Intergalactic Courtesan Ch. 08

Jin stared at her bemusedly. "You humans are . . . unusual creatures," he finally said.

"Guilty as charged," she said, laughing nervously. "Are you all right? Your tongue still looks swollen."

"It's nothing," he said, colouring in embarrassment. "Nothing to worry about."

She frowned, concerned. "Are you still in your heat?"

"Do not worry," he said quickly. "You've already done more than enough." Sure enough, there were still pinkish-green streaks sliding under his pink skin, a sure sign that he was still aroused.

"If you're still in heat--"

"No!" he snapped. He slumped. "I'm sorry, I was wrong to say that." His breathing flaps fluttered with a deep breath. "I'm considered . . . something of . . . a pervert among my people," he said, not looking at her. "I need more than one mating session before I leave my heat. It's considered highly unusual among and . . . possibly a sign of mental instability."

"I wish I knew what to say," she said, stroking his cheek in sympathy. "In many societies on my planet, women who enjoy sex too much are considered dangerous. Many bad things are done to them because of it." She shuddered, remembering some memorable discussions with her friend Kalyani. "So, you see," she laughed a little, "I guess we're both perverted in our own ways."

Jin chuckled. "Thank you, Desirée, but you have done enough. It is my own probl--"

Still dripping wet, she leaned forward, wrapping her lips around his swollen tongue. Too shocked to push her away, Jin froze. Desirée closed her eyes, caressing his member with her own lips, teeth and tongue, sucking on it as if it were a cock. She could feel it growing again, swelling against her lips. She opened her eyes, leaning back. He moaned from the loss of sensation.

"If you lie back and let me do everything," she said, her violet eyes sparkling. "I can do something about that swelling."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he whispered thickly.

She nodded. "Try not to grab me again, and I'll do all the work." She touched her clitoris with her left hand. Her pussy and clit were raw but the increased sensitivity felt good. She couldn't decide whether her fingers on her flesh caused her pleasure or pain, but she could feel herself becoming more aroused. Her body warned her that she was going to pay for it later on, though.

Jin lay back on the floor, grasping various bits of furniture with his tentacles. She mounted him, still stroking herself, causing her juices to flow. Biting her lower lip, she positioned herself over his mouth. Her toes barely reached the floor, straddling his head, feeling his breathing flaps flutter against her knees.

"Lick my pussy," she said, lowering herself so that her waiting lips were just out of reach of his mouth. Jin's tongue lapped at her, spreading her folds, brushing her clit. She moaned, her over-stimulated nerves building heat in her hips. Water dripped from her breasts and shoulders, mixing with sudden beads of sweat and her juices. Jin's tongue seemed to instinctively find her most sensitive spots, driving her arousal even higher. Within minutes, she was shaking, her hips thrusting against his talented tongue.

"Now!" She impaled herself on his tongue, feeling it drive deep inside her. She squealed from the sensation, feeling it fill her every crevice, not sure if it was pleasure or pain. She bucked against his mouth, his tongue stabbing into her, touching her core, nuzzling it, feeling it swell even larger. Jin was moaning now, pushing his head up, trying to get his tongue farther inside her. A table leg crumpled from the sheer strength of one of his tentacles, another cracked a floor tile. She rubbed her clit wit her left hand while she fucked his tongue, driving herself even closer to climax. It hurt, but in a way that made her want to do even more; the pain brought on an increased sensitivity that pushed her up that climb towards orgasm.

Once again, Jin's tongue stiffened inside her, swelling into immensity. She squealed, feeling the rough invasion against her abraded walls. Then it exploded, sending his cum deep inside her tissues. She screamed, bucking madly, her hand a blur against her clit. Her orgasm wasn't long after, bright spots appearing behind her eyelids. She collapsed against him, still feeling his tongue spurt inside her, sobbing with relief.

She slowly slid from his head, rolling over to lie on her back. She stared up at the ceiling, still feeling the aftershocks ripple through her overheated body. Her legs twitched uncontrollably. The endorphins coursed through her, but she could feel the beginnings of soreness on her legs and inside her vagina.

She looked over at Jin; the Tekkamaru was dead to the universe. She tried lifting herself up, but stopped when she realized her quivering legs could not support her weight.

Desirée crawled away from the unconscious Tekkamaru, then activated her UTD. She placed a call to Veronica Franco's office.

"Hello, darling." The Guild administrator answered immediately, her face appearing in Desirée's retinas. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine," Desirée panted. "Better than fine, actually." Jin started snoring.

Veronica raised an eyebrow. "I take it you had a good time?"

Desirée smiled, pushing sweat-matted hair away from her forehead. "Yeah. But my body's going to hate me for the next few days."

Veronica grinned. "I've been there more than a few times, my dear. Did you properly entertain your guest?"

The young courtesan looked over at Jin, splayed on the floor. "I think so. He came twice."

The administrator blinked. "I am impressed. Most Tekkamaru are finished after one orgasm. How long will your guest need to recover?"

"I'm not sure, Ma'am." She looked around the room. It looked like a tornado had hit it. The med-tank had a crack in it, and shattered furniture was strewn all over the place. A table leg was embedded in the wall.

"It got pretty rough in here."

Veronica sighed. "That's what insurance is for, darling."

Desirée winced as her aching pussy made its presence felt. "I think I may need a few days to recover as well."

The older woman nodded, not surprised. "I booked you a week of sick leave. That's standard Guild procedure for any courtesan who entertains a Tekkamaru. I'll send a clean-up crew to the room in about six hours. Will that be sufficient?"

"I think so, Ma'am." Her eyelids felt very heavy. "Is there anything else?"

Veronica shook her head. "No, darling, you've done a good job. Now get some rest. You need it." She terminated the call.

"Thanks. Bye." Desirée slumped to the floor, crawling to the carpet next to the shattered divan. Curling up in the fetal position, she was asleep in moments.