Page 63 of Game on Askole

His tongue flicked my nose.“One look at Chimer’s trophy room, and I knew I would win.”

“A pitiful menagerie of monsters?”

“He didn’t have a Gourman in his collection.”Tihar’s tentacles nipped at my breasts, sending tiny explosions of pleasure through me. He loosened his grip until I could feel his enormous erection poking my pussy.“Ready to be educated in the art of a thousand delights?”

A wicked smile curled my mouth. Sam had taught me a way to bring a man to knees without ever physically touching him. I cradled Tihar’s face between my palms.“Using just my mind, I’m going to show you Earth’s version of a thousand delights. I’m going to give you the blowjob of the century.”

“Blowjob?”

I quickly scanned for kids. Yay! They were sleeping in a trophy stand.“You’ve never heard of a blowjob?”Color me amazed.

“No.”

“You’re in for a treat.”I wrapped a mental hand around his penis and squeezed.

Tihar’s eyes widened in surprise, and his tentacles stood out from his head.

Using my psychic talents, I stroked his long, hard length faster and faster while simultaneously licking his testicles like they were my favorite chocolate ice cream. Following Sam’s directions, I worked him into a frenzy by simply swirling the tip of my psychic tongue around his scrotum.

Tihar threw his head back and howled.

For the pièce de résistance, I simulated ramming the tip of his dick into the roof of my mouth and gently manhandled his balls.

Shazam!Tihar’s body bowed and shook violently as I launched him into an orgasmic tsunami. His tentacles turned bright red, wiggled frantically, and shot straight out from his head.

Were his eyes crossed? Kind of looked like it. God, had I maimed him?

For the longest time, Tihar stared blankly as tremors continued to shake his body. His tentacles went limp.

Had I put him into sensory overload? Or a sex coma? I patted his face.“Hello? Anyone home? Gonna add blowjobs to your thousand delights?”

“Yes.”His voice was a harsh whisper.“Who taught you that?”

“My cousin Sam. You met her, remember?”

“Yes, Rho took her.”Tihar’s tentacles moved restlessly.

Whew! His eyes were back to normal.“Sam said she learned the technique from a holy woman in India.”

“I cannot believe a holy woman would know of such things.”

I shrugged.“You could be right. Personally, I think Sam picked up that little trick from Jed, her low-down snake of an ex-boyfriend, along with a bad case of genital herpes. He was a big-time man-whore.”

“A man-whore?”

“Yep, not only did she catch Jed in bed with another woman, he betrayed her to the Coletti. Sam blew up his prized ’68 canary-yellow Mustang. Sam’s got a nasty, vengeful streak, and so do I. If I catch you in bed with another woman, I’ll cut your pecker off.”

Tihar winced.“You are my chosen. No female can replace you.”

“Good answer.”My hair abruptly fell around my shoulders. Oh, thank God. I was afraid it might be stuck that way forever.

“Are all Jones females this fierce?”

“Babe, we’re all crazier than a pack of June bugs.”

“I will notify my father.”

My stomach lurched.“Why would you want to do that?”

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