under the glass domes would he be while I lay on his bed, naked. Would he be reading the news downstairs? Or working on his tablet? Or maybe training in his exercise room again? Hot and sweaty in his barely decent shorts...
“May we suggest a change in the program?” the machine’s voice filtered through.
My mind still floated somewhere, focusing wasn’t easy. “Okay.”
“A relaxation mode has been requested. However, our sensors indicate that the excitement mode would be more beneficial for you, right now.”
“Excitement?”
“Would you prefer one partner or multiple for this session?”
“An exciting massage partner, you mean? I’m afraid I don’t get—”
“You don’t need to answer any questions vocally,” the voice continued, soothing and pleasant. “Let your mind make the selection.”
Another series of images floated through my mind like a slideshow.
The face of my grandma’s hot neighbour I had a crush on when still in high school. A couple of my ex-boyfriends. Several male celebrities from Earth—two movie actors, a male model, and a few Olympic athletes.
Then, the face of the Colonel filled my mind’s vision. The usual grumpy expression in his hard-set mouth. The eerie red eyes under his long, thick eyelashes.
My heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. I believed I could even smell his heady scent again, his large, hard body radiating heat and energy after a vigorous work-out.
Unlike the rest of the images, his didn’t disappear. His face just moved a little farther, letting his muscular torso come into view. The Colonel was standing on his knees over me, straddling my thighs as I lay in his bed. I could even feel the weight of him, pressing me down.
And he was naked.
Completely.
“Oh, no...” Air rushed out of my chest as he leaned closer.
“Yesss,” he hissed. The tip of his impossibly long tongue trailed along the side of my neck.
A tide of warmth came over me, flooding me with pleasure and taking my breath away. The feelings I’d been suppressing rushed to the surface.
His large hands palmed my breasts, warm and rough against my skin. He rubbed my nipples with his thumbs, then squished my breasts together, burying his face between them.
Something nudged between my thighs—his tail, I realized, squirming under him.
Turning his head, he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, while the pointy end of the arrowhead of his tail slid inside me.
“Oh God...” I moaned, and he grunted in reply, switching to my other nipple, sucking it in and swirling that long deft tongue of his over it.
The point of his tail twirled just inside my opening, tugging at my most sensitive spot that felt hot and swollen.
“Please, please, fuck me,” I begged, with pitiful needy sounds in my throat.
With a growl, he flipped me onto my belly then yanked my hips up, fitting himself behind me. An incredibly large, hot cock pushed inside me, stretching me around it.
“Oh yes...” I whimpered. “I need this, so much.”
His hand in my hair, his other arm around my hips to hold me in place for him, he shoved his entire length in, in one thrust.
I screamed out in pleasure, my knees shaking from need.
He yanked my head back, the sting from the roots of my hair spread with shivers through the rest of my body.
I fisted my hands in the sheets, trying not to fly off the bed as he pounded hard into me from behind. Each shove of his cock into me came with a slam of his flesh against mine, my swollen nipples dragging along the bedding with an added tantalising sensation.
“Yes, yes, please...” I chanted, as the tip of his tail relentlessly flicked between my legs, taking me higher and higher.
Hot lust crested in a swell. Then, the orgasm slammed into me, hard and furious. Pleasure exploded through me, making my limbs shake.
“Oh God, I can’t take it...” I buried my face in the bedding as waves of ecstasy rolled through me. Again and again.
“We hope you have found your experience with Dream Spa satisfactory,” a voice filtered through from somewhere—from another dimension, it seemed. “All referrals are highly appreciated.”
The sensation of the magnificent dick inside me had disappeared. Curled on my side, I was lying inside the pleasure capsule, the luxurious padding soaking in my sweat and the remnants of my arousal.
I’d just had the best sex in my life.
And it all had been mostly in my head.
“WAS IT GOOD?” LIEVOA greeted me when I finally made it out of the spa, fully dressed but on the shaking legs.
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