“What happened to the other three delegations?” Rarev inquired blandly.
“Why, they’re still here waiting, of course!” The Mining Director spoke as though it was common knowledge. “Waiting to compete in the trials. And since we have enough contestants now, we can finally commence them.”
“The trials?” Em asked. “Er…what do you mean?”
“I mean—” the Mining Director began but just then his wife began to gasp and moan steadily as she clutched at the countertop. “Excuse me,” he said to Em and Rarev. “She’s about to orgasm. Give me just a moment.”
All this was said with a completely straight face and in the same tone another businessman might excuse himself to take a call. It was as though the Mining Director had to stop business meetings to attend to his wife’s orgasms all the time. Well, maybe he did, Em speculated.
The Mining Director put his hands on his wife’s shoulders, bent her completely over on the waist-high clear counter so that her face was pressed to the countertop, and started railing her as hard as he could, his face contorted in a sneer of effortful pleasure that was absolutely fearful to behold.
“That’s right!” he panted and took one hand from her shoulder to slap her plump behind which jiggled like blue Jell-O. “That’s right, baby—come for me! Come hard for Papa.”
His choice of words quite put Em off and made her cheeks heat. She hoped that they hadn’t mistaken the connection here but no, the Mining Director had introduced the woman he was currently screwing as his wife at the beginning of the interview. She was certain of that much, at least.
She was trying to look anywhere other than the scene playing out in front of her and she happened to glance in Rarev’s direction. To her surprise, Em saw that he wasn’t watching the sex act going on in front of them at all—he was watching her with a thoughtful look in his golden eyes.
She frowned at him and hissed, “What are you looking at?” from the corner of her mouth, trying to keep her voice down. Though honestly, she probably could have shouted it at the top of her lungs and the Mining Director and his wife probably wouldn’t have noticed it, she thought.
“I’m watching you, Emilia—watching your reactions,” Rarev murmured. “I have heard that your people are somewhat…shall we say, repressed. I find it very interesting to observe you in these circumstances.”
No doubt the circumstances he meant were the fact that they were currently watching a live sex show, Em thought.
“You’re being ridiculous,” she whispered. “Stop looking at me like that.”
“But I like looking at you,” Rarev purred. “Your cheeks are pink, which is most becoming. I think you’re embarrassed.”
“That’s none of your business,” Em hissed, but she couldn’t help putting a hand to her face and feeling how warm it was. Yes, she was most certainly blushing. She had seen many things in her time, but she had never been subjected to the kind of display going on across the counter from them. A display that was currently reaching its climax, she saw.
“Ahhhhh!” the Mining Director’s wife moaned, backing to meet him as he thrust into her. “Ahh, yes, my love—yes, take me! Harder!”
The Mining Director reached around and began rubbing vigorously between her thighs, clearly stimulating her as he thrust into her.
“Come for me!” he chanted. “Come for me, come for me, Come…For…ME!”
With a wail, his wife complied. Her entire body stiffened as she strained against him. Then, trembling and moaning, she collapsed bonelessly across the counter…and actually melted into a puddle of blue goo!
10
“Oh my goodness!” Em leaned forward, looking uncertainly at the remains of the Mining Director’s wife. Had he killed her somehow with the extremely intense orgasm? “Is she, er, quite all right?” she asked uncertainly.
Rarev seemed to have the same thought because a low growl rumbled in his throat and he glared at the Mining Director.
“What have you done to her?” he demanded.
Belatedly, Em remembered that the Kindred were protective of all females—even those they had no personal connection too. She really hoped they hadn’t just witnessed some kind of a murder because then Rarev might feel compelled to avenge the poor woman who had dissolved right before their eyes and they would never get their hands on the Yillium.
But the Mining Director seemed unperturbed.
“Oh, she’s perfectly fine.” He began to scoop the blue goo up and smear it on his bare arms, where it stuck to him and seemed to become part of his own mass. “She’s a very hard comer, is my wife,” he went on. “She always melts at the moment of orgasm—it’s one of her best qualities.”
“But…where is she now?” Rarev asked, frowning. “Has she become part of you in some way?” He motioned to the way the Director was scooping the last of the blue goo onto his own body.