Authors: Allie Ritch
Pixie asked a few questions before moving along, and for once Zeo refrained from giving anything but a brief glance. Spri conducted an external exam, while Benni inserted one finger for a more in-depth investigation.
“Feels the same as mine,” the two women concluded with a laugh.
Krux was next, and he stared hard at Katra’s face, daring her to meet his gaze as he stood between her parted legs. Never one to disappoint him, she glared back at him down the length of her upturned nose. He cupped her boldly.
“Do you enjoy having someone strum your clit?” He swirled the pad of his thumb over the precious bud.
Her nostrils flared. “By some men,” she bit out, but she sounded a touch breathless.
He shoved one blunt finger into her and felt his spine tingle at just how tightly she gripped him. “How long has it been for you? How long since you last took a lover?”
“None of your business.”
Krux made sure his expression reflected both hunger and amusement. “I’m only asking for educational purposes. You’re very hot. Very tight.”
Although she tried to hide it, she was definitely breathing harder now. He was also pleased by just how wet she was. She was growing slicker by the second. Crooking his finger, he raked the front wall of her vagina.
“Am I getting close?” He studied her face while he searched for the right spot—one of two that could trigger her orgasm.
She bit her lip, which was the first sign of indecision he’d ever seen from her. “You’re close. A little deeper and…oh!”
Even without her exclamation, he would have known he’d found it. Her whole body flinched in reaction to that single touch. If she could have pulled away without making an obvious retreat, she probably would have. The spot was subtle, but he could just make out how the smooth, cream-covered interior rose like a small hill under his fingertip. He decided to play with her.
“Have I found it, Katra?” He rubbed a deep circle over the patch of responsive tissue. “Have I found that sweet, special spot inside you? Is this what you need?”
Her eyes darkened and her lips parted on a sigh. “Yes.”
“Good.” With that one smugly delivered word, he withdrew.
A flush of anger flared in her cheeks, but she bit back whatever scathing remark she clearly wanted to let fly. Krux returned to his seat and put on a politely attentive expression.
The instructors, who he already knew were smart, didn’t miss the interaction. He saw Xindra look from him to Katra and back again before clearing her throat.
“All right, class,” she said, “we will now see Duosien intercourse. As always, the full-body scanner will display the internal mechanics on the screen above. We’ll start with Whitt in what Allurians call second position or New Earthlings refer to as the missionary position. Varion will follow, and then Glynn, by request, will finish last. Let’s begin.”
Krux tugged at his pant leg in an attempt to adjust his crotch. Up front, the models dropped their robes and lined up at the foot of the demonstration table. Despite their attention-grabbing erections, his gaze remained firmly rooted on Katra. She looked like the embodiment of all things feminine and alluring as she lay on her back with one hand resting casually next to her cheek. Even in this, she had a natural talent for striking a pose.
The young, blue-haired Allurian climbed up on the table with her and slid over her body so they were face-to-face. His pale hide was a fascinating foil to her richer skin. Krux stared at the other man’s hand as he slipped it slowly from her thigh to her breast.
“Are you ready?” he heard Whitt ask her.
She returned a single nod, like an aristocrat giving a servant permission to proceed. Then she bent her legs to hug the Allurian’s hips as he reached down to position himself and slowly shoved in. Whitt’s groan reverberated through the room.
“Okay?” he asked.
Katra graced the boy with a small smile. “Nice. I can feel the hard bridges along your shaft.”
As she’d no doubt intended, her words obviously gave her partner the reassurance he was looking for. Without another word, Whitt drew back and began to thrust.
It was like watching a sword match: parry, retreat, lunge, dance back. Based on her rosy cheeks and heavier breathing, Krux could tell she was enjoying the act, but her reactions were completely disproportionate to her partner’s. After maybe a hundred strokes, Whitt’s face was sweaty and blotched, and he started to break his rhythm. The Allurian managed a couple dozen more incursions before he simply couldn’t hold out anymore. With an agonized cry, Whitt seized up and began to pump his seed inside her.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered once he could draw out.
“Not your fault.” Ever gracious, Katra patted him on the cheek, but Krux could hear the hint of dismay in her voice.
Varion, their new Multan student, was the next model. No doubt attempting to please her, he discarded his pale ocher complexion and angular features to morph into a male version of her. His skin turned the same toasty rich hue, while the structure of his face became more finely detailed and less harsh. Kneeling on the table, he swept his arms under her legs and pushed them back toward her chest. Varion cast her an enthusiastic smile before aligning his erection with her opening and sinking in.
“Very nice,” he whispered after pressing in to the hilt.
She smiled back at him indulgently while he started to take her with deep, jolting strokes.
Krux gave the man credit for lasting longer than young Whitt. The Multan still couldn’t outlast her, though. With a curse of self-disgust, Varion peaked, balling her under him as he climaxed inside her body. When he was done, he kissed the back of her hand in apology and climbed off.
“As you can see,” Quinn remarked as the next model took his place, “the difficulty in making a Duosien female come can be a source of frustration and embarrassment. This is especially true if the partners aren’t aware of their physiological differences beforehand. Whitt and Varion here did a more than respectable job. Even experienced Duosiens have need of standbys.”
Krux couldn’t hear what the Semhym male said to Katra, but he watched as she rolled over and let Glynn cover her from behind. By this time, she was overflowing from the other men’s releases, so the last model slid in completely without resistance. Glynn didn’t bother with unnecessary preliminaries. He began thrusting at full depth and speed right away. The smack of skin filled the air, seeming to count off the seconds as they went at it.
Glynn grunted as he adjusted his hips. “Is this angle better?”
She shook her head. “The first was better.”
“Am I hitting the right spots?”
Katra grimaced. “You’re sliding over them, but you’re not making direct contact.”
Her partner kept trying.
Krux watched her react every time those nerves took a glancing blow. Unfortunately, he could see the contact was too sporadic to get even close to tipping her over. He should have been pleased that no one seemed able to satisfy her, but instead his heart softened just a little. Her expression was swiftly growing bored and more than a little…lost. Surprisingly, Glynn didn’t look much different.
Quinn didn’t seem to know how much longer to let this go on. He coughed into his hand. “We’re almost out of time.”
Katra glanced over her shoulder at her partner, and they exchanged sad, self-mocking smiles. Without a word, Glynn pulled out and helped her sit up. Neither of them had climaxed.
Chapter Two
If at first you don’t succeed…
“Wrong chemistry,” Glynn told her stoically.
As Xindra concluded the class and started to send everyone on their way, Katra patted her fellow model on the leg and shot him a commiserating wink. “Nature’s a bitch.”
That made him chuckle—the first time she’d ever heard him laugh.
Katra jumped down and slipped her robe back on. She’d have to visit the locker room for a shower before she dressed. Having two men finish inside you wasn’t the neatest activity in the universe, and she hoped some hot water would ease a few of the twinges. It had been over a year since she’d slept with a man, not that it was anyone’s business. She certainly wasn’t going to let a nosy Brachoi learn that.
Smoothing her hair with her hand, she turned back to Glynn. “Are you joining us tonight? Spri found a homemade dumpling house within walking distance. We thought we’d try it.”
The Semhym seemed to think about it for a minute before he shook his head. “Not tonight, thanks.”
She didn’t press him. Glancing past his shoulder, she caught Varion before he could disappear. After screwing the man, she could hardly call him a stranger anymore. “What about you? Want to join us?”
The Multan’s smile was almost blinding. “Sure. I’d love to.”
“Why don’t you come along too, Benni?” Spri invited the Flexian woman, and so their group was expanded.
Katra waved them all away with a meaningful look at her attire. “I’ll meet you there. I need time to clean up.”
The men would have to hit the showers too, but they invariably seemed faster at getting ready. The group headed out the door.
Spri called over her shoulder. “Krux? You coming?”
“I’ll catch up too,” he answered, which was when Katra realized he was waiting for her.
She tried to ignore him as she headed out the classroom door toward the locker room. At the same time, she also fought to tamp down the lust he’d ignited when he’d rubbed one of her trigger spots—something the other men had merely exacerbated with their attentions. Every step she took forced her labia to slip against each other like two plotting hands rubbing together. She was ready to scream. It had been too damn long since she’d enjoyed an orgasm.
“You picked the wrong partners, Katra.” Krux kept pace beside her. “I’d never leave you in this condition.”
She gritted her teeth. “I told you not to call me that. My name is Wi’Yalu bu—”
“I could always shorten it to Kat,” he threatened before she could finish.
Her glare should have eviscerated him, but he didn’t even blink. “What do you want?”
He flashed his teeth. “You. I want you spread out beneath me, taking my cock over and over again until you scream for mercy. I want everything you played at with those boys tonight, only I’ll do it right. More than anything, I want to see the look on your face when you climax around my shaft.”
Only experience and determination allowed her to suppress the sensual shiver his words inspired. Instead, she concentrated on the traits that drove her crazy.
“So confident,” she said. “You just assume I’ll give in and let you have me.”
“Because you will.” He spoke with that same superior tone of voice. “The chemistry between us is too strong. Why are you fighting this?”
Reaching the door to the women’s locker room, Katra braced one hand against it. She was frustrated and irritable and in no mood to continue this game. It was time for a well timed exit.
“Unlike some people, I don’t let my hormones rule me. And contrary to what your ego may tell you,
I
do not want
you
.” With a disdainful sniff, she pushed through the door and left him behind.
Smiling over her little victory, she dropped her robe and walked over to one of the showers. The water came on at its preset temperature, bathing her body in fluid warmth. She kept her head tilted to keep from getting her hair wet, but she watched as her pubic hair saturated. The evidence of her recent sexual activity quickly washed away. Closing her eyes, she relaxed for a moment.
“Little liar,” Krux hissed in her ear.
Katra startled and spun around. For such a large man, he was remarkably quiet. He’d managed to enter and, to her astonishment, discard his clothes without making a sound. Her eyes slid down the length of him, taking in his rigid erection and something extra she’d heard about but never seen before. Then she yanked her gaze back up and scowled in outrage.
“How dare you?”
“There isn’t much I don’t dare. Not when it comes to something I want.”
She opened her mouth to retort when he surged forward and claimed her tongue. At once, rage and lust clashed in a toxic brew only he seemed able to concoct in her. With one hand, she shoved at his chest while she used her other one to grip his nape and pull him closer. She was losing her mind.
Undeterred by the mixed signals, he slanted his lips to take the kiss deeper. At the same time, he grabbed her wrists in his two upper hands and pressed her back into the shower wall. The spouting water formed a waterfall over their heads before settling on his spine, and the cool tile bit into Katra’s rump. She moaned into his pillaging mouth, but even she couldn’t say whether it was a cry of need or protest.
In the next moment, she was reminded of the danger of extra appendages. With her arms firmly secured, he was free to caress her with his other two hands. He didn’t even break the kiss. Pumping some gel into his palm from the nearby dispenser, he lathered and heated it between his palms. She expected him to reach straight for her breasts. Instead he cupped her neck as he lightened the pressure of his mouth enough to nibble on her lips.
Katra’s senses were unraveling. As her internal temperature spiked, she expected to see the water sizzle against her body and turn to steam. Krux’s skin looked equally hot now that it burned a fierce, fiery red. The kiss was everything she expected from him: dominant, controlling, and wholly masculine. But it was also more. There was passion there, as well as a claiming that thrilled her to her bones.
Despite herself, her breathing quickened as he swept his free hands slowly down her collarbones and chest, leaving a trail of suds in their wake. His hands around her wrists remained firm, but loose enough to leave her unbruised. They felt like padded handcuffs. Still evading her breasts, he slicked his marauding palms over her sides before continuing down the curve of her waist to her hips. He used his thumbs to press threateningly into the indentation on either side of the V between her legs. Then he reversed their course.
Katra couldn’t help but take in his breath as he persisted in holding the kiss. She felt like she was drowning by the time he finally went for her breasts. The teasing Brachoi did no more than rasp her areolas with his slippery fingers before pulling her forward to rinse her off. Breaking the kiss, he leaned back so the water could pelt her now pebbled nipples.