If all I had done was heal her, it wouldn’t have been a problem. But breathing on her knees wasn’t quite doing the trick, so I tried licking them instead. And then I just kept on licking and kissing, following her warm, feminine scent until I found myself right at the source—her sweet little pussy.
Thank all the Gods that ever were I told her to keep her underthings on. If she’d been naked, without even those wispy little lace panties between us, I don’t think I could have stopped myself. I would have buried my face between her thighs and devoured her.
But since I couldn’t actually dip my tongue into her honey well and taste her juices from the source, I was somehow able to pull back. I stopped even though every instinct I had was urging me to rip off those little panties and shove my tongue as deeply into her as I could and my shaft felt like it was strangling in my trousers. Somehow, I stopped.
I told her then that I couldn’t touch her or taste her anymore—that I didn’t want to bring on her glow and then hand her over to that bastard, Le’rank. I’m not handing her over anyway—not unless she’s dead set on going back to him. But I know good and well I shouldn’t start something I can’t finish.
Isla told me that once she starts glowing, she’s going to need to be bred. And for a Kindred, breeding means bonding. Annnnd…since I’m a Hybrid, any attempt at bonding is probably going to lead to a failed bonding, which is painful for everyone involved. I don’t even want to try it—I don’t want to hurt her when she’s already been hurt so much.
So even if I help her get away from Le’rank, it’s not like I can keep her for myself. Maybe I can take her to the Kindred Mother Ship—they’re welcoming to females in need. But then she’ll probably find some other warrior who wants to bond with her, who is able to bond with her…
Fuck! I don’t want another male’s hands on her—I want her for myself but I know I can’t have her!
All right, I have to stop thinking about all of that. Let me skip the part where she was trying on every fucking brassiere in her carry all cube and then decided to go without so that I could see the smooth slopes of her breasts and the tight points of her nipples through the silk of her gown…
Damn it! Come on, Sark, get hold of yourself. Yeah, let me skip that and go to the feast we just attended.
The Central Glade, as the Fenushians call it, is a huge clearing in the middle of their mountain-fortress jungle. It’s located directly below the mouth of the dead volcano and there was a silvery kind of moonlight shining down on a long table that was set out on the grass.
The rest of the light was provided by the most enormous light bugs I have ever seen. They were either tame or else they had been somehow tethered to the various trees that surrounded the table. They perched on the branches, fanning themselves with wings that were at least a meter in span. Their abdomens glowed a soft gold, contrasting with the silver light of Fenushia Alpha’s three moons shining down from above.
The table we were seated at, like so much of the Fenushians’ possessions, appears to have been made of scraps of metal, no doubt scavenged from some of the ruined cities that Tam’lah told us about. The sharp edges had been filed down and cunningly fitted together and there were two long, communal benches on either side which we all sat on.
Isla was seated by me on one side and I had Tam’lah’s male or One-Tail mate, Churr’um, on the other. Across from me sat Le’rank and beside him sat Feed’lix—the Two-Tailed male. I’m not certain, but I think he’s not only the leader of their Threesome but of the entire Fenushian people. At least, he sat in the dead center of the table and acted as the Master of Ceremonies through the whole feast and everyone seemed to pay attention when he spoke.
There were other Fenushians seated along the table, all of them arranged in Threesomes with a One-Tail or male, a No-Tail or female, and a Two-Tail, which is apparently their third sex. I wondered what kind of radiation had been in their weapons to cause such drastic mutations. I confess, I also wondered if it was still lingering in their air and water and food. I like my shaft just the way it is and I don’t need it splitting into two, which is apparently what happened to the first Two-Tail, whom they revere as their fertility god.