Thinking Fast

Upon seeing the beautiful redhead enter her office, Tess had thought to commend her security staff before she fired them for letting in an unauthorized guest. Now, as she felt Maxima’s hand close around her throat, she thought she would definitely not be giving the fired security staff a reference.

“You want the Kryptonian all to yourself!” Maxima accused, green eyes toxic with anger.

“No. I…” Tess had always thought fast. She’d long known that hesitation was death. “I’m not into men.”

Maxima’s eyebrows raised. More importantly, her grip loosened. “Really?”

Perhaps a bit of an oversimplification, but true enough for Maxima. Tess pried Maxima’s hand from her throat and guided it down to her breast. “Really.”

Maxima groped Tess hard, like she was sampling the meat, before simply ripping Tess’s clothes from her chest. “Perhaps I’ll leave the Kryptonian to his beacon for now. There’s more to life than mating, after all, and if I’m going to be trying out more potential mates, I should culminate at least once.” She pressed Tess down on her own desk. “Otherwise, I might get cranky.”

“We wouldn’t want that.” Tess tried, tried very hard, to think of a way to take advantage of the opportunity as Maxima stripped. Besides the obvious. “So tell me about this Kryptonian. What’s he like?”

“Strong.” Maxima ran a hand down her newly bare side. Her body was compactly muscular, but had curves enough for Tess. It was a perfect allure of power and sensuality, and thoughts of how Lex or Ollie might appreciate her fluttered through Tess’s mind before she scolded herself. Maxima was hers. “Fast.”

“Fast? Not a very good quality in a mate.”

“Not like that,” Maxima said, briskly tearing through Tess’s lower garments. “Like this.”

Maxima disappeared. Or seemed to. Tess couldn’t really keep track with the sudden… influx in her cunt. She saw the top of Maxima’s head there, red hair undulating against gravity. It felt like cunnilingus… very skilled cunnilingus… but with none of the chill of a proper, slow tonguing. It was all warmth and heat and friction, burning down her body, leaving her ashes to scream…

“Speed,” Tess gasped, freed from Maxima’s horrible, wonderful skill. “With that much speed, you could…”

“No more talk.” Maxima pulled Tess against her unyielding breasts. “Serve your queen.”

Tess tentatively tongued Maxima’s nipple, and was disappointed when the only change was the sheen of spit she’d applied to it. Maxima pressed her harder, and Tess took as much of Maxima’s breast as she could into her mouth. She rolled the frustratingly slack nipple around with her tongue and Maxima pulled on her hair painfully. Pissed off, Tess bit down. Maxima purred.

“Good… that’s good…” Maxima began petting Tess’s hair, like a loyal pet might be petted. “Now harder.”

Tess bit with all her might, expecting to taste blood, but all she got was a hearty moan. Maxima jerked her around by the hair, into a kiss that felt like a rush of adrenaline straight into her lips.

“Don’t worry, I dialed it down just for you. For the next few hours, you’re doing to be the D’aisun Ketesh of sex.”

Tess had no idea what that meant, but she liked the sound of it. So long as it involved Maxima, naked, in arm’s reach, she liked the sound of it.

She tried to jump Maxima then and there, finish what they’d started on the floor, but Maxima smoothly flipped her up into a fireman’s carry. “Not here, mortal. This does not suit a Queen of Almerac. Where are your bed chambers?”

Tess pointed, most emphatically.

Tess had a perfect view of the sway of Maxima’s ass as she was carried to the bedroom. “We shall find the Kryptonian once the lust rage leaves you,” Maxima said. “He shall be my consort. You, perhaps, can be my concubine.” Maxima tossed Tess the twenty feet from the door to the thankfully-soft bed. “Would you like that?”

Tess sat up, taking off everything but her smile. “Let me show you how much I’d like that.”