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  “Of course.” He nodded.

  And then the slave in gold trousers was saying, “Lady Lissa R’awr of Zetta Prime, guest of Ambassador Sha’rak.”

  “That’s us—let’s go,” Saber whispered, nudging her gently toward the platform.

  On wobbly legs, Lissa climbed the steps leading up to the small stage and made her way to the post. There was a slight ledge where she could rest her bottom, which was a good thing—without the added support she might have collapsed. Her nipples had hardened into tight little points of fear and her legs felt shaky.

  Lissa had never liked being the center of attention and when she looked down and saw a crowd of strange faces staring at her, waiting, she honestly wanted to die. She already felt horribly exposed in the revealing lace dress. How could she spread her legs and let these people stare at her while Saber kissed her naked sex? How could she put on an obscene show like some kind of stripper or sex worker? She was a priestess, not a prostitute! Stage fright gripped her throat with an icy hand and she began to panic.

  Oh Goddess, she thought, her hands cold and her knees shaking with fright. Oh Goddess, please, I can’t do this. I can’t! I can’t.

  “Mistress.” Suddenly Saber was on his knees before her. He caught her trembling hands in his and looked earnestly up into her eyes. “Mistress,” he said again in a low, firm voice. “You can do this. We’ll do it together. It’s going to be all right.”

  “Yes…yes, all right.” Lissa did her best to calm her racing heart. She squeezed his hands tightly and took a deep breath. “Yes,” she whispered again.

  “Good.” Saber turned her hands over and kissed her palms gently. “Don’t look at any of them—just look at me. Can you do that for me, Lissa?”

  “Yes,” she whispered again.

  “Good. Now open for me, amalla. Open and let me in.”

  “Moch Daer,” she whispered, feeling herself melt inside. Saber was right—they would get through this together. She would ignore the curious crowd and concentrate only on him. Keeping her eyes on his face, she leaned back against the post, feeling the cool marble chill her skin through the thin lace of her dress.

  “That’s right, Mistress,” he murmured, stroking her legs. “Now open for me.”

  Spreading her thighs, which she had been keeping tightly closed up until now, was the hardest thing Lissa had ever done. Only seeing Saber kneeling patiently before her, waiting, made her able to do it.

  With her pussy shaved bare, she felt more exposed, more vulnerable than she ever had in her life. And it didn’t help that the position she was in was causing her outer lips to open, revealing the deep pink of her inner folds. Even the pink pearl of her clit was exposed. Lissa felt like it was throbbing with embarrassment in time to her heart.

  “Oh, amalla…” Saber took in a deep breath and let out a soft, deep growl of approval and lust. “So beautiful,” he murmured, leaning closer, his warm breath blowing across her thighs. “So Goddess damned beautiful…”

  “Saber?” she whispered uncertainly but he was already leaning forward to kiss her.

  Lissa watched, mesmerized, as he placed a soft, open-mouthed kiss at the top of her slit. His breath on her skin had gone from warm to hot and she felt a sudden shiver run down her spine. Surely she couldn’t be turned on by this—not when they were putting on a show for so many people. But when she looked down, all she saw was Saber—the male she had loved for time out of mind—kissing her softly and reverently. Treating her as though she was a rare vase that might shatter if he was too rough.

  “Saber,” she murmured again as he moved lower and pressed his lips to her flesh again. This time his kiss landed directly between her spread pussy lips.

  Lissa gasped and gave a little moan when she felt him kiss her there, his lips moving as slowly and gently as though he were kissing her mouth. Involuntarily, her finger slipped into his hair and tightened, urging him on.

  Saber acted on her wordless encouragement eagerly. Pressing forward, he spread her pussy wider with his thumbs and deepened the kiss. Lissa moaned again as she felt gentle suction around her swollen clit. Oh Goddess, he was sucking her there, taking the most sensitive part of her between his lips, kissing her in the most intimate way possible…

  But he’s still just kissing me, she insisted to herself. It’s still just a kiss…right?

  Her fingers tightened in his hair again and then she felt the hot slide of his tongue against her heated flesh. A low growl of lust came from him, sending a tingle through her entire body as he licked her again, first tracing the sensitive bundle of nerves at her core with the tip of his tongue, then lapping deeper, tasting her with abandon.

  Goddess, he’s not just kissing—he’s tasting me. And everyone is watching and I’m going to…going to… Oh Goddess, if he doesn’t stop I’m going to come. Right here in front of everyone!

  This last, mortifying thought and the sound of the crowd clapping for them, finally gave her the strength to push him away.

  “Enough, Saber,” she panted, though she had never felt so unsatisfied in her life. “Enough now—stop!”

  “Forgive me, my lady.” He sat back at last, his lips shiny with her juices, his hazel eyes drowning deep with lust. “I…lost myself in the pleasure of kissing you,” he murmured.

  “It’s all right,” Lissa said, though she felt like she might never be all right again. Every nerve felt exposed and she felt so swollen and hot between her legs she couldn’t move without wincing. “Let’s just…there are other people waiting to be announced. Let’s just go.”

  “Of course.” He took her hand and helped her gently off the stage.

  Lissa stumbled twice and would have fallen if he hadn’t been there to catch her. Goddess, what was wrong with her? Why was she so unsteady on her feet? It was almost as though her body was protesting the fact that she hadn’t let Saber make her come.

  But I couldn’t, she thought, feeling dazed. I just couldn’t—not in front of everyone!

  What if everyone else was gone and it was just you and Saber? asked the critical little voice in her head. Wouldn’t have been so quick to stop him then, would you?

  Lissa was about to tell that stupid little voice to shut up when an unfamiliar slave with blue hair came up to them.

  “Well, well—that was quite a show the two of you put on. Very tender.” He smiled mockingly. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen such devotion between a slave and his lady.”

  Lissa felt her cheeks going red with embarrassment but she reminded herself that she was the one in control here. She was a grand lady—as far as anyone knew, anyway—and this person was only a slave.

  “Who are you and what do you want?” She demanded haughtily, crossing her arms over her chest.

  The slave raised his eyebrows, which were also royal blue. “Touchy, aren’t we? Well, my Lady R’awr, I am Greggor, Lady Hake’bean’s personal director of festivities. She sent me over to see personally that you had a good time. Said something about it being your first sensation party?”

  “Oh, yes—yes, it is.” Lissa nodded quickly. “And we’re very interested in trying some documents from the historical drama section of your lady’s collection.”

  “Yes, yes,” Greggor drawled. “She said something about the Hoard Wars?”

  “Exactly!” Lissa could barely contain her excitement. “Can you direct us there or take us to them?”

  “Well, I’m not taking you anywhere before you put these on.” Greggor whipped out a piece of clear plastic film that had several black dots in various sizes. “Here.”

  Before she could stop him, he had peeled off two of the sticky black dots and pasted them directly over her nipples. He was reaching to place a larger, oval-shaped dot over her exposed sex when Saber caught him by the wrist.

  “No one touches my lady there but me,” he growled, giving the other slave a hard look.

  “Very well, put it on if you like.” Greggor dropped the black oval into his hand and stepped back, rub