“I’d still like to get back to our suite soon.” Trin still seemed troubled and she kept shooting mistrustful looks at Lord X who was standing beside Lady Tam-tam with a disquieting little smile on his lips. “It’s been a very long day.”
“Of course, my dear,” Lady Tam-tam said soothingly. “But I insist on the two of you trying some of the scarlet gas before you go. You simply must—it’s the best kind.”
Thrace and Trin exchanged a glance. Clearly their hostess wasn’t going to let them leave before they did as she asked. If they tried to leave without trying the scarlet gas, they risked her extreme displeasure as well as losing the deal with Lady Malroth. And speaking of Lady Malroth, she and her body-slave were standing just on the other side of the tall silver fountain. Her sharp eyes were fixed in their direction and a sour looking frown was on her face. A bubble filled with pink dream gas drifted towards her and she batted it away impatiently.
“What does it do?” he asked, turning his attention back to Lady Tam-tam. “I’ll try it but I don’t want a repeat performance of the nightmare gas.”
“Oh no, my dear—it’s not like the nightmare vapor at all. Just try it—you’ll see—it’s lovely.”
Trin looked at him and held out a hand.
“Together?” she asked in a low voice.
“Well…all right.” Thrace took her hand reluctantly. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to hold hands with her, but he was afraid she might see something she shouldn’t. Still, he could understand her unwillingness to try the gas again alone.
“That’s the spirit!” Lady Tam-tam said enthusiastically. “Here come two good ones. Go on and try them!”
Two bubbles, one shaped like a rectangle and the other a sphere and both filled with scarlet smoke drifted towards them.
Thrace leaned forward and captured the sphere at the same time Trin sucked in the rectangle. The shapes popped on their lips and the scarlet gas swirled down their throats.
At once, Thrace felt a surge of what could only be described as lust—a lust as hot as fire—rush through him, tingling over his body like flames, igniting his senses and setting his nerves alight with desire. His shaft was suddenly rock hard, his need insurmountable.
And there was Trin, standing beside him wearing the revealing dress with see-through lace that barely covered her full breasts and the tiny triangular panties which couldn’t quite hide the plump lips of her pussy. Gods, he wanted her! His shaft was rock hard and aching to take her, aching to thrust deep into her sweet, warm depths and plant his seed so that she would be his, his forever…
He was already reaching for her before he was able to make himself stop.
Can’t do this—can’t have her, he reminded himself, struggling with the sudden haze of lust that clouded his mind. She doesn’t want me—doesn’t like males. She—
And then Trin was in his arms of her own volition. She reached for him and climbed him like a tree, her arms wrapping around his neck and her legs around his waist as she pressed her mouth to his.
For a moment Thrace was stunned by her hungry kisses. Then he grabbed for her, filling his hands with her full, bare ass, drew her even closer, and kissed her back. Gods, she felt good against him! So soft and lush and feminine—so utterly perfect and right! And her scent—Gods, it was hotter than he’d ever smelled it! He fed on her mouth, kissing her deeply, sucking her tongue between his lips.
“Thrace…Thrace,” she moaned, breaking the kiss. “Goddess, I want…I need…”
“Know what you need, baby,” Thrace growled. She was hot against him, her body throbbing with the same fire that was consuming him. He wanted nothing more than to shove the black loincloth he wore aside and thrust inside her slippery depths.
Need to fill her, he thought, pulling her closer and reaching down with one hand to raise the cloth. Need to part that sweet pussy with my shaft and fill her all the way up, come inside her, make her mine. Need to bond her to me…
But suddenly Trin stopped writhing in his arms and held perfectly still.
“Thrace?” She sounded uncertain.
Thrace’s head began to clear as well.
“Trin? I mean, Mistress?” he muttered. Gods, what had he been going to do? Fuck her? Take her right here in front of everyone? Break her pride because of his need? Because of his own selfish urges to satisfy the lust that had suddenly overwhelmed him?
Not only that—you were going to bond her, whispered a little voice in his head. Bond her to you forever. Just forget the Havoc code and everything you’ve ever stood for and tie a female to you for life. What in the Seven Hells is wrong with you?
“Thrace?” Trin asked again, her voice unsteady. “What are we doing? I mean…” He was still holding her in his arms with her legs wrapped around his waist. Now she looked down and her eyes widened.
Thrace followed her gaze and saw how close they’d come to betraying themselves. The ridiculous black loincloth that was part of his slave outfit had gotten twisted to the side, leaving his shaft free. He was hard as a rock, standing at attention and Trin was pressed against him. The tiny turquoise panties she wore had also been pushed to the side and her full, swollen pussy lips were enveloping his hard shaft.
Thrace saw with some relief that he hadn’t actually entered her, but he wasn’t far from it either. The head of his cock emerged from the top of her slit and he was leaking precum which was running down to coat the inside of her tender, bare pussy.
“Oh my sweet Goddess of Judgment,” Trin whispered unsteadily. “What…what did we just do?”
“Nothing,” Thrace growled. “Yet.”
“Or ever.” She squirmed to get out of his arms, which only made him harder. “Let me go!”
“Give me a minute!” Thrace half groaned. For a second he was afraid he was going to blow his load all over her flat belly. Then he somehow regained control of himself, set her back on her feet, and stepped away though it was the last thing he wanted to do.
* * * * *
Trin straightened her panties, her hands shaking with embarrassment. Goddess, what else could happen tonight? This was horrible—humiliating! Not to mention incredibly confusing. Why had she reacted that way to him? What was wrong with her?
“Are you all right, my dear?” Lady Tam-tam sounded concerned but she had a naughty little smile on her face, like someone who had gotten exactly what they wanted.
She knew, Trin thought, her face getting hot. She knew what it would do to me—to us—to try the scarlet bubbles. She made us try it on purpose because she wanted to watch.
Somehow, nothing had quite prepared her for the realization. Though Lady Malroth had warned her their hostess was a voyeur and she had clearly condoned Lady Needra and her graphic displays, somehow Trin hadn’t quite believed that Lady Tam-tam could or would do such a thing. To deliberately drug her—or have her and Thrace drug themselves—so she could watch them lose control…well, it was too much. Just too much.
“We tried the gas and now we have to go,” she said, trying to keep her voice from shaking. “I…I don’t feel well. Not at all.”
“Of course you may go.” Lady Tam-tam’s eyes were shining with interest. “You should go back to the room and avail yourself of the bathing facilities—a nice hot bath and massage should make you feel like new again.”
“Thank you,” Trin said stiffly. She wanted to shout and rage at their hostess—to condemn her for her inexcusable awfulness but she knew she couldn’t. Lady Malroth was watching with a smug smirk on her face. Trin had to remind herself again that if the deal for the crystals fell through, she and everyone who depended on her would be out on the street.
Have to get out of here. Just have to go! she thought wildly.
Turning, she began to run across the lawn but the stupid heels she had on tripped her and she nearly fell. Only Thrace’s hand under her arm saved her.
“Stop it!” Trin tried to shove away from him but he wouldn’t let her go. “Let go of me!”
“No,” he said in a low voice. “You’re upset and in no shape to walk in those ridiculous shoes. They might be lower than the ones from this morning but they’re still not made for running.” Ignoring her protests, he swung her up into his arms and carried her across the rolling lawn towards the vast, sprawling mansion.