Tempted by Celestial Bodies

Chapter 3

chapter three

zyndor

I stepped out with the second troupe onto the stage and took my place in the center. The thrumming of the synth percussion rumbled up through the soles of my feet, and I faced the crowd to dance. Arms above my head and legs planted in a stance so my loincloth hung free, I thrusted my hips to the music in the way the patrons loved. I stomped my feet and roared with the other dancers, then executed a perfect turn to step aside so Blurodf could shake his erect feathered tail.

Vleneb and I exchanged amused glances. It didn’t take much for Blurodf to be ready to join, and the crowd was always up for it.

On the side of the stage, I focused all my attention on completing the motions of the dance to perfection. Three, four, stomp. Hips in a circle, then thrust, thrust. The dance was sexuality in motion, and though I captured every nuance in my maneuvers, it was all for show. The dance never aroused me, the patrons never enchanted me. But perfection of movement—that, I could accomplish.

Blurodf’s solo was nearly done, and I prepared to take my turn in the spotlight. As I whirled my hips across the stage, a fresh aroma of blooms and citrus in the spring slipped up my nose like a drug. My cocks twitched. Another breath in, and blood rushed to my groin, shivers shooting up and down my body. Holy Dilf—both of my dicks were hardening.

Extra-sensual prowess flowed into my movements on the stage. Where was the smell coming from? It was incalculably more effective than the get-hard injections at the Houses of Joining on Llurr where I learned how to fuck when I came of age. Lightheaded and aroused beyond all rational thought, my heart pounded with more than the exertion of the dance.

I was in the presence of my biologically ideal mate.

Nearly vibrating on the inside, I cast my gaze around the room. The most beautiful human I’d ever seen sat at the castingo table rubbing the bare, pale, peachy skin of her chest over a long red gown. My fingers ached to touch her, and all my senses centered on her as muscle memory overtook my dancing. The human woman ran her hand along her long, smooth bare leg then stood, slipping her hands down her hips as she walked with graceful ease. Her presence commanded the room, and her red dress hugged and bared the tops of her full breasts in a corset that cinched her small waist. I longed to dig my fingers into her full hips in passion. Her long hair was dark and curling like the bark of the stanian tree, and I wanted to twist it around my fingers.

What was a beautiful being like her doing in this Dilfawful place? She stepped away from the castingo table, and I threw myself harder into my dance, dancing only for her, finally feeling the sensuality others saw in my movements.

I’d prayed for this moment all my life, but now that it was here, doubt curled into my excitement. Why would the Almighty Dilf bring my mate into my life when I was a prisoner, unable to join with her or claim my life with her? Even if Daddy Skirkild had any mercy, throwing myself onto it wouldn’t grant my freedom.

The literal clock to my life was counting down, and here I was thrusting into the air when I needed to be thrusting into her .

Because Llurrens who don’t mate when the time comes, will die.

Survival kicked in. I needed her attention. I pushed to the front of the dancers, staring at my mate, bumping my hips to the beat, aware that my cocks were fully erect and being revealed as I danced, aware that my extra mouths were preparing to activate for the first time. The crowd’s noise escalated into raucous shouting.

“Vleneb,” Blurodf hissed from his position dancing beside me. “Zyn’s erecting!”

“It’s happening!” another dancer called.

I heard their growing, excited clamor, but I was locked into the orbit of the woman. I would do anything to bring her pleasure. I’d seen human women in the casino before, watched them joining with others and knew their bodies were similar to Llurren women, though usually smaller and more hairless. My mother’d been right, Dilf rest her soul. She said my future was with a human woman, and I hadn’t believed her.

I threw every lust-teeming cell of my body into my dance. But if she didn’t look my way soon, I’d have to leave my place onstage and risk everything.