“Yes.” She took a deep breath and looked him in the eye. “What’s done is done—there’s no point in getting upset about it.”
“Very sensible.” He nodded approvingly.
“I’m glad you think so,” Trin said dryly. She straightened her shoulders. “We were just…under the influence of a lot of chemicals tonight. The red dream gas, the nectar pods, the schromp…”
“This does seem to be a place where they believe in better living through chemistry,” Thrace agreed neutrally. “So what do you suggest, Mistress?”
“First that we get a good night’s sleep. Then tomorrow, we’re going to be extra careful about everything we eat, drink, and breathe. Hopefully as soon as we’ve had first meal with Lady Tam-tam I can approach Lady Malroth again about completing our deal.”
“And if she won’t? If she wants us to stay longer or do…something else?” He raised an eyebrow at her. “What then?”
“I…” Trin bit her lip. “I don’t know. I’d like to say that I’ll tell her to shove the whole bag of Jaxite crystals in an unmentionable area but if I do that…if the deal falls through…”
“We’re all screwed,” Thrace finished for her. “Well, let’s not borrow trouble. Maybe you’ll be able to do the deal and we’ll be out of here by mid-meal time.”
“From your lips to the Goddess’s ears.” Trin sighed and the sigh turned into a yawn. “Goddess of Judgment, I’m so tired. What’s wrong with me? Am I still having after effects from the passion berries?”
Thrace frowned. “You shouldn’t be. It should be long out of your system by now which worries me.”
His words sent a chill down her spine.
“Do you think everything is all right?”
He made a dismissive gesture.
“I’m sure it is. I’m just feeling protective of you right now which heightens everything, that’s all.” He sighed. “You’re probably just tired from all the stress and from coming so hard just now.”
“I…” Trin felt her cheeks getting hot. “I guess that could be it. I have to confess I’ve never, uh, come that hard before. But then…nobody but me has ever made me come.”
“It was my very great pleasure to be your first, Mistress,” he growled softly. “But now let’s get you to bed.”
He swept her off the countertop and into his arms, making Trin gasp.
“You don’t have to carry me everywhere, you know,” she protested as he took her into the sleeping chamber. “I can walk.”
“I know you can. I like carrying you. Besides, it looks better for whoever’s watching. More romantic.” He grinned at her and nodded at the glowing blue viewscreen.
“I guess so.” Trin was so tired she felt like lead weights were tied to her body. Deciding not to fight him about it, she let herself relax against his broad chest. Goddess, how could something as hard as his big body make such a comfortable pillow? She didn’t know but by the time he laid her down on the sleeping platform, she was already half asleep.
Thrace started to tuck her in. “Come on—don’t want you to get cold.”
“Wait…I can’t sleep like this…in the nude,” Trin protested sleepily.
“Afraid you’re going to have to, at least for tonight,” said Thrace. “Your nipples are looking a little red again. You don’t want to hurt yourself by letting anything rough come in contact with them.”
As if to illustrate his point, he leaned down and lapped her right nipple, gently, soothing the sharp little ache that had begun to grow, almost without Trin knowing it.
“Oh!” His hot mouth on her flesh woke her up and for a moment she had to fight the urge to reach for him, to beg him to lick her again, to suck her some more…
“Sorry, Mistress…did I overstep my bounds?” His eyes were half-lidded with desire. “I just wanted to make sure you were completely comfortable. Perhaps I should lick the other too? To be on the safe side?”
Again, Trin didn’t want to fight about it.
“All right. Thank you, Thrace,” she murmured. Arching her back, she pressed her breasts up, offering herself to him.
Thrace took her up on the offer, leaning down again to trace her other nipple gently with his tongue, easing her pain.
“Gods, Mistress,” he murmured thickly when he at last raised his head. “Your breasts are so beautiful. Thank you for allowing me to help you. Is your pussy in need as well?”
“I…” Trin began to feel a bit breathless and much more awake. “I don’t know.”
“Perhaps I should check. If you would spread your legs for me, Mistress?” He tugged the sheets down below her thighs and raised an eyebrow at her.
Feeling hot and uncertain all over again, Trin did as he asked. She bit back a moan as he framed her pussy with his big hands and then parted her outer lips gently with his thumbs.
“Hmmm…” he studied her critically. “Just a hint of redness, especially around your clit. Does it hurt?”
“It’s…sensitive,” Trin admitted, biting her lip.
“What about when I do this?” Gently he traced her tender little bump, making her moan and jump against his touch. “I think I have my answer,” he murmured, looking up at her. “And I know what I need to do about it.”
“What…what do you want to do about it?” Trin whispered. “I…I don’t know if it’s right to let you help me…make me, uh, come again. I mean…I’m not really in danger any more.”
“But you are still in pain. No good love-slave can allow his mistress to have pain when he can do something to ease it.” He nodded at the viewscreen. “It wouldn’t look right.”
“All right,” Trin said softly. “I just…we’ve already done more…more than I ever thought I would.”
“I know, Mistress,” Thrace murmured. “And I’m not asking you to push your boundaries any more tonight—I just want to lessen your pain. After all, I didn’t have to suck your nipples again to make them feel better—I don’t think another orgasm is necessary to ease the ache in your pussy, either.” His eyes blazed with lust. “Although the Gods know I’d fucking love to give you one.”
“What do you recommend, then?” Trin didn’t know if she was relieved or disappointed that he didn’t think she needed to come again.
“Just an obeisance—the same thing I did earlier, before your bath.” He licked his lips carefully, making them shiny. “I think I can transfer enough of the healing compounds to you through a single kiss to ease your ache.”
“Just a kiss, then?” Trin whispered.
Slowly, he nodded. “Just a kiss goodnight, Mistress,” he murmured. “Just your soft, sweet pussy spread open for me to kiss. Once. That’s all.”
“All right.” Trin nodded. After all, he’d already done this once. It couldn’t hurt to let him do it again—could it?
Before she could answer the question, Thrace was flat on his stomach between her legs. Spreading her pussy lips wide, he looked up at her.
“Watch me, Mistress,” he said hoarsely. “Watch me kiss your hot little pussy.”
“Thrace,” she protested weakly but his hot words as well as the way he was looking into her eyes seemed to rob her of all self control. Obediently, she watched as he lowered his head and gave her bare pussy a hot, open-mouthed kiss.
It seemed to go on forever, the feel of his warm lips caressing her clit and inner cunt. But finally, just as Trin was getting the breathless feeling of need building inside her again, he pulled back.
“Better?” he asked and she was ashamed to see that his lips were shiny again—this time with her honey. Goddess, why couldn’t she help getting wet when she was around him?
“Better,” she whispered. “I…I guess I should get some sleep now.”
“I suppose.” But he made no move to leave his position between her legs and Trin didn’t try to make him either. “I’m glad you’re feeling less pain now, Mistress,” he murmured.
“I am too,” Trin agreed. “Especially considering what you…what you had to do to ease my pain in the first place.”
“I don’t mind—you know I don’t.” His eyes were half-lidded as he studied her face. “In fact, I think we should make this form of obeisance a regular thing.”
“What—you mean letting…letting you kiss my pussy?” Trin shifted a little, wishing she wasn’t spread quite so wide. Her slippery inner petals were completely exposed. It made her feel vulnerable…and incredibly hot.