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  “Go,” The Gy’at Li commanded. “All will be well.” With those final words, Klykka’s holo-image vanished.

  An idea struck Kari, one she hadn’t thought of before. Slipping into her black zoka and grabbing her matching sandals, she left her dressing room and walked toward the stage.

  “What are you doing, child?” Arista whispered in a harsh voice. “Remove the zoka and—”

  “Trust me.” Kari pleaded with her through wide, silver-blue eyes. “Please.”

  Arista frowned. “I’ve no bedamned time to debate this so apparently I must!” She didn’t look pleased, but she exited onto the stage.

  Still behind the stage where customers couldn’t view her, Kari closed her eyes and steadied her breathing. She entered into the trance-like state it had taken years of training to reach. She could hear Arista announcing her arrival to the gathered throng, but the meditative state kept her calm.

  Kari’s private parts were covered, but she would be nude before the performance ended. Arista might not have understood why, but some niggling feeling told Kari none of the patrons had ever seen a striptease before. She just hoped to hell and back that Arista would be proud of her initiative.

  Since zokas didn’t have a top portion, she had made do by ripping off the scarf-like strings from her sandals and quickly fashioning them into something of a bra. With naturally large breasts, the black strips of cloth covered only her nipples and tied behind her back.

  “’Tis with great pleasure,” Arista’s voice boomed out, “that I introduce to you the most seductive and beautiful apprentice ever known to me…”

  Kari’s eyes flew open. She grunted. Even if The de Valor was only saying that to get the crowd riled up, it was a lot of fucking pressure! Praise the goddess for trances. And matpow.

  “From the House of Gy’at Li, under the protection of her sister and Mistress, I give to you…”

  Just say my name already! I feel like a slutty boxer being publicized by the Don King de Valor!

  “Kari…”

  Primitives can out-sexy anyone. I’ve got this! Fuck! Shit! Fuck!

  “Gy’at…”

  Hurry up!

  “Liiiiiiiiiiii!”

  I very well may faint!

  The crowd burst into raucous applause the same moment the music cued. Their excitement was palpable and bolstered her confidence—at least enough to give her the courage to walk on stage.

  The shimmering lights dimmed and the spotlight basked her in a fiery glow. The tavern fell silent. She smiled inwardly, knowing she’d made the right bet—they had no idea what a striptease was. Primitive Earthlings: 1, The Allegedly Advanced: 0.

  The music was simultaneously hypnotic and sensual. Kari sauntered toward middle stage, strolling like a fashion model on the catwalk in slow motion. All eyes were on her, waiting to understand what came next. She could see Arista standing backstage gnawing at her lip.

  Kari looked to the crowd, a sensual smile curving her lips. She raised her hands above her head before slowly bringing them down to rest above her breasts. Trailing her hands down to the strip of cloth covering her nipples, she started to remove it, showing a hint of her areolas, then put the cloth back.

  The crowd roared. She could feel Arista’s approval without looking toward her to confirm it.

  Turning around to give the crowd her back, she threw the patrons a naughty look from over her shoulder while playing with the ties that held the cloth together. Again, the customers cheered. She undid the tie and let it fall away while keeping her breasts shielded from view by holding the cloth in place. The hollering grew louder.

  Methodically and sensuously turning to face the crowd, she held the strip across her nipples, her breasts spilling out both over and under it. The men wanted to see her nipples more than they wanted air to breathe. She gave her breasts a jiggle, teasing the patrons, and earning louder cheers than before. Biting her lip in a playful manner, she used the cloth like a feather boa, slithering it around, but not letting it fall.

  It was all they could take; the crowd went wild.

  Kari prepared to drop the cloth. Deciding to make eye contact with one of the customers, she zeroed in on the man closest to her. Her eyes widened. She did a double-take. Kari’s breath caught in the back of her throat as her silver-blue gaze clashed with a glowing gold one too familiar and commanding to ignore. It was him.

  Out of all the taverns in Crystal City, the Trystonni warrior of her most fevered fantasies had managed to track her down. She didn’t know how she knew he’d hunted her in particular, but she did. His eyes, heavy-lidded with arousal, narrowed in on the nipples he badly desired to see. He wanted to do more than look, she realized, but looking was all he would get.

  His arousal empowered her. The fierce warrior had managed to throw her off her game for a Nuba-second, but Kari was back in control. She let the cloth fall to the ground, her puffy, pink nipples bared and erect, her wine-red curls cascading down her shoulders and framing her body. She could hear the patrons shouting and hooting, but her attention was focused solely on the only man she’d wanted in seventeen years—the one she couldn’t allow herself to have.

  She played with her nipples, tweaking and massaging them, her gaze not straying from his. His erection was visible through the black leather pants all males of his species wore. His golden gaze, so possessive, stayed trained on her nipples. She knew he wanted to suck them and that knowledge was the most powerful aphrodisiac in all the worlds combined.

  Next was the zoka. She teased and taunted, gave the audience her back again, and pretended to remove it. When the crowd groaned, she didn’t care, for it was only his reaction that mattered. Sliding the zoka down so he could see her bare ass, Kari bent over and gave him an unobstructed view of her wet pussy. She heard him mutter something imperceptible under his breath. He reached out to touch her cunt, but she stood up and pulled her thong back on. The tavern roared.

  Turning again to face the warrior, this time Kari slid out of the zoka and let it fall to the floor. She could hear the shouting, but it didn’t signify. Again, he was all that mattered.

  His golden gaze zeroed in on her triangular patch of wine-red hair. She let him run his fingers through it, didn’t resist when he rubbed her clit, and allowed herself to reenter the trance.

  She sat in front of the giant, legs spread wide open, and massaged her pussy for his viewing pleasure. Allowing herself to go deeper into the trance, Kari’s mind reached the void—the source of all power. Too aroused to feel the elation she deserved to feel for reaching it, she used her power from within the void to bring the audience into an arousal-lock. From this moment until she broke the trance, the customers would feel everything she did.

  Kari played with her nipples, plumping them up, and moaning from the pleasure. The patrons followed suit, all of them experiencing the very hedonism Kari was. Her gaze found the warlord’s. His breathing, in tune with hers, was heavy with arousal.

  Like a wild animal unable to control himself, the warrior buried his face between her thighs and sucked on her pussy as if he owned it. Kari groaned as her head lolled back. The crowd groaned in response, unable to break her spell if they’d wanted to. The giant’s callused hands found her breasts. His fingers massaged her stiff nipples. Kari’s breathing grew increasingly labored as the warlord sucked harder, his possessiveness a tangible feeling.

  Her orgasm was explosive. She knew from the moaning and shouts of satisfaction permeating the air that the audience was coming as hard as she was. She could feel the warrior’s hot cum spurt from his cock as though it was inside her. He kept sucking on her cunt as he came, forcing a second, harder orgasm on her.

  Kari screamed from the intensity of it. The patrons came so hard that all but one of them passed out. That one kept nuzzling her pussy, his tongue curling around her clit and demanding more. She gave him what he wanted, her fingers running through his hair while pressing his face closer. “I’m coming!” she wailed. “Only for you—ohhhh