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  Blushing and trembling, I did as he asked. Reaching between my thighs, I used two fingers to spread open my outer pussy lips, revealing my slippery inner folds and my aching clit.

  “Your Goddess-pearl is so beautiful,” Kristoff murmured. “So swollen with need, my Lady.”

  “It is really achy,” I admitted softly. “It…it almost hurts, Kristoff.”

  “In that case, I must kiss my Lady to ease her pain,” he murmured. Leaning down, he placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss on my spread pussy.

  For a moment it was exactly like the accidental kiss he’d given me while we were aboard his ship. Then I had felt his tongue against me, but he hadn’t moved it at all. This time he held still for a long moment…and then licked me, pressing his tongue deep into my pussy and dragging upward to slide over the tender bump of my clit.

  Sparks of pleasure shot through me and I moaned and bucked my hips. It felt so good it was almost too much. I gasped and bit my lip as he did it again…and then again, lapping my open pussy as though I was his favorite flavor in the whole world.

  “Gods,” he muttered hoarsely, looking up at me. “You taste so good, Charlotte. And I can feel your Goddess-pearl swelling under my tongue.”

  “Having you taste me…lick me…it feels amazing,” I whispered breathlessly. “I…I never thought it could feel this way.”

  He leaned down and swirled the tip of his tongue around my swollen clit. I moaned and bucked against him again, shamelessly offering myself to his hot mouth and seeking tongue.

  “That’s good.” He looked up, his eyes filled with lust and need behind the black mask he still wore. “Open yourself completely, Charlotte.”

  “I…I thought I was open,” I said, my heart pounding. “What…what else do you want?”

  “This.” Reaching under me, he twined his long, muscular arms around my legs, splitting my thighs wide open, baring my pussy for him completely.

  I gasped at the sudden feeling of vulnerability. Not only was I open—he was holding me open—holding me down. And since he was exponentially stronger than me, there was nothing I could do to stop him. Nothing but give him what he wanted.

  “I’m going to lick you deeply now, Charlotte,” he told me, his eyes heated behind the mask. “Going to penetrate your pussy as deeply as I can with my tongue and taste your sweet honey right from your cleft.”

  “All…all right,” I said softly. “I…I won’t try to stop you.”

  “I want you to do more than just submit to my tongue inside you.” The look in his eyes was incredibly intense—almost scary. I felt my breath catch in my throat as a need that matched my own blazed from them.

  “What…what else can I do?”

  “Give yourself to me, my Goddess,” he murmured. “Press back against me. Feed me that sweet little pussy and fuck yourself on my tongue—hard.”

  “Oh God, Kristoff…” When he talked to me that way and looked me in the eyes so directly as he told me exactly what he was going to do to me and what he wanted me to do in return, I felt like I might melt into a puddle right there on the couch. Or else catch fire from the intense heat between us.

  “Promise me,” he said, bending to rub his cheek against my pussy mound once more. “Tell me you’ll give me what I want and you won’t stop until you come on my mouth.”

  “Yes,” I whispered, loving this new, aggressive side of him. He was always so deferential to me, so protective and careful. But here and now in the pleasure chamber he was different—possessive…hungry…dominant. “Yes, Kristoff—I’ll give you what you want.”

  “Good,” he murmured. “That’s very good, Charlotte.”

  Then he pulled me closer and bent his head to press his tongue long and hot and wet, deep inside my open pussy.

  I moaned and bucked against him, as well as I could. He had such a tight grip on my thighs I couldn’t do much more than roll my pelvis. Which I did, moving to meet him as he stroked deep inside me, tasting me as deeply as he could.

  At the same time, he shifted his grip on me so he could reach between my legs. The pad of one broad thumb came up and began to slide over my swollen clit once more in that hot, back and forth motion that drove me completely crazy.

  Gasping, I reached for something to hold on to and found my hands buried in his thick, dark hair.

  “Kristoff!” I moaned helplessly. “Oh, God, Kristoff!”

  Hearing his name on my lips seemed to drive him wild. He tongue-fucked me even deeper, pressing long and hard inside my channel as his thumb continued to caress my aching bud until I felt like I was either going to come or pass out from the pleasure. I writhed against him, crying out—his name a prayer on my lips.

  I don’t know how long it lasted, only that it seemed to go on forever as the pleasure built and built until I could barely remember my own name.

  All the need, all the desire that had been building inside me from the moment I had been Invested as the True Incarnation seemed to hit me at once. The orgasm felt like an explosion—something so strong it might rip me apart. I cried and gasped and begged, unable to help myself, unable to stop the moans that came from between my lips.

  Through it all, Kristoff just kept tasting me, driving his tongue deep in my pussy as he stroked my clit in that same, slow, deliberate rhythm which refused to be hurried no matter how much I begged and cried and rolled my hips.

  God, I thought. Good…so good!

  And it was—incredibly good. I rode Kristoff’s tongue and mouth, just as he had told me to, and I had never felt anything so intense in my entire life.

  I never wanted it to end.

  Kristoff

  I never wanted it to end.

  Having Charlotte under me, spread as wide as possible, her soft, pink pussy open for my seeking tongue was a fantasy I had only dreamed of and had never expected to fulfill.

  Shouldn’t be fulfilling it now, whispered a harsh voice in the back of my head. You should have let the pleasure attendant take care of her, as was the original plan.

  I had tried to follow the plan—the Goddess knows I had. But when we’d gotten to the House of Goddess Pleasures and I had seen the fright—the outright panic in Charlotte’s big, green eyes—I hadn’t been able to go through with it. Not to mention the fact that the idea of another male touching her in any way—especially sexually—sent a surge of possessive rage through me I could hardly control.

  You’d better learn to control it, whispered that same, acerbic inner voice. The Culling Ceremony for the Consort candidates is tomorrow. The day after that she’ll belong to another male—a Royal who deserves her touch. One who will bond her to him and bring her pleasure as often as he wants.

  The thought made a possessive growl rise in my throat and the urge to bond Charlotte to me—to claim her for my own—came over me so strongly I could barely hold myself back.

  Instead of plunging my shaft into her, I concentrated on fucking her with my tongue. One release wasn’t enough. I wanted to make her come again and again—to feel her honey flowing and taste her sweet nectar on my lips, knowing I was the reason for it.

  Determined to make our encounter last, I brought Charlotte to the edge over and over, making her writhe on the pleasure room couch as she called for me—called my name and mine alone—at the moment of release. I told myself that no matter what else happened or who her Consort turned out to be, we would always have the memory of this night together. The one night when I had allowed myself to give her what we both so desperately needed, though I knew it wasn’t right.

  At last she lay panting and spent, shying away from my tongue as though the sensation was too intense when I bent to lick her again.

  “Kristoff,” she whispered, her sweet voice husky from crying and moaning for so long. “I…I don’t think I can take any more.”

  “Very well, my Lady.” I placed a soft, chaste kiss to her mound and unwound my arms from around her thighs. She tried to sit up but the pleasure had made her weak. I had to help her get upright