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T’ZAREN

T’zaren cradled Lucille to his chest, a feeling of possessive tenderness filling him. She was so small—so fragile and yet sostrong. He admired the way she rose to meet the circumstances of their mission. He had thought that she laughed too much and was too light-hearted to be aS’rentha, but now he saw that she had both grace and strength.

Not many females would have been able to deal with the situation at dinner with such equanimity—after all, they barely knew each other and yet she had been required to let him penetrate her. But instead of refusing or making some excuse that might have jeopardized their mission, Lucille had mounted him and allowed his secondary shaft to fully penetrate her. And she had remained strong, even through the entropy chair-fucking incident.

He was worried about her now, though. A woman of his own people would have had no trouble taking as much cream as he had shot into Lucille. But she was human—and infinitely more fragile. Also, she hadn’t had his primary shaft and his seed inside her to help neutralize the effects of the warming liquid.

Because it was used in bonding, the warming cream his secondary shaft secreted was not just a lubricant but also an aphrodisiac. One whose effects would increase exponentially if he couldn’t neutralize them.

I’ll wash her in the bathing tub if they have one,T’zaren thought.Hopefully that will be enough.

But what if it wasn’t? There were only two ways to neutralize the effects of the warming cream and he didn’t think Lucille would like either one. Still, there was nothing to do but try.

He just hoped that a bath would work and he wouldn’t have to resort to more desperate measures.

THIRTY

LUCY

Lucy woke up in a vast marble tub filled with warm water to see T’zaren bending over her with an anxious look on his face.

“How are you feeling?” he asked when she opened her eyes.

“I…I think I’m okay.” She looked around woozily. “What’s wrong with me? Why do I feel so dizzy…” She shifted her hips and winced. “And so swollen between my legs?”

T’zaren looked grim.

“I’m afraid it has to do with my warming cream. The liquid I filled you with when I came in you,” he added.

“Uh, yes—I know what you mean,” Lucy said, remembering all the cream that had poured from her pussy after the entropy chair had forced him to fill her so vigorously.

“I thought I was just, uh you know, tender because of how the chair made you…you know…”

“Fuck you,” he finished helpfully. “Yes, that’s certainly part of it. But the other part is the fact that my warming cream isn’t just a lubricant—it’s also an aphrodisiac and a muscle relaxer. It’s meant to help you stretch to receive my primary shaft, but it has…other effects as well.”

“What effects?” Lucy asked suspiciously. She was beginning to get an anxious feeling about this.

“For one thing, it’s going to make you wish to be fucked again—with something bigger and for a much longer time. Which is exactly what would happen if I were filling you with my primary shaft and bonding you to me,” T’zaren said.

“What? But we barely know each other!” Lucy sat up in the bath, slopping warm water over the edge of the marble tub. “We can’t get bonded—you said Iwasn’tyourS’renthaand I never would be!” she reminded him.

T’zaren scowled.

“I know what I said,” he muttered. “I’m not suggesting that we should bond, I’m just saying that your body willwantto bond if we can’t neutralize the effects of the warming cream.”

“Well how can we do that?Ohhh…” Lucy put a hand to her head. Sitting up so quickly had made her dizzy but that wasn’t her only problem. Between her legs, she was throbbing and aching—her pussy felt swollen, especially her clit, which was incredibly sensitive. Even the gentle brush of the bathwater against it felt overwhelmingly intense.

“I was hoping that getting you in a bath and washing you off would help,” T’zaren admitted. “Has it?” he asked, looking at her intently.

Lucy bit her lip.

“I don’tthinkso. I’m all hot and achy between my legs,” she admitted. “And I’m still really dizzy.”

He looked grim.

“I was afraid of this. You took too much of my cream in your pussy. If you had washed it away immediately it might have been all right but—”

“But we couldn’t leave the table so I had to sit there all through dinner with your, uh, cream soaking into my…uh, into me,” Lucy finished for him.


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