“Spread for me now,” he murmured in her ear as he reached for her. “Spread your thighs open for me baby and let me wash your pussy. Let me make you all clean.”
Those hot words spoken in his deep, growling voice seemed to do something to Trin. She could feel herself tingling all over but especially between her legs and at the tips of her breasts, which felt fuller and more sensitive than ever. The bubbles had mostly dissipated now and she could clearly see his big hands through the warm water as she spread for him, as she opened herself fully to let him wash her…to let him touch her.
“So beautiful,” Thrace murmured in her ear as he cupped her naked mound with one large hand. “So fucking gorgeous, baby.”
“I…I told you before, I’m not your baby. I’m your mistress,” Trin whispered breathlessly.
“You’re my mistress when you command me and when we’re out in public with everyone watching,” he murmured. “But when it’s just the two of us and I’m taking care of you, you’re baby. My sweet, soft baby girl that I want to pleasure and take care of and serve. Want to make you feel so good you can’t stand it…want to hear you moan my name and beg me for more as you come and come…”
“Thrace,” she objected, wiggling uncomfortably. “That’s…I can’t describe how that makes me feel but…but we never said anything about me, uh, coming. In fact, I don’t…don’t think it would be a good idea.”
“You don’t want to come?” As he spoke, he spread her outer pussy lips with his index and ring fingers. She gasped as the heated water rushed in to caress her clit. And then slowly, gently, his long middle finger slipped into her wet folds and began to stroke. “You sure about that, baby?”
“Oh!” Trin threw back her head, resting it against his broad shoulder as he continued to caress her with the lightest touch imaginable, tracing her throbbing clit again and again in slow, tender strokes. For some reason the pleasure he was giving her seemed to make her breasts ache and throb, a sharp sensation that was almost painful in his pleasurable intensity.
“Tell me again how you don’t want to come, Mistress,” Thrace growled softly in her ear. “Is it because you don’t really want a male touching you? Because you can’t admit that a male could bring you pleasure?”
“I…you know it’s not…not that,” Trin gasped, although to tell the truth, that was certainly part of it. But there was another, deeper reason she didn’t want Thrace to give her the ultimate pleasure. Trin was afraid if she gave him her body, if she trusted him so completely that she let him make her come, she might lose her heart as well—well, at least part of it. “I can’t,” she gasped as the sweet torture went on and on. “I…I shouldn’t…”
“Shouldn’t do what?” he murmured. “Shouldn’t spread your legs and let me finger your pussy? Shouldn’t let me pet your soft little clit until you come in my hand?”
“Thrace,” she begged. “Thrace please, I think…think we should stop.”
But this time she wasn’t just asking out of fear—or not fear for her heart. As he touched her, her breasts and nipples had been feeling more and more full and sensitive. Now they felt so ripe—Trin couldn’t think of any other word that fit—she felt like she might burst.
“Something’s wrong,” she gasped, closing her legs and sitting up. “What’s wrong with me?”
“I think you were just about to come,” he said dryly, withdrawing his hand. “Nothing wrong with that.”
“No, it’s not…that’s not where the problem is. It’s my…” Trin looked down at her chest and gave a frightened gasp. “Oh my Goddess, what’s wrong with me?”
Her breasts were clearly bigger than they had been—but that wasn’t what made her so frightened. Her nipples, which normally went berry dark when she was aroused, were now a dark, angry red.
“What…what is wrong with me?” she whispered, horrified and scared to death. “What’s happening to me?”
Thrace reached out a finger and gently stroked one scarlet-tipped nipple, sending a wave of intense sensation through her entire body.
Trin gasped. “Oh!”
“Beautiful,” he said thoughtfully. “And obviously very sensitive.”
“But what’s causing it?” Trin was nearly crying now. Not only was she scared but her breasts seemed to be getting fuller by the moment—they actually ached and her nipples were so red and sensitive she felt that even the lightest touch was too much to bear.
“I don’t know, but we’re going to find out.” Thrace got up and went over to the viewscreen mounted on the wall across from the tub which still glowed a soft blue. With a few gestures he had called up a lightboard which projected from the bottom of the viewscreen onto the counter below. Trin watched as he began to key her symptoms into a search engine but before he could finish typing, a block of text and some images suddenly appeared on the screen.
Thrace scanned them rapidly, frowning all the time. Trin was too far away to see.
“What? What does it say?” she demanded in a shaking voice.
“Hmm…remember the schromp we ate at dinner? And how Lady Tam-tam and Lady Needra both told us we’d have interesting effects from it?”
“Oh my Goddess…I’d forgotten all about that!” Trin felt sick. “How could they let us eat that and not warn us!”
“Are you kidding?” Thrace threw a look over his shoulder. “Look where we are.”
“You’re right.” Trin put a hand to her forehead. “They probably wanted this to happen.”
“Wouldn’t be surprised.” Thrace was still scanning rapidly. “According to this, the nectar pods and the schromp cause a reaction in the female body but it’s not activated until she’s submerged in hot water. The heat from the water acts as a catalyst and causes her nipples to become extremely sensitive—as sensitive as her clit.”
“They’re sensitive all right.” Trin gave a shaky laugh which was more than half sob as she looked down at her swollen scarlet nipples. “What can we do about it? Will it help for me to get out of the tub?”
“Can’t hurt.” Thrace came over and opened a towel for her—a big, fuzzy, white one made of incredibly soft, absorbent material. It was almost as large as a blanket. Trin stepped out of the bath and he wrapped her up in it. She dried off immediately and as completely as she could, then she looked down at her chest where her breasts were as full as ever—maybe fuller.
“This isn’t helping. And ouch!” She had to unwrap the towel and pull it down to her waist to bare her chest. “It’s too rough,” she gasped. Even though the fabric felt as soft as feathers to her fingers, it was like sandpaper to the sensitive tips of her breasts.
“Is it painful?” Thrace looked concerned. “Are you hurting, baby?”
“I…I’m okay,” Trin said uneasily, which wasn’t exactly true. Her breasts still felt ripe to the point of bursting and her nipples were tight scarlet points that ached with some need she couldn’t name. “That article you found—” she began.
“You mean the one that was sent to me. To us,” Thrace corrected her grimly. “It popped up before I even finished typing. Someone knew we were going to need this information. I think we can both guess who.”
Lady Tam-tam. Trin clenched her jaw and balled her hands into fists. Earlier when Thrace had been talking about how their hostess was probably lonely and missing her love-slave, she had felt almost sorry for the old lady. Well, no more—Trin was angry! How could anyone let this happen to a total stranger without giving them so much as a warning? Probably the same way she could insist that we try the red dream gas that made us nearly jump each other without warning us, she thought grimly.
“Okay.” She took a deep breath and tried to remain calm. “In the article that was sent to us, does it say what to do about this? Is there some kind of antidote?”