Chapter 2: The Unseen Feast
Kefla walked over to Cabba, sliding her hands up his chest. She pressed her body against his, letting him feel her heat, the dampness of her skin through his white coat. “It was intense work, baby. Hands-on.” She nipped at his jaw. “Why don’t you let me thank you for trusting me? Let me sit on your face right here on your nice, clean console. I’m so… worked up.”
Cabba’s professional concern melted into familiar, eager submission. He loved her taste. “The suite… it’s scheduled for a decontamination cycle in twenty minutes.”
“More than enough time,” she purred, already pushing him back toward his chair. Her mind was miles away, nesting deep in her own imagined biology, a womb she was sure was now churning, converting, breeding. But her body still hummed, and Cabba’s devoted tongue was a good way to pass the time while her future got started. As she lowered herself onto his waiting mouth, she stared at the door Oolong had fled through, and her smile turned vicious. Her thighs settled on either side of Cabba’s head, her weight pinning him to the chair. The damp, thoroughly used warmth of her pussy smothered his face, and he groaned into her, a sound of pure, submissive pleasure that vibrated through her swollen clit.