“Well? Why do you make us wait?” the Emperor demanded, giving her a petulant frown. “We have said we want to hold your breasts, since you have no one else to hold them for you. It is a great honor for the Emperor himself to hold your breasts, as we are sure you must be aware.”
Feeling sick, Selena took a step towards the dais where his throne was located, and then another. She was just climbing the three, broad steps and was only inches from the Ma’shorkan Emperor’s grasping hands, when a deep, familiar voice suddenly echoed in the vast audience chamber.
“Excuse me, Your Majesty, but Selena Bates does have a Master to hold her breasts.”
Selena turned her head, staring in surprise and relief, as Valen came striding over the polished floor, his boots ringing on the shiny black marble. His eyes looked red and angry, just as they had when he had rescued her in the back hallway of the spaceport, but his voice was perfectly courteous when he spoke.
“Forgive me for not appearing with my Dependent Female earlier, Your Majesty,” he said. “But I must claim her now—she is not available, I’m afraid.”
“Oh, very well.” The Emperor slumped back sulkily in his golden throne. “But then why did you send her to us without a breast harness and get our hopes up, Kindred?” he demanded petulantly.
“The fault is entirely mine, I assure you, Your Majesty. All of my lady’s breast harnesses were lost at the spaceport. I was late coming to her because I was looking for them,” Valen lied smoothly.
He came to stand behind Selena and then—to her surprise—reached around to cup both her breasts in his large, warm hands. Was this what the Emperor had meant about having someone to “hold her breasts?” Apparently so, because the big Kindred held them in his hands as though he was used to touching her intimately.
Her heart started drumming again, but for a different reason this time. His hands on her felt really good—much better than they had any right to, considering that she had only met him earlier that day. But in the vast alien reception hall, Valen felt like her only friend and she welcomed his touch.
He came for me, whispered a happy little voice in her head. He came after all! He saved me!
“Thank you, Master,” she said softly, leaning back against his chest and pushing her breasts more fully into his hands. She felt surrounded by him—by his big, muscular body and his warm, spicy scent. She felt safe.
Valen looked down at her in apparent surprise and she looked up to meet his eyes. Had he thought it would surprise and upset her for him to touch her like this, in such an intimate way? Selena supposed it should have, but somehow she couldn’t feel angry or distressed—she felt safe his hands—literally. And it was much better to have the big Kindred touching her than the disgusting Ma’shorkan Emperor, who was currently staring at her like a child who has just been told he can’t play with his favorite toy.
“Well, you can’t allow such magnificent breasts to go unharnessed,” the Emperor said to Valen. “You must go directly from here to the royal harness-maker. Tell him the Emperor himself has directed that he shall make a breast harness more lovely than anything he had ever made before, to adorn your Dependent Female’s luscious breasts.” He sighed. “We only wish any of our Empresses had such breasts with such pink, puffy nipples.”
“They are quite lovely, Your Majesty is entirely correct about that,” Valen rumbled. “And I am most grateful for your kind offer.”
“See that you do as we say, then,” the Emperor snapped. He frowned at the way Valen was carefully cupping her breasts. “You’re not even making good use of them! Why are you holding them in that stiff way, instead of tugging your female’s ripe, juicy nipples? If one of our Empresses had such large nipples, we wouldn’t waste any time in tugging them!”
“My apologies, Your Majesty,” Valen said gravely, again. “Do you wish me to tug my female’s nipples for your pleasure?” As he spoke, he began lightly circling Selena’s aching tips—which he had scrupulously avoided up until now—with his fingertips
“Would we have said so, if we did not wish it?” the Emperor demanded. “Go on—if we cannot tease her sweet nipples, at least we can watch you do it, Kindred. Tug her tight little tip tips and make her pussy wet.”
“As your Majesty commands,” Valen murmured. And he caught Selena’s tight nipples between his fingers and thumbs and tugged them sharply.
Selena couldn’t help herself—the sensual combination of pain and pleasure made her moan and gasp. She had always liked to have her breasts played with—though she’d never imagined it happening in such a public setting with so many people watching her.