“I…I guess that would be acceptable,” she said. “But we should still get the Heart-finder. I promised I would help you get it and a deal’s a deal.”
Also, she wanted them to have a way to find another Queen if things didn’t work out—which she was 99% certain they wouldn’t.
“Very well, my Lady.” Tem nodded agreement and Rive did as well.
“We will abide by your wishes,” he said. “If a period of courtship is necessary to assure you of our devotion, we must and will observe it.”
The two of them looked at V’rone, who nodded shortly.
“Fine by me—I’m the one who suggested it in the first place—even though it’s a fucking waste of time.” He blew out a breath and tugged on his horns some more. “I guess we’d better get down to Yonnie Six and see if Mistress Bodikin likes what we have to offer.”
Terra nodded, relieved that they were all in agreement. But inside, she couldn’t help feeling a little shaky. Had she actually agreed to give the three huge Monstrum a chance to win her heart? Wasn’t that crazy?
Crazy or not, you agreed to it and now you have to live with the consequences, she told herself.
She had no idea how quickly those consequences would come back to bite her in the ass.
THIRTEEN
“Now then, which of your bodyslaves will be kissing which of your body parts when you pay obeisance?” the liveried servant demanded.
He was a snobby little man, shorter than Terra herself, wearing a dark blue and gold uniform and a perfectly enormous, powdered wig. The wig alone was tall enough to raise his total height to that of one of the Monstrum, who were all gathered behind her in a protective semi-circle.
But it wasn’t the servant’s wig that bothered her so much as his words.
“Excuse me, what?” Terra demanded. “What did you say?”
“Which will be kissing what?” the servant demanded. “Must I really spell it out for you, Mistress Terra? Which of these bodyslaves will kiss and lick your pussy slit and which will suck your nipples when I introduce you to Mistress Bodikin?”
“Which of them will…but why is that necessary?” Terra demanded desperately. “I thought such, uh, displays were only made during public appearances?”
“Or when you are meeting a member of the Sacred Seven—the ruling body of Yonnie Six,” the servant snapped. “Which Mistress Bodikin happens to be. Do you dare to disrespect her by refusing to observe these sacred protocols? If so, then I cannot allow you to enter her presence!”
“No, no!” Terra said hastily. “I just…I didn’t think…just give me a moment to consider,” she said. She turned to find that all three Monstrum were staring at her intently.
All three were shirtless, wearing only the tight leather trousers and the fake pain collars around their throats. And each of them was carrying a small but extremely heavy chest—apparently they hadn’t been joking about the gold, platinum, and jewels they were willing to trade for the Heart-finder.
Which one of them should she pick to get between her legs? None of them said anything, but they were all looking at her hungrily and when she caught V’rone’s eyes, he deliberately licked his lips. Remembering the passionate way the Brawn of the colony had kissed her mouth sent a shiver down’ Terra’s spine. If V’rone kissed her pussy like he’d kissed her mouth, she was likely to fall over! So he was out.
Rive might be a good choice—in fact, she was sure he would be. But under his intellectual exterior, an almost frightening passion was lurking. And if all of them went as crazy for their Queen’s “honey” as they claimed, that might be risky as well.
Tem was the one, she decided at last. He was the sweetest and the most considerate of the three. Also the least frightening, whispered a little voice in her head.
“Very well,” she said, turning back to the servant, who was tapping the curly toe of his ridiculous golden shoe impatiently against the marble floor of the entry hall. “I’ve made my decision. Rive and V’rone will kiss my breasts and Tem will…” She cleared her throat self-consciously. “Will kiss my panties.”
Behind her back, she heard V’rone muttering enviously and Rive telling him that they would get their turn in time. Tem leaned forward and murmured in her ear,
“I am honored, my Lady.”
“That’s enough chatter from your bodyslaves!” the servant hissed, before Terra could think what to answer. “Come—my Mistress awaits in the Grand Receiving Chamber!”
Then he marched off down the long hallway, the tap-tap-tap of his curly-toed golden shoes echoing from the walls and the vaulted marble ceiling.
Terra hurried to keep up and the colony came right behind her, all of them carrying the chests filled with precious trading materials.
As she went, Terra tried not to think about what was going to happen when they reached Mistress Bodikin’s receiving chamber. She just hoped they could get everything over quickly and get down to the trading so they could get the Heart-finder and go home!