It was Tam’lah again, this time bringing our luggage, which we had left behind at the ships.
“Something special will be provided for the Festival of Fertility tomorrow,” she told us. “But you can wear your own clothing tonight. Hurry please—tonight’s feast will be starting momentarily and as the guests of honor, you must not be late!”
We thanked her and then she left us to get ready.
We began getting dressed and said no more about how we desired each other, though the tension was palpable in the room. I had other feelings too—now that I think of it, I am quite certain this was when I began having hints that the Second Sign of my glow was coming.
Remember I said earlier that my breasts felt heavy and my nipples were too sensitive? Well those feelings continued and grew, so much so that I was forced to take off the lace brassiere I was wearing, which had begun to feel too scratchy to bear against my tight peaks.
I saw Sark watching me, a hungry look in his eyes as I bared my full breasts, but he said nothing, though I saw a large bulge growing in the crotch of his black leather trousers.
I tried putting on another brassiere, but that one was too much for my newly-sensitive breasts too. Also, it didn’t want to fasten in the back. I frowned down at it as I tried to put it on—had it somehow shrunk? That was the only explanation I could think of, for surely my breasts hadn’t grown, had they?
At last I was forced to go without a brassiere—something I had never done in my life before. Even when I was a girl, I wore a silk kerchief wrapped around my budding breasts and now that they were so full and heavy with such large nipples, it seemed positively indecent to go without anything to bind them. But though I looked through my luggage, I couldn’t seem to find a brassiere that fit without chafing me horribly and at last I was forced to give up.
I wore a dark colored dress to try and hide the fact that I was brassierless—a cerulean blue silk gown trimmed in silver the exact color of my hair. It didn’t show the pink of my nipples but you could still see them, sticking out like stiff little points under the smooth, silky lace. Worse, the feel of the soft fabric against them seemed to stimulate my nipples, much as Sark’s hands and fingers had stimulated me the night before. It almost felt as though he was stroking me, teasing my points to even greater stiffness with every move I made.
This teasing pleasure, in turn, seemed to stimulate the rest of my body to react. I could feel myself getting wet and hot between my legs and I wished that I could feel Sark’s mouth on me again there—wished that he could taste me more deeply and without my panties between us.
Undoubtedly, these naughty thoughts and feelings helped to bring on the Second Sign of my glow. But I wonder if the foods and drink we were given at the banquet had anything to do with it as well?
If they did or not, I cannot say. I only know that now the Second Sign is upon me but I must not tell Sark, for he has vowed not to touch me again.
TWENTY-ONE
From the recorded logs of Sark, Hybrid Kindred Warrior and Security Specialist for Hire:
Something is going on in the fresher—I fucking know it is. Isla had been acting strange since the feast we just attended and now she’s locked herself in the fresher and she’s been in there for the past hour.
At first I thought it might be that something we ate disagreed with her but now I’m not so sure. I keep hearing these hurt little sounds coming from her. In a minute I’m going to demand that she tell me what’s going on but I’ll give her a little more time while I record what happened this evening.
First of all, before we even went to the feast, I nearly broke my vow not to touch her again while I was healing her knees.
And let’s talk about that—I shouldn’t have been able to heal her. Many different kinds of Kindred have healing abilities but my kind, the Drake Kindred—(or half my kind I guess I should say)—are only able to heal a female with the help of the Drake they keep inside them. A fire or ice breathing Drake has what is commonly called the “Healing Breath” which can be used to heal a female they are interested in or mated to.
But as I’ve said before—I have no Drake!
And yet I was able to heal Isla anyway. I don’t know what possessed me to even try it—I don’t know what I expected to happen. But I sure as hell didn’t expect it to really work—I think I was as surprised as she was when I was able to heal her knees and the palms of her hands just by breathing on them.