Yet even that or­gasm re­fused to sate her for longer than a minute. Jes­sica jumped from the lounger in frus­tra­tion.

  “What have you done to me? I can’t keep go­ing like this!”

  Be­vau looked both amused and mys­ti­fied. “I’ve never met any­one whose li­bido was so out of con­trol. It’s as if you’ve been fed an aphro­disiac of some sort.” His gaze fell on the bowl of flow­ers. “I won­der…”

  Jes­sica stopped pac­ing and tried to ig­nore the com­pul­sion to suck Be­vau’s penises so he’d take her once again. “What?”

  “The scent of these flow­ers is re­puted to en­hance Plasian sex drives. Kalquo­ri­ans don’t re­spond to them, but per­haps Earth­ers do.”

  Jes­sica dragged her eyes from Be­vau’s en­dow­ments to the flow­ers. “But Kalquo­ri­ans and Earth­ers are so sim­i­lar.”

  “There are dif­fer­ences. Maybe you’d bet­ter get rid of these.”

  “I hate to. They’re pretty.” Jes­sica stepped to the ta­ble and the scent of the flow­ers grew heav­ier. She felt a stab of de­sire so great her knees al­most un­hinged. She groaned.

  “Al­low me.” Be­vau snatched up the bowl, stepped to the kitchen area’s dis­posal unit, and emp­tied the con­tents into it. He searched around, lo­cated the vent­ing sys­tem switch, and a mo­ment later fresh air breezed into the room, dis­pelling the heavy per­fume of the flow­ers.

  The de­mand­ing arousal weigh­ing in Jes­sica’s belly eased. She gaped at Be­vau. “You were right!”

  He gri­maced. “Be­tween the bite and those flow­ers, it’s no won­der you couldn’t get con­trol of your­self. I’m sorry, love.”

  The hu­mor of the sit­u­a­tion came over Jes­sica, and she sat down laugh­ing. “Driven to sex by a bunch of flow­ers! Well, it was fun any­way. At least I know I’m not some kind of de­viant.”

  “You’re not an­gry? You might not have changed your mind about hav­ing sex with me if not for the flow­ers.”

  Jes­sica smiled up at Be­vau, able to en­joy the sight of his naked body with­out need­ing to rav­ish it. “If it wasn’t on pur­pose, there’s no harm done. I’m not sorry I had the plea­sure of your com­pany.”

  He grinned back, his re­lief ev­i­dent. “I’m glad to hear you say that. I’ve been known to co­erce re­luc­tant fe­males, but I wanted to make up to you what hap­pened with Cla­jak.”

  Jes­sica swal­lowed at the prince’s ad­mis­sion of co­er­cion. She imag­ined be­ing taken against her will by Be­vau in truth and her sore sex warmed agree­ably.

  I may not be a nympho, but I’m def­i­nitely per­verted. It’s a good thing Kalquo­ri­ans are so open-minded.

  “Even though it’s al­lowed, I can’t be­lieve your fi­ancée lets you run around with other women. You’re amaz­ing,” she said.

  Be­vau sat next to her, his ex­quis­ite face twist­ing in a gri­mace. “Nar­pok does not like hav­ing sex with my clan. Each of us has cou­pled with her only once. No one had a pleas­ant ex­pe­ri­ence.”

  “Re­ally? Yet you’re still go­ing to make her your Matara?”

  “She is the daugh­ter of the head coun­cil­man. Her clan­ning was ar­ranged many years ago by the em­per­ors and Nar­pok’s par­ents. As the rank­ing Kalquo­rian fe­male, she is the log­i­cal choice for Im­pe­rial Matara. Un­for­tu­nately, she is very young and spoiled. If she doesn’t get what she wants, the whole em­pire hears about it.”

  “She and Cla­jak sound made for each other.”

  “Cla­jak’s not spoiled. He’s hot tem­pered and fights his re­spon­si­bil­i­ties, but he doesn’t feel en­ti­tled to have ev­ery­thing he wants.”

  Jes­sica was fas­ci­nated. “How do Cla­jak and Egilka feel about Nar­pok?”

  “The same as I. She’s what you Earth­ers call a ‘nec­es­sary evil’.” Be­vau huffed un­hap­pily. “I can’t fault Cla­jak for putting off the duty of claim­ing her or for bed­ding all the women he has. Once Nar­pok be­comes our Matara, we can no longer seek in­ti­mate recre­ation out­side the clan.”

  What a shame for such a gor­geous man to be wasted on a woman he doesn’t love, Jes­sica thought. “Duty can be a real bitch, huh?”

  Be­vau burst out laugh­ing. “In­deed it is, and I’ll soon be clanned to one.”

  Jes­sica laughed with him. “Let me know if I can help you en­joy the lit­tle bit of free­dom you have left.”

  He leaned over to kiss her. “I will def­i­nitely take you up on that, Jes­sica McIn­ness.”

  “Just Jes­sica.” She kissed him back.

  “I for­got you Earth­ers have many names. Jes­sica,” Be­vau said, and she shiv­ered at the sound of her name in­toned by his deep voice. He kissed her again and stood. “I have to leave you for now. Cla­jak and Egilka had an ar­gu­ment, and I should see to get­ting some peace in my clan.”

  “A Nobek as peace­maker.” Jes­sica shook her head as she watched him dress. “You are fas­ci­nat­ing, Be­vau.”

  He grinned. “I could say the same of you. I look for­ward to see­ing you again. Should I bring flow­ers for my next visit?”

  Jes­sica laughed as she ac­com­pa­nied him to the door. “Only if you get plenty of rest be­fore­hand!”

  He kissed her again and left. Jes­sica gath­ered up her ru­ined clothes for dis­posal and found a fresh out­fit. She sighed as she dressed, think­ing about Be­vau.

  If only he be­longed to an­other clan. She thought she could fall in love with him.

  Chap­ter 5

  Jes­sica had no sooner stepped into the dance stu­dio that af­ter­noon when Michaela con­fronted her. The younger woman de­manded, “Did you know about those flow­ers in Is­rala’s gar­den?”

  Michaela was back in fe­male form, her breasts un­bound and push­ing at the leo­tard she wore. Her makeup was flaw­less as ever, and her curls hung loose to her shoul­ders.

  Jes­sica un­rolled her mat and sat down to stretch. The room was empty but for the mir­rors on one wall. “I do now,” she said with a chuckle. “You saw the bunch Be­vau brought over—”

  She stopped in the mid­dle of the sen­tence and looked up at the grim dancer, whose bare foot tapped an­grily against the wood floor. Jes­sica gasped. “Your clan took you for a walk in the gar­den!”

  “They are not my clan,” Michaela said be­tween grit­ted teeth, her hands planted on her hips.

  Jes­sica stood and ap­proached her friend. “Are you okay? What hap­pened?”

  Michaela red­dened and the anger went out of her pos­ture. She flopped down to her own mat. “Not that, though I was un­der enough in­flu­ence that I’d have let them do what­ever they wanted with me. And they did want me, Jes­sica,” she said, her voice turn­ing soft with won­der. “Those form­suits they wear don’t hide a thing. It looked like they were smug­gling salami in their britches.”

  Jes­sica erupted in hys­ter­i­cal laugh­ter at her friend’s de­scrip­tion. She laughed so hard it hurt. She fell to the floor next to Michaela. Af­ter a mo­ment, Michaela joined her, and they rolled on the floor with hi­lar­ity. Tears rolled down their cheeks.

  Just as they were start­ing to calm down, Jes­sica blurted, “Smug­gling salami!” and they were off again. The sound of their amuse­ment echoed in the space.

  Fi­nally the laugh­ter died down to gig­gles, and Jes­sica wiped the tears from her face. She sat up and said, “So what did hap­pen?”

  Michaela smiled up at the ceil­ing. “At first the fra­grance of the flow­ers re­laxed me. I wanted to bathe in it, it made me so happy. I al­most jumped in the mid­dle of the flowerbeds and rolled around in them. Govi took my hand and held it while we walked, and when I didn’t pull away, Ko­rkla held the other. I looked at their hands, so big and pow­er­ful that I couldn’t see mine in their grips. Then I imag­ined those hands touch­ing me all over my body, and I got hard and wet all at the same time.

  “There was no con­trol­ling my arousal, which scared me. What if they saw how I was and got dis­gusted? My shirt was un­tucked and hid­ing the ev­i­dence, but I knew if I didn’t calm down they’d see what was go­ing on. I told them I didn’t feel well and needed to sit down. They took me into one of those out­door rooms made by the tall hedges. There was a padded plat­form in the mid­dle sur­rounded by blue and pur­ple flow­ers.”

  “Uh oh,” Jes­sica said.

  “You’d bet­ter be­lieve ‘uh-oh’. The clan sat me down on the plat­form, and all I smelled was that heav­enly scent, and all I saw were those mus­cu­lar Kalquo­rian bod­ies. Be­tween the aroma and my arousal, I be­came dizzy and fell back on the plat­form. Govi leaned over me, say­ing my name over and over. I grabbed him by the back of the head, lifted my­self up to him, and kissed him as well as some­one who never kissed a man could.”

  “You didn’t!” Jes­sica clapped her hands with de­light.

  “I did. The next thing I knew, all three were pressed up as close to me as they could get, and they passed me around, each kiss­ing me, us­ing their tongues … oh Jes­sica, it felt so good. I never knew kiss­ing could be that won­der­ful!”

  “They touched me. Ev­ery­where.” Michaela looked at Jes­sica, her eyes bright with un­shed tears. “One of them – I don’t know who be­cause it was con­fus­ing with all those hands – he reached in­side my shirt and pulled the bind­ing away. They fon­dled my breasts. Their skin was so hot it al­most burned. Then they reached into my pants, and I thought, now is when they turn away. Feel­ing both sexes will be too much for them. But they didn’t run off. They touched ev­ery­thing, and they didn’t hate me for be­ing a freak.”

  “You’re not a freak, Michaela,” Jes­sica said gen­tly, not want­ing to stop her friend’s recita­tion of the mo­men­tous event.

  “I felt so safe with them af­ter that.” Michaela’s eyes closed, and her smile was that of an an­gel. “When they pulled my clothes off and saw me for what I am, that’s when I no­ticed they were hard. I knew they wanted to fuck me, and I sur­ren­dered my­self to them with­out hes­i­ta­tion. See­ing them that way, I lost my fear and shame.

  “Their hands and mouths cov­ered ev­ery inch of my skin. The plea­sure nearly drove me in­sane, and I fought not to come. I dared to touch them, to feel the erec­tions that told me I could find love af­ter all. Raxs­tad opened his form­suit and put my hand on his naked cocks. His skin ra­di­ated so much heat. Imag­in­ing it in­side my body was bet­ter than any fan­tasy I’ve ever had. I was wicked with my fin­gers; I wanted him as wild as I felt. When Ko­rkla ex­posed his cocks, I spread my legs wide to in­vite him in. He’s huge, and I thought he might rip me to shreds, but I didn’t care. I’ve never wanted any­thing so bad. He lay on top of me, and he was right there, ready to plunge in. I begged him, whis­per­ing ‘please, please’ over and over.

  “Then Govi said, ‘Stop. This isn’t right. Michaela is un­der the in­flu­ence of some­thing to act this way.’ They ar­gued. Ko­rkla and Raxs­tad were de­ter­mined to have me, and I begged them to fuck me. But Govi in­sisted some­thing was wrong. They fi­nally fig­ured out it was the flow­ers af­fect­ing me, and de­spite my pleas, agreed it would be wrong to take ad­van­tage of my state.

  “‘Even if we don’t pen­e­trate her, she still needs re­lease. We can’t leave her this way,’ Raxs­tad in­sisted, and the oth­ers agreed. So he and Ko­rkla held me, kiss­ing my face and breasts as Govi took me in his mouth and put his fin­gers in­side me.”

  Michaela sighed, and Jes­sica looked at her in fas­ci­na­tion. The in­ter­sex’s nip­ples poked brazenly at the top of her leo­tard. Her crotch bulged with erec­tion.

  What would that be like, to feel the soft­ness of a woman’s chest against mine with the hard­ness of a man in­side me? Jes­sica won­dered. Not that she’d ever find out. Michaela had made it clear she pre­ferred men.

  “To feel his mouth on my flesh, his tongue wet­ting me, and his long fin­gers in­side my vagina and ass, pump­ing in and out … I’ve never felt such bliss. I didn’t last very long, but for­tu­nately, no one ex­pected much stamina from a vir­gin still in her teens.” Michaela gig­gled.

  “I’m so happy for you,” Jes­sica said. She stroked Michaela’s hair, much as her sis­ter Lind­sey did with her when they shared talks in the girls’ bed­room on Earth. “What hap­pened then?”

  “As soon as I stopped moan­ing they got me dressed and the hell out of that gar­den,” Michaela laughed. She sat up. “You’ve never heard three men apol­o­gize so much. I told them, if you want to apol­o­gize for any­thing, it should be be­cause you didn’t fuck me the way you and I re­ally wanted!”

  “Then what hap­pened?” Jes­sica asked.

  Michaela rolled her eyes. “Noth­ing. A lot of talk­ing, mostly Govi in­sist­ing we have to take it slow be­cause I have too much trauma to jump into the whole sex thing. I guess he’s right; one sec­ond I want them to fuck me and get it over with; the next I’m ter­ri­fied and want to hide on an­other planet. Govi calls it ‘ap­proach and avoid­ance’. He says it shows I need more time.”

  “Now what do you do if you’re not go­ing to have sex?”

  “We date, of all things, just like on Earth. They even sug­gested you come with us to din­ner tonight. With you there as a chap­er­one, I’ll sup­pos­edly feel safer with them.” Michaela smiled and bat­ted her long black eye­lashes at Jes­sica. “Will you? Please?”

  Jes­sica snorted. “Why not? Tonight’s free. I can’t help you to­mor­row though. I have a date with an­other clan.”

  “Good! Did you make sure they’re not at­tached?”

  “That was the first ques­tion out of my mouth when they called. What time is din­ner tonight? Will we be cut­ting our prac­tice short?”

  Michaela smirked. “You wish. Do your stretch­ing. We’ve only got five days to get ready for our per­for­mance at the fes­ti­val.”

  Jes­sica obeyed, groan­ing at the prospect of the gru­el­ing prac­tices for Pla­sius’ an­nual Com­ing of Age Fes­ti­val. Is­rala had asked them to dance on the cel­e­bra­tion’s cen­ter stage. As ner­vous as Jes­sica had been about per­form­ing for the Kalquo­ri­ans, that had been only a taste of what was to come.

  Know­ing the Plasians, by the time we per­form they’ll be too busy screw­ing each other silly to no­tice us, Jes­sica thought. The thought com­forted her stage­fright. She had no doubt the gala would de­gen­er­ate in a huge out­door orgy. Still, the thought of the sen­su­ous dis­play she’d be mak­ing in front of hun­dreds of spec­ta­tors made her stom­ach churn.

  That’s too many wit­nesses. When Earth finds out—

  “I’ve changed some of the chore­og­ra­phy,” Michaela said, in­ter­rupt­ing Jes­sica’s fret­ting. Fin­ished with stretch­ing, she jumped up. “Your per­for­mance for Cla­jak’s clan in­spired me. The Plasians will love this. Watch.”

  She shoved the mat out of her way. “Mu­sic. Song Three for fes­ti­val,” she called, and the first strains of the kawala flute drifted into the room. “We’ll be wear­ing chains bind­ing our wrists,” Michaela said, hold­ing her arms over her head as her hips swayed se­duc­tively. “Real ones, but not heavy. I al­ready tried them out, and they’ll be no prob­lem.”

  Michaela arched back, her body a long curve. Her fin­ger­tips brushed the floor, and un­du­lat­ing like a ser­pent, she straight­ened again. “The cos­tumes are scanty lit­tle things mod­eled on what the sex slaves of Dan­tovon wear.” Michaela low­ered her arms to­ward Jes­sica and moved to­wards her as if dragged against her will. Her head shook from side to side, telling an in­vis­i­ble mas­ter no. “The skirts are ragged, as if torn by vi­o­lent hands.” Michaela pulled back, her move­ments match­ing the quick­en­ing tempo of the mu­sic. She danced her strug­gle against an im­pla­ca­ble foe, her body’s gy­ra­tions des­per­ate and sen­sual all at once.

  Jes­sica watched care­fully, etch­ing the chore­og­ra­phy into her mem­ory. The dance was beau­ti­ful in its vi­o­lent en­ergy. Michaela sim­u­lated be­ing over­come and suc­cumb­ing to an­other’s erotic de­sire. At the end with her body ly­ing limp on the floor as the last note died away, Jes­sica noted her own arousal. If the Plasians weren’t hump­ing their brains out be­fore the Earther women took the stage, Michaela’s chore­og­ra­phy would no doubt take care of that.

  “I in­spired that?” she gasped.

  Michaela grinned at her from her prone po­si­tion. “Hot, isn’t it? There won’t be a dry pussy or soft cock left in the place. Get your ass up and learn it.”

  They prac­ticed for hours un­til Jes­sica could barely stand. She fi­nally col­lapsed on the floor, her legs twitch­ing from ex­haus­tion. “No more,” she wheezed. “You’re go­ing to kill me and then you’ll have to dance alone.”

  “We have to get ready for my date any­way,” Michaela said. “Wear some­thing nice but don’t up­stage me, okay?”

  “As if I could,” Jes­sica snorted. “Damn it, I don’t think I can stand. I’m afraid one of your boyfriends will have to carry me.”

  “They’re not touch­ing you. Be­sides, they’re not my boyfriends.”

  “For heaven’s sake, Michaela, you al­ready ad­mit­ted you want them. Plus telling me they can’t touch me smacks of pos­ses­sive­ness, dear heart.”

  “I’m back to avoid­ance be­cause see­ing them again af­ter what hap­pened in the gar­den is freak­ing me out. If you don’t go with me, I’m can­cel­ing the date.” Michaela crossed her arms over her chest and pouted.

  “I said I’d go. You’re not sab­o­tag­ing a chance at hap­pi­ness be­cause of me.” Jes­sica groaned as she climbed to her feet.

  “Such a baby. I’m barely winded.” Michaela grabbed a towel and rubbed sweat from her face.

 

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