“Now the skirt fits nicely too,” Lemesh remarked, smoothing it over Sarah’s full hips. She and Chandra had gotten Sarah to take off the baggy trousers, but Sarah was still wearing her nice cotton flower-print panties. “But those won’t do at all,” she added, frowning.
Sarah saw she was staring at her underwear and pressed her thighs together protectively. “I’d rather not take those off. My people don’t, uh, believe in going around without underwear.”
“We’ll give you some to take their place,” Chandra promised her. “But you absolutely cannot wear those to the palace! They don’t match at all—they ruin the look of the entire outfit.”
“Here—these are perfect for the palace.” Lemesh had brought out something which looked a little like a thong but instead of fabric in the back, it had a double strand of exotic-looking black and green pearls of all different sizes, from the circumference of a ball bearing to the size of a gumball.
“Really?” Sarah looked at the strange garment uncertainly as she reluctantly shed her own panties. “But if I wear that, won’t the uh, pearls go right up my behind?” The pearls in question were in a kind of long loop, she saw, making a kind of oval of little green and black spheres which was certain to be uncomfortable if it got into the wrong crevice.
“Up your behind?” Chandra started laughing. “Oh my dear,” she exclaimed as Lemesh helped Sarah step into the new underwear. “The honey pearls don’t go in the back—they go up the front.”
To her dismay, Sarah saw it was true. The double strand of pearls nestled in the center of her pussy slit against her outer lips. She was glad she kept her curls neatly trimmed into a small triangle because the new panties did nothing to hide her mound at all.
Well, at least they’re not up inside me, she thought and then Lemesh said,
“Wait, it’s a little too loose.”
“And you forgot to turn the honey pearls on,” Chandra added.
“Silly me—how could I forget?”
The Alquon clothier reached under the slit of Sarah’s gown and did something to the panties. Suddenly there was a slight humming sound and the double string of multi-sized black and green pearls cinched inward, sliding between Sarah’s outer pussy lips and coming to rest against her inner folds.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, shifting her hips quickly but that only made things worse. The pearls were vibrating—not a lot—but enough to cause a tingling sensation right against the pink button of her clit that made her feel like she suddenly had ants in her pants. There was one pearl on each side of her button and the strands seemed to be moving up and down as the pearls spun in circles, creating a double sensation that began driving her crazy in short order.
Suddenly Sarah felt like she had the night before when she’d been touching herself and trying to reach that elusive peak. She didn’t think the faint vibrations of the honey pearls would be enough to help her get to that peak or push her over, but they were certainly enough to make her uncomfortably aroused.
“Just perfect for the palace,” Chandra exclaimed. “Now all she needs is some nipple jewelry!”
“But…but…” Sarah stammered. “How, uh, what if I want to turn them off?”
“Why would you want to do that? They feel nice, don’t they?” Chandra giggled. “I love to wear my honey pearls! My pair partner, Kendro, says they make me so wet for him. Sometimes he fills me while I’m wearing them—won’t even let me take them off.” She winked at Sarah. “I bet your partner will feel the same.”
Mention of her “partner” made Sarah realize that she’d almost forgotten Sazar was standing behind her, waiting patiently for this whole process to be finished. Suddenly she remembered all over again that he was going to have to see her in this extremely revealing get-up and she felt herself blushing. What would he think of her? The clothing fit well, showing off her curves to the best advantage and the float dots made her full breasts perfectly perky, but it was all so revealing. And the honey pearls wouldn’t stop stimulating her, no matter how she shifted around. In fact, shifting her hips seemed to make their effects worse.
“Here we are!” Lemesh came back carrying a broad, flat black lacquered box. “I knew I had some non-piercing ones.”
She opened the box, revealing several sets of tiny gold and silver bands joined by chains, just like she and Chandra were wearing.
“Go ahead, pick a set,” she told Sarah. “I’d recommend gold because it will match with both outfits.”
“All right.” Feeling a sense of disbelief—as though she was trapped in a bizarre dream and couldn’t wake up from it—Sarah pointed to a set with a thin, filigreed golden chain attached to two thick gold bands. She had an idea that the thick bands might hurt less wrapped around her nipples than the tiny thin wire ones she also saw in the box.
“Excellent choice!” Chandra said. “Now we just need your pair partner to help put them on.”
“Oh, I…I can put them on myself, I think,” Sarah said quickly but Lemesh and Chandra only laughed at her.
“Now how can you do that? How are the bands going to adhere to your peaks without the help of your pair partner’s mouth?”
“What?” Sarah exclaimed but Chandra was already tugging on the back of Sazar’s robe, telling him to turn around.
The big Kindred didn’t move.
“Sarah?” he said, making her name a question and Sarah knew he was asking if she wouldn’t mind him seeing her in her present state of dress—or rather undress.
As it happened, she did mind—a lot—but again she reminded herself that she couldn’t scuttle the entire mission just because of her own personal sense of modesty.
I’m dressed like everyone else here, she reminded herself. Well, everyone else who’s female, anyway.
“Yes,” she said aloud in a voice that trembled only a little. “You…uh, you can look.”
Sazar turned slowly and Sarah bit her lip, waiting to hear what he would say. He was silent at first but his pale eyes widened as he took her in from head to toe, lingering briefly on her exposed breasts and the string of honey pearls nestled between her pussy lips. Finally he breathed a single word.
“Beautiful.”
“She is, isn’t she?” Lemesh smiled. “That dress really sets off her pink nipples, don’t you think, Commander Sazar?”
Sazar cleared his throat, his eyes drawn downward to Sarah’s bare breasts again.
“Indeed,” he said at last in a somewhat choked voice. “They are…lovely. Very full and ripe.”
For a moment Sarah thought she saw his eyes flash red again. Was that a sign of lust as well as a sign he was needing blood? Did it signal a different kind of hunger? The thought made her feel flushed and hot in all the wrong places and she wished she could cover herself with her hands but she knew that would look wrong. She and Sazar were supposed to be mated partners—she wouldn’t cover herself from her own husband, would she?
I guess not, Sarah thought, shifting her hips and wishing the honey pearls wouldn’t vibrate so much.
“All right, now that your partner has had time to admire you, we need his help getting this jewelry on,” Lemesh said briskly. She produced a small round bottle with a long thin tube attached to it which reminded Sarah weirdly of an old-fashioned perfume atomizer. Unscrewing the top, she pulled out a long, thin silver pin and motioned to Sarah. “Give me your finger please.”
“What? Why?” Sarah asked even as she held out her finger.
“I need a drop of your blood for the compound,” the clothier said. And before Sarah could protest, she stuck the pin into the pad of her right index finger.
“Ouch!” Sarah exclaimed, jumping.
Sazar came forward, his face like a thundercloud.
“I don’t appreciate you hurting my mate without getting her permission first,” he growled. “I have sworn not to allow even a single drop of her blood to spill.”
“Please don’t worry, Commander Sazar,” Chandra told him soothingly as Lemesh held Sarah’s bl
eeding finger over the black bottle and squeezed gently. “One drop is all it takes and we promise she will be well taken care of.”
“I need a drop of yours too,” Lemesh told him briskly. “Please give me your hand.”
“First I will heal my mate.” Stepping up to Sarah, Sazar took her wounded finger and sucked it gently into his mouth.
“Oh,” Sarah whispered as a tingle ran through her. God, it felt good when he healed her! And the intense way he was looking at her made her feel weak in the knees. His eyes flashed red again as he held her gaze.
“Your blood, Commander Sazar,” Lemesh reminded him impatiently.
“All right.” Sazar released Sarah’s hand and frowned as he extended his right index finger for the clothier.
“What is the purpose of this? Why do you need our blood?” he asked.
“Because…” Lemesh pricked his finger and allowed a drop of his blood to fall into the small black bottle. “It’s the only way to activate the adhesive compound,” she finished, releasing his hand and screwing the top back on the bottle.
“Adhesive?” Sarah asked. “What do you…Oh!” Her last word ended in a gasp because the Alquon clothier had sprayed her right nipple with the contents of the black bottle and it was some of the coldest liquid she’d ever felt in her life.
Her right peak, already hard from the cool air in the room and the embarrassment of exposure, tightened even more until it ached. Lemesh did the same to the left nipple before Sarah could protest and then nodded at Sazar.
“All right, suck them, Commander. Hurry or I’ll have to spray her again.”
“Excuse me?” Sazar frowned as though he was certain he’d misunderstood her. “I’m sorry but what did you say?”
“Suck them—suck her nipples.” Lemesh sounded impatient. “It’s the only way to finish the reaction started by the compound and make the jewelry stay in place. Hurry or I’ll have to spray her again.”
“I…I don’t understand,” Sarah said faintly. “You want him to, uh, suck my…um…”
Lemesh frowned. “Why are you acting as though this is hard to understand? The compound keeps the nipple jewelry in place but only if it’s activated first by the saliva of your partner.”
“And…it won’t stay on otherwise?” Sarah looked doubtfully at the small golden bands which were supposed to encircle her tender peaks.
“Not at the right tension,” Chandra said, jumping in to help explain. “You see, the jewelry automatically tightens to just the right amount to keep your nipples hard and erect without cutting off the blood flow. Without the chemical compound, which is tailored to both of your bodies by the drops of blood you just gave, the metal will either be too loose and slip off—which is terribly embarrassing and unacceptable, especially in front of the Lord Magnate…”
“Or it can tighten too much and cut off the blood flow, causing permanent damage to the sensitive nerves of the nipple,” Lemesh finished for her. “You don’t want that, do you?”
“No, I…I guess not,” Sarah said. “But…”
“It’s either this or get your nipples pierced,” Lemesh pointed out. “And you don’t want that either, do you?”
“No,” Sarah said fervently. “No, I really don’t.” If she had to choose between the embarrassment of having her boss put his mouth on her nipples and the pain of having a needle shoved through them, she would take the embarrassment every time.
Sazar was still frowning. “Are you certain this jewelry is necessary for Sarah? Can’t she simply go without it?”
“What? Go out in public without her nipple jewelry?” Chandra looked shocked. “Why, that’s indecent! She might as well go outside naked!”
Like I’m not half naked already, Sarah thought dryly. God, it looked like there was no way around it—she was going to have to let her boss suck her nipples. But how would Sazar feel about it? Did he want to suck her nipples?
A look at his eyes, which had turned that maroon-red color again and the prominent lump rising in the crotch of his loose black trousers gave Sarah her answer. Sazar wasn’t opposed to it—he was probably just worried that she was.
“Now just look,” Lemesh said impatiently. “The compound has dried and I’ll have to spray her again. I don’t see why something as simple as nipple jewelry is causing such a problem!” She sprayed Sarah’s tight peaks with the achingly cold compound again, causing her to hiss and flinch. Then she motioned to Sazar. “Come on!”
“Please hurry,” Chandra begged. “The Minister will be back very soon and we need to be ready to go to the palace!”
Sarah bit her lip and looked up at Sazar. He was looking at her with uncertainty stamped on his chiseled features and she knew it was up to her to give him permission to do this—he was too honorable to take advantage of her.
“Please,” she whispered. “I…I don’t want her to have to spray me again. That stuff is really cold.”
It was apparently all he needed to hear.
“As you wish,” he said hoarsely and dropped to his knees before her.
He was so tall that the new position put his lips exactly opposite her breasts. Looking Sarah in the eyes, he opened his mouth slowly and lapped upward, dragging his hot tongue up and over her aching peak, making her gasp with sudden need and pleasure.
“Sazar,” she whispered and put her hands on his broad shoulders. “Oh God that feels…feel so good.”
He gave a soft growl in the back of his throat and sucked her stiff peak deep into his mouth. Sarah gasped again and gave a little moan when she felt the sharp points of his fangs bracketing her tender nipple as he sucked her hard and long. She found that her hands had somehow gotten buried in his thick black hair and she was pressing forward, trying to get more of her breast in his mouth.
She had a hazy thought, wondering again if he could drink from her here, and then Lemesh was saying, “All right now—that’s quite enough. We’re not at the Breeding Ball, you know.”
Reluctantly Sazar allowed Sarah’s stiff, aching nipple to slip from between his lips and sat back.
Quickly and efficiently, the Alquon clothier slipped one of the golden rings over the throbbing peak and Sarah felt it tighten at once to just the right amount.
“Good,” Lemesh said. “That’s one down—now do the other.”
Wordlessly, Sazar leaned forward and took her other stiff nub in his mouth, sucking and licking until Sarah started to wonder if she could reach that elusive peak she’d been seeking just from having him suck her nipple.
Once more Sazar held her gaze with his, his eyes burning red, and once more she found she couldn’t look away. This definitely wasn’t what she’d had in mind when she walked into the interview room with him but she found she was having a hard time thinking of him as her boss right now—especially while his sharp fangs pricked her lightly and his hot tongue drew circles around her swollen peak. He never drew blood but Sarah couldn’t help wondering if he wanted to…and if he could from this sensitive area.
Finally, again at Lemesh’s orders, he withdrew, releasing her peak with a last, soft kiss, and the Alquon clothier was able to fit the other golden ring on Sarah’s left nipple. It tightened just as the other one had and the golden filigreed chain hung between her breasts enticingly.
“So beautiful,” Sazar growled softly as he rose smoothly from his kneeling position. “Do they feel all right?” he asked, indicating the golden rings now encircling her tight pink nubs.
“I…I think so,” Sarah murmured. She looked at Lemesh. “But…how do I get them off when…when I want to go to sleep at night?”
“The same way you put them on.” The Alquon clothier smiled.
“You mean use the spray again—the compound?” Sarah asked, nodding at the bottle.
“Oh no, my dear—that’s only for putting them on. To get them off again, your pair partner must get them nice and wet with his mouth—that will dissolve the compound and release the rings until the next time you want to wear them.”
“So every time I want to take these off or put them on…” Sarah began.
“Your pair partner has to help you,” Chandra said brightly. “Which is sure to lead to lots of fun. I know it always does with my partner Kendro when I wear the non-piercing kind of jewelry—sometimes I do it on purpose just for that reason.” She giggled.
“Oh, uh…” Sarah wasn’t sure what to say to that. She glanced up at Sazar who was still looking intently at her. What did he think about this arrangement?
There was no time to ask him because just then Minister Obglod reappeared.
“Well, there you are. And looking much better I’m sure!” he exclaimed, looking Sarah over. He reached forward, as though to grab for the chain between her breasts but Sarah took a quick step back and wrapped her arms over her exposed assets. She couldn’t fight the instinctive urge to cover herself. She had gotten somewhat used to being half naked in front of Lemesh and Chandra and even Sazar but she just couldn’t let some man she barely knew ogle her bare breasts—she couldn’t.
“What’s wrong, my dear?” Obglod asked, frowning. “Does your jewelry pain you?”
“She’s just not used to it yet,” Chandra said quickly. “Come Minister—we are all ready for a trip to the palace!”
“Excellent—we have kept The Lord Magnate waiting long enough. Come this way.”
He started to lead the way out of the small, dim shop but Sarah said, “Wait!”
“What is it now?” The elderly minister turned on her with a fierce scowl. “We need to go!”
“I just…I was wondering if you had any sunglasses, er—dark lenses—my partner could use to shield his eyes,” Sarah said, speaking to Lemesh rather than the minister. “He has a sensitivity to light which makes the brightness of your main corridors very uncomfortable.”
Sazar was giving her an unreadable look, which she hoped wasn’t anger or irritation. But she didn’t want him going out in that bright light again without any protection. A good assistant anticipates her boss’s needs, she told herself. And the last thing Sazar needed was to be exposed to that painfully bright light again.
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