Part 24 (1/2)

He released her breast and trailed kisses up her neck. ”You are to enjoy yourself.”

”I would enjoy touching you too.”

''Next time.”

”There'll be a next time?”

”We have tonight,” he murmured. ”All right. And for your first time. I want you to think only about the pleasure I can give you.”

”Okay.”

He lifted her b.r.e.a.s.t.s until she overflowed his hands then flicked the nipples with his thumbs, creating a sizzle that caused her hips to squirm, ”You like this?”

”Yes.”

He plucked her nipples between thumb and index finger. ”And this?”

”Yes... but...” She could do nothing, only take whatever he decided to give.

He plucked them again, causing the throbbing between her thighs to increase tenfold. ”But?”

She licked her lips, uneasy. ”I can't decide if... ah... ah...”

”If what?” He laved away the smarting with his tongue.

”If this is pain or pleasure.”

” You want me to stop?”

”No.”

She'd raised her voice and he chuckled, wickedly tweaking her nipples again.

”There's a fine line between pleasure and pain.”

”I feel so wanton. All achy... empty.”

”Good.” The satisfaction in his tone made her hunger for more of his loving. And finally, he stepped back and removed his loincloth. His tavis jutted proudly, thick and hard and ready.

She was too educated to wonder if he would fit. Her synthari would stretch to accommodate him. And she was so damp with her own moisture, she was certain he was going to slide his tavis inside her with ease. Instead he held his tavis at the thick base and rubbed the tip ever her parted lips. She hadn't known anything could be so hard and soft at the same time or feel so absolutely awesome. The shock of his flesh rubbing her so intimately almost rocked her off the table.

His hand on her thigh steadied her. Her muscles were gathering, tightening, like a crossbow drawn too tight and about to snap. Her breath came in great gulps and then...

the most marvelous sensations burst through her, a series of o.r.g.a.s.ms so intense, so hard, that a scream ripped from her throat. And it kept on and on, like one of those fireworks that shot higher and higher as it exploded again and again. And all the while, he kept rubbing her, milking her body of gasp after gasp of pure pleasure.

She had no idea exactly when the o.r.g.a.s.ms ceased, but eventually she realized he'd exchanged his fingers for his tavis inside her and held perfectly still, allowing her body 145.

to become accustomed to him. Without hesitation, welcoming his fullness, she wrapped her legs around his hips. She grabbed is neck for extra support. His hands clenched her bottom and then he pulled back his hips, thrust back into her. Hard.

”Yes,” She groaned into his ear, a new tension already building. And this time she didn't look back. Trusting him not to drop her, trusting him to instinctively know what she wanted, she simply held on. She was slick, ready. And his angle of insertion and extraction caused a lovely friction exactly where she needed it most.

His bands clenched her bottom. His breath blew raggedly by her ear, fanning her neck, and her b.r.e.a.s.t.s rubbed against his chest, the sensitive tips so tender, so connected to her, that when she exploded once again, her muscles fired, then collapsed, utterly spent. If not for Zical's strong hands around her, she would have fallen.

And still her Rystani warrior was not done. His stamina amazed her, worried her that she might not be his match. But then he braced her spine against the cool wall. And suddenly, magically, she was tensing all over again. The cool hardness of the wall contrasting with the beat of him against her chest, hips, and thighs not only revived her spinning senses but oddly cooled her down enough to heat up again.

She lost count of the o.r.g.a.s.ms. One blended into another until she lost all sense of self. She no longer knew where her body began and his ended. To her they were one.

And when he finally spasmed into her, the surge of him triggered a flood of feelings.

Joy. Contentment. Satiation. And an overwhelming need to hold him close and never let go.

Dora never had much recollection of Zical's tying her sarong around her hips, his donning of his loincloth before he carried her from the conference room to the bathing room to his quarters. He'd lowered her to her feet and Dora didn't come back to herself until cool water rained down on both of them. Stunned by the experience, she gave up trying to the right words.

Instead, she placed her arms around him, tilted back her head and smiled. ”Thank you.”

He chuckled and soaped up a soft cloth, his grin teasing. ”Dora, I'm not done with you yet.”

Kirek's new friends didn't try to sneak past carnival security, so neither did he, although he could have easily slipped past the machines guarding the front entrance.

While he didn't want to waste his limited credits, he also didn't wish to attract the attention of Lew and his peers, preferring to appear as if he were one of them.

So far, Kirek mostly kept his mouth shut and listened. He'd picked up a surprising amount of information during their morning walk through the town to the city center.

The had very different sections, those of wealth, Risorians, who according to his new friends sat around improving their spiritual nature in order to attain high positions in the afterlife. And Selgrens, poor workers who didn't believe in any G.o.d and spent their free time in pleasurable pursuits.

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Apparently Selgrens and Risorians didn't mix socially. City center was Selgren territory and the surrounding parks nature trails were for those of a more spiritual nature, who sought to improve their bodies through ritual exercises cleanse their mind with music.

Kirek had expected the carnival to be a roving group of entertainers like the acrobats, jugglers, and trained animals his parents had taken him to see on Mystique.

But this carnival occupied a permanent location in Baniken's city center.

The pink rock exterior of the main building matched the other nearby buildings. Yet Kirek heard the boys, talking about how the Risorians, the orthodox faction of deeply religious Kwadii, wanted to close the carnival down, but so far the Selgrens had mustered enough popular support to keep the entertainment centers open.

”Son of a Kinatti sand worm,” Lev cursed, grabbing Kirek by the arm and tugging him through the large crowd of adults at the entrance. ”If yon stand there dawdling, we'll never reach the games.”

”Games?” To Kirek the carnival seemed like a haven for every kind of vice he'd ever heard about, and many he hadn't. Specific areas catered to s.e.xual needs, and although his curiosity at the profundity of variations spiked, his parents would not have approved of his exploring those sections where one could purchase everything from prost.i.tution to erotic fantasies to s.e.xual scenarios for those with more unusual tastes. Although Kirek's IQ was off the scale, his parents lovingly protected him as they would have any Rystani child. And while he had the curiosity of an adult, his s.e.xual inclinations were dictated by the biology of a four-year-old child. So he didn't mind exploring the game section.

”Last time I was here. I won twenty credits on Galactic War Five.”

”Really?”

”Yeah, we splurged on holovids for a week,” Lew bragged. ”Sucked down breen burgers and all the vips we could drink.”

”Awesome.”