At first Nicole thought it might be some kind of unnatural growth but after looking more closely, she could tell that it was part of him by the way it melded into the bottom part of his shaft—which was fully twice as thick as the top part.
“Do Earth males not have shafts like mine?” Malik asked, obviously seeing her interest.
“No, not exactly. They, uh…” Nikki cleared her throat. “The top half they do. I mean, the top part of your, uh equipment, looks like what I’m used to. But the bottom half is way thicker and this uh…what is that part called?” she asked, pointing at the swelling that rose on at mid-shaft.
“Males on Earth have no pleasure ridge?” Malik looked surprised. “Then how do they stimulate a female’s clit when they make love to her? And how do they keep from bonding to a female every time they take one?”
“We don’t bond, remember?” Nikki reminded him. “But no, they don’t have a, uh, pleasure ridge. What does it do?”
“I am a Volt Kindred, which means I am able to generate and conduct electrical charges with my body,” Malik explained. “The pleasure ridge rubs against a female’s clit when I enter her and sends out a very low-level electrical charge—more of a vibration than anything else—to bring her pleasure.”
“Wow, a built-in vibrator!” Nikki was really impressed. “That must feel amazing.”
“That is not its only purpose though,” Malik told her. “It also keeps a female from sliding down too far on my shaft.”
“I can see how it would,” Nikki murmured, thinking there was no way the bottom half of his cock—which was twice as thick as the top half—would ever fit into anybody. And even if it would, the pleasure ridge rising above the rest of the shaft would effectively stop anyone from sliding down onto the lower half of Malik’s huge shaft. She looked up at him. “So…you never want a woman to fully, uh, take you in when you’re making love with her?”
“Not unless I intend to bond her to me,” Malik said seriously. “Then and only then will I enter her fully.”
“Okay, but…how?” Nikki looked at his huge shaft doubtfully. “I mean, speaking for myself anyway, there’s no way the bottom half of you would fit.”
“That is the second use of my pleasure ridge,” Malik told her. “It feels rigid to the touch but it is actually a reservoir which holds my bond-making fluid. When I am making love to a female I want to bond with, the first time I shoot inside her, the reservoir empties and the fluid flows into her.”
“It does? And what does that do?” Nikki was fascinated by the strange but sexy details of his alien anatomy.
“For one, it allows my ridge to go down so it no longer impedes full penetration,” he said. “And secondly, the bond-making fluid contains an elasticizing agent which allows the female I am making love with to stretch in order to accommodate my entire shaft, down to the root. That way I can fill her completely and the second time I come in her, I bond her to me.”
“Wow, that’s…quite a process,” Nikki murmured. “So…have you ever done that? Uh, bonded someone to you?”
He shook his head. “There was a female I was very much in love with back before…before the end.” A look of pain came into his silver eyes. “Havlah was her name. I had every intention of bonding with her but when we made love…” He shrugged, his broad shoulder rolling. “My pleasure ridge refused to release the bond-making fluid into her. So I was unable to achieve full penetration and bond her to me.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Nikki said softly. “That must have been devastating.”
“It was difficult,” Malik agreed soberly. “Now I think it must have been the Goddess’s will. If I had bonded Havlah to me, before the Knower took over, and then lost her, I would have been a broken male, if I lived at all. Kindred often do not survive the loss of their mates,” he added, in explanation. “And even if I had survived, I would have been unfit for the mission of restoring my planet.”
“Wow…” Nikki didn’t know what to say about all this information but it occurred to her that they were just standing there talking when they ought to be getting ready. “Thank you for explaining everything so thoroughly,” she said to Malik. “But well…what next?”
“Now you must oil my shaft and place the stay-hard band around the base to keep me erect,” he murmured. “Not that I would have any trouble maintaining an erection when I am with you, Mistress. But the social conventions must be obeyed.”
“Oh—right.” Nikki nodded again. “So where is the, uh, shaft oil?” she asked, hoping that was what it was called.
“My Mistress keeps it here—along with the punishment powder.” He put the powder in question back in the drawer and pulled out a small bottle of viscous purple oil and a stretchy black band which looked twice as big as any she had seen on the other slaves. Which made sense since Malik was so much bigger than any of them.
Feeling surreal, Nikki held out her hand and let him pour a small amount of the thick, purple oil into her palm. The stuff was so dark it was almost black but when she dipped the fingers of her other hand in the little puddle in her palm, it felt smooth and silky and not sticky at all, as she had feared it would be.
It was still hard to believe that she was about to stroke and rub the cock of a man she hadn’t even known the day before yesterday. But Nikki told herself to woman up. Malik wasn’t a stranger anymore—not after last night—even though they’d known each other such a short time. He had helped her get ready for the banquet—now it was her turn to help him.
Taking a deep breath, she rubbed her hands together to spread the oil and then reached for him matter-of-factly.
A deep trembling went through Malik’s big body when she began stroking the purple oil over his shaft but he didn’t make a noise. His cock—which had already been hard by the time she reached for it—was now starting to feel like a warm bar of iron under her hands. When her fingers slid over the pleasure ridge, she felt a little electrical tingle like a vibration.
Oh—that’s right—built in vibrator, Nikki thought. Experimentally, she touched it again, rubbing her fingers up and down the ridge of flesh.
Malik had been standing quietly as she worked on him but now he made a low, indistinct noise and shivered under her touch.
“I’m sorry,” she said, pulling back at once. “Did I hurt you? Is that part too sensitive?”
“It is sensitive but you did not hurt me,” Malik said in a strained voice. “It simply gives an intensely pleasurable sensation when you touch me there. Possibly akin to what you feel when I rub your sweet little clit.”
“Oh, I see. I’ll be more careful then,” she promised and went back to her task of spreading the oil over every inch of him.
She had to admit she was more than a little in awe of his shaft. It was hands-down the biggest male equipment she had ever seen and she wondered if Malik was going to pass out from all the blood rushing away from his head and into his engorged shaft. She only meant to stroke him up and down once—just to coat him in the oil—but somehow she found she was doing more than that. He felt so good in her hands—so right—and he was so long and hard. The bottom half took both her hands to encircle his immense thickness and it seemed to pulse in her fingers like a life thing.
Malik’s trembling suddenly got more intense and she looked up at him.
“I’m sorry—am I hurting you?” she asked uncertainly.
“No.” His voice was tight and strained. “It’s just been…well over a full cycle since Mistress Hellenix allowed me to come. I am…trying to control myself lest I spill my seed all over you.”
“Over a cycle? That’s like a year, right?” Nikki looked at him in awe. “That’s terrible! How do you stand it?”
“It’s not an issue when I’m in chastity because I can’t get hard then,” he explained in a low, harsh voice. “But when I come out and my shaft is able to grow, I am filled with desire which can be…difficult to control.”
“Who could blame you for being a little out of control after no
t being allowed to come for over a year?” Nikki demanded. Suddenly, she made a decision. Taking a firmer grip on the big Kindred’s equipment, she began to pump him steadily with long, slow stokes.
“Mistress…Nicole,” Malik gasped. “What are you doing?”
“Giving you a release,” Nikki said firmly. “I’m not going to torture you by putting that damn band on you until you at least take the edge off a little.”
“I assure you, you’re in no danger from me—I’m in control of myself,” Malik exclaimed hoarsely.
“Yes, I can see that and I’m not afraid of you,” Nikki said impatiently. “But it’s inhumane to leave you in this state.”
Besides, she was really enjoying the feeling of his thick shaft pulsing in her hands. After having his hands and mouth all over her body the night before, she was more than happy to return the favor.
Which gave her an idea. Leaning down, she lapped experimentally at the shiny bead of precum which clung to the broad head of his cock. It had an iridescent rainbow shimmer to it and to her surprise it was salty but also sweet—a little like salted caramel. Was that the flavor of his bond-making fluid? If so, it was positively yummy.
Mmm—that’s really good! She licked him again and then sucked as much of his shaft (which wasn’t very much since he was so thick) into her mouth as she could.
“Gods, Nicole!” Malik’s voice was hoarse and urgent. “Please, I do not think you should do that!”
“Why?” Nikki asked, releasing him for a moment and looking up. “Don’t you like to be tasted the way you tasted me last night?”
“There is nothing I would like more than to feel your soft, sweet little mouth on my shaft,” Malik admitted hoarsely. “But I’m too close to coming.”
“That’s all right.” Nikki gave him a naughty little smile. “I don’t mind.”
She wasn’t usually much for swallowing but considering his precum tasted like melted salted caramel, she thought she could handle it. Without waiting for an answer, she went back to licking and sucking the head of his cock while she stroked the long, hard shaft.
“You don’t understand,” Malik growled hoarsely. “Kindred always produce a copious amount of seed and after an entire cycle without a release I made flood your mouth when I release.”
Nikki decided she didn’t care. In answer to his objections, she simply continued to suck.
“Gods, Mistress, you don’t know what your sweet mouth does to me,” Malik groaned. His big body was trembling now but he didn’t try to stop her or push her away. “And your soft little tongue—so hot on my shaft. I won’t…I’m not going to last very long.”
After being kept in chastity with no chance to come for over a year, Nikki was surprised he hadn’t shot his load immediately. She kept working him, lapping away the delicious salted-caramel precum as she stroked the thick, pulsing shaft with both hands.
She had sunk to her knees before him by this time and she felt naughty and hot, taking him in her mouth this way. The way they were both dressed only added to the naughty fantasy they were acting out.
The stern Mistress giving her slave a sexual release, Nikki thought, and squeezed her thighs together, feeling her pussy throb. His warm, spicy scent was stronger here and it seemed to add to her desire so that soon she was so turned on by sucking him, her tiny red panties were drenched with her juices.
“Ah Gods, Nicole…your mouth is so sweet…so hot…” With a low groan, Malik let go and she felt the first hot spurt of the big Kindred’s cum at the back of her throat. It was quickly followed by another and another and another.
He hadn’t been kidding about coming a lot, Nikki thought, as she swallowed as fast as she could. But still, it was delicious. If anything, the caramel flavor was stronger now with just the slightest hint of bitterness. It reminded her of drinking a hot caramel macchiato. Well, if someone was shooting it down her throat, that was. It sounded bizarre but it tasted really good so she just kept swallowing.
Though she did her best to swallow every drop, a bit escaped down her chin as she knelt before him, drinking everything he had to give her. For his part, Malik held himself steady, with one hand caressing the nape of her neck and the other clenched into a fist at his side.
Nikki appreciated the fact that he didn’t grab her hair and try to force her further down onto his cock, as Gary had in the past. The big Kindred was completely considerate, even at the peak of his pleasure. A true gentleman, she couldn’t help thinking. At last he gave a deep groan and his thick shaft stopped spurting, though Nikki noticed it didn’t get soft at all.
Nor had the pleasure ridge gone down, so maybe it wasn’t the flavor of his bond-making fluid after all? Or maybe it was just that his body somehow knew they weren’t going to bond so it didn’t release the fluid.
She gave the broad head a last lick and then carefully let him go. Glancing up, she saw that he was looking down at her with an almost stunned expression on his face.
“Is everything okay?” she asked, wiping her chin with one hand as she climbed to her feet. The cum on her fingers was white but it had the same iridescent rainbow hue that his precum had shown. “You’re not…not upset, are you?” It occurred to her that he had tried to stop her from making him come and she had ignored him. That wasn’t exactly good, was it?
To her surprise, Malik didn’t answer in words. Instead, he pulled her up and kissed her long and hard, as though searching for his taste in her mouth.
Nikki gave a little gasp and then she was kissing him back, giving as good as she was getting. Under the salted caramel flavor she could taste Malik’s mouth—hot and spicy like cinnamon candy. He was crushing her to him, his big hands rubbing up and down her back restlessly as he devoured her mouth with his, kissing her as though he could never get enough of her.
At last they broke apart, panting.
“What…what was that about?” Nikki gasped, looking up at him.
“I don’t know—I couldn’t help myself.” Malik still sounded a bit stunned. “Thank you for giving me such pleasure, Nicole. I never dreamed any female would be willing to do that for me.”
“What? Hasn’t anyone ever given you a blow job before?” She had certainly given more than her fair share to Gary—not that she usually enjoyed it but he seemed to think she owed it to him as part of her “wifely duties.” Then again, it wouldn’t have been such a chore if his cum tasted like a caramel macchiato, Nikki thought wryly.
“No.” Malik shook his head. “At least, not since before I was taken as a slave by my old Mistress. The Mistresses of Yonnie Six would rather cut off their own tongues than debase themselves in such a way with a male—especially a slave.”
“It’s not debasement any more than what you did for me last night was debasement,” Nikki protested. “It’s mutual pleasure. I…I like making you feel good,” she added shyly. “And your, uh, seed tastes freaking amazing. Seriously.”
He hugged her to him again and stroked her cheek.
“I know you feel that way but I have spent the last five cycles of my life being treated as less than dirt beneath my Mistress’s feet. It is…good to remember that there are females who feel that males can be treated as equals who are worthy of receiving pleasure as well as giving it.”
“Of course you’re worthy. You’re amazing,” Nikki whispered. She wanted to kiss him again but she had a feeling it was a bad idea. They were really getting in too deep here and falling faster all the time. It was really hard for her to give her body without giving her heart and despite telling herself that she wasn’t going to start something with the big Kindred when she knew it would only have to end, it seemed that they had somehow started something anyway.
“I’m amazed by you as well,” Malik murmured. His silver eyes seemed to jump with sparks and she could feel the warm, electrical pleasure of his touch going through her entire body like some kind of forbidden current.
“We…we better get on with putting this thing on you,” she said, with a shaky l
augh, indicating the thick black band she still had clutched in one hand.
“Yes…yes, I suppose we should.” Malik stepped back, reluctantly, she thought. “Forgive me. I got…carried away.”
“I did too,” Nikki admitted. Being near the big Kindred, she felt such an intense connection she had to remind herself again that they were destined to part when all this was over.
With trembling fingers, she fit the black band over his shaft and fastened it around the thick base. There was a single drop of cum left on the broad head, she saw. Leaning down impulsively, she swiped it away with her tongue.
“Nicole…” Malik made a deep sound of desire and started to reach for her but just then the two of them heard a sharp ding-ding-ding sound coming from a corner of the room.
“What’s that?” Nikki asked, looking around.
“Mistress Hellenix’s message alert.” Suddenly Malik was all business. “I’ll check it. If it’s what I think it is, it’s coming just in time.”
Chapter Sixteen
Malik was actually glad that the message alert had interrupted them. After the way Nicole had taken him so sweetly in her mouth and tasted his seed, he felt himself more in danger of falling in love with her than ever.
No, can’t do that, he reminded himself yet again. Once I complete my mission on Uriel Two, we will never see each other again. We may not even remember each other! I cannot give my heart or take hers when we are destined never to be together.
But it was hard, so damn hard to remember that when Nicole was everything he had ever wanted in a female and more…so much more.
With a sigh, he turned and went to seat himself before the floating monitor in the far corner of the room. This small area was screened off from the rest of the “play space” as Mistress Hellenix called it, by a holographic barrier which was projected from a small light bead imbedded in the ceiling high above. It looked like a solid wooden screen with a fantastic pattern of ever-shifting colors and shapes but in actuality it was nothing more than a sophisticated interplay of light and shadows. Still, it hid his old Mistress’s work space from “prying eyes” and supposedly only she was allowed back here.
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