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  “Aye, but not in the way you are thinking. They are not possessed of mechanical parts.” Ari sighed, uncertain for the first time in her thousand earth years as to how she could explain her words. “Kefas are made of colored sand found in the borderlands. They have been enchanted by priestesses, created with the sole purpose of pleasuring. They have no thoughts, no feelings, no emotions. They do only as instructed. An amoeba on your earth would have more thought processes.”

  Kyra chewed that over. “And Zor has many of these enchanted women?”

  “Over three hundred.”

  “I see.” Her shoulders drooped a bit. The thought of Zor having sex with unreal women shouldn’t bother her, but it did.

  And then when six naked Kefa slaves strolled into the blue crystal chamber and joined them in the waters, Kyra decided that she minded fiercely. They might not have thoughts, but these enchanted women were beautiful.

  The slaves possessed bodies that glittered in whatever hue they favored. Standing in the waters with them were two females made of sparkling yellow, two made of glittering red, one made of shimmering lavender, and the last one of twinkling blue. All were beautiful. All were busty. And the priestess looked like Pamela Sue Anderson. This was definitely Hugh Heffner’s dream come true.

  Gritting her teeth, Kyra motioned toward Ari. “All of these Kefas have had sex with my husband?”

  “Of course.” Ari shrugged as if it was of no import. “As is the way of a warrior once joined to his Sacred Mate—as you will be this moon-rising following the consummation feast—Zor will turn only to you for his coupling needs.” She smiled, the gesture a soothing balm. “Truly is there no point in angering yourself over females in your Sacred Mate’s past, for if you do, you will be mad forever.” She shook her head and grinned. “I think the High King has taken to the beds of every of his six hundred slaves and servants.”

  “Good grief.”

  Kyra gasped as the blue woman splashed water onto her breasts, then rubbed the liquid into her pores. The feel of the Kefa’s hands rubbing over her nipples caused them to grow erect. Another pair of hands joined in, paying homage to her vagina. Embarrassed by her arousal, Kyra bit her lip and looked away.

  “’Tis a natural reaction to physical stimulation,” Ari demurred, as she closed her eyes and basked in the feel of three sets of hands gliding over every crevice of her body. The Chief Priestess’ puffy pink nipples turned taut and rouged. Unashamed of her pleasure, she splayed her thighs wide, giving the questing hands of the Kefas easier access to massage her intimately.

  Ari moaned and groaned, her eyes closed, her lips turned up in a slight smile. This was a woman who gloried in her sexuality.

  And when Ari’s tremors of pleasure began, Kyra understood what it was about voyeurism that drove adolescent boys and adult men back on earth to purchase risqué movies. There couldn’t be a more erotic or arousing sight than watching a woman so beautiful as Ari peak. Her nipples grew thick and stiff as a look of utter bliss passed over her features. Even the pungent scent of her arousal was intoxicating. It wasn’t necessary to be sexually attracted to women to appreciate the view aesthetically.

  Before she fully realized what she was doing, Kyra splayed her own thighs wide and allowed the Kefas to caress her intimately. She closed her eyes and gasped, the feel of so many hands toying with her nipples and pussy difficult to stay immune to. When she felt a mouth latch onto her clit, she shuddered, crying out softly with pleasure.

  When Kyra at last opened her eyes, it was to watch six pairs of naked Kefa derrieres leave the lulling waters of the pool. Apparently once their job was finished, they took off. Good grief. How embarrassing.

  Ari clucked her tongue and made a tssking sound. “’Tis best to get over your shyness, my friend, for you shall peak at every bath. A Kefa can do no less.” She shrugged. “Leastways, it is common for women to bathe together on Tryston. This is how we bond.”

  Kyra wouldn’t have been surprised if her eyeballs fell straight out of their sockets, they were bulging so animatedly. “By climaxing together?” she screeched.

  Ari grinned mischievously. “Can you think of a better way?”

  Kyra’s unhinged jaw clicked shut. Suddenly she couldn’t help herself. She had to laugh. Succumbing to a fit of the giggles, she covered her mouth with her hand. “Let me guess? Those that peak together, stay together?”

  Ari’s trill laughter sounded throughout the cavernous chamber. “Something like that, my friend.”

  “What is the cause of all the gaiety in here?” Zor’s deep voice boomed out his question as he strode toward the silvery pool.

  Standing up, Ari reached for Kyra’s hand, then sauntered from the waters with Zor’s Sacred Mate in tow. Stopping to stand before him, the Chief Priestess inclined her head out of respect. “We were merely becoming acquainted, sire.”

  Zor’s eyes flicked over Ari’s body. “You are looking well, as always.”

  “I thank you.” Inclining her head to Kyra, she smiled. “We shall speak more later. For now, your Sacred Mate and consummation feast awaits your attendance.”

  Kyra bit her lip, gnawing on it slightly. She didn’t want her only friend here to leave. “Won’t you be eating with us?” she asked quietly.

  “Nay,” Zor denied with a shake of his head. “Whereas it is our duty to dine and make merry with those below our station, the Chief Priestess is too exalted to do so. She will await us in our bedchamber for the joining.” With that, Zor reached out and plumped one of Ari’s nipples between two fingers, causing Kyra’s eyes to widen in shock. “You may go, Holy One.”

  Ari inclined her head. “Peace and prosperity unto you.”

  “And unto you as well.”

  Kyra threw Zor a disgruntled look at his touching of Ari’s breast, but forgot what he’d done just as quickly. She gasped instead as Ari’s form shimmered, then dissolved into thin air. “Good god. How did she do that?”

  Zor smiled down to his nee’ka, his eyes glazed over with their passion. “I cannot say.” Picking Kyra up, he thrust her chest toward his face and suckled on a ripe nipple. “Did the Kefas assigned to you pleasure you well, my hearts?”

  Kyra shook her head. She didn’t want to talk about that. She had had a difficult enough of a time discussing it with another woman. “Shouldn’t we go eat?” she squeaked out, somewhat flustered as Zor continued to suckle her breasts.

  “Mmm. I suppose so.” He sucked on both nipples one last time, then reluctantly set her down. “Come. Let us attire you properly before we join in on our consummation feast.”

  Chapter 11

  Kyra made quick friends with the beautiful, vivacious brunette named Tia, who she had spotted in the palace earlier. Tia was a lesser queen and cousin by marriage to Zor. Her Sacred Mate was called Jik and he was ruler of a colony on Tryston three days journey from Sand City.

  Tia turned out to be not only extremely open and friendly, but an invaluable educator as well. “Do you see those women that wear the skirt of the qi’ka but no top?” she whispered.

  “Yes.” Kyra frowned, not at all pleased by their presence. One of those topless females, who was very much alive and by no means enchanted, was using her large breasts as a pillow for Zor to lay his head back on. She stood behind his chair, massaging his massive shoulders and laughing at whatever sexual pun some warrior had just made.

  “They are not slaves, but neither are they free. They are always great beauties for they are acquired through wars and are then forced into servitude for five Yessat years time.” Tia shrugged her elegant shoulders. “Though most do choose to remain on Tryston even when their time is over, seeing to the needs of the non-mated warriors.”

  “I see.” Kyra filed away that bit of information. At least Tia had said the non-mated warriors, which completely excluded Zor after tonight. Of course, why should she care?

  Kyra scowled across the expanse of the room, noting that the infuriating man was currently kneading the buttocks of two Kefas st
anding to either side of him. First the Chief Priestess and now these slaves. Couldn’t the ogre keep his hands to himself? “Why is that topless woman who is not a Kefa massaging Zor if those servants only pleasure non-mated warriors?”

  “The same reason why a topless servant is massaging my Jik.” She grinned engagingly. “‘Tis the only time mated warriors play, at consummation feasts.”

  Ah. The Trystonni version of a bachelor party. Only these non-bachelors allowed other women to pawn them right in front of their wives eyes. “Doesn’t it bother you?”

  Tia glanced over to where the men at the table across the room were seated, segregated from their women as was the custom at all consummation feasts. That Jik allowed two Kefas situated on their knees at either side of him to suckle his engorged cock, didn’t even seem to register as a concern to the petite brunette. She shrugged. “’Tis no more than the Kefas of our household perform on him in the bathing chamber, for a certainty.”

  Kyra’s hands flew to her heart. “Ari, the Chief Priestess, said once a warrior joins he seeks his needs only with his Sacred Mate.”

  Tia nodded. “True. My Jik would never mount a Kefa, nor any other female bound to him by the holy law. Only me.”

  “You don’t consider that,”—Kyra waved her hand toward the table of men—“seeking his needs elsewhere?”

  Tia actually looked surprised. “By the sands, no!” She shook her head and giggled. “Did not the Kefas bring you to your woman’s joy at bath?”

  Kyra had the good grace to blush. Tia had a point, but she still didn’t care for the thought of one of those enchanted women performing oral sex on Zor. So when two Kefas dropped to their knees and disappeared under the table before her husband, her heart slammed painfully in her chest. It was true she hadn’t wanted to come to Tryston to begin with, but damn it, now that she was here and had no choice for the time being but to stay put, she was beginning to think of the man as hers.

  Tia sensed the High Queen’s hurt. She brushed her hand soothingly across her arm. “Kyra, you are truly upset, are you not?”

  She nodded.

  “Oh you poor dear.” Tia clasped Kyra’s hand in her own, thankful that none of the other nee’kas gathered around the women’s table were paying them any heed. She knew that realization would only further humiliate the High Queen. “Dearest Kyra, do not make more of this in your mind than is there. Look at them. They are but dolls.”

  Tia chuckled, trying to lighten the mood and make her friend understand. “You would get hurt because a lifeless creature suckles your Sacred Mate? Or even a lowly bound servant such as the one pillowing Zor with her breasts?” She patted Kyra’s hand soothingly. “I forget you do not yet know the pleasures that only a Sacred Mate can bring to her warrior. Once you are impaled upon Zor’s manhood, you will not concern yourself over the harmless play at consummation feasts, believe me.”

  Kyra glanced over to the table. She bit her lip indecisively.

  “The Kefas aren’t real,” Tia whispered in her ear. “They are but a trick of magic, fooling us into sensing them as actual forms. And the topless bound servants are held in no higher a regard.”

  “I’m not so sure that’s a good thing. They are women, after all.”

  “’Tis the casualty of war. ‘Tis life.”

  Kyra hated to admit it, but when viewed in that light, the weight on her heart eased somewhat. Tia was right. Jealousy over an enchanted female was like feeling threatened over a virtual reality game. And as for the bound servant, Zor didn’t appear to notice her beyond the cushioned softness of her breasts. Smiling tentatively, she covered her new friend’s hand with her own. “Thank you,” she said softly.

  “Do not mention it.” Tia grinned, searching her eyes. “’Tis only at consummation feasts, which are a rarity leastways, that our men get so randy with the bound servants and Kefas. Take heart.” She leaned in, lowering her voice to a wisp of breath. “Besides, we will have our turn to prick the tempers of our men.”

  “What do you mean?”

  Tia winked. “In a little while you will see, then again at the gentling will you know.”

  As Zor bellowed his climax throughout the dining hall, Kyra decided she couldn’t wait to find out.

  * * * * *

  A half an hour later, Kyra discovered exactly what Tia had meant. And she noted with smug satisfaction that Zor looked like he wanted to kill somebody, particularly the non-mated warrior whose lap she was perched on.

  “King Dak had the right of it, my High Queen.” The handsome warrior continued to stroke her thigh as he grinned unabashedly. “Your woman’s berries do have the look of ripe taka fruits.”

  Kyra smiled charmingly up at him. Funny how two days ago, perhaps even so little as yesterday, perhaps even just an hour ago, such a comment would have mortified her. Odd what climaxing at dinner tables and peaking with virtual strangers while bathing could do to a woman’s sense of propriety.

  Kyra glanced over her shoulder to be certain her odious husband was watching every moment of this scene. Oh yeah. He was. “Why thank you, Cam. How generous of you to say so.”

  “’Tis naught but the truth.” He flicked a taka fruit with his thumb, inspiring Kyra to yelp.

  Kyra threw the giant a reassuring smile when he gazed at her questioningly. Okay, so she wasn’t totally oblivious to mortification.

  Another warrior strolled up to where Kyra reclined across Cam’s lap and squatted down on his knees beside her. Running his hand over her thigh, he made an appreciative groan. Kyra noticed that the newcomer was fiercely erect. “I vow, my High Queen, I have never beheld such skin as yours.”

  Kyra glanced across the room. Zor was paying no mind at all to the topless servants rubbing up against him, hoping to entice him, thrusting their nipples toward his mouth. He was looking straight at her. He was in a rage. Good. “Thank-you. What is your name?”

  “I am Jek, son of Jik and Tia.”

  Kyra’s head snapped to attention. Her eyes bulged out. This warrior was full-grown! She kept forgetting that people age differently on Tryston than in other places. Still, to think that petite little Tia had a son this age…

  Kyra scanned the room and found Tia lying down on a narrow cot not very far away from her. She was proudly thrusting her breasts in the face of a besotted young warrior, giggling as he grabbed her by the waist and suckled them. Another warrior was reclining beside her, stroking her clit and grinning. Jik, a huge man in his prime, was seated across the room glaring daggers at the bold younger men.

  Kyra was still amazed that this went on. She was so lost in thought that she didn’t even notice when Cam parted her qi’ka, exposing her nether lips to the view of every non-mated warrior on the women’s side of the dining hall. She semi-registered the fact that Jek’s fingers had twined in her pubic hair and were stroking her like a kitty cat.

  Tia had explained that this part of ancient custom was done to work the mated warriors up into a frenzy. She boasted that she and Jik always had the best couplings when they took to their rooms after a consummation dinner. It was as if her warrior had something to prove, and of course, Tia was only too happy to oblige him.

  The feel of Jek’s fingers grazing her clit snapped Kyra back to the present. Realizing she was laying on Cam’s lap totally divested of her qi’ka, her legs now spread wide for every non-mated warriors’ viewing pleasure, she began to grow just a tad apprehensive. And alarmingly turned-on.

  “Fire-berries,” Jek whispered thickly, “’tis true as well.”

  “Fire-berries?” Kyra ruminated breathlessly. Clearing her throat, she forcefully brought her tone down to one that sounded slightly less aroused. “Fire-berries?” she inquired more calmly.

  “Aye.” Nestled between her splayed legs, he leaned over and made one long licking motion from the opening of her vagina to the tip of her clit. He swirled his tongue around before responding further. She sucked in her breath. “Dak claimed your pelt was the color of fire-berries. ‘Tis true, I
see.”

  “Oh.” To her dismay, Kyra realized she was having a rather difficult time keeping a thought in her head. Jek was talented, she’d give him that.

  The next thing Kyra knew, she was surrounded on all sides by towering, aroused giants, Dak included. Even as Cam suckled her right nipple and groaned in need, a handsome warrior she hadn’t yet been introduced to flicked his tongue across her left one, drawing the bud into his mouth.

  Kyra wanted to scream. She wanted to tell these men she wasn’t like this, that she didn’t enjoy this. But she couldn’t. It would have been a lie.

  It was hedonistically erotic.

  Lying naked and spread wide as a clan of lusty, handsome men fondled her intimately was more of a turn-on than she could say. It was a thousand times better than the bathing chamber incident.

  “Let me be the chosen one, Your Majesty.”

  Kyra somehow managed to open her glazed over eyes long enough to peer into Jek’s turned on, expectant face. “The chosen one?” she breathed out.

  “Aye.” Jek swirled his tongue around her clit, then suckled upon it as his fingers continued to delve into her fire-berry curls. Kyra grasped the back of his head, running her fingers through his jet-black hair.

  Jek looked up and grinned knowingly. “The non-mated warrior who gives you your woman’s joy before the High King breaches you.” His mouth dove between her thighs and suckled her thoroughly before coming back up for air. She moaned wantonly. “I have been known to bring as many as ten bound servants to their woman’s joy in one moon-rising, my High Queen. My mother has heard the stories. She can vouch for my lusty escapades.”

  Good grief! Imagine asking a mother from earth to rate how well she thinks her son performs oral sex. This was just too much. And yet Kyra couldn’t seem to ask Jek to stop laving at her pussy anymore than she could quit breathing. Her aroused body truly had a mind of its own.

  Tia had mentioned that at the consummation ceremony, couples didn’t take to their rooms until the warrior had been serviced by bound women and their nee’kas brought to their peak by non-mated warriors. The young, randy men looked forward to their part in the tradition, for it was the only time they were allowed to touch a mated woman. Did they come near her at any other time, the woman’s Sacred Mate would strike him dead.