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  “Yes, Lone—do it.” Her words were almost a plea and her eyes were closed now, blocking out the banquet hall and everyone in it. Blocking out everyone but Lone. “Fuck me hard and come in me—come deep.”

  “My Lady’s wish is my command,” he groaned in her ear. She felt his big hands tighten on her hips and with the next deep, hard upwards thrust something hot and wet spurted deep inside her pussy, bathing the mouth of her womb and drenching her inner walls with his seed.

  Lizabeth moaned breathlessly. She had never been able to feel this with a human partner. Sex with Bernard had been—as Mistress Verlandah had described it earlier—“two pumps, a squirt, and a tickle.” Sex with Arturo had been considerably better but it had ended in tragedy so she tried to put it out of her mind. But with neither of them had she ever been able to feel them coming inside her.

  With Lone it was different. She could feel the hot, wet spurts of his seed pumping into her as he thrust deep and hard inside…she could feel her inner walls contracting and the mouth of her womb opening, drinking in everything he gave her thirstily and begging for more. And Lone was more than willing to give it to her.

  With every human lover she’d ever been with, the moment of male orgasm had been brief and they had gone limp after spurting a few weak jets.

  Lone was different.

  Maybe it was a Kindred thing but Lizabeth was astonished and aroused to feel him coming and coming over and over, giving her more and more of his seed and yet somehow, he never got soft. In fact, if anything, he grew bigger and harder as he continued to spurt, filling her to the brim until her thirsty pussy could hold no more and she felt his seed rolling down the insides of her thighs and wetting the black mesh dress she wore.

  The feeling of him coming inside her as he thrust deeply into her over and over suddenly pushed Lizabeth over the edge. With a little cry, she felt herself coming too—her pussy grasping his thick shaft even harder as the pleasure rolled through her in waves and she lost all control and moaned his name out loud.

  “Lone…Lone,” she cried, clutching at his muscular forearms. “Oh God, you’re making me come…making me come so hard.”

  “Yes, Mistress—I can feel you,” he growled hoarsely. “I can feel you coming all around me, your sweet pussy feels incredible when you come.”

  “I can’t…can’t help it. Oh, Lone…”

  “Mistress…Lizabeth,” he groaned in her ear. “You feel so good around me. Love you…love you so damn much.”

  “What?” His words seemed to break the spell she had somehow fallen under. Her eyes snapped open and Lizabeth saw that every eye in the banquet hall was trained on her and Lone. The Mistresses were tittering among themselves and speaking in hushed voices as their Novices serviced them. Mistress Verlandah was watching her with a sardonic expression on her sharp features.

  “Well, well, my dear,” she drawled. “So I see that you do enjoy the auto-rock function. Very much, apparently.”

  “I…I…” Suddenly Lizabeth was flooded with shame—shame for acting so wantonly in front of a group of strangers, shame for letting herself do something with her assistant that she ought to have avoided at all costs—something that was going to complicate their relationship forever, probably. But along with the shame she also felt…

  Love? What is this? Why am I feeling this? Love and devotion and a deep protectiveness…a willingness to do anything to protect my Mistress…the woman I love…

  Suddenly she understood that the emotions she was feeling weren’t hers.

  What the hell? She looked around wildly as though to identify the source of the strange emotions now flooding her.

  “Mistress?” Lone spoke in her ear. “Mistress, what’s wrong? Why are you so upset?”

  Lone—these emotions are coming from him! But how in the world…?

  It didn’t matter how or why, Lizabeth suddenly understood. What mattered was that she had to get out of here—now.

  Though she had thought it would be impossible to dismount from her assistant earlier, she began to make an effort now, trying to get away from the thick shaft that was still thrusting inside her.

  “Mistress—Lizabeth, wait!” Lone’s arms tightened around her waist. “At least get them to stop this damn chair first,” he growled in her ear. “It’s going to be impossible to get free of each other otherwise.”

  His words struck fear in her heart because it wasn’t just the damn rocking-fucking-chair they brought to mind.

  Impossible to be free of each other, a little voice whispered in her brain. That’s the truth, isn’t it? Because somehow, against all odds, you must have formed some kind of bond with him. Even though it’s supposed to be impossible. How else can you explain feeling his emotions as clearly as your own?

  “Stop this chair,” she snapped to one of the guards who was watching the scene going on with wide eyes. “Stop it at once—I mean it!”

  Hurriedly, the guard reached under the chair and did something to the mechanism beneath Lone’s seat. The chair stopped rocking so abruptly that Lizabeth was nearly flung out of it—would have been if Lone’s shaft in her pussy and his arms around her waist hadn’t anchored her so securely.

  But she was already fighting to be free of him.

  “Let go—let go of me,” she insisted in a low, angry voice.

  “Yes, Mistress.” Lone’s voice was soft and unhappy and she could feel his confusion coming loud and strong through the link they had somehow formed. He wondered why she was upset at him when he had only done as she requested. And it hurt him that he didn’t feel love coming from her in return.

  Don’t you understand? Lizabeth wanted to shout at him. I don’t love you because I can’t let myself love you! I don’t want to be hurt like that again!

  At last she was able to extricate herself from Lone’s lap and felt his long, thick shaft slide out of her. A rush of hot, sticky seed followed, dripping down her inner thighs in a humiliating display that made all the other Mistresses oooh and ahhh.

  “My goodness!” Lizabeth heard Mistress Gettsum murmur. “I’ve never heard of a male who came so much. And look—he’s still hard! Ogie, why can’t you stay hard like that after coming inside me?”

  “It’s because he’s Kindred, Mistress,” her Novice replied defensively. “It’s said they don’t get soft until they want to. And filling their ladies with a lot of seed helps bond the two of them together. So I’ve heard it said, anyway.”

  Never should have let him come in me—never! Lizabeth thought as she ran blindly for the exit of the banquet hall.

  “Mistress Paige, the banquet is not over and you are not dismissed!” she heard the Mistress Superior shouting behind her but she didn’t give a damn. She had to get out of here now.

  But though she ran down the long stone corridors away from the hall and away from Lone, she could still feel him inside her—could still feel his hurt and bewilderment that she had run from him.

  Oh God, what was she going to do?

  Seventeen

  Lone found her pacing their bedroom, still dressed in the black mesh dress, stained with his seed. He had left the banquet early as well—there seemed to be no point in staying after Lizabeth had gone. He was, after all, only there to service her and nobody tried to stop him from un-strapping himself from the rocking chair and leaving the hall.

  Only it seems I serviced her a little too well, he thought unhappily, watching her pace. By now he had also realized that he and Lizabeth had formed a sort of partial bond somehow. Lone didn’t know how it had happened—it shouldn’t have been possible when he had no Twin to help him. He couldn’t hear Lizabeth’s thoughts but he could feel her unhappiness and uncertainty coming loud and clear through the new link.

  “Lizabeth,” he murmured, going to her. “Mistress—”

  “What do you want?” She rounded on him, her blue-green-gray eyes stormy. “And how did this happen? I can feel your emotions—I shouldn’t be able to do that!”

  “I don’