The transport glided to a halt, and her bots preceded her. She did not let the doorman take her hand. She had the code for clearance past the guard and for the private elevator.
The guard muttered as her bots rolled into the lift with her, “What kind of a whore are you?”
She smiled slightly. “I work with a niche clientele. Good evening.”
The lift took her upward, and her guardian bot remained outside the doors, making sure that anyone who arrived was allowed to be there. On this floor level, there were only four doors. The odds were slim that anyone would sneak in.
Her maintenance bot came with her, ready to repair her makeup over the course of the evening. They would take breaks, and the makeup would be repaired and replaced as often as needed.
Zera tried to ignore the flutter in her belly as she held the icon programmed with the location, and the third door lit up. She walked to the door, and it opened at her approach. The maintenance bot proceeded her and took up a station near the door.
She walked in precisely on time to see Torun lounging on a couch in his casual gear. A wrap made of black silk covered his hips, and nothing else covered the purple expanse of his body. She could not see it in colour, but she could imagine it. She unlaced her cloak and pushed the hood back carefully. She went into a deep curtsy and asked, “Is everything as my patron wishes?”
He slowly got up and slid the cloak away from her, tossing it to one side. “Oh. Yes. This is perfect. You have outdone yourself, One. Are you okay with this?”
She nodded. “I need the distraction, and you are definitely distracting, Patron.”
She went back into character. “Are you willing to please your empress?”
Zera saw the curve of his lips a moment before he traced the first design around her lips with his tongue. She had three hundred patterns on her, and they would only dissolve with saliva.
He went after each pattern with intensity, and as he knelt to lave his tongue over her collarbone and breasts, she felt the slight trickle of honey on her inner thighs. He paused in his quest and leaned toward her waist. “My empress, it seems that you have an urgent need.”
He idly trailed his fingers up her inner thigh.
She swallowed. “I would not call it urgent.”
He slid two fingers into her and tasted them. “Your heat is surprising in one of your status.”
“Alleviate it then, and I shall begin again.”
He laughed and got to his feet, lifting her high in the air before bringing her down his body. He reached between them, and his erection fit against her until he pulled her onto him in a brutal shove that would have torn anyone who wasn’t activated with a physical adaptation. She wrapped her legs around him as he withdrew and thrust hard; their bodies bucked and twisted, and she let her upper body fall back until he caught her with both hands and thrust while his mouth sucked and nipped at her breasts. She was his, totally and without reservation, and as his cock thrust inside her, she bucked and groaned, clawing at his arms as her first climax hit hard. He held himself inside her and grunted as he jetted inside her for his first time that evening: ten hours and forty minutes to go.
He pulled her up face to face, and his kiss scorched her soul. The gems clashed as theirs was less of a kiss and more of a consumption. She held his head and kissed him and felt the tears seeping through her mask.
“Aw, baby. Don’t cry. I am not that pretty.”
She chuckled and nipped at his lip. “I wish that I could see you, but that isn’t in the contract.”
“We know who you are, Zera, and you know who we are. You can forego the mask with us.”
“We are the only ones in here.” She checked to make sure she was correct.”
“The others are waiting in the next room. I just have to give them the word. We were going to do this by transfer, but we all want to feel you at once.”
She shuddered. “How many are we talking about?”
He traced her lower lip with his tongue. “Just the four of us. Me, you, Ryma, Tycho.”
She shuddered again. “They can come in. Should I reset?”
“Please. It is more fun if we can all start at the same time.”
Zera swallowed and removed her mask. “Then, I had better get off your cock and get started. Please, warn them that sex without the mask is a lot more sarcastic.”
He nuzzled her cheek. “Just like old times.”
She laughed and pressed her hands to his shoulders, moving off him with some difficulty. He wasn’t helping at all. She dropped to the ground and looked at his erection. “That was quick.”
“Around you, my empress, it is a continual state.”
She blushed and went to the maintenance bot. It expanded into a shower-style cubicle, and she was cleaned of cum, and her designs were repainted. Everything was on a base layer of gold, and the base layer only came off with a specific solvent. She was going to be getting gold off her vulva for days.
It took her five minutes to reset. When she stepped out, Torun drew her to his side as the door opened and Ryma and Tycho came in.
They stopped when they were inside and wearing what Zera considered to be orgy clothing. A scrap of wrap on Tycho and a chiffon tunic on Ryma. They both looked wonderful, but then, the teams always did.
“I am terribly overdressed.” Zera smiled.
Ryma walked up to her and kissed her. “You look wonderful.”
Tycho kissed her when Ryma moved aside. “Torun said he took the edge off, so we can play.”
Zera looked at him. “Is that what that was? The edge? I thought I got the whole thing.”
He swatted her backside, the other
