Cruel Union (Brutal Universe #1)

25. Aurora

25

AURORA

I wasn’t sure where we were going next, but we ended up on the floor housing the lingerie department. Slade took my hand and asked directions to the extra-curvy section. I stared around me, wide-eyed, as we walked.

The items I saw for sale here bore almost no resemblance to the plain bras and panties I had worn all my life. They were silk and lace and many more colors than I was used to. Back on L’Crist I had always worn white or beige undergarments—those were the only two colors you could get. Here I saw red and black and purple and pink and every other color imaginable.

But it wasn’t just the colors—it was the styles available. Some of the bras and panties were practically see-through. Others were so tiny I was sure they wouldn’t cover a thing. And many had slits or holes in strategic places that made me blush. I was sure I could never wear anything like that.

Even as I thought that, though, I couldn’t help imagining myself in the naughty lingerie. I told myself I was just worked up from the way Slade had been teasing me all day, but my imagination was running wild as I saw the variety of sensual underthings for sale. I kept picturing Slade touching me while I was wearing those tiny, see-through panties or maybe one of the bras that had holes cut out where the nipples ought to be.

I tried to stop thinking these things, but my mind seemed to be stuck in a loop. There was no denying, even to myself, that my cunny was hot and wet and my nipples were aching. Even with Slade right beside me, holding my hand, The Need was still getting worse and worse.

I wondered what I was going to do about it. I was already shifting from foot to foot, pressing my thighs together when the big Brute wasn’t watching. I needed some relief from the pressure that was building inside me, but I wasn’t sure how to get it.

The minute we got to the extra-curvy department, Slade started picking out lingerie for me to wear.

“ Wait — I can’t wear these in public!” I protested as he chose a purple demi-cup bra that didn’t even look like it would cover my nipples. “ Not even under my clothes!”

“ Who said you’re going to have any other clothes on?” He gave me a lascivious smile and turned to the attendant—a short, older woman with gray hair and thick oculars perched on her beak-like nose. “ We’re going to need access to a dressing room so my wife can try these on—a private one,” he ordered.

The attendant frowned.

“ Forgive me, Sir , but I’m afraid we don’t allow anyone to try these garments on. All of our lingerie must be fresh and untouched or no one would want to buy it.”

“ I’ll buy every single piece she tries,” Slade told her. He pulled out a black cred chip and handed it to her. “ Put it all on this and show us to a room. And you can tack on a generous commission for yourself,” he added. “ Just make it happen.”

The woman gave us a dubious look but at last she nodded.

“ All right—this way, please. We do have a room where you can try them but it’s at the back of the department.”

Slade gathered the armful of garments he had selected for me— I had only chosen a few myself—and we followed her. I noticed that my new husband had no problem at all carrying women’s underwear around in public, which was something no man of L’Crist would be caught doing. They would be afraid that being seen or associated with lacy, girly items would make them look less masculine. With Slade , it was the opposite—he walked with his chin high and his broad shoulders back. There was an air of powerful self-confidence about him I couldn’t help admiring.

The saleslady led us to a room at the very end of the lingerie department. It seemed to be exclusive because there was a sign on the door that said, Private — No Admittance .

“ Here we are. No one will bother you while you try on your chosen items,” the saleslady said as she produced a key and opened the door.

“ Good —make sure they don’t,” Slade growled.

She nodded and closed the door behind us.

Inside the room was much like the other dressing room with a mirror on one wall and a padded bench to sit on. There was also pale pink fur carpeting on the floor which felt luxuriously soft and silky under my bare feet after I took off my shoes.

“ All right, baby—let’s try these.” Slade was already selecting a set of scarlet panties that were practically see-through. Even worse, the bra that went with them was the kind that had holes where the nipples should be.

I knew it wouldn’t do any good to protest getting naked in front of him, but I couldn’t help blushing as I took off my dress and my plain and modest beige lace bra. Once I got into it, my nipples stuck out stiffly through the holes in the scarlet bra. They were aching fiercely but I didn’t know what to do about it.

You could always ask your husband for help, suggested a little voice in my head.

I pushed it away fiercely. Last night Slade had sucked my peaks to make me feel better, and I had allowed him to do it in order to ease my pain. But there was a difference between letting the big Brute do that to me and asking him to. I told myself again that I couldn’t bow to the pressure I felt growing inside me— I couldn’t give in to The Need , no matter how fierce it got.

But it wasn’t until I pulled on the matching scarlet panties—which were much smaller than any other pair I had ever worn—that I began to be really embarrassed. A damp spot began forming on the see-through panel in the front at once—showing exactly how wet my pussy had gotten.

“ All right, now stand in front of the mirror,” Slade ordered. “ Let me know if you like your new lingerie.”

I did as he said, doing my best to keep my hand casually in front of my crotch, to hide the wet spot. But Slade saw what I was doing at once.

“ I don’t think so, Princess ,” he said, frowning. Coming to stand behind me, he pulled my hands to my sides. “ Now look at yourself,” he ordered. “ Look at how fucking beautiful you are.”

Biting my lip, I looked in the mirror. I saw an extra-curvy woman who would have been considered too old to be interesting to anyone back on L’Crist . She was wearing a bra that showcased her ripe nipples and a pair of panties with a damp spot. In fact, when I looked closer, I saw that the spot had spread, making the nearly transparent panel in the front completely see-through. My cunny lips were clearly visible through the fabric, making me wince with shame and try once more to cover up.

“ Stop —what are you doing?” Slade growled, frowning.

“ I … I’m just…” I shook my head, my cheeks going scarlet. “ Please , Slade —this is so embarrassing.”

“ What , that you’re wearing sexy underwear for the first time? Or the fact that your hot little pussy is getting so wet?”

My cheeks went even pinker in the mirror but some of my embarrassment began to turn to anger.

“ I wouldn’t be in this condition if you didn’t keep touching me and whispering all those indecent things in my ear!” I accused him.

“ It’s not just me, baby—it’s The Need ,” he told me. “ It’s tormenting you, isn’t it? The same way The Thirst is fucking with me.” He ran his big hands up and down my arms as he spoke and then reached around to cup my breasts and tug lightly at my tight nipples. “ It hurts, doesn’t it? You need some relief but you’re afraid to ask for it.”

“ I … I am not,” I denied breathlessly. I wanted to tell him to stop touching me…but I couldn’t seem to do it. His big hands felt so good and he was sending those tingling sparks of pleasure from my nipples straight to my cunny again.

“ Liar ,” he growled in my ear. “ The Need has you in its grip. If you’d just let me lick your pussy, it would get a lot better.”

“ That’s dirty,” I insisted breathlessly. “ I don’t understand why…why you want to lick someplace so dirty and ugly.”

“ Dirty and ugly?” I watched in the mirror as his golden eyes widened in disbelief. “ Is that what the people on your backwards little planet teach women about their bodies?”

“ Well …yes,” I said defensively. “ A woman’s cunny is only for her husband’s shaft to go into or a baby to come out of. Everyone knows that.”

“ That’s bullshit,” Slade growled. “ You’re beautiful , baby—inside and out. And your pussy is the sweetest, softest part of you. She’s gorgeous, especially when she gets all hot and swollen like she is now.” He nodded at my image in the mirror.

I nibbled my lower lip, unsure what to say.

“ Do Brutes really think that about…about lady parts?” I asked at last.

“ Oh yes, Princess .” He met my eyes in the mirror and I could see the lust in his gaze. “ We need to taste our Fated Mates but that’s not all—we fucking love it too. There’s no place I’d rather be than between your thighs, eating you out. But since you’re still not ready to let me…”

He raised his hand to his mouth. I watched, confused, as he sucked his first two fingers for a moment, getting them wet.

“ What …what are you doing?” I asked breathlessly.

“ Helping you,” he said shortly.

And then he slipped his big hand into the tiny pair of scarlet panties and cupped my pussy.

“ Oh , Slade !” I gasped as he parted my cunny lips and slipped his fingers into my wet pussy. The sensations were immediate and intense—pleasure and relief flooded my body as he began to slide his fingers around and around my aching clit.

“ That’s right, baby—does that feel good?” he growled softly in my ear. “ Why don’t you watch while I do it? Why don’t you watch me pet your soft little pussy and make you feel better?”

As he spoke, he peeled down my panties so my cunny was completely bare. He sucked his fingers again, clearly savoring my juices, and then dipped down to touch me some more.

“ Spread your legs for me, Princess ,” he commanded as he began stroking and caressing me again. “ Spread your hot little pussy like a good girl while I finger you.”

“ Oh …oh, Slade !” I nearly wailed, not caring anymore if we were in public. I spread my legs for him, just as he had ordered and watched as the girl in the mirror did the same while the huge Brute behind her stroked and caressed her open pussy.

He was so big and muscular, his body looming over hers as one hand teased and tugged her nipples and the other petted her cunny. She was writhing against him, moaning, and I realized all over again that she was me. I was acting like a female animal in heat as my husband stroked and caressed me.

My hips were bucking involuntarily as Slade played with my pussy. I was getting close…so close to the edge that he’d pushed me over last night. The edge of ultimate pleasure I had never dared to reach on my own…

And then, just as I was about to come, he stopped petting my clit and slipped his fingers inside me instead.

“ Slade !” I cried, bucking my hips impatiently as he began to thrust up into me. “ Slade , please! I was so close.”

“ Are you going to let me fuck you with my tongue the way I’m fucking you with my fingers?” he demanded. “ If I make you come, will you let me drink your juices?”

I bit my lip. Part of me—a large part—wanted to let him perform the forbidden act on me. But it was so hard to get over the idea of that part of me being unclean and ugly. I couldn’t help flashing back to a conversation I had overheard once back at the palace when I was younger…but then I pushed it away. I didn’t want to think of that right now.

“ No ,” I told Slade . “ No , I don’t…don’t want you to do that.”

“ All right, baby. That’s all right. I won’t force you…not unless you start to get sick.”

“ Sick ? What do you mean?” I shook my head in confusion.

“ We can talk about it later.”

He withdrew his fingers and sucked them clean again.

“ Wait …so that’s it?” I asked as he went back to the padded bench and had a seat.

Slade raised an eyebrow at me.

“ Are you admitting you want more? Want me to stroke your soft little pussy and make you come, baby?”

I shifted from foot-to-foot, biting my lower lip. I didn’t want to admit defeat—didn’t want to admit I needed him. But I was already missing his warm, spicy scent and the feeling of his fingers caressing me.

Slade took my silence as a no.

“ All right then,” he said. Rising he began to gather the other garments together as though he was preparing to leave.

“ Wait !” I finally got out.

Slade turned to face me.

“ Change your mind, Princess ?” he asked, raising an eyebrow sarcastically.

“ Yes ,” I said. “ But only about you making me come— not about the other.”

He shook his head.

“ Never thought you’d make me wait so long to taste you. But all right, come here.” He sat back on the bench and patted his lap.

“ I don’t understand…” I came closer, very aware of how my cunny was throbbing and my nipples were aching.

“ You don’t have to—just come here so I can make you feel better, baby,” he said roughly.

His eyes went black for a moment and I wondered if he was suffering from The Thirst he’d told me about. I supposed he must be, but I couldn’t give in—not on that point, anyway. Though it appeared I was going to let him make me come.

I came up to his side, feeling exposed and uncertain but also so hot I could hardly stand it.

“ What do you want me to do?”

“ Straddle me.” He patted his lap again. “ But first, take off the panties. They’ll only get in the way.”

“ But why?” I shook my head. “ I thought you were going to…to touch me again.”

“ I will. But I want to be able to suck your nipples at the same time. They look awfully tight and achy,” he rumbled.

I couldn’t deny that he was right. I slipped off the panties and was about to take off the bra as well but Slade shook his head.

“ No , baby—leave it on,” he growled softly. “ It looks so fucking sexy on you. Love the way your tits look with your nipples poking out like that. Now come here.”

Blushing , I came even closer and he pulled me into his lap.

I gave a little gasp of protest—this new position spread me so wide. I could feel my cunny lips opening to show my aching clit. It made me feel incredibly vulnerable.

“ Shhh , baby. Just relax and let me help you,” Slade told me. He sucked his fingers again and slid them into me. This time instead of thrusting, he crooked them inward in what felt like a beckoning gesture. I moaned in surprise as I felt him rubbing some spot inside me—a place that gave incredibly deep pleasure I had never felt before.

“ Oh …oh, Slade !” I moaned as he continued to rub me. “ What …what is that?”

“ That’s your G -spot, baby—all human women have one,” he explained. “ Feels good, right?”

“ Uh -uh…” I nodded— I had almost lost the power of speech now. What Slade was doing to me felt so good— too good to put into words. And then, at the same time, he began circling my aching clit with the pad of his thumb.

“ Ohhhh !” I gasped and my hips bucked involuntarily.

“ That’s right, baby,” Slade rumbled. “ That’s right, you’re going to come soon, come on my fingers like a good girl…”

He was watching me avidly, his eyes half-lidded, as though he loved the expressions I was making as he touched me. As though he was drinking me in like fine art or expensive wine.

“ Goddess , you’re so fucking sexy—writhing around on my lap with my fingers so deep in your pussy,” he growled. “ Want to watch you come, baby—want to see you lose it, just for me.”

“ Suck me!” I got out at last. Reaching up, I grabbed for his horns and pulled his head down. “ Suck my nipples like you promised!” I demanded.

He let out a low, lustful chuckle.

“ My pleasure, Princess .”

And then he was sucking one of my tight nipples between his lips while he stroked and caressed my cunny at the same time.

My torment didn’t last long after that. I felt the wave of pleasure coming just as Slade was sucking my other nipple into his mouth. As he tongued the sensitive tip, I felt myself falling over the edge again…and then soaring upwards as pleasure overcame me.

“ Slade !” I wailed his name like it was a prayer. “ Slade !”

He let my nipple slip from his lips and looked at me, his eyes blazing.

“ Call me ‘husband,’” he demanded in a low voice. “ Do it, Aurora — I want to hear you say it. Admit it.”

“ Hu -husband!” I stammered and then said it louder. “ You’re my husband!”

“ You’re fucking right I am!” he growled. “ And don’t forget it, wife!”

Then he took my mouth in a bruising kiss, wrapping one arm around me to drag me even closer. At the same time, his other hand was busy between my legs, working me fiercely, guiding me through the last swells of pleasure as my orgasm finally crested and slowly faded.

I kissed him back eagerly, noticing a new flavor—something wild and salty and delicious—on his lips. With a shock, I realized it was me. He had been touching me and then sucking his fingers to clean them off. I was tasting my own juices on his lips and they weren’t bad at all.

I felt a fresh surge of pleasure as I licked and sucked my secret flavor from his mouth. I don’t know why but it turned me on to taste myself on him.

Slade waited until I was twitching my hips to get away because the sensation was becoming too much. Finally he broke the kiss and pulled back to look at me as I sat panting in his lap.

“ Better , Princess ?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

I nodded, suddenly shy again now that my orgasm was over and I found myself half-naked in his lap with his fingers still inside me. The woman I had been two days ago would never have allowed herself to get into such a position—how had I changed so much in such a short time?

It’s The Need , I thought. It’s making me want him—making me need him. But there didn’t seem to be anything I could do about it.

“ All right,” Slade said. He withdrew his fingers and sucked them again, taking great care to clean away every trace of my juices. “ If you’re feeling better, I think we’re ready to go to our last department,” he told me.

“ What ? Where else are we going?” I demanded as I climbed shakily off his lap.

“ You’ll see, Princess .” He gave me a secretive smile and nodded at the lingerie. “ Come on, let’s get these bagged up and go.”