Pull away

The hypotonic amber eyes are fixed on you as you almost subconsciously shake your head, shuffling your bottom as far back on the seat as you can. Far from being discouraged or angry she smiles in an understanding way. Behind her the other soldier is pouring familiar blue oil from the jug. He smears it over her round cheeks and his own semi flaccid self, and the scent fills the air. You watch her pupils dilate, her eyes now seeming larger and even more attractive, and wonder if yours are doing something similar.

As his hands begin to massage and stroke over her behind the human places both of her hands on the arms of your chair to brace herself and arches upwards. Your eyes are drawn to her breasts, full and heavy, the nipples wide and dark and stiff. You feel a twang of unmistakable jealousy, remembering when you wanted nothing more than a feminine curves like hers as you grew. It was not to be of course and such things mattered less and less as you followed your studies and your training. Now though you can’t help but wonder how it might be to show off full, sensual mounds like that, something to be truly proud of. Or how they might feel in your hands.

You realise suddenly that you are squeezing gently at your own breast and that the pink tip of your nipple is escaping between your fingers, stiff and sensitive. You look up into the face of the woman, whose eyes are half closed and yet fixed firmly on your chest. She flicks her eyes to yours and half moans, half whispers.. “Don’t stop… please..”.

You feel like you are in some strange dream but your skin is on fire and your heart beats quickly. You feel… desirable. Your body buzzes like a taut bow string and you realise you are very wet down below. Almost without conscious thought you find your fingers pressing into the tender flesh of your breasts, giving your body (and your audience) what it aches for. You stifle a shiver of satisfaction as the image from the orb captures your attention briefly over the shoulder of Eye-patch. You bite your lip at the image of his fingers and then his thumb running over the swollen folds of her almost hidden mound and then tease the little ring tucked between her cheeks. There is an enticingly good view of the glistening swollen head of his cock slowly nudging forward toward it, a dribble of clear liquid at its tip, before you tear your eyes away back to her face.

Far from pain or disgust or even displeasure, your companion is actively rocking her hips back toward her partner. He seems patient, letting her control the pace as he grips her hips. Your eyes lock once more and she places her hands on her own breasts, nodding to you. Biting your lip but already halfway to doing it, your hands mirror hers. Your firm breasts just about fill your hands perfectly as you tease them and pluck gently at the tips of your nipples. She gasps heavily and you know he is inside her. She reaches down between her legs to play there beneath a patch of hair, and hesitantly one of yours follows stroking the smooth, soft heat of your mound, another clack or two from the leg rests, your fingers drawing a moan from your throat and a smile from her.

She leans closer and places her hands on the chair again and keeps her eyes locked with yours as she.. pushes. As before the chair rocks but this time something moves against you from beneath. Your eyes widen in surprise. She lets go and the pressure stops. “Try it..” she says softly. Her eyes roll for a moment and you see that the pace of their coupling has risen. Your eyes flick to the orb image but all you can see is yourself. Gingerly you use your legs to push yourself backward and feel the slow rise as something emerges from between the rolls of leather you sit on. It nudges against your mound, a soft yet firm rounded end pushing near your slick entrance. You shift a little and it is sliding between your lips, the very tip spreading your them around it, costing it with your arousal.

The sensual moans and wet sounds of the pair in front of you are beginning to rise. You gaze into the eyes of the woman watching you in return, wondering how it feels to take a man that way.. not quite ready to find out. You watch her hands tease her own body, working her nipples and dipping inside her wet mound, but mostly working at her clitoris back and forth or in tight circles. You find yourself wishing you had a better view. Your fingers draw their inspiration from her and begin to dance over your own bare little hood, the way you used to, the way you know you like. She looks down and the machinery clacks as you open yourself to her, suddenly wanting her to see. It turns her on to show yourself to her this way. Her hand moves faster, deliberate and intense, her orgasm close, her partner not far behind judging by his motions and moans. Without thought your muscles tense, driving yourself backward slowly but steadily and irresistibly, welcoming the invader which drives just as deliciously slowly up inside your body. The feeling almost takes your breath away, and you savour the heavenly pleasure, the almost but not quite pain of that first entry stretching you and filling you. When you feel you can take no more you slide forward, then back almost immediately. The squishing sound almost makes you blush, but it feels perfect.

Amber eyes shudders and falls forward, her head resting almost on your knee as she shivers and groans her powerful orgasm. Eye patch follows moment later, embedded between her firm cheeks but pulling free shortly after to spill himself across her lower back. Your eyes devour the sight of his enlarged human cock trailing sticky fluid over her soft skin. The tension rising in your belly rises and rises, demanding release as you rhythmically fuck your chair, legs spread and back arching.

As your pleasure begins to peak a sensation at your chest makes you glance down at the copper ring embedded there. It glows with blue light and an icy sensation suddenly rushes through you. You growl with frustration as you are held moments from your climax. The movement of your fingers pushes delicious tendrils of pleasure back through your body… but try as you might you can’t **** yourself over the edge. You try several times more as your body demands satisfaction. It is sweet ****, and desperation is soon drawing a tormented howl from your throat. You look to the woman for help, and see her looking back at you in sympathy, and not a little amount of arousal. You clench your teeth not to beg, to have her devour you. Or to have her friend take you the way he took her. With a helpless sob you sink forward and put your face in your hands, letting your hair cover your features. By the time you compose yourself long moments later, you are alone.