“His Majesty knew that when he married me,” Empress the Third purred, continuing to rub suggestively against him.
And then, all around the table, the other women began to rub against their partners as well. Selena thought that nobody at the table looked particularly happy about it—they had all been enjoying their dinners. But since Empress the Third was doing it, they all had to copy her. It seemed that only Empress the First and Empress the Second were immune—possibly because they outranked her. So they simply continued to eat quietly, keeping their eyes on their plates.
I’m not immune though, and neither is Valen, Selena thought. I’d better do it too.
At the thought of touching the big Kindred again, a naughty little thrill ran through her. Turning to him, she pressed against him wantonly, rubbing her breasts against his arm and side.
“Master,” she breathed. “I hope you don’t mind, but I must be close to you.”
“I don’t mind at all, little one,” Valen rumbled, looking at her with half-lidded eyes.
“Good, because I must do as Empress the Third is doing,” Selena murmured. “I have no choice.”
Actually, the spiteful woman was giving her an excellent excuse to act the way she really wanted to act. She couldn’t have rubbed against the big Kindred so wantonly without being worried that he would think she was too forward, but because of Empress the Third, she had to do it—letting her off the hook while still allowing her to be naughty and sexy.
But then Empress the Third apparently decided to up her game.
“Let’s see how the royal cock is doing this evening, shall we, Your Majesty?” she purred, loud enough for everyone to hear. “I think the little monarch needs some fresh air—don’t you?”
“Now, Empress the Third…ohhh…” The Emperor’s words ended in a moan and it was clear from the way Empress the Third’s arm was moving, she was giving him a vigorous hand-job.
All around the table, the women began to copy her with their own Masters. And Selena realized she was expected to do the same.
Heart pounding, she looked up at Valen.
“Master?” she whispered. “Do…do you mind?”
There was a troubled look on the big Kindred’s face.
“I only mind that you’re being made to do something against your will,” he rumbled softly, his words clearly meant for her ears alone. “If you don’t want to touch me—”
“I…I don’t mind,” Selena breathed.
Daringly, she put one hand on his crotch and felt a truly enormous bulge under his tight trousers. It reminded her of the incident on the shuttle, when the oatmeal alien had shoved her face-first between the big Kindred’s legs. Then, it had been acutely embarrassing—now, it felt dangerous but sexy.
“Master,” she murmured, looking up at him. “May I?”
“Go ahead, little one.” His voice was a soft growl and his eyes were intense as he held her gaze with his own. “If you really don’t mind, I would love to feel your soft little hand on my shaft.”
That was all the permission Selena needed. Reaching to the waist of his tight black uniform trousers, she found the connecting tabs and pulled them free. The big Kindred apparently went commando, because there was no underwear in the way. So when she pulled the trousers apart, his long, hard cock came out at once, standing up like an exclamation point against his flat belly.
“Oh my God!” Selena stared at her prize. He was huge—hung-like-a-horse-porn star-huge! Seriously, she’d never seen such a big cock—was he even able to use it on anyone?
Would he be able to use it on me? whispered a little voice in her head.
Then Valen shifted restlessly and she realized she was just sitting there staring at his shaft instead of stroking it, like she was supposed to be.
“Forgive me, Master,” she breathed, reaching for him. “I was just…surprised at how big you are.”
“All Kindred warriors are well-endowed,” he growled. “It’s one reason we value a female who is a numalla so much.”
“A numalla?” Selena asked. He was hot and hard in her hand, solid as a bar of steel, yet the skin of his shaft was petal soft. He was so thick she couldn’t fit her fingers all the way around him, but she did her best to stroke him up and down anyway, enjoying the way he felt in her palm.
“A numalla is a female who makes a copious amount of pussy honey,” Valen told her in a low voice. His eyes met hers as he spoke. “Like you do, little one.”
“Oh,” Selena whispered, not sure what to say. Her heart was pounding so hard it seemed to be shaking her whole body and she could smell his warm, masculine spice—it surrounded her, making her slightly dizzy. “Kindred men—males I mean—like a…a numalla because she, uh, gets really wet?” she asked, making sure she understood him.