by Grace, Viola
He reached out and lifted a scent from the case. She took it from him and handed it to Phillon. “There. Add this to the massage oil.” She shuffled back to the bed and climbed back on.
Phillon added a few drops of the scent, and when it mixed with the warm oil, she recognized the scent. Phillon’s eyes got heavy, and Gorith had a smug grin. “Yeah, that smells like Tirra.”
She wasn’t sure what he meant until the scent reached her, and her eyes widened. She hid her face in the cut-out in the bed and covered her head. Phillon applied some of the scent to his hands, and he did a slow rub up and down her back. “So, you recognize this scent.”
She tried to relax as he worked on her. “Uh. Yeah. It is vaguely familiar.”
Gorith laughed. “It is amazingly familiar and exactly what I need to keep my mind on the date.”
Phillon went to work, and his fingers were as focused as they always were. “But what is it? There was no label on the bottle. I love the scent and just want to breathe it in, but I can’t place the components.”
Gorith supplied, “It is what Tirra’s scent becomes when she’s aroused. The hotter she is, the stronger it gets.”
Phillon blinked. “Really? It’s really nice.”
Gorith chuckled. “You just want to get closer and deeper.”
“Uh, yeah.” He flipped up the sheet to work on her calves, and she groaned when he rubbed her feet. As his fingers slid between her toes, the scent got stronger, and she knew her face was hot enough to catch fire.
When he worked his way back up her legs, she relaxed again, and he was massaging her butt when she heard her com chime. She murmured, “That is the end of my appointment.”
Gorith came over and gripped her hands. “It’s a good thing that I booked Phillon for the next hour and registered to start our date a few hours early. Watching this is very educational.”
“You did what now?”
“Started the date early. If you are available and your patron is available, management can authorize an early start... for a fee.” He smiled. “Which I am happy to pay.”
Phillon chuckled and kept kneading her ass. He drew the sheet down over her legs and feet before returning to her back and working on her hips. She groaned as the tension started loosening in her body, and Phillon was able to do some good.
She was as limp as poured honey when he said, “Roll over.”
She blushed but rotated and lay back as he pulled the sheet up over her breasts. Gorith got up and said, “Show me how to do this?”
Phillon blinked. “Yes, Patron.”
He showed Gorith how to cup the balls of her shoulders and use his thumbs, then how to work on her neck and work down to her breasts.
Gorith leaned forward, and he whispered, “You are very tense.”
Phillon confirmed that Gorith was using the right touch, and then, he went to start massaging her abdomen. The fold of fabric over her breasts didn’t cover much, but as Gorith’s hands worked under the covering, she started to twist into his grip.
He kissed her upside down.
She whispered, “I don’t think that Phillon should be used as a sex toy.”
Phillon answered in a thick voice. “I don’t have any objections.”
Gorith kissed her again. “He doesn’t have any objections.”
He rubbed her nipples and pinched them, and Phillon rubbed her inner thighs until his fingers touched her, and he hissed.
“She’s wet?” Gorith licked at her lips.
“Oh, yeah.” Phillon slid two fingers against her, and she arched up, twisting toward him. “And hot.”
“Please, stand aside; I would like to ascertain for myself.”
Phillon stepped back with a regretful sigh, and Tirra heard the soft sucking sound that said he had tasted what he had found.
She felt something familiar and heard the masseur gasp as Gorith’s tentacles moved over her in a slow and thorough examination.
She glanced at Phillon, and he was watching them with a glow in his eyes. He wasn’t freaked out; he was definitely not going to quit.
She arched into the touch of the energy projections and gripped the sides of the table. Strong energy tendrils wrapped around her wrists and pulled her arms above her head, so she arched. She heard him murmur, “Oh, that is lovely, angel.”
She felt the seeking touch between her thighs, and they were pulled wide for one of the thicker tentacles to slide into her. She cried out and started struggling. Gorith leaned over her and kissed her. “Easy, angel.”
She flexed her fingers and felt her body shuddering as her energy tried to answer his. She met his tongue thrust for thrust, whimpering as she tried to take him deeper between her thighs.
“Hold tight, angel; I think this calls for a change of position.”
The tentacle inside her stilled and more wrapped around her waist as she was lifted and turned to face him. He pulled her close, and she fought him.
“Now, angel, what is the problem?”
She huffed, blowing a lock of hair out of her eyes. “I am all oily; I don’t want to wreck your suit.”
“You are far too careful with my clothing. If I don’t care, neither should you.” He pulled her toward him, and she hung in the air as he kissed her again.
The invader inside her began to thrust, and their kiss turned savage. She moaned as her body flushed and shivered, and then, she shrieked a second before her wings emerged. Phillon yelped in surprise, and Gorith smiled. “That’s my angel.”
He pulled her astride him, and he kissed her sweetly. “There you are.”
She shivered, and her body twitched around the internal pressure. “You could have just asked for the wings.”
He chuckled and rubbed her nose with his. “This was far more fun. Phillon didn’t mind, did you?”
She glanced over to Phillon and blinked at the dazed, flushed expression on his face. “Oh, I thought he was surprised.”
“Naw, angel, he came when you did.”
She blushed and tugged at her wrists. “Can I have my hands back?”
He ran loops of his tendrils down her body. “Why would you want that?”
“Um...” She tried to think of a reason, but the energy tumbling over her skin was hypnotic.
He smiled. “I want your wings out all night.”
She blushed. “People are going to see.”
“Yes, they are.” He smiled. “Isn’t it fair that your staff know who they are actually working with?”
She looked at Phillon and then back at Gorith, “What I am about to ask would sound better if you weren’t writhing around inside me. Oh!”
“Tough. You are on my time now.”
She looked at Phillon. “So, does this freak you out?”
He looked at her trapped in the tentacles of her patron with her silver wings outspread. “Not nearly as much as it should. You look amazing, Tirra. You have wings?”
“Oh, yeah, they are new. When my skin got healed, the wings popped out.” She smiled shyly. “You know what it was like before, better than anyone. Once it was fixed, I had a bit of extra energy.”
Gorith chuckled, and he stroked his hands up her hips. The contact of his actual skin made her body tense.
She suddenly understood why he had started with the energy tendrils. His skin on hers blotted out anything else. The energy felt good, but his skin felt amazing. It was going to be a very stimulating date.
Chapter Fifteen
They left Phillon’s station. Her wings were now projecting from the back of her spa robe. They were energy and not physical, but they had a physical effect. It was strange.
Phillon had wiped her down to remove the majority of the oil, and Gorith led her to the dressing area where her clothing was ready for their date. Gorith watched her get dressed, from the strapless bra to the thong, the thigh-high stockings, and the garter belt. He was very into what went on under the strappy dress with the low-cut back.
She was given some high-heeled pumps and then brought to get he
r hair and makeup done. The makeup was easy as her mask went on, covering her eyes and her cheekbones. Folding her wings out of the way was tricky, but when she was dressed, her copper mask was in place, and she was ready for her date.
She got up and walked over to Gorith, where he sat in one of the salon chairs. She pressed her hand over her breast and gave a short bow. “Patron, I am at your service.”
He took her hand and turned it, so the palm faced him, and he kissed her palm. “Eighteen, you are stunning.”
“Thank you for the compliment, Patron.”
“Come along; dinner awaits.”
She slid her arm along his and tucked her hand in the crook of his elbow. He let out a low exhalation.
“Is something wrong, Patron?” She kept her voice innocent.
He looked down at her, his tentacles tucked away. “You are tormenting me, angel?”
“Yes, Patron. Every chance I get. You have been a very bad boy.” The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. She was too used to bantering when she had the mask on.
“Are you playing with me?”
She bit her lip. “Little bit. The mask alters my behaviour. Something about being able to hide in plain sight is too much fun.”
“Even when you work with these people?”
“Yup. Even then.” She smiled. “They understand the purpose, even if they are all technically still human.”
“What do you mean, technically?”
“Ah. Down, Patron. You are not on duty.”
He chuckled. “You are giving me orders now?”
“You bet your sexy tie.” She pressed her breast against his sleeve as they entered the restaurant, and he lifted her hand to his lips for a kiss.
“I like you flirting.”
“I used to practice on Harmik.” She chuckled. “We started off comparing puppies and kittens and ended up with some pretty foul verbal interactions.”
“Then, I owe him a debt of gratitude. I look forward to hearing your restraint deteriorating.”
“Oh, I never quite lose all of my restraint.”
He quirked a brow. “Never?”
“No. It hasn’t happened yet.”
“Ah, I do love a challenge.”
The hostess looked at them, smiled at Gorith, and did a double-take at Tirra. She checked her small tablet. “Patron, Eighteen, come this way.”
Tirra cuddled up to Gorith as they entered, and she found out that he had opted for public dining. Uh-oh.
The public dining options were standard tables and chairs and something that was for show. They headed to the dais and the couches that were at right angles to each other. The table was set in between them. It was a challenge to eat while reclining but was cute for couples who wanted to share food.
He helped her onto her couch, and she reclined with the slit in her gown, showing her leg to the start of her hip. Her wings framed her but didn’t interfere with the couch. She was facing the interior of the restaurant, on display.
“So, Patron, you have a strong exhibitionist streak.” She washed her hands in the bowl that the server brought out and then dried them on the towel. He did the same.
He grinned. “Only because I have someone with me that I am enjoying showing off. I am very proud to be at your side.”
She looked at him. “Why? I know what the other escorts looked like, what their reviews are like. None of them have anything weird going on.”
Gorith looked at her and smiled. “You are not weird, you are spectacular, and I had thought so since before I was supposed to allow myself to think of you in that way.”
“Thank you for the compliment, Patron.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “You say that when you don’t believe me. I am noticing a trend.”
She inclined her head. “As you say, Patron.”
He took one of her hands and squeezed it. “The moment I saw you and realized who I was looking at, all other women ceased to exist in my mind. You are the one and only focus of my interest. When I think of my sex life, you are the only one I imagine, trapped in one of my ties.”
She shivered, and the satin of her bra, the silk of her gown, were no barrier to the points of her nipples making themselves known at the thought of being tied up by him.
He ordered two glasses of wine, a carafe of water, and two trays of food to feed to each other. One hot, one cold.
She looked throughout the restaurant, and two of the escorts came in and were seated at tables, looking at her without their masks. At the resort, the mask indicated that the escort was on duty and no other patron was supposed to interfere.
Juro came through the door, and he looked around the restaurant before spotting her. His eyes brightened, and he stalked toward her.
“Trouble is on the way.” She murmured it, and Gorith lazily looked toward the incoming merman.
He nodded, and as the server set the wine and water down, he grinned. “Hello, Juro.”
Juro stopped at the edge of the dais. “Gorith, it seems you have possession of the most desirable creature at the resort.”
“There are no other couches, but why don’t you join us, Juro?” Gorith was very polite.
“Alas, the lady has made it clear that she and I are not compatible.”
“The lady forgets that her skeleton has just gotten an upgrade.”
Eighteen paused. “And my patron forgets that I haven’t actually had sex with a living being before, so if he wants to give away my first time to another patron, he had better prepare for me to disallow any other bookings in the future.”
The wine glass in his hand shattered. She hissed and asked the surprised server for a med kit as she pulled glass from his hand and wrapped the wound in a napkin. He murmured in her ear. “You don’t need to do that. I heal quickly.”
She lifted the edge of the napkin, and a gold light filled the injury, and when it faded, the skin was whole. “Oh. Right. That was stupid of me.”
Juro sat at the foot of the table. The server came and mopped up the wine, removing the glass which had fractured in large chunks. Eighteen cleaned up with her.
Gorith sighed. “You don’t have to do that, Eighteen.”
She didn’t look at him. The mask couldn’t convey frustration. “Then you shouldn’t have shattered the glass and made extra work for her.”
She finished collecting the glass, and Hresta whispered her thanks before backing away with the broken glass in a container. The cleaning bot took care of the spilled wine, and a new glass of wine was delivered to him.
She went to settle down again, and he pulled her toward him. He whispered in her ear. “I am sorry. I forgot that you have only been whole for a few hours.”
Their food arrived, and she moved to return to her couch. He held onto her arm for a moment and kissed her sweetly before rubbing his cheek against hers.
Juro smiled. “I will share dinner and then leave you two alone. Mistress, I must say that you have a certain nerve to go up against Gorith so fearlessly. He is notorious for his temper and irritability.”
Eighteen looked toward Juro and smiled. “I am aware of the reasoning behind some of his actions and his crankiness.”
Gorith snorted. “Your lack of presence in my life is what has made me so irritable.”
She took a canape and held it to his mouth. “Cranky.”
He opened his mouth and took it, giving her what had to be a serious look, but she could only see the projection of his expression.
Juro was chuckling. “You two seem fairly well matched.”
She picked up a canape and nibbled at it. “We have known each other for a while, and while we have things to work out, we know each other for what we are.”
Juro’s expression was surprised. “You know that he can tear a man in two with those tentacles of his?”
“Sure. I have seen it firsthand.” She held another canape to his lips. He took the bite, caught her hand, and licked her fingers. She shivered again and knew that there was
visible evidence of her growing arousal on her body.
“You have... wow.” Juro was amazed and amused. “You must have nerves of steel.”
She shrugged and got another one and fed it to Gorith. “I can’t really throw stones about stuff that comes out of your back.” She flexed her left wing skyward.
Gorith grinned. “If you are cumming out of your back, I am doing something wrong.”
She closed her mouth with a snap.
A tendril of energy picked up a canape and lifted it to her lips. “You will need to keep your strength up. I plan on taxing it.”
Juro snickered, gathered some items, and went to get a table of his own just as an exhausted Ledia came through the doors. She was clean, but she was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, which were distinctly out of place when the servers and hostesses were dressed to the nines.
She was about to be stuck in the middle of the restaurant, but she grabbed the hostess’s arm and spoke quickly. The trajectory was changed to a small table in the corner where Ledia sighed with her back to a wall.
Eighteen watched with a smile as Juro got to his feet and took a seat at Ledia’s table. Gorith chuckled. “You are supposed to be focusing on me, Eighteen.”
“Yeah, trust me, you have my focus, but they look to be starting something in a much gentler way than we did.” She reached over and stroked his cheek.
“Gentle is not something I have ever heard applied to Juro.”
She smiled. “According to the after-date reviews on you, it is rarely applied to you either, but I know that there are no mentions of your tentacles in any of the date reviews, so what gives?”
He paused. “I don’t want to scare them.”
Their hot food arrived on a warming tray.
“So, I get to star in a hentai event, and they get a gentleman banging their brains out?” She propped her chin on her fist.
He paused and smiled. “You are very calm when it comes to me.”
She shrugged. “I have dealt with scarier things than you. I threw myself into a fire to start my life over. Most things don’t faze me.”
He grinned, and his energy tendrils lifted the next course to her lips. “Then shut up and eat so we can get out of here. It wouldn’t do for you to lose strength at a critical moment.”
