Page 22 of Stealing the Lorgor's Heart

His face lit up with delight as one of the Lorgor bent and set up his favorite wooden lounging bench just a few feet away. Though it was largely and unwieldy, the male made it look easy. Within minutes, it was assembled and covered in thick pillow resilient against the sand before the stood once more with a small bow.

“Excellent. You may go and see to the rest of our things,” Gaix ordered.

Not a word of thanks was even offered. Stacey didn’t know why she was even a little surprised. She only just managed to contain her disgust as she watched him elegantly drop onto the bench, his tail flicking up a small spray of sand the splattered carelessly over another male who had knelt behind him to erect the arching, prismatic fabric of the sunshade around the prince. The male’s head frills flickered sharply, much more obvious than they had before, practically vibrating as smaller frills on his neck began to make an appearance over his collar before he managed to regain control of himself before either Calysii male took notice. Several of the other women noticed, however, and Stacey could read the conflicting emotions that briefly crossed their faces.

Concern. Fear. And for some a subtle sense of rising excitement. She understood all of those responses. There was a new tension present that none of them had been aware of before, and one that the Calysii, and their assumed roles of superiority, were completely ignorant of, secure as they were in their roles.

Gaix clapped his hands sharply, startling all of them. His laughter rolled over them mockingly. “My little Terran Doves, you are so easily frightened. Come to me my lovelies,” he crooned, opening his arms wide to them.

To Stacey’s surprise, no one moved for a long moment, but seemed to press inward together until Athdar cleared his throat sharply as a look of displeasure crossed Gaix’s face, causing several of the women to burst into a flurry of action as they flew over to him. He wrapped his arms around his mates and chuckled deeply, though there was nothing soft in his eyes as he looked over at Stacey, halting her mid-step.

“Not you, Bunny. You are to entertain me.” He flicked a hand toward the stretch of sand in front of him. “Dance, little Bunny. Awaken my hunger in your unique little way.”

She nodded, her eyes skating over all of the males setting up on the beach as she began to slowly remove the sheer layers of her gown. Most of the Lorgor weren’t looking her way, except for her captain. His eyes burned into her now that the Calysii were no longer looking over in their direction, longing evident in his gaze. Lerix glanced over her way lazily, a faintly curious look on his face as his gaze flicked between her and Varik. A knowing smile suddenly curled his lips and he turned away, whistling a little tune as her gaze continued in its skittering path until it landed on Athdar as the fabric finally dropped to pool around her feet on the sand. He strode toward her, and her stomach dropped as she noted a familiar red pot in his hands.

She wanted to beg that he not apply the grease to her, but she held her tongue. It was her punishment as well as a device of pleasure for the prince. He wanted the illusion that she desired him. In fact, it sadistically turned him to see her suffer whenever she was caught avoiding him. Still, when she was performing, he wanted to smell her lust and see evidence of it and believe that it was for him regardless of whether she wanted it or not. The grease would do that. It was filled with stimulants to cause a chemical arousal in her as it warmed on her skin. Unfortunately, it had a very real effect that would leave her suffering through the night and an aching need. He would not call on her to serve his pleasure in any other way that night. Though it was the first time that she had seen that particular pot since arriving on Kaidava, she knew what to expect when she saw the red pot rather than the blue one that held the regular grease that had been applied to her more than once since arriving. She was being punished for not coming when he called, and she recognized the signs of what was to come for her.

She held perfectly still as the gonsi gathered large amounts of the grease onto his gloved fingertips and rubbed it briskly into her skin. She felt its tingle slip over her and lowered her head in humiliation as she felt her body begin to stir to life in response. Raising her arms in the air, she glanced over at Varik from beneath her lashes and clung to the image of him standing there, his gaze fastened on her with love and desire as if she were the only one on the beach for him. Her lips trembled. She didn’t want him to see her this way, her body forced into reaction by Gaix’s whim. But for Varik… she wouldn’t need any drugging cream. For him, her desire would fill her with every movement, knowing that it stroked his lust for her and that it was for him that she was dancing for.

His head tipped and he frowned. “Stacey?”

The uplink chimed in her mind from the implant but already she was floating… floating away.

Her eyes fluttered close, capturing the image of his proud, beautiful bearing behind her eyelids. Broad, powerful, and his tail coiled alertly beside his right foot in the sand, tension flowed through his body with his desire for her even as a deeper emotion shone out of the vivid hue of his eyes. She could do this. It was just them on the beach. She would dance only for him.

Following the steady rhythm of her heart and the sound of the crashing waves lapping along the shore, Stacey moved into familiar, often practiced steps. Her body was a fine-tuned symphony of motion as every muscle moved in perfectly controlled little ways that had her swaying and twisting elegantly through her steps in an expression of timeless desire, joy, and celebration of life. It was a dance from a far of world, a dance of lovers that was Gaix’s favorite that she had grown to hate to perform but this time it was different. This time there was no one there for her except Varik. She held onto that as she danced, her body calling to him, entreating him with the exaggerated longing of the dance steps even as her nipples pebbled and an ache started within her breasts and plunged low into her belly causing her thighs to slicken with her need as she whirled and arched with the rhythmic sway of her hips, torso and arms.

Her body called to him as she danced, beckoning him, the steps growing more feverish, the sand kicking up around her. The sand sprayed over her skin, rubbing against her feverish sex until she finally fell down into the sand with a mew of need as she writhed, her hips lifting imploringly. A shadow fell over her and she blinked through the fog of her lust up at Gaix as he smirked down at her.

“Ah, Bunny. Do you need relief? I have it within my power to offer it to you. All you must do is beg.” His head cocked expectantly but she groaned and sank her teeth into her bottom lip, refusing to allow her plea past her lips. His smile widened. “Stubborn little thing. Thankfully, this is as satisfyingly arousing as having you wiggling against my cock and I have more than one cunt available to do what you will not, so I will enjoy this show while I satisfy myself with my other mates. And we will see how biddable you are come morning. The salve Athdar prepared is extra potent this time, far more than the usual, as you will find out. It will not wear off quickly and your suffering will be… considerable. A fitting punishment for one is who is not adequately appreciative of this Valentine’s romance. So this is a special prick of your Cupid’s arrow just for you, my Bunny.”

Stacey turned her face into the sand and whimpered as Gaix’s gaze lifted to his gonsi in silent communication as he stepped away to return to his chair. Athdar motioned to her and the two women nearest to her—Nancey and Jasmine dropped down onto the sand beside her with a quiet command to monitor her condition so that nothing disturb the prince’s pleasure. She hated him in that moment—she hated both of them, Athdar and Gaix, with all the burning rage locked for years within her heart. She lay there, suffering feverishly as the wet sounds of fucking filled her ears along with the cries of desire.

She was still laying there, writhing with the intensity of her need, when food was cooked off a fire and enjoyed. Her fever raged higher just when things began to turn more uproarious, the drunken, amorous laughter of the Calysii mingling with the questionable sound of merriment from the women. It was then she felt entirely forgotten, especially when Nancey and Jasmine suddenly left her side, sliding away like wraiths to meld into the night. She wanted to cry out for them to not leave her suffering alone. Her fingers dug into the sound as she struggled to rise but a large, warm hand pressed gently against her shoulder she felt the balm of a cool rag on her skin. The chime of the uplink flickered in her mind, and she grazed the spot behind her ear with a finger as she went boneless beneath the pressure of the hand behind the rag to which he grunted quietly with satisfaction.

“Varik,” she sighed.

“Shh, my blossom,”Varik murmured through the uplink. “All is well. Your friends were concerned and were right to get me. You are unwell. I have mixed a small amount of what I hope will be an antidote to a portion of what the prince gave you into the water I’m rinsing you with. I’m afraid it won’t provide much relief, but it will bring you down from the dangerous fever raging through you right now.”

Lifting her hand to his, she rested her palm over the of his hand, her finger latching around his hand as if clinging to a lifeline.

“Varik?” she rasped. “Please…”

He groaned. “I cannot. They are not looking this way right now, but I cannot risk your safety by lingering any longer than I must. Believe me, though, that I would give anything to be the one to naturally give you relief from this heat you are experiencing. You were so beautiful… captivating, my blossom. This dance is like that of mating danced of Lorgoon and I wished in that moment that it was for me, and that you were inviting me and welcoming to nest with you with your dance.”

Her heart fluttered at his words, and she squeezed his hand to convey her sincerity despite her current delirious state. “It was only for you,” she assured him in a hurried whisper, unable to focus her mind enough to use the uplink but needing him to hear it. “I kept you and only you within my mind and heart as I danced. There was no one else for me at that moment. I would invite you to nest if I knew the steps. It is only you whom I dance for and for whom I long.”

His breath drew in sharply and then he moaned with a sound of such longing that it vibrated through her. She wanted to reach out for him, but he suddenly gave her shoulder a pat and stood, leaving her alone once more in the darkness. She wept into the sand with frustration. The sand shifted as Jasmine crept in closer by her side, holding a bowl between her hands. Patiently she helped Stacey eat bits of food and swallow mouthfuls of drink until finally her friend abandoned her to rest there where she was, the evening air cooling her skin.

Stacey didn’t even bother to move until the sun went down and darkness extended over the beach so that only the soft glow of the embers from the banked fire lit the night. She was still trembling with her desire, but she managed to stumble to her feet, her hair hanging in a heavy shadow around her face as she cautiously looked around. The prince was barely visible, his mates clustered around him, though several slept huddled together a comfortable distance away from him while being close enough to not be suspicious. She would join them… but not yet. Her gaze continued to skip over the gonsi slumbering nearby and then further up the beach at the other side of the banked fire to where the Kadesh and Lorgor made their camp. It was in that direction she struck as she stumbled up the beach toward them, the sand sifting ungainly beneath her feet as she followed the pull of her heart to the male laying there among them.

Despite everything, this was her real Valentine’s romance waiting for her—the true love that she had never expected or planned. Her heartbeat quickened, excited to find and claim her one true love. This was no soft romance but something more primal that echoed back to more ancient times that bid her to join and mate with the one that she had chosen. With the sand sucking at her feet, she jogged forward with the urgency that whipped through her. She refused to be Gaix’s valentine even a moment longer. It was time to claim her own. Varik.

She had just stepped into their camp when her foot sank deep into the sand, tripping her. With a swallowed shriek, she plummeted forward only to suddenly be seized by warm arms dragging her close, and the comforting scent of her Lorgor filling her nose.

“Blossom? What are you doing?” Varik hissed, his arms growing lax in surprise as she suddenly turned into his grip to plaster herself against him. He moaned quietly, his hips rolling up against her. “Stacey?”

Leaning up toward his ear, she whispered. “I’m here to give a very special valentine to the only male I want to be mine.”

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