"I can't imagine why," Hartak said with a smirk.
Micayla scowled at Dragus. "You didn't tell me that when you gave me the
necklace," she said accusingly. "In fact, you told me never to take it off."
"He has a reputation for doing things like that," Trag said. "He once gave Kyra a glowstone necklace that had a comstone set in it. It was a different color than usual--
which is why Ty didn't spot it right away. He was really pissed about it too."
"I don't think I mind very much, actually," Micayla said. "I mean, how much could you get from just listening?"
In reply, Dragus made a sound that was surprisingly like Micayla's vocalizations
during orgasm.
"Well, maybe there's more to it than I thought..."
Dragus grinned. "Jack sent us to find you. You two are supposed to leave for Nerik in a couple of hours."
"What?" Trag shouted, leaping out of bed. "Today? In two hours? How--? When did--?"
"Um, you must not have been paying very close attention last evening," Micayla said. "That was the plan."
"Okay," Trag said, calming down a little. "At least you know about it." He paused, pinning her with a suspicious glare. "Mind telling me how you managed to keep listening to all that drivel while you were playing with my dick?"
"Multitasking, Trag," Micayla said with a shrug. "Women are better at it than men."
"Yeah," Dragus said eagerly. "You know... doing two things at once? Like sucking your nuts while she jacks off your cock?"
Trag looked up, puzzled. "Did she do that? I can't seem to remember..."
"No," Dragus said, his huge shoulders drooping slightly. "Been nice if she had, though."
Micayla laughed as she sat up in bed. She would store that tidbit away for future reference as something that Trag might enjoy, but right now there were other priorities.
"Set that tray down right here," she said, patting the bed. "We'd better have some breakfast before starting off on our mission."
"Mind if we stick around?" Hartak asked. He looked like a puppy begging for a treat, but Micayla wasn't fooled.
"Go away!" Trag and Micayla chorused.
"If this is our last breakfast together," Trag said. "I want it to be memorable."
"Oh, it won't be the last, Slave Boy!" Dragus said heartily. "You'll have that badass hung up to dry in no time."
"Thought about where you'll live once you've done that?" Hartak put in. "You could come back and live right here in the palace. I know Queen Zealon would love to have you."
"As what?" Trag scoffed. "Her mother's former Zetithian slave-in-residence? I don't think so." He paused, glancing uncertainly at Micayla. "Besides, Mick and I haven't talked about that sort of thing yet. We need to get Grekkor first."
"Go on now, shoo!" Micayla said, flapping her hands at the two guards. "And don't worry; we'll be at the ship on time."
Dragus and Hartak shuffled off, heads hanging low in disappointment.
"I thought they'd never leave," Trag commented as the door to The Shrine closed behind them.
"Come on," Micayla said, motioning for him to get back in bed. "Let's eat this stuff and then we'll get cleaned up and head out."
"Sounds good to me." Trag grinned. His eyes lit up as he added, "Hey, we can do each other."
"What? You mean feed each other?"
He shook his head. "Nope, I mean rub you down with a scrail cloth while I feed you breakfast."
"What's in it for you?"
"If I do it well enough, maybe you'll return the favor." Trag picked up a cloth. "Or maybe you could feed me breakfast while I get you cleaned up."
"Why do I think there's more to it than that?"
Trag shrugged. "Whatever you want, Mick," he said. "I'm easy."
"No you aren't," she said, revising her previous opinion. "You're actually quite difficult."
Trag didn't argue and he and Micayla spent a pleasant half hour preparing for
their adventure. While Trag buffed her body, Micayla popped bits of fruit in his mouth.
His hands left a trail of heat as they explored her skin, but even so, she didn't need to take note of her reaction to it. All she had to do was look at Trag's stiffly up-cocked penis to know that he was reaching her on a deep, instinctive, and very carnal level.
When it was her turn, she took a cloth and began with his thick, curly locks,
working her way down to his toes.
"You don't have a beard, do you?" she asked as she slid the cloth over his face, noting that there was no trace of stubble on his cheeks.
"None of us do," Trag said. "Do you mind?"
"Not at all," she replied. "To tell you the truth, I've never much cared for bearded men."
Trag laughed. "Well, at least that's one thing you won't hold against me."
"Oh, hush," Micayla said, pressing the cloth against his mouth to silence him. No, she wasn't holding anything against him at that point, and this, like the shape of his penis, was something that seemed very natural to her.
She continued with her enjoyable task while Trag lay back against the headboard
purring contentedly. His joy juice was puddling in his groin by the time she finished.
Micayla sat back and viewed her handiwork as she munched on a vreckfruit.
"You know something? You look good enough to eat."
Trag smiled wickedly. "So eat me."
"What? You mean suck your nuts while I jack off your dick?"
Trag gasped and Micayla laughed delightedly as his cock instantly pulsed,
sending more of his coronal fluid cascading down the shaft. She wouldn't have believed it was possible if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, but it got bigger too.
"I like doing this to you," she said.
"What? Driving me completely insane?"
"Yeah. I like the way your penis gets all purple and shiny and wet."
He waved it at her enticingly. "Want to suck it?"
"Yes, I do," she said, tossing aside the remains of the vreckfruit. "I never thought I'd see the day..."
Pouncing on him, she took him in her mouth, savoring the slick syrup as she slid
her lips up and down his shaft.
"Mmm," Trag purred. "That feels so good..."
Micayla's first orgasm hit, sending her head into a spin and an anticipatory gush of her own juice pouring from her core. She shook it off and went back for more.
"Oh, yeah, Mick," he sighed, pushing up against her. "Lick the head."
She did as he asked, running the tip of her tongue around the scalloped edge and
then swirling over the broad, blunt head.
Trag came up off the bed, his back arching as his head fell back. "Great Mother of the--ohhhh..."
Micayla felt a tingle of delight course through her as she went down on him
again--a tingle that had nothing to do with the effects of his secretions and everything to do with the satisfaction of knowing just how much he appreciated her efforts. She liked making him groan and purr and lose control. It made her feel powerful, strong--as though she could take on Grekkor and a hundred others like him and emerge victorious.
Sucking harder, she massaged his testicles, delighting in the feel of them in her hand. She never would have guessed in a million years that she would have liked having them bounce against her nose as they had the night before. Now, after Dragus's comment, she couldn't wait to eat them too.
Sipping a mouthful of juice from the head, she then dipped her fingers in the
puddle at the base, spreading it out evenly over his scrotum. Smiling wickedly, she slowly lowered her head.
"You're really gonna do it," he said with a voice gone rough with desire. "You're gonna suck my balls while you jack me off. Aren't you?"
Micayla merely nodded and opened her mouth wide over his big sac, giving it a
tantalizing lick. Then she sucked it in.
It was a tight fit and Trag screamed, arching his back even further, pushing her
back on her heels.
Micayla's initial thought was that she'd hurt him, but his subsequent exclamations put that fear to rest. "Oh my fuckin' nuts!" he yelled. "Mick, you're so-- ahhh...Damn, that feels good!"
She never heard the rest of that as an explosive orgasm surged through her,
sending her blood roaring through her ears. It was all she could do to keep from biting him as her body convulsed in ecstasy. It took her a few moments to recover and then,
grabbing his stiff rod with both hands, she squeezed.
Rivers of fluid poured over her fingers as she worked his meat to a hard frenzy.
Trag was making sounds she'd never heard before; snarling, hissing, and purring all at the same time. Then his breath caught and his cock erupted, sending a fountain of his snard shooting upward. As it rained down on Micayla's face, she released him and tried to catch it in her mouth. She was rewarded with a large droplet on her tongue, and she savored his sweet essence for a moment before swallowing it.
As before, the euphoria blossomed within her, sending blissful streams of joy
radiating throughout her entire being. However, though it seemed more intense than ever, she had only a moment to revel in it before Trag pulled her into his arms, his mouth covering hers with a possessive kiss.
"You're mine, Mick," he whispered. "Mine. All mine. No one else's--ever." He broke off there, kissing her again, his tongue filling her mouth just as his cock had done, sending even more waves of pleasure coursing throughout her body. His hands roamed all over her as they devoured each other, but when he reached her neck, he let out a sob of frustration against her lips.
"Trag, what's the matter?"
"This," he replied, tugging at her necklace.
Laughter from within the palace echoed over the comstone.
"I don't care," Micayla said defiantly. "They can listen all they like, but they'll never know how it feels, will they?"
"That's true," Trag agreed. "Hear that? Eat your heart out, boys. This one's mine!"
Though it wasn't the first time he'd said it, Micayla still wasn't reconciled to the idea of a man laying claim to her. It went against her nature, her history--her entire personality, in fact--but still, if Trag was the one claiming her, maybe it wouldn't be so bad...
Chapter 20
"So, we make him think he's been exposed to the plague," Windura was saying excitedly as Trag and Micayla approached. "Hidar could pretend to be the carrier, and we," she gestured toward Lerotan, "could say our kid died of it--even though he'd been vaccinated--and we could accuse him of selling a worthless vaccine. Everyone would be in a panic and hate his guts and, oh, I don't know, try to lynch him or something."
"Oh, and I've got a really good idea to go along with that," Jack put in. "We come in and save his sorry ass from the mob, hustle him aboard the ship, and then he's ours to do with as we please."
"I am liking this more all the time," Cat said. "But you are known to him, Windura. Tisana would be a better choice."
Chuckling wickedly, Tisana said, "And if he didn't come with us, I could always blast him with a fireball."
"That's the best part about having Tisana on our side," Jack said proudly. "She never seems dangerous until she roasts you alive."
"She could also give him a fever," said Leo. "All she would have to do is look at him."
"Hey, didn't we already talk this to death last night?" Trag commented as they joined the group gathered at the hovercars that were to take them to the spaceport.
Jack eyed him shrewdly. "How the hell would you know?" she shot back. "From what I could see, you weren't paying very close attention."
"I told you she saw that," Trag muttered in an aside to Micayla.
"That's all right," Micayla said. "I was paying attention. I can fill him in."
Jack remained skeptical. "You were the one distracting him, so I wouldn't swear you heard everything either."
"I took notes, Mom," Curly said promptly. "Recorded the whole thing. I did some research on Nerik too, but I didn't find very much. I made them a copy."
"I just love my boys." Jack sighed. "They're so efficient."
Curly laughed. "You don't always think so."
"Wait a minute," Tisana said, narrowing her eyes at the boy. "As I recall, you guys were sent to bed. How did you--?"
"Recorded it over a comstone," Curly said, beaming with pride, holding up a link module.
"No point in trying to keep anything from them, is there?" Trag commented under his breath as he accepted the pad from Curly.
"Doesn't seem that way," Micayla agreed. "Is that the Zetithian in them, or the Jack?"
"Must be the Jack factor," Trag said. "I'm pretty sure it's the sort of thing she would have done as a kid."
Jack ignored this, tapping her chin contemplatively. "Now, who should we send with you two to make sure you don't go off on a tangent?"
Rodan was raising his hand, but Hidar stepped forward. "I will go," he said. "They
may need me."
Trag stared at them aghast. He'd been looking forward to flying alone with
Micayla so he could put the ship on autopilot and then kiss her for hours on end. That lovely vision was beginning to fade when Cat chimed in. "They do not need anyone to go with them. Besides, if we are to use the plague symptoms as a ploy, Hidar will need to arrive separately."
"Don't see that it matters myself," Jack argued. "They just have to find him. We'll take care of the rest of it."
"Might not turn out that way in the end," Leo pointed out. "These things have a way of taking on a life of their own."
"Okay, I guess we can trust them to keep their heads on straight--this time, anyway. Here's a list of the supplies we had loaded onto Veluka's ship," she said, handing Micayla another module. "Don't lose it. Veluka is supposed to be here to give you a rundown on the controls. Where the devil is he?"
"Don't know," said Trag, glancing around. Tapping his comstone, he called out the Nerik's name. There was no response. "Hm, wonder what he's up to?" Trag mused.
"Guess I'll just have to wing it then."
"That's what you do best," Tychar said warmly. "Take care of yourself, brother."
"Don't I always?" Trag retorted as Tychar hugged him.