Booty Hunter (Harem Station 1)

I reach for the cock ring and she moans a little as I spit on my fingers to lube it up, then grab my cocks in one fist, holding them tightly together, and slip the ring around them. Binding them into one, super-thick cock for her pussy.

Then I stand up, my mega-cock sticking straight out, and pick up the other toy before approaching her again.

“What’s that?” she breathes, looking down at the toy in my hand.

“That,” I say, “is your nemesis, princess. That is the devil that will torture you until you’re begging me to let you come. That… is your worst nightmare tonight.”

I flick it on with my finger and it begins to hum. Not a lot. Not even a little bit. The hum and vibration is so low, it barely registers.

But that’s the whole point.

I want her to beg for the real thing. I want her to hate this toy. I want her to despise any and all possible substitutions for my cocks.

I place it between her wide-open legs. She is so wet it slides back and forth across her lips easily. No friction at all.

“I can’t feel it,” she says. “Turn it up.”

“Oh, no,” I say. “That’s not the point of this toy.”

“Oh, God,” she moans, biting her lip. “No…”

“Oh, yes,” I assure her. “Oh. Yes.” I move it back and forth just enough to make her whine and whimper. And as I do this I glance down at her bra. There’s a little clasp in the center. Oh, fuck you all to hell, Raylor. You thought of everything.

I don’t want to take her bra off. I like the sparkles that shine from the crystals. Little bits of reflected light dance across her neck and face, making her look like something surreal. Like a fantasy right out of my most sensual, erotic dream.

But now that I’ve seen the opportunity—now that the little silver clasp is right in front of my face—I can’t not undo it.

“You’re killing me,” I say.

“You’re killing me,” she whispers back. “More,” she groans. “Please give me more.”

I just chuckle as my fingers twist the clasp of her bra and release her tits. They bounce and jiggle in their newfound freedom. And instead of the piercings the bot placed on her yesterday, there are two rings of silver, each with one bright pink diamond attached. “Oh, that’s not enough,” I say. “Not nearly enough begging for me to give you what you want.”

I squeeze her breast as I say this, then lower my mouth to her nipples and take the diamond ring into my mouth. Swirling my tongue against it as I continue to caress her dripping-wet pussy with the low-vibration toy.

“I want you,” she says, her body writhing against the wall. “I want your cocks inside me. Right now!”

There we are, my little princess. Your unquenchable desire is back.

But instead of giving her what she wants, I dig in and say, “No, no, no,” as I lean into her body until my chest is pressed up against her tits and my mega-cock is poking her in the stomach. “Your words are not enough. I need to see it.”

“Serpint,” she coos. “Please.” And oh, how I love to hear my name come out of that perfect, pouty mouth.

“I need your light. I want all of it, Lyra. And I won’t accept anything less than the annihilation of the multiverse this time.”

Our eyes meet and she growls at me. And in that same instant they flash bright white. Blinding me with her anguish so I have to look away.

But I force myself not to. I make myself look at her. The white flutters and flashes until it’s neon pink.

I rub her pussy with the vibrator just as her glow begins to morph into a combination of yellow gold and light pink.

“Oh, yeah,” I moan. “Let me see all the ways I light you up, Lyra.”

She begins rocking her hips back and forth. Rubbing my cock and pressing it between our bare stomachs.

I am beyond myself with desire for this woman. She is everything in this moment. My whole world. Suddenly I want my cocks inside her just as much as she does. I lose my resolve, overtaken by heat and the desire to push myself deep into her belly and make her scream.

“Fuck me,” she says, the light coming out of her turning into a flutter of sparks. Sparks that have heat to them. Sparks that burn my skin and inflict an insatiable desire to do everything she says.

I reach over, tap the release tab for the magnetic field that holds her to the wall, and she falls forward into my waiting arms. I reach under, pick her up. Backing her into the wall once more. Crashing her into it so hard, her breath escapes from her lungs with a groan.