Chapter 9: A bet? [R-18+]

A blistering fury surged within me, coursing through my veins like liquid fire. Her words, callous as they were, had ignited a spark of defiance.

I might have been in the throes of wanton desire, on the precipice of surrender, but I refused to break under her cold-hearted jibe. Even if my life reclined on the slippery slope of disgrace, I swore not to let her belittle my resolve.

Upon noticing my obstinacy, perhaps glimpsing the simmering resentment in my eyes, the woman emitted a light, airy giggle. Almost as if my defiance had amused her.

"You're stronger than I expected," she purred, embers dancing playfully in her eyes. "Did my words strike a nerve? Are you feeling a sting of injured pride? Despite your rugged exterior, you have a captivatingly innocent side, don't you? Ah, this is indeed a pleasant surprise. Now, I find myself growing quite fond of you."

As she finished her taunt, her hand returned to my arousal. The sudden contact elicited a visceral jerk from me. The sensation was different this time, sharper, more potent, but I clamped down on the wave of pleasure. I could see her watching me, carefully gauging my reactions as she toyed with me, before her soft voice cut through my laboured breaths.

"How about a little bet? If you can hold out for just one more minute, starting now, I'll provide you with a special service – with my mouth. What do you say?" she proposed, her tone ripe with mischief.

Although caught off guard, I managed a stammered, "M...mouth?"

Her gaze fixed on me, a sly grin etching across her enticing features. "Yes, with my mouth."

The implications tentatively uncoiled in my mind. I couldn't help but imagine the woman, of all people, with my dick in her smug mouth! Would she dare bite me?

Regardless, I found myself agreeing. The uncrowned queen had extended an appealing proposition; how could I refuse a bet like this?

"It's a deal! I accept your bet." I tried to mirror her cool confidence, but my voice trembled faintly.

"Really?" she quipped delightedly, arching an eyebrow. "What would you like if you win? And, more importantly, what's on the stakes if you don't?"

Her inquiry momentarily caught me off-guard; I hadn't considered that. My mind became a whirlpool of chaotic thoughts, almost causing a premature ending to our little game of wills. My body betrayed me, convulsing involuntarily in sharp, desperate quakes.

With a last-ditch effort, I barely managed to suppress the tidal wave that threatened to sweep me off my feet, narrowly averting a disaster.

Though I couldn't prevent the pre-cum from dampening the raging heat. My apprehension and anticipation, shifting on hopelessly wobbly legs, succumbed to the trickles of dread meandering down my arousal.

Eyeing the molten trail that dribbled from the helm of my arousal, the woman responded slyly through a veiled smirk, "If you have nothing to wager, how about granting me just a single wish instead?"

A wish? It was far beyond my comprehension to fathom the nature of desires harboured by a creature of her extraordinary stature.

Nevertheless, pinned under the weight of her predatory gaze, I found myself without a choice but to agree. A reluctant nod escaped me, silently affirming her terms.

In response, I saw the beast in her eyes, her pupils distorting into stark triangular slits. It was a chilling reminder of our dissimilarities. Despite any human semblance, she belonged to a species distinctly alien to mine.

Her unmasked facade brought forth a cold sweat to the surface of my skin, the realities of her superior origins becoming increasingly apparent. It was rather unsettling -- her kind must indeed be on the higher rungs of the hierarchy.

The Super Government's claim of equality across all races was laughable. Equality was an abstract illusion. It was a running joke breaching the boundaries of satire. The stark fact that we were distinctly varied species with unique abilities made it an absurd proposition.

No human devoid of exceptional abilities could ever contest against beings of her stature. And yet, if by a twist of fate I triumphed in this twisted gamble, the woman would have no choice but to comply with my counter-threat. No matter how far-fetched it sounded, it was still a possibility -- an opportunity I clung onto, teeth gritted and resolve fortified.

Seeing me steeling myself, she responded with a giddy smirk, "Well then, I take it as a contract is being signed?"

Her suggestive term snapped me out of my musing; it painted an eerie picture. 'Contract?'

However, before I could voice my newly formed doubts, she had already closed her other hand around my cock.

"Now, first lightly… 500x vibration."

"No… you've got to be kidding!" I barely managed to choke out.

Ignoring my protest, her hands commenced their pulsating dance, sending shuddering waves of pleasure coursing through me. A few torturous moments later, in spite of all my attempts, I helplessly succumbed, releasing my pent-up climax with a guttural cry.

But to my horror, and impending exhaustion, her ministrations didn't cease. The game, it seemed, was far from over.

As the relentless vibration continued, despite being in the midst of ejaculation, it left me with no other choice but to succumb to its unyielding power.

Pleasure rushed through my body with each release, sending waves of pleasure pulsating through me.

It was a sensory overload like no other, a symphony of intense sensations that overwhelmed my senses. I gasped, unable to contain my astonishment at the overwhelming pleasure that enveloped me.

The scene before me only intensified the experience. The room was dimly lit, with candles casting a flickering glow, adding an air of mystique and sensuality to the moment.

The scent of jasmine filled the air, heightening my senses even further. Confusion washed over me as the vibration persisted, never abating.

My eyebrows furrowed as I tried to comprehend what was happening, but it was futile. The pleasure was all-consuming, filling every corner of my being.