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garment tickled the sensitive flesh. The sensations on her nipples weren’t nearly intense enough to satisfy her, but the thumbs stroking the inner crease of both thighs kept her silent. She wanted to ask, say anything to encourage them. If she did, she feared they’d stop. Or she feared they wouldn’t.
    Neela had barely come to terms with the intensity of sex in her current inhibited state. She hadn’t yet developed an opinion on it. Intensity had definitely developed. Lust. Heat. Hunger. All those things she associated with being the baser characteristics of humanity, that alien species that thought with their hearts before their minds.
    She’d always pitied the race that seemed incapable of leaving emotion out of its decisions. Maybe she’d been too hasty. This tide of urges seemed addicting. How would she return to her former life, knowing what she knew now, and never experiencing it again? Did she even want to?
    Her own weakness disgusted her. She was a pathetic vessel waiting to be filled with one new experience after another, all of them geared toward her pleasure. What did that make her?
    Tarrel moaned again. He must’ve jerked because water rippled over her cheeks. Neela held her breath just as one of her attendants lifted her high enough to avoid getting her face wet.
    Once she’d been resettled, those hands got back to work. Fingers rolled over her nipples in easy circles. Her apex tingled. The other attendant swept her fingers over Neela’s pussy lips. Neela felt distinctly on edge. A rogue finger dipped into the seam, catching and springing her clit. She cried out. Soft kisses dropped on her distended nub as thumbs held her open for the erotic attention. A tiny lick, another kiss, a soft sigh against her heated wet pussy and suddenly she was being helped to her feet.
    Dazed and disappointed, she wobbled on her feet wondering what fresh kind of torture she was being forced to endure. Tarrel appeared baffled as she.
    “Come with me,” Aleena spoke through the haze.
    “I’d love to but I feel like the point of this is to give me one helluva case of blue balls,” Tarrel complained.
    Aleena smiled. “But you are ready, are you not?”
    For relief? Yes, she was. More than ready. Her body trembled with need. If someone would just fuck her ruthlessly, she’d be a very happy woman right now.
    Neela practically stumbled from the pool in her urgency to get on with it. Aleena held up a gauzy garment made of transparent purple cloth that draped from shoulder to cunt. The deep vee allowed for nipples and the outsides of her breasts to be covered. Otherwise, she was bare. Aleena meticulously dried her hair and turned her to face Tarrel.
    His black garment started low across his hips, tented over his full erection and dropped just below his balls. She could see through his wrap as easily as he could see through hers. And he looked. But then so did she.
    She fixated on his heavy cock. Her pussy wept to have him inside her, but she wouldn’t. Not yet.
    Tarrel and Neela were led into the royal chambers.
    Thrax hadn’t changed. Other than the cloak and sandals that he’d discarded, he still wore the hip-drape of tanned leather, and the amulet of his office. His gaze raked over her.
    “This suits you far better than your Elaran military uniform,” he murmured appreciatively.
    He closed the distance. Thrax cupped her breast. Neela moaned, leaning into his touch as her eyes closed. This is what she wanted. How much longer did she need to wait until he took her to his bed?
    “Now, please, my King,” she whispered brokenly.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
    Her words washed over the king, leaving behind goose bumps in their wake. He’d wanted to hear those words since the first time he’d seen her three years back. He’d never imagined she’d say them. He’d never imagined that his half-tossed comment that he’d only trade ore with the Elarans for her body would be taken seriously. Or delivered upon.
    He was