Silently blessing Psoas and his willingness to engage Drung in conversation, she closed the door to the Trollox’s room as softly as she could and slipped back down the corridor, bent almost double to avoid detection.
Shortly after that, the two males finished their conversation and Drung came tromping down the hall, shaking the ship with his footsteps. Lan’ara held her breath as he passed by the alcove but he didn’t seem to smell her—possibly because she’d been in his room and the awful stink had rubbed off on her.
Just thinking of that made her want another shower but there was no way she was taking one now. She would take a bath and just deal with the wash blossoms. The minute the Trollox was safely in his room, she ran down the hallway on quick, light feet and locked herself into Need’s quarters.
It wasn’t until she was safely locked away with her heart still pounding that Lan’ara remembered she hadn’t put her file back where she’d found it.
Well, Drung’s room is such an awful sty, he probably won’t even notice it! she told herself. But she couldn’t stop the feeling of unease she got as she filled the tub with warm water and got in to wash the awful stink of the Trollox off her skin.
She had a bad feeling this wasn’t over yet.
Forty-Four
It seemed to take forever and a day to get things sorted out with Myakk. A tiny bit of the drug had worn off by the time Need got back to him—enough to let him recognize Need as a friend and not a demon come to take him to the Seven Hells. But it was clear the other male was still seeing horrible things as the bad yarrow root trip distorted his vision. Even his own tubb-oh apparently looked menacing and dangerous and Need had great difficulty convincing the other male to get inside Velda as she snorted and stamped nervously.
“It will carry me to the Abyss!” Myakk moaned, struggling as Need hoisted the fish half of him into the slippery interior. He was nearly dried out, with his scales cracked and shrunken for want of liquid. Unfortunately, the little bit of blue fluid still sloshing around Velda’s inside didn’t do much to help.
“It will carry you to your ship,” Need corrected him firmly. “Come on now, Myakk—remember what I told you. You’re not in any of the Seven Hells, you’re just on a bad yarrow trip. Things are going to look fucking awful but none of it is real.”
“Oh, that’s right…that’s right.” The other male had nodded and allowed Need to get him fully situated in the tubb-oh. Velda snorted and shimmied from side to side, but seemed happy enough to be carrying her master again instead of a stranger.
“Now, we’re going to go to your ship and finish the deal we started,” Need told him sternly. “At least we don’t have to worry about testing the product again—we sure as hell know it works,” he added in a mutter to himself.
“Ah, yes, so it does—it works!” Myakk moaned, catching his words. “It works too well—you can have the yarrow root, my friend. I never want to see any of it again!”
“You can’t just give it to me,” Need protested. “This is a business deal and you’re going to need credits to live off of for the next year, while you get the root out of your system.”
They had come to an agreement at last and Need left the other male locked safely in his ship, still moaning miserably. Damn, he really didn’t envy the poor bastard! A bad yarrow trip was no joke and Myakk would be dealing with it for the entire next solar year. That was going to be no fun at all, for sure and there was only one good treatment, which was damn expensive.
If he had enough credit, Myakk could go to a sleep-away clinic on Tallor Prime—a planet that specialized in dealing with addictions of all kinds. There he would be placed in a medically induced coma, deeper than sleep, which would allow him to pass the rest of the year in peace until the drug wore off.
This treatment was so costly that it often took the patient’s entire life savings to afford. Yet Need had heard that people thought it was worth it not to have to live day and night with the horrible, hellish visions the bad trip caused.
Ultimately, the decision would be up to Myakk, but Need had at least insisted on paying him a fair price for the rest of the powdered root. Hopefully the other male would have enough to afford the sleep-away treatment if he couldn’t go on and decided he needed it.
He let himself into his quarters with a weary sigh, glad to be done with the dirty dealings. He never liked it when Captain Glo’ll decided to take on a shipment of illegal recreational substances. He had no use for drugs himself, preferring to live a natural life other than the occasional shot of fireflower juice.
There was one thing he was happy about—he had stopped back by the silk seller’s stall and had picked out a new dress for Lan’ara. It was made of gold and green silk and he was certain it would bring out the gold flecks in her eyes and make her creamy brown skin look even more beautiful. He wanted it to be a surprise, however, so he hid it behind his back as he entered his rooms.
A quick glance around the main living area showed that Lan’ara wasn’t there, however. He had just finished hiding the new dress in the clothing storage area when he heard a splashing sound and a soft moaning coming from the fresher.
Need walked swiftly across the room and tapped on the door.
“Lan’ara?” he called. “Are you well, girl?”
“My Lord?” she called back. “Will you come in to me?”
Need let himself in and sucked in a breath at the erotic sight that greeted his eyes. Lan’ara was lying in the tub, half filled with water, with her legs spread and the wash blossoms sucking at her nipples and pussy.
“My Lord,” she whispered rather breathlessly. “I’m so very glad you’re home. I…I need you.”
Need’s heart started to pound and his shaft stiffened in his trousers as he knelt beside the tub.
“What do you need, girl?” he asked softly.
Lan’ara made a pretty little pout with her lush mouth.
“My Lord,” she said softly. “Will you not call me ‘sweetheart’ as you did after you rescued me? Or maybe just my name?”
Need hesitated for a moment. He’d been trying like hell to keep from personalizing their relationship—trying to keep his heart out of the bargain they seemed to have struck, which involved him touching and tasting her and doing just about everything but bonding her to him. Should he let himself call her by her name? Should he let her take his heart in his hands, even knowing that it might be broken?
Then she held out her arms to him and he felt something break loose inside him.
“Lan’ara,” he heard himself say hoarsely as he pulled her to him.
She was still damp from the water, but Need didn’t give a damn. He untangled her from the blossoms—which had apparently had their fill of her sweet nectar and honey—and carried her to the sleeping chamber.
He laid her on the bed and buried his face between her legs, lapping hungrily. Lan’ara cried out softly and spread herself open for him—as trusting and eager for the pleasure he was giving her as Need was to give it.
“My Lord!” she moaned, bucking under him. And sometimes, “Need! Oh Gods and Goddesses, Need!”
The sound of his name on her lips and the sweet taste of her honey made his shaft even harder, until Need felt like he would die if he didn’t bond her to him.
Can’t do that, though, a cold, practical voice whispered in his head. It’s going too far—breaking the rules. If you bond her to you, you’ll never be able to part. If something happens to her, you’ll be shattered inside, just as you were with Cleah.
But somehow the logical little voice couldn’t make him stop, though it made several excellent points. He would try to pull back and then Lan’ara would moan his name again and tug at his hair, begging him to lap her soft, sweet, open pussy some more. Then Need would lose all self control and redouble his efforts, licking and sucking the swollen little bud of her clit until she came for him again, came all over his face…
At last there came a point when she was no longer pulling him between
her legs but instead twitching her hips and shying away. Need knew from experience this meant that her little pussy had become overly sensitive from coming so much. She would need a little time to recover before he could taste her again.
He started to get up and go change his clothes—he was still wearing the dusty trousers and boots he’d had on in the marketplace—but Lan’ara called for him and held out her arms.
“Need,” she murmured. “Won’t you come hold me, my Lord? Today was so frightening—so awful. I need your arms around me now.”
Need couldn’t resist her soft plea. Shucking off his clothing, he joined her naked in the bed and drew her against him.
Lan’ara sighed contentedly and lay her head on his chest in a trusting way that made his heart squeeze with emotion.
“Are you feeling better now, sweetheart?” he asked tenderly as he stroked from her back, down to the rounded curves of her buttocks. Gods, but he loved her hips and ass—so full and juicy!
“Some,” Lan’ara murmured. She looked up at him from under her long eyelashes. “It feels so good when you do that…when you taste me,” she told him. “But I need…need something more, my Lord.”
Need frowned.
“And what’s that? What do you need?”
She bit her lip shyly, shifting against him so that her full, naked breasts rubbed against his side. He loved how soft she was.
“I need…need to be filled,” she admitted at last. “I have this feeling inside this…emptiness. And it’s getting worse every day.”
“Filled, hmm?” Need growled softly, feeling his shaft twitch with anticipation. “Filled how, exactly, sweetheart?”
“Not with your fingers this time. Not even with your tongue.” Lan’ara flushed prettily. It was clear she was embarrassed to meet his eyes as she spoke but Need lifted her chin and made her look at him.
“Tell me,” he growled. “I want to hear you say it.”
“I need…need your shaft in me,” Lan’ara admitted at last. “Please, Need.”
“You want me to fuck you? Is that it?” he demanded.
She bit her lip.
“I…I don’t know about that. All I know is that I feel so empty inside it hurts. And I crave to have you in me, my Lord. Please?” She looked up at him pleadingly.
Need hovered on the edge of indecision. On one hand, he wanted nothing more in the world than to fill the girl with his shaft and his seed. Then he would drive his fangs into her neck as he came in her and bond her to him forever. On the other hand that cold, logical little voice was whispering that this was how he had gotten hurt in the first place—by allowing himself to love and bond Cleah. And he never wanted to go through that again…
“Please, my Lord.” Lan’ara’s soft voice cut through his deliberation. “I’m so empty inside I ache. If you could just…just put your shaft inside me for a moment. Just long enough for me to feel it in me, maybe it would make things better. We wouldn’t have to actually make love…not if you didn’t want to.”
Need knew it was a slippery slope, but he couldn’t resist her sweet words.
“All right,” he said at last. “But if you want to be filled, you’ll have to do the filling yourself, girl.”
Her gold-flecked eyes widened.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean you’ll have to climb atop me and take what you need from me.” Need turned over on his back, letting his hard shaft spring free for her. “If you want it, you’ll have to work for it,” he told Lan’ara. “You’ll have to mount me and ride me.”
Her eyes widened for a moment and she nibbled her lush lower lip indecisively. Need knew that she was often embarrassed to take the lead sexually, though she was always eager enough to suck his shaft. But he told himself that this was the only way he could take her without actually bonding her.
He longed to roll her over, spread her thighs, and thrust deep into her creamy depths. But if he did that, there was no way he could stop himself from biting her and injecting the essence from his fangs at the same time. In order to keep from doing that, he had to take the passive role this time. If Lan’ara really did need him that badly, she would have to get over her shyness and come to him.
After a long moment, she seemed to make a decision.
“Yes, my Lord,” she whispered and threw a leg over his hips to straddle him.
Need couldn’t help the groan that escaped him as he watched her position her open pussy over the broad head of his cock. She looked so beautiful, astride him like this. With her long, curly hair hanging down her back and her full breasts thrusting forward, the nipples leaking amber nectar. She had a look of concentration on her face, her lower lip caught in her little white teeth as she lowered herself down on him, slowly feeding his shaft into the mouth of her hot little cunt.
“Careful, sweetheart,” Need told her. “You’re still a virgin and I’m on the big side.” As all Kindred males were. But though she was tight, Lan’ara was a numalla and very slippery from the way he’d tasted her earlier. Though it was a tight fit, she was able to slide him inside her, little by little, working her hips to get him deeper and deeper into her pussy.
Need groaned again at the erotic sight of her soft little pussy swallowing him down to the root. Her inner channel felt like a tight, wet, velvet glove wrapped all around his shaft—a sensation so intense he could barely keep from thrusting. But no—he had told her that she would have to do the work, he reminded himself. He wouldn’t make love to her, wouldn’t bond her…
But when she finally had him all the way inside her, his determination wavered. Gods, she was so beautiful and brave, taking all of him into her like this! And the way she was shifting around on him, as though trying to get used to the feeling of having his shaft thrust so deeply into her made him want to take her more than ever.
“Better, sweetheart?” he asked, looking up at her as she moaned softly and wiggled her hips. “All full now?”
“Yes.” She closed her eyes for a moment in pure ecstasy. “Gods, yes, my Lord. Finally the emptiness inside me—the hungry flower as I think of it—is filled.”
“The hungry flower, eh?” Need growled, caressing her full hips. “And is she finally satiated, this flower of yours?” He nodded down to the spot where he was thrust to the hilt inside her. The puffy outer lips of her pussy were spread to show her hot, throbbing little clit, a sight that made his shaft get even harder inside her. “Well, is she?” he asked Lan’ara.
“She is…and she isn’t,” she answered slowly. “I thought that all I wanted was to be filled with your shaft, my Lord. But now…”
“Now what?” Need raised an eyebrow at her.
“Well, now…now I feel myself craving your seed inside me,” Lan’ara admitted softly. “It’s feels the same way it does when I thirst to drink your seed with my mouth. Only…down below.” She shifted on him again, lifting experimentally so that an inch or so of his thickness slid out of her…then lowered herself so that he filled her completely once again.
Both of them moaned at the delicious friction and Need knew, abruptly, that he was lost. He couldn’t stop himself anymore. He was going to fuck her and fill her and bite her and bond her. He was going to Claim her completely, despite the knowledge that opening his heart to her might lead to pain. He was—
A banging on the outer door interrupted his thoughts.
“Kindred!” roared a thick, trollish voice. “Kindred, get the fuck out here! I know you’ve been in my room and I know what you did!”
Forty-Five
Lan’ara felt frozen with terror as Need slid out of her and pulled on his trousers. Oh Gods and Goddesses, Drung knew—he knew she’d been in his room! What was going to happen now? How angry would Need be when he found out she’d disobeyed him?
She cowered in the bed, sliding under the covers and pulling them over her head. She only hoped that Need would forgive her when he found out that she’d done what he told her not to…
Need yanked open the do
or angrily. Of all times for the fucking Trollox to interrupt! He’d been just about to bond Lan’ara to him. How dare the big bastard ruin such an intimate moment?
“What in the Seven Hells do you want?” he growled. “You’re not welcome in my rooms and you damn well know it!”
“Nor are you welcome in mine, Kindred,” Drung’s middle head spat. “But you came in anyway—so you did. Or you sent the girlie in.”
“What are you talking about?” Need demanded contemptuously. “Lan’ara wouldn’t go anywhere near that stinking hovel you call a room. She doesn’t want anything to do with you, you filthy Trollox!”
“Then why is my room filled with her sweet scent?” Drung demanded. “And what about this?”
He thrust a black framed, liquid crystal screen in front of Need’s face. A jagged crack ran diagonally from one corner to the other, marring the display.
Need frowned, recognizing it as the “file” Drung had been bragging about having—the one which supposedly held all of Lan’ara’s personal information. Could she possibly have sneaked into Drung’s room to look at it and then dropped it and broken it? If so, they would have to have a talk—what she had done was extremely dangerous. If Drung had caught her at it…But no, that didn’t bear thinking of.
Anyway, he certainly wasn’t going to admit to the Trollox that anything she might have done was wrong.
“So what?” he said coolly, looking from the cracked screen to the angry Drung. “So what if she did go into your rooms to look at the file? It’s about her anyway and it should have come to me when I bought her. It’s rightfully mine.”
“It is not! No more than the girlie is!” Drung raged, his piggy little eyes narrowing in fury. “I saw her first, so I did! You only started bidding after I did!”
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