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  Zor sat up, stretched his muscles and yawned. “Call for some Kefas. We’ve a blessed need for a bath. You will bathe with us, brother?”

  “Twill be an honor.” Kil inclined his head formally, then turned to summon the slaves.

  * * * * *

  Kyra lay naked on her side, propped up on one elbow, partaking of breakfast with Zor and Kil. Fresh out of the bath, she felt languid and dreamy as she lay in a bed of soft vesha hides on the floor. The men were naked as well, as was the norm when breakfasting together after bathing.

  Kyra smiled secretly, bemused by the fact that after the Kefas had brought her to peak for the men’s viewing pleasure, it had taken Kil five climaxes before he felt sated enough to dine. Poor guy. When she looked at the situation from his perspective, it must be difficult to be forced by the law to observe all the formalities of a husband, but receive none of the benefits of it.

  They dined on vintage matpow, creamy cheeses, and thick loaves of fragrant bread. Not to mention sweet fruits—fire-berries included—and a delicious stew of some sort. It was the only full meal she and Zor had partaken of in days.

  Leha, a beautiful topless servant with tanned skin, silky blonde hair, and large breasts that sported perfectly rounded nipples, came flying into the bedchamber, her breasts bobbing up and down. Kyra happened to like the woman a lot and was therefore secretly plotting to cajole Zor into setting her up financially when her five Yessat years worth of service were up.

  “Your Majesty!” she beamed, smiling at Kyra as she ran toward her. “I have excellent news!”

  Kyra smiled, sitting upright. There was something about the glow in Leha’s eyes that told her she wasn’t exaggerating. “What is it?”

  “’Tis King Dak!”

  Kyra’s eyes widened. “He’s here?!” She took to her feet, smiling from ear to ear.

  “What’s this?” Zor frowned, a scowl smothering his features. “I do not think that I care o’er much for your excitement over seeing my brother, nee’ka.”

  “Aye,” Kil seconded. He winked at Kyra. “Most especially when she treats me with disrespect.”

  “Hush you two.” Kyra waved her hand, indicating they were to be quiet. The brothers looked at each other and grinned. Kyra turned back to Leha. “Well. Tell me!”

  Leha laughed. “He has brought his Sacred Mate!”

  That caused a murmur amongst the men. Kyra held up a hand to silence them. “And?!” she prodded, grabbing the servant by the arms. “Is it Geris? Is it my best friend?”

  “Aye!”

  Kyra squealed, jumping up and down in her excitement—an action that caused both warriors a painful erection. “Oh my god!” she beamed. “Leha, please help me find a qi’ka. I want to go to her right now!”

  “What’s this?” Zor asked, somewhat bewildered. “Do you speak of the comely onyx wench who was with you when I claimed you?”

  Kil sat up, clearly intrigued. Two of his brothers had found their women in the first dimension? Hmm.

  “Yes!” Kyra clapped her hands together and jumped up and down again. Both men groaned. “Dak said because of the fact he was too busy scanning for threats, he didn’t test Geris to see if she was his Sacred Mate. We talked the other day, a week ago I guess, and he told me he planned to return to first dimension earth to see if she was his!” Her words were tripping out over each other in her excitement. “And she is!”

  Leha bounded over, a black qi’ka in her arms. She helped Kyra put it on. “’Tis for a certainty Queen Geris seems not at all pleased with King Dak’s insistence that she belongs to him. Nor does she have a care for the wearing of her qi’ka.”

  Kyra grinned. “I’ll just bet.”

  “She has been ranting in the great hall about certain unalienable rights—whatever in the sands those are—and demands to speak to the ‘mutha fucka’ in charge.” Leha blushed, turning to Zor. “That t’would be you, Your Majesty.”

  Zor grunted. “Your best friend is daft, nee’ka, does she think I will let her forsake Dak and leave.”

  Kyra waved dismissively. “I remember being just as angry, Zor. She’ll get over it. Besides,”—she turned and grinned—“they must not have joined yet.”

  Chapter 21

  Kyra, Zor, and Kil entered the great hall in time to witness Queen Geris having a royal fit of temper. She was standing on top of the raised table, preparing to throw an extremely expensive bottle of vintage matpow to the ground. Her bridal necklace was glowing an ominous red, indicating that her husband was pissed.

  “Ger-is,” Dak reprimanded in his most chastising tone, “you will put my brother’s bottle of matpow down anon, else will you be grounded from your woman’s joy for a full sennight after the joining.” He crossed his arms over his chest and frowned formidably.

  Kyra was amused to note that her best friend actually hesitated. Then, scowling, Geris hoisted the bottle higher into the air, preparing to render it to shards.

  “Please don’t,” Kyra grinned, making her presence known, “that happens to be my favorite label.”

  Stunned, after having thought she’d been tricked into coming to Tryston by Dak, Geris whirled around. “Kyra?” she asked quietly, disbelieving what she was seeing.

  “Ger?” Kyra took a step forward.

  “Kyra!” Geris beamed, smiling from ear to ear.

  “Ger!”

  The two women squealed, running toward each other at top speed. When they met, they danced around in a circle, hugging and laughing. Dak grabbed the bottle of matpow out of his recalcitrant wife’s hand while she was distracted.

  “Kyra!” Geris laughed, running her hand down the side of her best friend’s face to make certain she was really there. “It is you, girl!”

  “And it’s you!” Kyra beamed, tears streaming down her face. “I missed you so much!”

  The two women chattered nonstop, taking seats by the raised table. Dak turned to his two brothers, and strolling toward them, rolled his eyes. “If you thought the taming of Kyra was a trial, then would your head have the ache whilst taming my nee’ka.”

  Zor chuckled low in his throat. “She is, uh, tenacious.”

  “Aye.”

  “But lovely,” Kil added, his glowing blue eyes flicking over her dark, statuesque form. “Quite lovely.”

  “Aye,” Dak replied dreamily, hugging the brother he hadn’t seen in well over a Yessat year. “My wee one is a beauty for a certainty.”

  Kil clapped him on the back, shaking his head. “Do all women of first dimension earth possess such rare skins?”

  “Nay,” Zor supplied for his brother, “though many do.”

  “’Tis true,” Dak expounded, ruminating over what he’d seen. “Even the beauties whose hues lie somewhere between the sekta and the onyx have a coloring much different from the bronzed women here.”

  “Interesting,” Kil murmured.

  At Dak’s sigh, both brothers turned questioningly, prodding him for information.

  “What ails you?” Zor asked.

  “We needs have a consummation feast tonight.”

  Zor scowled, knowing that meant that non-mated warriors would be touching his nee’ka. He hadn’t thought he’d have to endure this so soon after the last one.

  Kil, on the other hand, was licking his lips and rubbing his palms together. “And this is a problem how?”

  “I fear telling my nee’ka what transpires at one. You have seen her in a temper.” Dak groaned, clapping a hand to his forehead. “And that ‘twas but a mild one.”

  Kil chuckled. “Then do not tell her. Leave Kyra to prepare her.”

  “Or Ari,” Zor mused. “Ari will no doubt be here the soonest to bathe with her. Ah,” he grinned, “here comes the Chief Priestess now.”

  * * * * *

  Kyra had thought to tell Geris of what was going to happen tonight at the consummation feast when she spotted Ari strolling toward them. Having forgotten about that part of the ritual, she wetted her lips, getting nervous as to how she shoul
d proceed. In truth, she didn’t know what Geris would think about peaking with a priestess while being intimately massaged by slaves. She decided the reaction would not be a good one if she knew what was coming before it actually transpired.

  Kyra could sense that Geris already harbored attached feelings toward Dak. Her best friend repeatedly denied them, of course, even as her gaze would seek the golden-haired warrior out and flick over him dreamily. Kyra understood exactly what she was feeling and, because she did, could empathize with her best friend wholeheartedly. Of course, she also knew that once Geris joined with Dak, she would never again seek to leave him. Kill him, perhaps, but never leave him.

  Whether out of a selfishness to keep her here or out of an altruistic desire to see her best friend happy, Kyra decided not to do anything that might rock the boat. If they could just get through this day and Geris and Dak became successfully joined, all would be well.

  So, rather than say anything that might caused Geris to put out her prickles like a porcupine, she simply patted her hand and smiled at her, figuring she’d leave the rest up to Ari. “Here comes the Chief Priestess.” Kyra cleared her throat. “I believe she’ll want to speak with you in private.”

  * * * * *

  Kyra grimaced when she saw the look of rampage on Geris’s face as she came charging toward her. Feigning ignorance, she pretended not to see her, whistling as she looked around the cavernous great hall.

  The consummation ceremony had just begun, but nothing had transpired yet, as they had all been waiting on the guest of honor to arrive. Now here she was, huffing as she took her seat next to Kyra.

  Kyra couldn’t hold it in any longer. She gave up the fight and giggled. “Ger!” She grinned mischievously. “Have a nice bath?”

  Geris harrumphed. Crossing her arms under her breasts, she set her chin at a stubborn angle. “How,” she asked as she leaned in toward Kyra and whispered through set teeth, “could you not prepare me for that?”

  Kyra had the good grace to blush. “I was afraid you wouldn’t take it well.”

  “Wouldn’t take it well?” she squeaked. “Girl, you know I’m a Southern Baptist. My mama would roll over in her grave if she knew what I did in there with that priestess woman!”

  Kyra’s mind flicked ahead to what Geris might possibly end up doing with Ari tonight during the joining. Telling herself she was remaining silent for Geris’s own good and not because she was chickening out, she decided not to mention it. “Yes, well, that’s the last time you’ll have to bathe with Ari.” That much was true.

  “Is it true about those slaves? They are enchanted women? They don’t have brains or emotions?”

  “It’s true.” Kyra nodded succinctly.

  Geris let out a breath, relaxing somewhat. “Thank God for that. But what about them?” Her hand waved toward the other side of the dining hall where the topless bound servants were beginning to file in to see to the warriors, mated and non-mated alike. “You can’t tell me they aren’t real.”

  Kyra briefly explained what a bound servant was. Geris either accepted her answer better than Kyra had thought she would, or the new bride was feeling too overwhelmed by the enormity of it all to question her further.

  Kyra turned Geris’s attention by introducing her to Tia, as well as to some of the other royal nee’kas of her acquaintance. Most of the bridal party was already mated, though a few non-mated women took part in the festivities as well. Once Geris’s attention was thoroughly ensconced in conversation, Kyra’s eyes flicked towards the groom’s party across the room.

  All of the men had Kefas and bound servants administering to them. Zor, of course, was the one Kyra’s attention was focused on, taking in the sight of him through semi-narrowed eyes. She was jealous. Not to mention turned on. Two volatile emotions when brought together.

  Zor had no Kefas administering to him, only bound women tonight. A brunette was pillowing him from behind, her hands massaging his expansive shoulders, while Leha sat in his lap and giggled. Zor smiled back at her, then sucked on her nipples, leaving a popping sound echoing in its wake when he released them.

  Parting her qi’ka, he showed off her nest of blonde curls to Kil. “Fair tempting,” he grinned, running his hands through her intimate hair. Bidding her to part her thighs, Zor rubbed Leha’s labia and clit until she moaned, climaxing on his hand.

  Kyra couldn’t believe how aroused she was getting, watching the scene unfold. Actually, she could believe it, having discovered her lust for watching the night she and Zor had joined. She felt jealousy as well, but it was growing less and less acute, washing away as pleasure took over.

  Leha was passed over to Kil, Kil having wanted her since first he saw her and her bobbing breasts running into the royal bedchamber this morn. Leha lay in his arms with her legs spread, smiling up at him, as the warrior fondled her woman’s bud, pressing on it with the pad of his thumb. She groaned, peaking for him three times before he next spoke to her.

  “I vow, beautiful Leha, you are a comely wench. Would you like to be mine for the remainder of my stay here, sharing the vesha hides with me?” he rumbled.

  “Aye,” she breathed out. “If you would have me, ‘twill be you I call master whilst you are here.”

  “Then call me master,” Kil growled, stroking her swollen labia. “And attend to my staff before I spill my life-force in my pants.”

  Leha giggled, then did as she was bade.

  Zor was currently holding two sensuous twins on his lap, taking turns sucking at their nipples while they stroked his freed shaft. It was Kyra’s understanding that the duo had been obtained by Kil while warring on Tron.

  Kyra felt the familiar heat in her belly pooling as Zor closed his eyes and lay his head back on the brunette who was pillowing him. The twins were now taking to their knees, one of them sucking up and down the length of his cock while the other one attended to his scrotum. “Mmm,” he purred, “’tis bliss, your mouths.”

  The brunette that was pillowing Zor began stroking his chest, running her fingertips across his hard nipples as the twins continued to suck. A few minutes later, Zor was climaxing and the voracious twins were switching who got to do what. “Do not be too greedy for my seed,” he teased, “I needs have some left for my nee’ka.”

  “What in the hell,” Geris intoned in a hiss, “is going on over there?”

  Startled out of her arousal, Kyra craned her neck to study Geris. Her best friend was currently watching the scene across the dining hall with a look of fascinated horror on her face.

  “It’s a part of the consummation ceremony,” Kyra murmured. “The warriors are brought to climax by the servants and slaves.”

  “Sweet Jesus. Are those the warriors with no mates?”

  “Uh, no.”

  Geris squinted, then realized it was Zor she was watching spurt his orgasm into the mouth of a servant. “Girl, your husband just…just…just…” When Geris’s jaw dropped open, Kyra bit her lip, knowing her best friend had spotted Dak.

  “Bastard!” Geris snapped, jumping to her feet. “Two-timing dog!”

  Dak paled, grimacing even as he climaxed. “’Tis naught but tradition, my hearts!” he called out on a moan from across the great hall.

  “Tradition my ass!” Geris screamed, her eyes smoldering him where he sat. “Get that blue bitch off you now!”

  Kyra and Tia pulled Geris back down into her seat. “’Twill be all right,” Tia informed her soothingly. “Kyra did have much the same reaction, though one not quite so loud.” At Geris’s frown, Tia hastened to add, “you will get your revenge the soonest.”

  “Oh really?” Geris scowled, crossing her arms under her breasts. “How?”

  Kyra and Tia looked at each other and then at Geris, giggled and simultaneously informed her, “you’ll see.”

  Chapter 22

  Geris, it seemed, took the revenge business very seriously. Whereas most new brides would be content trysting with the non-mated warriors on a reclining cot, Geris had
demanded that the table be cleared so she could lie up there, making certain Dak and every other warrior across the great hall had an excellent view of her, Jek, Mik, Gio, and another warrior unfamiliar to Kyra, going at it.

  Dak was standing across the chamber, his hands folded across his massive chest, a tic in his cheek working furiously. Smiling to herself, Kyra turned on her heel to go back to her seat and instead found herself being lifted up into Cam’s massive arms.

  Laying her down on a reclining cot, he deposited himself next to Kyra and propped up on one elbow to gaze down at her. “Do not be angry with me any longer,” Cam pleaded in a sad, quiet tone. Parting the skirt of her qi’ka, he ran his fingers through her pelt of fire-berry hair and groaned. “’Tis killing me inside.”

  “Is it?” she breathed out, inhaling sharply when Cam began to stroke her intimately, massaging her clit.

  “Do you like that?” he whispered thickly. “By the goddess, how I wish I could stick my rod into you. You’ve no idea how many moon-risings I have brought myself to peak thinking only of you.”

  “Oh, Cam.” Kyra ran her hand over his handsome jaw, not certain what to say. This was evidently the Trystonni version of a first crush and he was obviously taking it seriously.

  Spreading her legs wide to accept his questing fingers inside, they both groaned when she gyrated her hips. “Have you made love with your new servants yet?” she asked breathlessly.

  “Nay. We are supposed to go pick out the ones we want in a few moon-risings, yet can I not work up an appetite for it with you mad at me.” His fingers still exploring the inside of her pussy, Cam used his other hand to remove the fragile qi’ka top and throw it away from them. He groaned. “I have thought of these hard berries every moon-rising since last I suckled from them.” Inclining his head, he closed his eyes and curled his tongue around one erect nipple, sucking from her chest like a weaning babe.

  Kyra bit her lip. Cam really did have it bad for her. He was such a sweetheart that the last thing she wanted was for him to walk around pining away for her. The realist in her argued that Cam’s crush no doubt stemmed from the fact that she was the only humanoid female in constant contact with him. Prancing around all but naked while being near him couldn’t have helped matters much. Cam definitely needed to go pick out his servants.