Jenna

JENNA

T he way my body reacts to Azul…

It wants him. It craves him. And when he said “breed,” I thought my lady parts were going to explode.

“You are my fated one, ,” Azul murmurs, his lips on mine, setting me on fire with need.

And the comm chimes.

Azul pulls away, leaving me with a million questions and, up until now, one of my two pairs of knickers which are irreparably destroyed.

“Do you have to answer…?” I pant.

“I’m expecting our invitations,” Azul says with a wicked smile revealing far too much fang.

He waves through the holographic messaging service with one hand, and it springs into life with four or five different message packets. He studies them intently.

“What do you fancy, little sunray?” he asks. “We have a pleasure party at the pool complex, a tasting menu at the dining complex, and three personal invites to individual evening delights.”

I do my level best to shake off the residual lust coursing through me.

“Which one is going to bring us into the closest contact with your mark?”

“Right now, it’s not about getting close to him but merely putting ourselves out there. A non-offensive if you will. Splash some credits around.” Azul looks me up and down. “Show Luxus what a stunning, exotic mate I have brought with me.”

“Hardly. I’m just a human with two uses.”

“And from what I’ve seen, you’ll excel at them both,” Azul rasps, his coils shifting rapidly.

I purse my lips, my heart still pounding and my pussy cramping uncomfortably. I straighten my shoulders.

“I suggest the pleasure party,” I hear myself say.

Why did I pick the orgy?

“Good choice.” Azul gives me his dirty smile again, which does not help my ruined underwear one iota. “Do humans wear clothing when they use a pool? If I remember correctly, you do not.”

“I absolutely do in public,” I splutter, diving back into the wardrobe and finding probably the universe’s smallest swimsuit. Held together with fine silk strands, it will cover the bare minimum, with the emphasis on “bare.”

“I approve,” Azul says.

“I’m going to get changed.” I shoo him out the door, before inching my way into the suit which is surprisingly comfortable and not like dental floss.

I choose a pretty, sparkling cover-up which swirls around me like a cloud and a pair of small jeweled sandals which are butter soft on my feet.

I guess having clothes custom made to fit, when a prince is paying for them, does make a difference. Finally, I put the huge jewel back around my neck and use the programmable hair styler to put my long dark hair into something suitable for lounging around a pool.

Back out in the large atrium, Azul is inspecting his pulsar blaster. He puts it down when he sees me, his eyes swirling with color and undisguised lust.

Looks like it’s my turn to tease.

I spin on the spot, the cover-up lifting in places to expose my skin, before I walk straight past him towards the door.

“I trust you’ve arranged transport,” I call out, hiding my smile at his dropped jaw.

With the sound of silk moving over silk, he catches me up as I exit to where the ground transport is waiting.

“Your every wish, my princess, is my command,” Azul says, holding out a hand to help me into the transport.

“My every wish?” I query as we settle ourselves into the plush interior.

“Absolutely.”

“Then I think we need to spend some time apart.”