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  “Woman, why are you not worshipping your male’s cock?” The cool, severe voice in her ear made Sarah jump in surprise. She turned her head and saw one of the white-clad, androgynous breeding attendants frowning severely at her.

  “Oh, well…I just…” She looked up at Sazar for help but he was scowling. Clearly he was trying to think of a way out of this but Sarah was pretty certain there was no way.

  “Well?” the attendant demanded. “What are you waiting for?”

  “Nothing. I just…wanted to be certain I was in the correct position.” Instead of kneeling on the floor, Sarah settled herself on the end of the breeding bench.

  The white-coated attendant scowled even more fiercely.

  “What are you doing? Drop to your knees as the female who services The Lord Magnate is doing!”

  “But I can’t,” Sarah explained. “My, uh, pair partner is too tall for me to reach him that way. Look.”

  She reached for Sazar and for a moment she thought he wouldn’t come. He frowned at her so fiercely she was almost afraid. But then she lifted her chin again. They had to do this—there was no faking this part. Not with the attendant standing right over them. Besides, how bad could it be? She’d never touched male equipment before but from the few brief glimpses she’d had of the big Kindred’s, his was rather nice.

  “Come on, Sazar,” she said coaxingly, tugging lightly at his trousers when he stayed stubbornly out of reach of her mouth.

  “You shouldn’t have to do this.” His voice was a low growl.

  “But I want to,” Sarah protested and knew that it was true. She wanted to taste him—to know him as he had known her the other night. “You put…put your mouth on me,” she reminded Sazar in a soft voice. “I…I just want to repay the favor.”

  “But you shouldn't…” Sazar shook his head and sighed as Sarah pleaded with him with her eyes. “All right,” he said at last and stepped closer to the bench.

  Tentatively, Sarah unfastened the magnetic tabs which held his trousers closed and reached inside. Something long and thick and hard met her seeking fingers.

  For a moment she almost felt burned—he was so hot—hotter than she’d ever expected him to be. And so big too.

  His skin was smooth and soft here, ridged by veins and his shaft seemed to pulse in her hand as she drew it out of the loose trousers.

  “God,” she whispered, looking at it, half in fear and half in admiration. It was a good thing he’d promised not to put this in her tonight—she didn’t think her little virgin pussy could handle it. She ran her hands up and down its length and tried to circle the thick base with her fingers but couldn’t. He was huge.

  A muffled groan from above reminded her that the amazing shaft she was exploring belonged to someone—namely her boss. She looked up quickly to see Sazar looking down at her, his eyes half-lidded and flashing from pale to red.

  “Ladara,” he murmured. “Your soft little hands…”

  “Are not nearly enough,” the attendant, who was still watching, declared, glaring as Sarah. “Well? When are you going to get started? You must take him in your mouth to worship him properly.”

  “Oh yes—yes of course. I’m sorry,” Sarah murmured. She leaned forward, examining the broad, plum-shaped head which was darker than the rest of his shaft. There was a small slit at the top of it and a shining bead of clear liquid was welling from it.

  Since there was no way she was going to be able to swallow him down her throat, the way Chandra had done with her breeding partner, Sarah decided to take a different approach.

  Leaning forward once more, she put out her tongue and lapped away the little droplet. A salty flavor like the ocean filled her mouth and she felt her entire body respond. Her nipples were instantly hard and her pussy was suddenly liquid between her thighs.

  Numalla, she thought, remembering what Sazar had said about females who make a lot of honey. Was a numalla also good at other things? Like licking and sucking cock?

  Sarah decided to find out.

  She swirled her tongue around the broad head, drawing a groan from Sazar. His big hands were fisted at his sides, she saw, and his big body was rigidly still as though he didn’t trust himself to move—or maybe he just didn’t want to hurt her.

  She suddenly felt deliciously in control of the situation, despite the watching attendant. It was a heady sensation to know she had such power over the big, muscular Kindred—to know that she could make Sazar tremble with her touch.

  She licked him again, starting at the base this time and dragging her tongue upwards, as though he was her favorite flavor of ice cream and she wanted to eat it all before it melted.

  “Gods, Ladara.” Sazar’s deep voice drew her eyes upward. “Your sweet little mouth is so soft,” he murmured. “Love to feel you tasting me.”

  Holding his gaze with hers, Sarah dared to take the entire broad head of his cock in her mouth. Licking and sucking, she worked the long shaft with her hands. She had no idea where she got the courage to act so shamelessly but somehow it seemed right…and felt deliciously naughty.

  She’d never wanted to act this way before—for most of her life she’d been running from sex. But now she realized it wasn’t really sex she’d been running from—it was the abusive males she didn’t want to have sex with.

  Sazar was different—she wanted him. Wanted to touch him and be touched by him…wanted to taste him as he had tasted her. His deep, male musk invaded her senses and she sucked harder, lapping at the tip to get more of his salty precum as she stroked his shaft.

  Suddenly the breeding attendant was pulling her away.

  “Enough!” he (or she?) proclaimed. “You will cause your male to spill his seed outside your pussy, which is sacrilege. You must not profane the ritual in this way.”

  “Oh…I’m sorry,” Sarah gasped. “But how was I supposed to know? You asked me to worship his, uh, his equipment, so I was worshiping it.”

  “You must not profane the ritual,” the attendant repeated. “Either through action or inaction.”

  “Seems to me you’d better make up your fucking mind,” Sazar growled. “First you force her to suck me, then you say she’s sucking too much. What in the Seven Hells do you people expect from us?”

  The white-faced attendant’s eyes flashed.

  “We expect you to do as you’re told,” he or she snapped. “Now come—it is time for the breeding proper to begin.” He/she made an imperious motion to Sarah with one white-clad arm. “Turn over and lie face down upon the breeding bench. It is time to submit your pussy to your breeding partner's cock so that he may fill you with his seed.”

  Oh God, here we go! Sarah felt a shiver go through her—a tremor of heat which started in her belly and moved outward. How were they going to fake this with the attendant standing right over them? But there was nothing they could do but try.

  Taking a deep breath and shooting a silent look at Sazar, she turned over and laid face down along the padded breeding bench. Her breasts just barely fit through the oval hole in the upward curving end—clearly it had been made for girls with much smaller endowments than hers. She rested her chin on the padded curve and gripped the wooden cross-pieces which came off on either side, forming handles.

  Then she spread her thighs.

  When she opened herself she could feel a little breeze, like a chilly finger, invading the hole in the back of her breeding panties. Then the breeze was gone as Sazar stepped up behind her. Instead of a chill she felt the heat of his big body up and down her spine and especially between her spread thighs.

  It suddenly occurred to Sarah that even though faking was better than actually doing the deed, the fact remained that the big Kindred’s cock was going to be awfully close to her unprotected pussy.

  He would actually be rubbing against her and even though the breeding panties would hide the act, she would still feel his naked shaft sliding against her bare pussy lips—he might even slip inside her slick slit and rub right against her swollen