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The cool gush of hydraulic pressed air wisped down your neck, leaving goose flesh in its wake. You shuddered briefly, as your skin adjusted to the much colder climate of the room. At the center of the frigid room, a levitating pod outlooking the vastness of space held your superior. The pod faced forward, your superior leaving his back turned away from you. Despite not acknowledging you in the slightest, you still understood he demanded a sense of respect even without showing you any. Bowing into a deep curtsy, you spoke softly, breaking the silence.
“Greetings, Lord Cooler. Any status updates on the file I sent for review? I wasn’t sure if I did it to your liking, and wanted you to review you before sending it out-”
“No need. In your short time here, you’ve proven yourself to be a more than adequate secretary. Send it out, no review required. Though, I do appreciate the forethought.” The arcosian gave you no mind while speaking, simply remaining in his levitating pod as his lengthy clawed digits swiped through a holographic tablet. Despite his disinterested demeanor, you were flattered by his halfhearted compliment.
“Y-yes sir, I’ll send it right away! And… Thank you for the compliment! Sir!” You sputtered out nervously with a weak, plastic smile. This made the violet lizard’s brow ridge raise slightly, and the corner of his inky lips nearly creaked into the ghost of a smile, not that you took notice. Bowing once more, you sat at your small alien metallic desk, and began filing more paperwork for your new “boss” of sorts. That’s if bosses sell your planet, and eradicate your kind, while enslaving you, that is. Though it had already been half a year since the subsequent end of modern civilization and truth be told, humanity as a whole, you still caught yourself pondering many “why’s and if’s”.
Why… Why did I survive? You asked yourself this question everyday, every hour, whenever your mind was free to wonder.
The day of your capture was truthfully like any other. You were on the way home from a long day's work, stuck in mild congested traffic. It was a sweltering summer day, thus you were keen on getting into your well conditioned house for shelter. As you adjusted your feet uncomfortably from being stuck in the same position, you heard the distant sound of commotion. Pulling down your window to get a better view of what was happening, you just barely missed being decapitated by a blazing laser blast. Your ears ringing from the near miss, it seemed as just then all hell broke loose. Your body seemed to go on autopilot, you ran from your car and just kept running. The sounds of screaming and begging being the only thing that made you run faster.
Robust muscular monstrous men in strange uniforms flew by you, executing civilians at random. In time, you reached a densely vegetated spot just off the highway, and dove in. You hid in the underbrush for what felt like hours, hardly remembering when you even got there in your shock. Eventually, the moon greeted you as your only companion, and the song of night was sung by crickets. The sounds of commotion disappeared, and was replaced by a foreign language spoken by the monsters. You heard a beep, and their voices grew loud. Being grabbed from behind by them, you were caught, and prepared for death, when instead they halled you onto their ship. After that, the rest was history.
You somehow survived, but realized it was sheer dumb luck, as they kept only a handful of humans alive to do menial work. You however, managed to get a high position compared to most, which you also attributed to luck. You hated how much you replayed that same day on loop.
If…If I didn’t run, what would have happened? What if I hid in a different spot? Maybe I would’ve never been taken in… If they never invaded, how would my life turned out?
A futile thought, you reflected. If you didn’t run, you’d most likely had joined man kind in their subsequent end. Sighing softly to yourself, your face only portrayed a drop in the endless sea of sense of despair you felt quite regularly. No point in ruminating on what could have been…
“Is something on your mind, girl?” The smooth as wine voice of Cooler broke you from your train of thought. You hadn’t even realized that he creeped right beside you. He was out of his pod, his vast height difference to your own making his presence all the more intimidating. That same nervous smile crept onto your face.
“N-Nothing my Lord! Just, um, very focused is all! Sir! I mean, my Lord!” You gulped, hoping Cooler would see through your plastic smile. He seemed… unimpressed with your obvious fib. Still, you held absolute, hoping if you faked sincerity, he would relent. That however, did not occur.
“Now, you know very well I despise dishonesty most of all, girl. Right next to repeating myself. Now, what troubles you so? I cannot have my best secretary doing poor work due to being unfocused.” You shifted uncomfortably in your chair upon being called out so vagrantly. Wait… did Lord Cooler just refer to you as his best secretary? Once more, your superior’s praise brung a flattered flush to your cheeks. Darting your eyes between the floor and Cooler, you struggled to find the right words to respond.
Little did you know, that nervous, vulnerable look enticed Cooler incredibly so. The way your eyes struggled to keep his gaze, your soft, genuine smile when praised, and the way heat would radiate from your face when embarrassed. You were different from the rugged men under his employment. He of course had some women in the Cooler force, but you differed from even them. You were soft, you seeked praise, and did your job well. Cooler could not lie that he also found you appealing physically. Something about your gentle, timid nature just enticed Cooler in ways you would have never known.
You noticed a strange look in the arcosian’s scarlet orbs. They seemed to almost grow soft as he beckoned you silently for your long awaited response. “Um… Well, I just have had an awful lot on my mind, Sir… I-I’m not sure if I can talk about it yet…”
Your lip quivered upon reflecting on your capture and subsequent life now. You understood now that to Cooler, this was business, that all of his men had went through exactly what you did, that you should be able to get over this since your coworkers could. You looked away from the violet arcosian, your eyes glossy with tears threatening to spill. Cooler, with one slick movement, brushed his thick icy fingers to prop up your chin to face him.
“If I am able to resolve this issue, please, inform me. Though, I believe I have an inkling of what plagues your thoughts…” Sniffling loudly, you bit your lip, hoping to prevent them from quivering further. You were surprised Lord Cooler even addressed what happened just half a year ago. Despite this, you remained silent. Mostly out of mild terror, as the icejin had never touched you before.
“I see. Your silence speaks volumes, girl. If it helps, your kind is not entirely gone. Infact, in just a few days, all the world 's governments conceded. Your planet is simply now a hub for resources, in turn, we trade said resources for technology and medicine.” He let go of your chin upon seeing a hopeful twinkle in your eyes. He smiled softly upon seeing this, but turned away so you would not see his display of softness.
“So… humanity is still alive! I hope there weren’t many casualties…”
A callous snicker shot down your hopefulness. “Well, I wouldn’t say that. But to put it in perspective, the casualties in just those few days were equal to around just 50% of your total population. If I recall correctly, that is just over 3 billion deceased. However, your kind seems fruitful, so they’ll recover nicely.”
Over 3 billion… your head could not wrap around the death of so many in just a few days. Surely the Cooler force could have truly eradicated mankind in just a week if not less… was he being merciful? Before you could dwell on this new revelation, a certain lizard interrupted you.
“Your kind is better off now than ever before. No more wars and inequality, better access to food, medicine, and technology. Yes, they won’t struggle any longer. Now, if that’s what was troubling you, can you continue doing what you are so good at, girl?”
Nodding quickly, you returned to your work, feeling more optimistic than you had in months.
Cooler noticed the positive shift in your demeanor almost instantly, the sides of his full jet dark lips turning up ever so lightly. He decided then and there he would see just how much he could pull those little reactions out of you.
In time, my little secretary.
No matter how many times you got ready for the day, you hated putting on your uniform just as if it was your first time wearing it. The garments provided by Lord Cooler were violet tights, not dissimilar to his skin color, and an armored breastplate. The design reminded you of some of the Frieza Force member’s attire, not that’d you dare let that slip past your lips. You wore the model that cropped at your upper thighs, and a breast plate that sat lower, showing ample cleavage despite your breasts being covered by tights. The tights fit more so like a second skin, defining every curve and bump to your silhouette perfectly. Your uniform left nothing to the imagination, and you hated that.
At least I don’t have to wear the thong models some of the new guys are wearing.
You snickered a bit to yourself at the thought, before putting your hair up and putting on your scouter. With a sigh, you hit the button to exit your room, hearing the beep and hydraulic sealed air whoosh past your ears. Your white heeled boots clacked loudly as you made your way to Lord Cooler’s throne room, ready to begin a full day's work. You never understood why he made you work in the throne room, but figured it must be because of the job you do.
As Lord Cooler’s secretary, you are tasked with filing reports on potential planets to conquer, what resources said planet has to offer, and to aid in bidding planets that are to be sold to other officials. As far as you know, you are the only person holding this title in the Cooler force.
Your walk to the throne room was long, and you would constantly be ogled by the many men as you made your way to work. Typically you ignored them, but today however, you were being practically hounded. Flocks of men wanted your undying attention, it was far more intense today for some reason.
You ended up sprinting to Lord Cooler’s room just to escape the onslaught of men. The cool air was welcoming to your now sweaty, hot skin. Cooler noticed how out of breath you were, his brow ridge turned up in question.
“Is everything alright, girl?” Nodding as you fully caught your breath, you walked closer to his pod and gave a deep curtsy.
“Just fine my Lord. The walk from my chambers to here is…awfully long” A half-truth…you rubbed the back of your neck nervously, hoping he wouldn’t pry further. Your silent prayer was answered, as Cooler returned his glare to his holographic monitor. Plopping down at your desk, you immediately began opening files and scanning through them, a routine you’d grown accustomed to in time. You’d almost grown fond of this routine, back on Earth, life was unpredictable and chaotic.
There, you had so many responsibilities, so many human made catastrophes… You had work, and school, and everything else draining you, but here, there was none of that. On the ship, there was a constant routine, with a constant consequence if you did your job poorly. It was black and white, at least, that’s how you viewed it. In time, you nearly grew a sense of gratitude for being forced on the ship. Mundane life was no more, everyday you saw new treasures, discovered new planets, saw things other humans could only dream of. And… you loved that.
Now, you also did have the constant looming fear of death by Lord Cooler to worry about, but even that feeling faded. The icejin… appeared to have an affinity towards you. You weren’t sure initially, but one memory in particular made you question just how your superior viewed you.
One day as you were walking towards his pod to show him a new planet you discovered, you clumsily tripped. Instead of hitting the hard ground, you were met with soft cold muscle, and gentle yet strong arms wrapped around you. Those strong arms you’d seen slaughter the burliest of men, held you like a porcelain doll. Looking up to your savior, he did not smile, but you swore those scarlet orbs softened only briefly when they met yours. He held you close, almost too close, for too long his frigid skin pressed to the warmth of your form. His gaze was deep, like he wanted to drink up the image of you flush to his own body. Just as soon as it happened, he released you, his features remaining unchanging, staying cold and distant as he gently put you back on your two feet. “You shouldn’t be so careless, y/n. I’d truly hate to replace you so soon.” With that, he walked past you as if nothing occurred. To say you were shocked would be considered a deep understatement. All you could muster was gibberish and a blush that went from the tops of your ears to the tip of your nose. Taking in a deep breath, you practically whispered your gratitudes before ushering back to work.
“T-thank you, my Lord…”
Little did you know Cooler absolutely relished in the softness of your body against the tautness of his own. The way your delicate little curves were filled in perfectly by his embrace. Of course he could’ve let you hit the ground, it amused him when his other minions did so. But you, no, you were too fragile. He couldn’t for the life of him grasp why your weak nature enticed him but gave up trying long ago. His species were normally extremely solitary, not even reproducing often if at all for that reason. Having a mate or even desiring to do so was unheard of. Oh well, he was already considered an outcast by his fellow icejin clan, so he might as well do as he pleases. And you were exactly what he desired, body and soul. For now he would wait, wait until you finally conquered most of your fears of him.
Almost on cue of remembering that strange day, both you and Cooler met eyes. If you hadn’t known of arcosian’s many abilities, right then you would have swore he read your mind. Darting your eyes away, A blotchy crimson dusted your cheeks as you tried to remain composed and continue working. Despite this, you still felt those sharp ruby eyes trained onto you.
Gods this is awkward…
Realizing he was simply going to keep staring at you regardless if you ignored his gaze or not, you relented.
“Forgive me for asking,but um, is anything on your mind, my Lord?” A silky chuckle escaped his lips. “Why, yes. You’re awfully perceptive today, aren’t you? Well, do you recall how you acted when you first arrived on my ship?”
You furrowed your brows in confusion. What kind of question was that? Of course you recall that day, who wouldn’t? You were petrified, and felt so powerless. You were especially terrified of Lord Cooler.
“Of course I remember Lord Cooler.” The corner of those dark stained lips turned upwards once more. “As do I. You were shaking like a newborn, so small and pitiful. I remember distinctly thinking you wouldn’t last even a singular day on my ship, yet here you are.”
He chuckled once more, reaching for a wine bottle and glass he kept within his pod. Leaving his pod, he motioned for you to sit beside him on the seat rest outlooking the galaxy. This left you even more perplexed at his sudden change of attitude, but you didn’t decline, leaving your work station and plopping next to the violet lizard to stargaze with him.
Carefully pouring a glass for you, and a larger one for him, he began sipping as he continued. “I just wonder, y/n. When was it that your fear of me waned? Now, I’m more than aware that you’re still jumpy and nervous, but that’s not out of fear. I believe you naturally have a rather mousy personality, not that I don’t find it endearing.”
A hot flush of blood rushed to your cheeks, and you opted on keeping your eyes focused on the millions upon trillions of specks of light amongst the void of inky obsidian. Was… Lord Cooler… flirting with you? And… why did that make you blush so deeply? Maybe… you enjoyed the idea of it, of Lord Cooler flirting with you. The thought would normally make you burst into a fit of laughter just from the sheer comedy of it but… Deciding you definitely weren’t going to think of that right now, you sipped your wine a tad too quickly, eliciting a silky chuckle from the arcosian.
“My, so easy to fluster. Well, are you going to answer my question now that you’ve got some liquid courage?”
“Honestly my Lord, I’m not sure what you mean…” He clicked his tongue together and rolled his eyes. “Come now, girl. Don’t act coy. You went from a shaking puddle to a blustering school girl around me in just a few months of your stay. That bashfulness has only increased ten fold in the past few years. And something tells me I’m not the only one who has noticed.”
You bit your lip, your blush deepening. You had been trying to ignore that aspect of how you viewed Cooler. Never wanting to keep your eyes on his form too long, always feeling hazy with gratitude when he praised you, his commanding regal presence he gave off. You lapped it up, every aspect of him. You just tried your best to lie to yourself, tell yourself all sorts of stories to cope with your very obvious attraction to your superior. You kept quiet, afraid of answering yourself, let alone Lord Cooler. Still, those ice cold rouge eyes beckoned you to speak. Pitifully, you squeaked out a question of your own, “L-Lord Cooler… Why are you saying this?”
A snarky snicker passed those full lips once more. “I see. Perhaps I was mistaken. Tell you what, girl. When you are fully prepared, call for me and give me your answer. Then and only then, will I answer your question. Take as much time as you like, and until then, this conversation never happened.” With that, Cooler got up, taking his wine with him. He reached for your glass, both of your fingers brushing one another as he did so. It sent silent jolts through you, yet he simply sauntered off to his pod and went back to gazing aimlessly at his monitor. You gulped before hurriedly doing the same.
Gods why have you forsaken me.
The thin silk sheets rustled, as you scrunched and twisted in bed. The day once again, ended in you thinking frustratingly on your superior. Replaying all of your interactions, hyper-analyzing every subtle meaning in body language around you, hoping he would give away an inkling of change from that day. It’d been months, and yet, he never changed. It was as if that day truly never happened for him. Why, why do I want him to act like that day was as profound for him as it was for me? Grabbing your pillow, you shoved it onto your face in pure frustration and scowled deeply. You hated that the most, how terribly you wanted Lord Cooler to feel as changed as you do now. You wanted him to feel these same confusing and frustrating storms of emotions, you wanted him to toss and turn in bed, thinking about that day and its meaning just like you have for months. But when morning comes, you know he will appear unchanged.
From the day of the incident, the violet lizard kept his word. He acted just as cold and distant as previously, a huge juxtaposition of the man who prodded you so intensely for questions under the starlight. You would still catch those ruby orbs softening as he praised you, or his hand lingering upon yours longer than need be when transferring paperwork, but nothing like that day. He seemed more open, less quiet about his thoughts. It perplexed you… One thing you knew about Cooler was that he was a man of few words, and often kept his thoughts to himself. But that day, he was so expressive, so full of gentle smiles… For months, that day replayed in your mind. Despite his demeanor never changing, yours had tenfold.
You realized you caught yourself admiring your superior more and more. The way he would lightly purse his plump stained lips when focused, the way his thick splendly clawed digits felt against your smaller ones, how he composed himself with the dignity of royalty during meetings, his vast height compared to your own, the way his taut muscles stretched against his smooth skin when he moved… Your once wholesome admiration for your boss had become more of a storm of lustful, romantic desires. You wanted him, badly so. And yet, you were still afraid. Not of your own feelings, but afraid of what it meant to confess to the arcosian. What would he do? Would he kill you? Reject you? Be insulted by your insolence? Perhaps you were mistaken, and maybe he wasn’t being flirtatious.
One thing you learned during your stay on the ship was that pondering on if’s and what’s, were pointless. Here, you reminded yourself, things are simpler, you wanted it to be simpler. And to do that, you needed to suck it up and confess your feelings to Lord Cooler, no matter the consequences. No more thinking if he feels the same, or what he may or may not do. Today, you would jump head first into your new future, no matter its outcome. With that thought, you no longer felt conflicted about your feelings, and would take control of your destiny. With an abrupt surge of new found confidence, you grabbed your scouter, and sent a message to Lord Cooler.
“Dear Lord Cooler,
When you have free time, I’m ready to answer your question.”
Upon hitting send, your rise of confidence billowed over, leaving you with crippling nerves in its wake. In your haste, you had forgotten that it was late. Lord Cooler must be sleeping, or at least now woken up by your cryptic message.
Your hopes of at least not being killed for your insolence were dashed. Who would want to be woken up mid sleep by an event that happened months ago? Before fear could creep into your veins, an exacerbated sigh crept past your lips. You did promise to act on your feelings, no matter the consequence. With that thought, you covered up in your sheets, resigning to whatever fate the gods would bestow upon you. Just as you could feel your muscles melt into your mattress in preparation for sleep, a loud knock echoed through your chambers. Your eyebrows instinctively twitched in annoyance.
This better not be another soldier trying to make another pass at me…
Grumbling, you rustled out of your sheets and cracked the door slightly before opening it wide in surprise and giving a deep curtsy upon seeing the visitor.
“C-Capitan Salza! Forgive my state of dressings, I was about to rest. How may I help you?”
Salza ignored your flusteredness, rolling his eyes before looking down at you seriously. “Lord Cooler requests your presence in hiz throne room, immediately.”
An audible gulp was heard from you as a fat droplet of sweat formed at your temple. Now?! You were hardly presentable! You expected a message back, not to be summoned abruptly! Stammering out a quick question to your superior, you asked nervously, “C-can I at least change my attire? I’m hardly dressed to appear in front of Lord Cooler-”
Cutting you off, the Brench-seijin scowled angrily before yelling abruptly, “Zid I ask?! Immediately!” Just as quickly as he appeared, he was gone, not without hearing a stream of curses in his wake.
Slumping in defeat, you felt utterly defeated at your current predicament. Looking down at your state of dress once more, you could only pray the hallways wouldn’t be full since it was lights out. If the men gawked and leered at you in full uniform, they would have a field day at your sleep clothes. A silky, lace trimmed nightgown cut off at your upper thighs, with a deep dip at your cleavage. At least you had a thin robe to cover some of your exposed skin…
Popping your head out of your door, a quick cursory 180 was all you allowed yourself before practically running to Lord Cooler’s throne room. You never even looked back to check and see if any guards were rounding the corner, you just sprinted as fast as possible to the doors of the throne room. Out of breath, you finally saw the slate gray metallic doors and smiled with gratitude. The keypad never looked more inviting, as you haphazardly typed in the code to enter. The doors seemed to take forever to pry open, but once you heard the familiar beep and following whoosh of frigid hydraulic air, you nearly cried with relief.
Before stepping in, you steeled yourself and allowed one final nervous sigh to flow past your lips. No turning back now. Walking into the room you knew so well, you took note of the change of atmosphere. The usual fluorescent bright lights were dimmed to a sultry warm glow, nearly reminiscent of candle light. The air felt thick, and each step of your house shoes echoed pathetic slaps across the tile floors.
Still, you walked up to the metallic levitating pod, a certain arcosian still facing away from you. A sight you knew so well, and yet your heart was racing a mile a minute. Despite this, you gave a deep curtsy, just as if it were any other day. “Good Evening, Lord Cooler. Salza said you desired my presence immediately, so forgive my…um…informal dressings…” A deep blush rushed to your cheeks and habitually, you averted your eyes from the icejin.
“Well, that’s not entirely true, now is it, my dear girl. You called me first, I merely set up a meeting place.” He stepped out of his pod, eyeing you up and down, drinking up your state of undress, with a nearly unnoticeable sly smirk.
He reached into his pod, gathering wine and glasses with the same smoothness from all those months ago. Smirking, he continued, “But, enough with the semantics. You’ve come to answer my question, isn’t that right?”
With one fluid motion, he was in front of you, holding your hand ever so delicately. His palms were only slightly calloused in some places, while remaining effortlessly supple in others. His thick splendly digits were so regal and refined, nearly feminine if not for their thickness and length. The coolness of his hand on yours beckoned you to follow him as he guided you to that same seat rest outlooking the sprinkles of light dusting the pure endless void of obsidian that was space.
Speaking smoothly, he poured a glass of wine for the two of you. “Now, in case you’ve forgotten, my question was: When was it that your fear of me waned?” He finished pouring your glass, handing it to you with a deep mocking smirk. He appeared to enjoy watching you squirm in discomfort of his commanding presence. Not wanting to give way to your nerves completely, you shakily took the glass and focused your gaze out the dome shaped window outlooking the cosmos.
“I think a better question would be, when did my fear turn into admiration, My Lord.” You spoke softly, just shy of a whisper. Even in the dimmed lights Cooler could see that blush he adored so much dusting your cheeks. His plump stained lips turned up, and he scoffed lightly to himself before chuckling.
“Yes, I suppose you’re right, dear girl.”
He sipped his wine, all the while you watched as those full lips wrapped around the polished edges of the glass so elegantly. Catching yourself, you fixed your gaze to your own glass, feeling bashful.
“Well, My Lord, I couldn’t tell you when either. But I can remember when I began to see you in a different light. Do you remember when you caught me when I fell?”
Meeting those scarlet orbs as you finished that statement was a mistake. They widened ever so subtly, before softening at the memory, as a genuine smile pulled at his chiseled features. The sight made your heart flutter in the depths of your chest.
“Of course, my dear girl. You mean to tell me a bit of chivalry put me into your heart? How cute. Why, I’m honored.” He mockingly gave you a curtsy, causing you to roll your eyes and chuckle at his jest. Still sipping the rich wine, you could feel yourself loosening up only a bit, which you were grateful for. The arcosian chuckled himself, soaking up your jovial presence. As both of your laughs faded, you straightened up and cleared your throat.
“To be honest, it took until tonight for me to fully lose my fear. Not of you, I know now that must’ve disappeared long ago. But, I think I was afraid of what it meant to accept my feelings towards you, My Lord…”
Looking up past your lashes, you noted Lord Cooler wore a pure shit-eating grin. You pouted, not quite expecting a mocking grin from the arcosian upon admission of your feelings. Chuckling, he sipped his rich wine before taking your glass from your hands and resting it beside him. Before you could protest since you weren’t even nearly finished, you felt supple lips capture your own.
He kissed you gently, his lips caressing yours with each delicate movement. Those beautifully manicured hands you admired so often cupped your face, dwarfing it in size, as he soon released you from the kiss. You were left a dazed, disoriented, mess. Upon batting your eyelids open, the violet icejin had that same mocking grin adorning his handsome face.
“Lord Cooler, why are you saying this?” He spoke in a sing-song voice, crossing his arms and relaxing against the dome glass, he looked down at you with a smirk. “You answered my question, and I’ve answered yours. I suppose your tenderness has grown on me, my dear girl. That, and I do enjoy your presence much more than I should.”
As the dots connected, a feverous blush washed over you from ear to ear. Though he didn’t outright say it, Cooler had admitted he held those same feelings you had for him. Your head had to have been steaming, as your expression rose an uncharastically hearty bout of laughter from the purple lizard. He wiped an imaginary tear from his eye as his jest subsided. “My, you are adorable. You never cease to get a rise out of me, girl. In… more ways than one…”
You noticed now his scarlet orbs seemed focused, tracing the outline of your body under the starlight. Despite still being a flustered mess, you scooted closer to the arcosian, a brow ridge raising at this action. It felt like your body was moving on its own. All you knew was that Cooler had accepted your feelings, and you wanted to be closer to him, to close the gap that separated both of you in both mind and body. A quiet chuckle escaped his inky lips as he wrapped his thick tail around you, in one swift motion pulling you flush to his chest. You yelped in surprise, not exactly expecting to be full on embracing your superior. Your face was pressed firmly between two mounds of muscle, and Cooler relished as you squirmed in delightful bashfulness.
“M-My Lord!” A clawed digit pressed against your plush lips, silencing you briefly. “It’s Cooler. In private, call me Cooler.”
Nodding starry eyed, you repeated his name to him without the title. Upon hearing it, Cooler visibly tensed, a strained grunt escaping his lips. No matter the difference in your species, that was clearly an obvious sign of arousal. This spurred you further, allowing the sleeves of your robe to fall to your elbows to expose more of your skin.
You held him closer, pressing your breasts against his taut muscles. Looking up at him, you cooed his name, forgoing the title once more. “Cooler, are you okay?” Again, he grunted audibly, his brow ridges knitted together in increasing frustration. The grip of his tail tightened, and he leaned in close to you, his breath ragged.
“Vulgar little minx. Are you attempting to seduce me? My, didn’t think my pure little secretary would even be capable of such a feat. Well, I admit, you're terribly good at seduction, my dear girl.” He smirked despite his uneven breaths and in one fluid motion, picked you up and plopped you on his thick muscular thighs.
His hands fondled your exposed plush thighs, reveling in their feminine softness. His plump lips ghosted your neck, each breath damp and as cold as the early morning breeze. A crass lick unfitting of the regal Lord trailed up your neck, beckoning a needy mewl from you. “Did you wear this garment just to entice me too? Showing all this delicious supple skin knowing it’d make me desire to take you? Gods, you are truly a filthy little thing, y/n”
His mouth moved to your ear, giving it a playful nip, his hands trailing up to your breasts. His large hands left hardly any spillage, as he experimentally pawed your chest. A breathy moan passed your lips, each prod causing your knees to quake in want. “N-no. I just, ah- happened to be wearing this to bed, ngh- h-honest!” A clawed finger twirled around your now hardening nipple, before clamping down, twisting the nub as your body jerked in pleasure. “If you truly wear this to sleep, I’ll have no choice but to have you in my sheets every night…”
Pulling down your nightgown, he wrapped those plump stained lips around your nipple, suckling them with reckless abandon all the while keeping eye contact with you. His long tongue twirled around the bud as he sucked, being sure to give a similar treat to your other breast. After being satisfied with tasting your bosom, and the deep red marks left behind, he gave both tender kisses before trailing pecks to your lips. His soft kiss from before was replaced with a deep passionate one. His tongue assaulted your mouth, memorizing every part of your mouth. His mouth tasted just as rich and sweet as the wine you had earlier, beckoning you to kiss him harder.
You both parted the kiss with a loud pop, both of you gasping for much needed air. Cooler used a free hand to brush your hair out of your face, an act so gentle it tugged at your heart. “You should wear your hair down more often. It suits you.” You bit your lip and giggled, humming into his chest, a silent promise of doing just that.
Scooting further into his lap to cuddle, you felt something very hard and very girthy poking against your thigh. The tender moment now morphing into one of wanton once more. Looking down, a purple member with a deep red tip was throbbing with want against your soft thighs.
A cocky chuckle rumbled from his chest, as he rolled his eyes dramatically. “Now she notices…” Cooler said mockingly before laying you down gently. Towering over you, his thick cock bobbed in excitement, a pearly stream of pre already leaking from the tip. His cock was far bigger than anything you’d ever taken before, and internally, you questioned if this would even work. Before the arcosian could close the gap between both of your sexes, you acted quickly. Pressing your little hands against his pecs, he paused before peppering you with feathery kisses on your cheeks.
“If you wish to discontinue, tell me. I will not be offended, my starlight.” Flushing at the new pet name, you pulled him into a passionate kiss. “No, please, d-don’t stop. I want this so badly… You’re just… very big… Please, get me ready first.” A sly chortle rumbled from his chest as he brought a single finger to your lower lips. He swiped your slit ever so gently before kissing your inner thighs. “As you wish, my starlight.”
A cool finger entered you with ease, as you were more than soaked from before. You hissed in pleasure, his thick digit working into you gently. As he fingered you, he would pepper you with kisses and promises of delivering pleasures beyond your human comprehension. He expertly curved his finger, the pad of it brushing the spongy tissue of your g-spot, beckoning feminine moans from you with each bump past it. Adding another finger, you nearly saw stars. With the addition of his other finger, your walls began to spasm and clench around the two digits in delight. You were close, and he could tell. Your body was twisting underneath his grasp, desperate for release. Just before you could come undone, he removed his now sticky fingers. He spread them, your arousal creating strings of webbed wetness between his fingers. You whined audibly, upset he stopped before your completion.
“Sorry, my starlight. Not on my fingers. No, I want you to finish on my cock.”
Sucking in your bottom lip, you spread your legs and used two fingers to spread your lips wide. Cooler’s cheeks visibly flushed at the lewd display, seeing you submit to him so readily drove him crazy. He wasted no time at all, bottoming out deep into your core, reveling in the scalding heat of your pussy. You both groaned upon his entrance. He allowed you to adjust to his size before pumping into you slowly, savoring the feel of every bump and ridge of your insides. Your soft, gooey walls made his cock feel like it would melt with each thrust into your tightness.
The normally quiet room was now filled with the lewd sounds of wet squelching, the slapping of skin against skin, and a harmony of both you and Cooler’s moans of ecstasy. You felt a cool limb wrap around your calf, realizing it was his tail. He had coiled it around your other lower leg in a vice grip ending at your ankles. Before you could wonder why, you realized he used his tail to prop your legs up higher, giving the violet arcosian perfect access to assault your pussy in a different position.
With your legs propped straight up, Cooler leaned his hips in deeper, pounding into you with reckless abandon, a far cry from those slow loving thrusts he gave you only moments ago. His trained hips bruised your backside and outer thighs with each harsh thrust, the sound of slapping skin echoing lewdly in the empty throne room. You were practically screaming at the brutal pace, Cooler never slowed down nor readjusted, each thrust was just as precise and powerful as the last. You could’ve sworn the room was shaking with each thud into your aching, needy, pussy.
“Are you okay, my starlight?”
Disoriented, you gazed above you, your eyes meeting those scarlet ones you adored so dearly. He tilted his head slightly, a quiet call for you to answer. All the while, his brutal pace never let up. The harsh irony of the juxtaposition of his eyes brimming with affection, and his hips roughly pounding into you, was not lost on either of you. Your mind was utterly scrambled, you struggled to gather up the words to reassure the icejin. Instead, you opted to pull him into a deep kiss, a silent way of saying “Don’t stop, I’m okay”. He groaned into your mouth, his hips snapping into yours at an impossibly rapid speed.
"You take me so well, my sweet star light. Such a dutiful secretary, even when taking a pounding from her superior"
White spots seemed to appear in the corner of your vision as you let out symphonies of lewd moans. Each thrust filling you to the brim, then scraping you out every time his cock pulled out, only to repeat the process once more. The coiling in your belly that had been growing at a steady pace, now seemed to unwind fast. Cooler’s body shuddered instinctively upon feeling your gummy walls clench around his girthy rod. Each spasm of your impending release constricted his cock in the most delightful way and it only made him want to rail into you harder.
Your involuntary spasms increased in number and frequency, signaling your release. Feeling the tipping point coming and coming fast, you wrapped your arms around the arcosian and so did he, both of you knowing what was coming.
“Ah! C-Cooler I’m gonna-”
“Shh, my starlight. Cum for me, cum on your Lord’s cock.”
Upon hearing his request, you did just that. Coming undone in his embrace, you let out one final drawn out moan and one last vice grip of a spasm inside, as you finally spilled over. You practically melted in Cooler’s grasp, as you tried to regain your breath. Cooler was still deep inside you, each pump still kissing your cervix beautifully. Only now were they slowing, you could tell by the incessant throbbing of his member that he too, was close to completion.
“My star light! I-I’m close! I-I shall fill you with my royal seed! Take it all for me! Take it all like the good girl you are!”
He moaned into you as a burning heat filled your core, the throbbing of his cock increasing with each hot pump of his gooey seed inside you. Only once his tumescent cock had finished filling you to the brim did his rod unceremoniously flop out of you, a trail of his scalding essence dribbling out of your womanhood being left in its wake.
Cooler put his forehead to yours, giving you eskimo kisses as he caught his breath. His tail released your legs, wrapping around your midsection in what felt like a very intricate hug. He pulled you in close to him, burying your face into his chest. He rubbed your back, kissing your scalp as he cooed his admirations into your ear. You smiled into his chest, glad you confessed tonight.
Eventually he got up, stretching casually as he did so. The regal arcosian seemed less tense around you, acting more at ease, like he knew he didn’t have to keep up his royal appearances around you anymore. He yawned and rubbed his eyes, something you found oddly cute as he then looked back at you with a smirk.
“Well my starlight, you should get some rest. I can escort you to your chambers if you’d like.”
Thinking of the looks you may get of being in a state of undress, reeking of sex, and a certain Lord escorting you to your room, you opted on not being walked back to your chambers.
“Um, no need, My Lord- Uh, Cooler. Um, thank you for tonight.” He only chuckled and shook his head knowingly. “Still as cute as ever. Sleep well, my starlight.” You quickly leaned in on your tiptoes before giving him a peck on his cheek. He gave you a soft smile as you exited his throne room. You made a mad dash to your chambers, grateful the hallways were still empty. Upon reaching your room, you plopped on your bed completely drained both physically and mentally. In seconds, you were sound asleep, dreaming sweet dreams of your new lover.
Stirring awake, you stretched and smacked your mouth, scrunching your nose at the taste of sleep. As you got up to get ready for the day, your side dresser had a bottle of wine, an intricate gold necklace, and an envelope stamped with Lord Cooler’s seal. You flushed as the waves of memories from last night’s rut imprinted into your mind. Opening the envelope carefully, you slid out the handwritten note.
“Good morning starlight,
I’m hoping you slept well, I know I did. I’d like to thank you for meeting with me last night. It was quite a pleasant surprise to receive your message so late. If you’d care to have more one on one meetings, I’d be more than happy to oblige. I hope to hear a reply from you soon, though you know I’m awfully patient when it comes to you. Until then, I’ll be awaiting your reply.
Yours and yours alone,
-Cooler”
A warm smile pulled at your lips as you tucked the note into the safety of your drawer. You knew what that note meant, and so did Cooler. No words needed to be spoken, your grin telling you all you needed to know. One thing you did know was that you planned on having plenty more late night meetings with Lord Cooler.