The First Nova I See Tonight by Jason Kilgore (the false prince .txt) 📕

hands down Dirken's abdomen and through the patch of pubic hair to the base of his shaft. One hand wrapped around his testicles, undulating softly, warmly, cupping them gently. The other hand stroked up and down his stiff cock. She leaned closer still, the mouth at the top of her head coming close, then enveloping the tip with her fleshy lips.

Dirken sighed in pleasure as the warmth and moisture played over his glans, slipped down, caressed his shaft. The soft gums tightened and contracted in a wave. He closed his eyes and felt the undulations of her flesh as she pushed deeper, completely enveloping his manhood. Her long, thin tongue spiraled around his penis and rolled upward. The sensation sent shivers through his body. He gasped. Fought the urge to finish too soon.

She sensed this and pulled back, emitting a satisfied groan. Licked the base of his shaft where it met his balls. "Mmm. You are so big, sweetheart."

Dirken took a deep breath and made himself relax. Andy had stepped out of the zero-gravity field and now leaned into the doorway of the office to get Yiorgos's attention, running his hand over his tight abdomen. The cyborg looked up at Andy and shook his head. The monitor and holographic display in front of him showed a screen of characters.

Andy gave an exaggerated pout, eyes downcast and looked at the Heart at Yiorgos's feet. The escort whispered something else, but Yiorgos again shook his head and made a shooing motion with his hand. Andy turned away, glancing back once more to look in curiosity at the Heart.

Sugarplum once again embraced Dirken's cock, sinking deep onto it and stroking it with her mouth, moving in and out. This time, the dozen warm, wet tentacles at the edges of her mouth tickled the shaft, brushing back and forth in waves like so many fingers.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax and prolong the experience. He closed his eyes again, enjoying the exotic sensation. He and sugarplum slowly tumbled, suspended in midair.

In his mind's eye he saw amethyst eyes surrounded by lavender hair.

His belly tightened and he arched his back as he remembered the softness of Eow's fur. Her belly against him. The embrace of her arms. The scrape of her fangs along his neck.

Sugarplum stroked faster, her hand gently tightening around his testicles.

An electric shiver charged up his body. He inhaled a jagged breath, eyes wide. He groaned and orgasmed. Tensed. Convulsed into her.

She slowed her stroking. Sighed in pleasure. Seemed to savor every lap of her tongue over his organ.

Dirken closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Remnant quakes of pleasure still rolled through him. Exhaled. Allowed himself to fully relax and let his body float. Whatever 'TakTrak was paying Sugarplum, it was worth it.

Head still to the side, Dirken opened his eyes again and looked into the smiling, dark blue eyes of Andy. He had re-entered the leviton field and had matched his slow revolutions to Dirken.

Dirken reached over and touched a button on an emitter. The zero-G field slowly released, and the three of them lowered gently onto the satin sheets with Dirken laying on his back.

"Roll over and I'll give you a massage…" Andy said, his voice light and playful in a North American Earth accent, "…until you're ready for more action."

Sugarplum released him with a lick of her lips, so Dirken rolled over onto his belly, adjusting his blaster so it was comfortable and easy to draw, and propped his head up on a red, downy pillow.

Andy went to a console on the wall and adjusted it. The lights dimmed and reddened. Sultry Spanish guitar music started to play with a background of Rigellian hand chimes, tinkling in rhythm.

Sugarplum started to move to the music, her pear-shaped Rigellian body undulating in a sort of belly dance as Andy returned to the bed, sat, and began rubbing Dirken's back.

"You're very tight," the young man said, massaging hard knots along Dirken's spine, expertly applying pressure in slow circles, eliciting a brief pang and then wiping it away. "There is some severe bruising back here. I'll be careful."

"A little run-in with an Oranchian," Dirken replied, "among other things. It's been… eventful, lately."

"Mmm. You just relax now," Andy replied.

He did, though he found his right hand instinctively moving to rest on the handle of his blaster. He watched Sugarplum writhe in time with the music. Rigellians weren't generally attractive to humans, but seeing her move like she did to the music, with the red negligee softly slipping past her curves, she seemed in her element. It was almost hypnotic.

He's skilled at massage, Dirken thought, and soon he had started to relax as the man's hands worked up and down his back. Andy re-situated, leaning his bare thigh against Dirken's as he started massaging Dirken's arms. The heat and softness of his flesh started another tingle in him, already. Maybe he'd have to re-think his reluctance to have some playtime with Andy.

Dirken let his left hand wander downward, palm pressed against Andy's firm belly and slipping down past his waist and over the thong. Andy sighed in pleasure as Dirken slid his hand along his stiffening penis to the base and cupped his balls.

Dirken smiled as Andy grew fully engorged, the tip emerging from the top of the thong, hot against Dirken's palm.

"Dirk," Yiorgos called out from the office. Dirken frowned. Not now!

"I think we may have a problem," Yiorgos added.

"Oh?" Dirken said, opening his eyes again, instantly pulled out of the moment by the tone of Yiorgos's voice. Dirken's eyes came to rest on Andy's hand as the man worked the muscles along Dirken's left forearm.

Just above Andy's wrist was a branded "A."

What the fuck? Dirken thought. He'd seen enough of this to notice a pattern. This isn't coincidence. He rolled over and grabbed the escort's forearm, raising it up to show the wrist. "What is this?" Gone was the relaxation. Adrenaline coursed through him.

Andy blinked and sat back, pulling at