Page 49 of Darkest Desire

“If it’s not public, what is it?” Sirex asked, frowning.

“Why just an intimate little dinner with our fifty closest friends.” Thruck chortled with laughter. “So don’t fear—just let your girl pleasure you as we dine.”

“Such pleasures should be reserved for the bedroom,” Sirex growled.

“Nonsense!” Lord Thruck frowned. “Your female must show us that she’s worthy to be at the Royal Dining table—or rather, under the table.” He chortled with laughter again and then frowned at Phoebe. “Besides, she must be hidden from sight in case the Emperor himself deigns to join us for the banquet. He must not be subjected to the sight of a female with unpierced nipples.”

Phoebe held back a sigh and an eye-roll with great difficulty. What was it with the huge Trollox wanting everyone to get their nipples pierced? It was so weird!

“Come now, you’re sitting at the end of the table with us,” Lord Thruck went on. Nodding at Sirex, he led him down the long row of cushions to the far end of the table. Leaving the chair at the head of the table empty, he settled in the cushions directly to the right of it. Actually, he took up two cushions, Phoebe saw, as the Trollox settled with his thick legs hanging down into the well under the table.

Sirex settled beside him without comment and motioned for Phoebe. Pulling her close on the pretext of smoothing her hair, he murmured in her ear,

“Just pretend. You don’t actually have to do what he said.”

Phoebe nodded and ducked her head, allowing him to help her down into the dark space beneath the table.

Underneath the table it was much roomier than she would have expected, possibly because the dining table was extremely wide, which left space for everyone. It was a good thing because every single male seated at the table had a corresponding woman sitting between his legs.

After she settled between Sirex’s spread thighs, Phoebe found that she was seated beside the girl with pale blue skin and long dark blue hair who Undersecretary Y’sfer had used to demonstrate the non-con bracelets by making her shock herself. She was diligently sucking on the extremely small shaft of the man whose thighs she was sitting between.

By angling her head, Phoebe could look up and see that it was Y’sfer himself who’s cock the girl was sucking. This was because there was a kind of glass window in the table, presumably so the males being pleasured could watch the pleasuring.

There was a similar “window” at every place in the table and Phoebe could also see Sirex talking to Lord Thruck. The huge Trollox was, surprisingly, the only male at the table who wasn’t getting his dick sucked. There was no one between his tree-trunk sized thighs. Phoebe wondered why not.

After a moment, Y’sfer’s hand reached under the table and tapped the girl beside her on the head.

“That’s enough for now, Be’ti’ta,” Phoebe heard him say. “I need to be able to concentrate on the table conversation. I’ll call for you again when I want more pleasure.”

“Yes, my Lord,” the girl murmured submissively. She cast a sidelong look at Phoebe. “He never wants to come right away because he can’t get hard again for ages,” she murmured so only Phoebe could hear. “’Lord limp-dick’ we call him in the harem!”

Phoebe put a hand over her mouth to muffle her laughter.

“Sounds like an apt nickname,” she whispered back. “But maybe ‘Lord little-dick’ would be even better,” she added, nodding at the tiny finger-sized member still on display between Y’sfer’s thighs. “Or maybe ‘Undersecretary of Micro-penises!’”

This time it was the other girl who put a hand to her mouth to stifle her laughter.

“Oh, don’t!” she begged softly. “If I laugh too loud he’ll punish me!”

“Sorry—I’ll keep it to myself.” Phoebe grinned at her. “You’re Be’ti’ta, right?”

“Yes, that’s me.” The girl nodded. “And who are you?”

“I’m Phoebe,” Phoebe said. She would have offered to shake hands but since she was sitting between Sirex’s spread thighs and Be’ti’ta was sitting between Undersecretary Y’sfer, it would have been too awkward. Plus, she didn’t even know if people shook hands on this planet. She’d had a shot of Translation Bacteria before leaving the Mother Ship to help her understand alien languages, but it didn’t do anything to help her understand alien social norms and customs.

“So how long have you been here? In the palace, I mean?” she asked.

Be’ti’ta sighed.

“Oh, ages…a year at least,” she said. “My father sold me to Undersecretary Y’sfer on my coming of age birthday and he brought me here to try and curry favor with the Emperor. How about you—are you going to stay for a while do you think?”

“Only until my mentor, er, my Master can get a Royal Audience with the Emperor,” Phoebe said. “How hard is that, anyway? Getting an audience?”

“It’s not easy.” Be’ti’ta frowned. “Lord Thruck restricts access to the Shining One severely. Why, there are people here who have been waiting months to see him!”

Phoebe tried to imagine living for months in the palace, wearing the harness that fucked her with every step and the non-con bracelets that kept her from touching herself and shivered. She loved submitting to Sirex, but the situation they were in would get old very shortly.

“Isn’t there any way to speed up the process?” she asked, frowning. “I mean anything my Master could do or say to Thruck to maybe gain an audience sooner?”

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