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  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 bleeding 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.” St