The Electrician's Forbidden Lust
Read the storyAlbert stands naked before the mirror, he studied his reflection. The body of a man who worked with his hands—lean, unremarkable, human. His cock hung soft against his thigh at five inches, but he knew what it became when roused: nine and a half inches of thin, pale flesh with a large, well-defined ridge on the head, and big, heavy balls swinging beneath. He'd never had any issues back on Earth—in fact, some partners had said it was too big, their gasps and moans a memory he clung to in the sterile quiet of space.He climbed into his bunk, the thermal sheet cool against his skin. Drifting off quickly.The fantasies sarted as they always did lately.A throne room of black crystal and violet light. Columns that pulsed with bioluminescent veins,And there, occupying the dais like a goddess carved to perfection, sat Princess Joy.Seven feet of impossible blue perfection. Her skin shimmered with a faint iridescence, her eyes holding a gravity that pinned him to the floor. Antennae curved from the top of her head, delicate as spun glass, twitching with interest as she regarded him.You are late, human.Her voice sounding sooth as silk as a feeling of pure arsoul suddenly in his mind. His mouth opened, but no sound came.The scene shifted. Maryann was there now—the vulpine servant, barely five feet, her light pink underglow skin. Her ears swiveled forward as she approached the throne, dropping to her knees between Princess Joy's spread thighs.The princess wore nothing beneath her ceremonial robe. The slit revealed everything: the smooth expanse of her blue skin, the fold of her sex, the way her legs parted wider as Maryann's mouth descended.He should look away.His thoughts drove him to step closer.Maryann's tongue emerged, pink against blue, tracing a slow line from Joy's entrance to the hood of her clit. The princess's head fell back, antennae quivering. Her fingers found Maryann's skull, pressing her deeper into the wet heat he FELT all of it.And Maryann had her own needs,Her hand slipped between her own thighs, fingers working against a slickness that gleamed in the throne room's light. Her whimper vibrated against Joy's cunt.His cock was stone-hard now. He could feel the fabric of his own hand wrapping around it, stroking in a rhythm that matched Maryann's licking as he did so in his quarters.Do you like what you see, electrician?Joy's eyes had opened. They pinned him with that gravitational force the feeing of her pleasure put in his mind, pulling him forward until