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11
ANDI
Andi couldn’t believe what was going on under the table. Thrax was clearly no longer pretending. Instead, he was actually licking her—tasting her—and obviously trying to make her come. What was he thinking?
She had no answers and no way to stop him. In fact, she wasn’t even trying to stop him anymore. Instead, both her hands were on his horns, steering him in the right direction, tugging him forward even as she bucked her hips to meet the hot, wet tongue invading her open pussy.
“Thrax!” she moaned, her eyes squeezed tightly closed, unable to help herself. “Oh my God, please—I’m so close!”
She’d always been loud during any kind of sex—which was something else that Brian had hated about her. Thrax didn’t seem to mind, however. He pressed even closer, his hot tongue sliding over her aching clit over and over, giving her exactly what she needed.
After having the big Hybrid suck her nipples earlier, Andi was already aching to come. She forgot they were in public on an alien planet—forgot the people sitting around her. She forgot everything except how good her partner’s tongue felt between her legs as he teased the aching button of her clit.
Her fingers tightened on his horns and a minute later she could feel the first wave of pleasure rolling over her.
“Yes!” she moaned, pressing up to meet his hot mouth. “Oh my God, yes, Thrax! Right there—keep it right there! I’m coming! Coming!”
The big Hybrid didn’t disappoint her. His big hands tightened on her thighs and he kept up the rhythm, licking the tingling button of her clit over and over, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing through her until Andi could barely breathe. He never faltered once and never stopped and tried something different—which was the annoying thing that Brian had always done just as she was getting close. He stayed right there and kept licking the magic spot until Andi came twice more, calling his name both times—it was as though he couldn’t get enough of her.
Finally, when the last orgasm waned, she collapsed, panting in her chair. Oh God, she hadn’t come that hard in her whole life! It left her feeling shaken and limp and she still didn’t understand why Thrax had done it. Why had he felt the need to lick her for real and make her come not once but three times in a row? Why had he?—?
Her thoughts were interrupted a moment later when she heard snapping all around her. Opening her eyes, she looked up and saw that all the women at the table were “applauding” her just as they had after Thrax had sucked her nipples and put the gold jewelry on her.
Suddenly she realized that she’d just had several screaming orgasms in the middle of a crowded dining room! Andi straightened up at once—how could she have let herself do such a thing? Was there some kind of drug in the horrible salty licorice drink she’d had? There must be or she never would have been so completely uninhibited—thank goodness she’d only had one drink of it.
“That was amazing! You had a slow start, but your male-wife certainly did a good job once he got started,” Shanna said to her as the snapping applause finally died down.
“Oh, er, thank you.” Andi wanted to sink through the floor. Was she some kind of closet exhibitionist, acting like that? And why hadn’t Thrax done what she’d asked and just pretended to lick her?
Then again, she had to admit she’d been pressing against him and moaning as he tongued her open and rubbed his rough cheeks against her pussy. It just felt so good and it had been so long since a man had touched her—especially in a way that made her feel beautiful and desired and sexy. But did Thrax really feel that way about her? Did he really desire her like that, or had he just been playing a part?
The big Hybrid certainly didn’t seem to be faking his enthusiasm for what they’d just done. He came out from under the table as the other male-wives did the same. Meeting Andi’s eyes, he licked his lips—a slow, sensuous gesture that made her shiver.
“Fucking delicious, baby,” he growled softly. “Thank you for letting me taste you.”
Andi didn’t know what to say. She could feel her cheeks going hot with embarrassment but before she could think of a reply, Queen Pantyitch rose from her chair and nodded at the table.
“I hope you’ve all enjoyed our fine repast,” she said in that clear, ringing voice that seemed to fill the whole room. “Those of you who received prior invitations, please join me in the lounge for drinks. Everyone else, thank you so much for coming and please have a safe night as you make your way home.”
“Well, that’s our cue to leave,” Shanna told her. “I’m afraid I didn’t get one of the invites for drinks, so if you want, I’ll take you back to your ship.”
“Oh, er, thank you.” Still feeling flustered, Andi nodded. “But could you introduce me to Queen Thingybottom first?” she asked, managing to remember the mission. “I’d really like to talk to her about where she got that designer seed for her baby.”
“Well, if you want to talk to a soggy sandwich like her, who am I to stop you? Come on—I think I saw her go this way.” Shanna started to lead the way out of the vast dining hall and Andi followed her. But they hadn’t gotten five steps before one of the male servants came up to her.
“Begging your pardon, my Queen,” he said to Andi formally. “But I have come to extend you an invitation to drinks in the lounge.” He leaned closer and whispered loudly, “The invitation is from Queen Pantyitch herself.”
“Really?” Andi asked, raising her eyebrows. “But I don’t understand—I don’t even know her.”
“She was very impressed with your male-wife’s performance,” the servant said, nodding at Thrax, who was still licking his lips. “She says to tell you she has a special offer just for you.”
“You should go!” Shanna said eagerly. “It’s not every day you get a personal invitation from Pantyitch herself. I’m so jealous.”
“All right, I will.” Andi nodded—she was intrigued. They could go talk to Queen Thingybottom later, she decided. Right now, maybe speaking to the head of the Ruling Collective would get her some information she couldn’t get from anyone else.
Also, she could put off confronting her partner and asking him why he had felt the need to really go down on her rather than just pretending. That wasn’t a conversation she was looking forward to—it was bound to get messy.
But for now, she was going to concentrate on the mission and forget about the awkwardness that was surely coming.
