Booty Hunter (Harem Station 1)

“This isn’t happening,” she moans.

“Believe me,” I say. “The last thing I wanted to do today is play doctor between your legs in an exam room.”

“It’s your fault.”

“Ha,” I laugh, leaning in a little to try to find the little lux nub. It’s a lot harder to see when it’s not magnified up to superclit levels. “It’s your fault, princess. You heard the doctor. The bot didn’t fuck up. You’re on something and you’re lying about it. So no, actually. This isn’t my fault.”

“Just spray it already!”

“I can’t find it,” I say.

She laughs so loud I startle backwards in the rolling stool. “Oh, that’s classic.”

“Shut the fuck up,” I say, inching toward her again. “You’ve got like a million folds of skin down here.”

“Stop talking about my lady parts or I swear I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” I snap, reaching in with my fingers to part the soft folds.

“Ohhhhh,” she says.

“What?”

“Oh, my God, no.”

“No what?”

She sits up and slaps my hand away. “Don’t touch it.”

“I have to touch it, Lyra. I can’t see it. Open your legs wider.”

“No, no, no. I think it’s fine—Oh… oh shit!”

“What? What the fuck is your problem?”

She reaches for me, clamps her fingers onto my shoulders with such force I’m pretty sure her fingernails have drawn blood, and opens her mouth in a gasp.

“What?” I say. “What are you doing?” She pants hard for a few seconds, her eyes wide and… “Are you… are you sparkling?” I ask. Her eyes… they’re not dark anymore. At least not all of them. They’re shooting beams of pink light.

She just pants again. Then looks down between her legs. Which makes me look too.

She’s glowing. The most spectacular Cygnian princess glow I’ve ever seen. And it’s pink too.

“Holy shit,” I say, standing up too quickly. The stool slides out from under me and crashes against the wall. “What the hell is that? Who the hell are you?”

“Oh, my God. Ohhhhhh…. Oh, my God!”

“Lyra!”

“Fuck me,” she says, her eyes wide with… is that desperation?

“What?”

“You have to… oh, oh, ohhhhhhhh, myyyyyy Gaaaaaaaad!”

Then so much happens I can barely keep up. She lunges forward, grabs my shirt, pulls me back with her so she can sit on the table, and then her hands slide down my arms, reaching for the button on my pants. She pops it open and the next thing I know she’s pulling out my cocks.

Both of them, because somehow in the last five seconds, I’ve gotten hard. And I didn’t finish this morning when I jerked off, so yup. Cock number two is ready for the reward he was denied earlier.

“You have to!” she says. “You have to. I can’t take it anymore! Please!”

And OK. Look, here’s how it works. My cocks have needs, and apparently her pussy has them too. And there’s this magnificent pink glow shooting up from between her legs. Which might actually contain some kind of aphrodisiac, because I’m suddenly so hot for this girl, I need to fuck her just as much as she needs me to.

I have no idea what’s happening, but then again, I’m a man. An Akeelian man. With needs. And this glowing princess is begging me to take her to the depths of ecstasy.

So I do what any man in this situation would do.

I slip my cocks inside her. Both of them, at the same time, right into her glowing, wet pussy.

She gasps as I do this. Like loud. “Ooooooooo,” she says, her perfect, plump lips making a tight o that seems very erotic for some reason.

“Oh, yeah,” I say. “Keep making that face.” I don’t know why I say that, it’s dumb. But she either doesn’t hear me or doesn’t care. Because she sits all the way up, scooting her ass towards the edge of the scanner, her legs still bent from the position of the machine, and spreads them wider for me.

“Serpint,” she breathes.

“Yeah, baby,” I say, then cringe. For fuck’s sake. Say something good, Serpint! “Yeah, you like this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she squeals. “Harder, please. I need to come right now. I feel like I’m gonna die if I don’t come. Right. Now!” She thrusts her hips forward as she says each word, then without warning she wraps her legs around my waist, like she’s begging me to pick her up.

So I do. I slide my hands under her knees and lift her off the scanner, twirl her around, and crash her back up against the wall.

“Oh, yeah!” she moans. “Harder!”

“I don’t know if it gets any harder,” I say.

“It does,” she whimpers. “It has toooooo! I need to come right—”

And then she does.

She comes so hard, her whole body lights up with glow. And there is nothing dim about this glow. This glow is as brilliant as seven suns. It’s an exploding supernova. It’s bright as the birth of a galaxy.