Thread: The New Eden Project {darkest_fate&Google}

The prince made the whole affair sound rather crass. Emma still didn't see that way, was quite ready to protest, her mouth already opening and a slight noise of disagreement starting to bubble forth. The mouth even widened slightly as he continued, dropping all pretenses and formality. At the very least he hadn't mentioned actually outright fucking her, though Emma could practically hear the confidence in such a thing behind those words. In truth, some part of her, and not simply the part being yanked by alien gene splicing, found that appealing. Who didn't find themselves drawn to confidence? Still, Emma didn't intend to bend. She already shook her head, reopened those pretty pink lips... only to let out a gasp as his lips came so close to her ear. She felt the puff of his hot breath upon her, just caressing her skin. Her body, the hormones, jumped, seized control. Nipples tightened, nearly pushing out from a dress, likely tenting it to the careful viewer. Her sex grew a little more moist, liquid seeping into the panties at a regular rate. Regular sex drive indeed, and she'd be able to partner with someone quite appealing. Hadn't that always been her desire? Someone intelligent and handsome and all that, and here he was, standing confident before her, whispering in her ear. A hand seized hers, and Emma fought a moan. The moan leaked out as her delicate fingers pressed against him. She could feel his hardness, far greater than any man and by far bigger than the wands Emma had used on herself. Just beneath her fingers, trapped in fabric, surged what her estrus wanted so very, very badly. The heat seeped from her fingers, traveled up her arms. Upper lips parted, nearly gaping as the beautiful woman stared. Eyes flashed with lust, pupils darkening for a moment. The breasts rose and fell just a little more rapidly. The pulse skipped, dragged along her insides. She swore she could almost feel her very womb throbbing at the sensation. Something dribbled slightly down her leg. Emma could feel the warm liquid just barely glazing her white flesh. Her arousal had started to grow to such an extent that even her fine lingerie couldn't contain it any longer. The legs closed. Emma shifted, attempting to somehow draw it back up. The friction helped... some. But it helped in the way that scratching an itch sometimes did momentary relief followed by a much worse urge than before. Words, there were words. They drew Emma's flushed face upward, looking into the handsome alien prince who spoke. Private lounge. Relax. Only a little longer and he had left her. Emma kept dancing for a few moments, her hands smoothing her dress. It's just for the condition, she mumbled to herself, eyes flitting. A few people noticed, but it wasn't as if Emma were the only Spliced in the room. She swore she could already see a few women rubbing against visitors. At least one seemed to have a hand wrapped around a cock. An inferior cock. Because surely the royal cocks would be the best. Filled with the best seed, precisely what the Splicing craved. Just think about what it would be like. How it would satiate the urge, restore normality for so long. And a bottle! Emma could simply bottle it up. and she could spin this just a handjob. People needed to be more open about their sexuality anyway. It's not as if I'm going to sleep with him,' she mumbled to herself, reaching a hand up to brush back more hair. A passing server glanced at Emma, and she reached to take another flute of champagne. This she drained almost immediately, before finding a visitor servant. Could you please escort me to the prince's private lounge? she asked, before handing him the empty flute. The servant smiled, nodded, bowed, and gestured. And thus Emma Watson found herself led into this... private lounge. The servant moved slightly ahead, signaling to his liege and stating that Miss Watson was present to take him up on his kind invitation. At least Emma could spend a few moments trying to gather up some more strength, examine the room, examine the prince, try to gauge what she'd be dealing with...