If I have to sit in the bath and let those damn wash blossoms suck my nipples and nether regions without Need here to help me afterwards, I’ll go crazy, she told herself. I’ll just sneak down the hall and take a super fast sonic shower and come right back again.
Of course the sonic waves against her bare flesh were plenty stimulating too, but she was better able to shield her sensitive parts from the waves than from the blossoms, which she was forbidden to be rough with. And since the blossoms were so delicate, that meant she was forced to just sit in the tub and let them have their way with her.
She did that most nights, because a bath was much more pleasant than the sonic shower and because Need was always there to help her take the edge off her desire afterwards. In fact, sometimes the big Kindred came and watched her bathe—an activity which aroused both of them since Lan’ara felt both vulnerable and sexy with the blossoms stimulating her and her man watching.
Afterwards, Need couldn’t wait to put his tongue between her thighs and taste her honey—sometimes he even sat her on the edge of the tub and did it while the wash blossoms continued to suck her nipples. Lan’ara would moan and run her fingers through his thick hair—he never seemed to get tired of lapping her pussy. And however many times she came, he always wanted her to come just once more.…
“That’s right, girl,” he would growl, looking up at her. “That’s right…come for me one more time while I taste your soft little pussy. Come all over my face…”
Stop it—stop thinking of it! Lan’ara ordered herself sternly. You’re only making the flower inside hungrier—more needy. And you know there’s nothing you can do about it until Need comes back because no touch but his makes it better.
Which was completely true. She had tried touching herself in the past several days—something she never would have even considered in her life before. But though her own fingers on her heated flesh felt good, she could never quite reach the peak of pleasure on her own. The orgasms which came so easily when Need was touching or tasting her, eluded her without him. It seemed that her body craved his touch and his alone.
But it was time to stop wishing for Need and get her shower—if she dared, Lan’ara told herself. Fixing her mind firmly on other things, she wrapped the big Kindred’s shirt tightly around herself and set off quickly down the corridor.
Thankfully, she didn’t meet anyone on her way to the small sonic shower. She slipped inside the alcove, doffed Need’s shirt, and adjusted the controls for a medium-strength shower, which was about all she could stand. At maximum strength, the sonic waves nearly knocked her over.
After washing herself all over—(and trying not to get too stimulated in the process)—Lan’ara slipped Need’s shirt back on and peeked out into the corridor to be certain no one was coming.
No one was, and she was just about to slip out and run straight back to Need’s quarters, when she happened to glance in the other direction and saw that Drung’s door was ajar.
Her heart leapt up into her mouth. Oh Gods and Goddesses, had the huge Trollox somehow come back without her hearing him? But how was that possible? He always made so much noise and his heavy tread shook the entire ship when he walked. Also, you could always hear him moving around in his room, swearing and talking to himself when he was there. Lan’ara supposed that talking to yourself would be an occupational hazard if you had three heads but still…
You haven’t heard him because he isn’t here, whispered a little voice in her head.
There’s no way he could have gotten back to his room without making a sound—he’s too big and clumsy. Maybe he just left the door to his room open because he was in such a hurry to get to that Trollox whorehouse.
Yes, that sounded about right, Lan’ara thought to herself. And he was probably there still, amusing himself with some poor girl. She hoped at least the girls there were also Trollox—they would probably be able to handle a nasty customer like Drung better than a normal humanoid female would.
So thinking, she was about to head back down the corridor to Need’s quarters for the second time, when something in the Trollox’s room caught her eye. It was the shiny liquid crystal screen of her file—Lan’ara would have known it anywhere.
She froze in place, half in and half out of the sonic shower’s alcove. Her body was turned towards Need’s quarters but her head was pointed towards Drung’s room.
My file! Her heart started to pound. Never in all her time at Twyleth Tigg had she been allowed to read her own information. But contained on the small, liquid crystal display screen was everything Lan’ara needed so desperately to know about herself.