Читать книгу The Pleasure Palace - Evangeline Anderson - Страница 9

“Ty, please…I need you.” Her slender form moved beneath him, all cream and gold in the soft light. She looked so beautiful, like a creature made of moonlight. Her high, generous breasts were tipped with pale pink nipples, and the soft mound of reddish curls between her slightly parted legs glimmered faintly like spun rubies.

“What do you need, sweetheart?” he whispered gently, running one hand down her smooth, creamy flank, loving the way she shivered and arched like a cat under his touch.

“Need you inside me, filling me up.” She parted her thighs wider and he could see the pouting pink lips of her tender pussy spread wide for him, inviting him in. She was so wet for him, needed him so much. His cock was a throbbing bar of iron, urging him to do what she asked. Urging him to fill her completely and fuck her thoroughly. To Bond with her and make her his forever.

“Fuck me, Ty…” she begged, writhing beneath him wantonly. He found that he was closer now, the head of his cock rubbing along that sweet, slippery flesh. She was hot inside, burning with need for him. “Fuck me,” she begged him again. “Fuck me and fill me up. Make me yours…always and only yours.” With a groan he felt himself giving in, pressing the head of his cock into her slick entrance, feeling her warm wetness envelop him completely as he buried himself to the hilt in her sweet, tight cunt…

One dream merged into another. Hypersleep seemed to last forever.

Ty woke up from a strangely familiar dream about his aunt Pinky. He was twelve again and it was about the time she had given him a real live gerbil in its own habitat.

“It’s really alive? Not just a ’bot with synthi-fur?” he asked excitedly and Aunt Pinky had nodded her cotton-candy swirl of hair and smiled.

“Got it on sale at the port, honey. The man selling them was going out of business. Look, I got you the food and everything.” She held out a box full of green pellets that looked like food replacements but smelled gross.

“Yuck! He likes to eat this stuff?”

“Sure does. That’s choco-dogs and carbo-chug to him.” Choco-dogs were his favorite. Aunt Pinky always knew.

“Can I hold him?”

“Sure can. Here…” She reached into the tiny square habitat and cupped the squirming bundle of fur in her elegant, long-nailed hand.

“Oh, he’s so light and warm! Nothing like a ’bot. I’m gonna call him Mr. Wiggles.”

“That’s right, honey. Now if you sit on the floor and hold Mr. Wiggles in your skirt, he’ll feel safe and get to know you.”

“Okay…” He sat on the floor of his room and spread out the pale green striped synthi-cotton skirt, which had been another birthday present…

No, wait a minute…this wasn’t right.

Tyson opened his eyes at last in time to see the beveled front of his sleep tube sliding open. The robe he wore was slightly damp with perspiration. Hypersleep raised your body temperature a few degrees and it felt a little like having a fever when you first woke up, he remembered. With a shrug of his broad shoulders, he peeled the robe off.

He tried to piece the rapidly deteriorating dream together…something about a gerbil and his aunt Pinky? But he had never had a gerbil or an aunt named Pinky. Choco-dogs made him queasy. And he had certainly never owned or worn a pale green striped skirt….

“I know you didn’t. I did. Loved that skirt…gerbil chewed a hole in it and I caught blue holy hell from my mom.” It took Ty a minute to realize the voice was coming from inside his head. He turned to see the sleep tube next to him slide open and watched as Shaina slowly opened her still-dreamy ocean-green eyes.

“Did you just talk inside my head?” he asked carefully, feeling distinctly strange about asking such a question. It seemed like something you would ask someone in a dream. He remembered some of the dreams he’d been having before the one about Mr. Wiggles and looked closely at Shaina. Was he still dreaming?

“I don’t know. Did I?” Her face was still relaxed from the utter oblivion of hypersleep.

“I think you did,” Ty told her, beginning to feel a bit more awake himself. Her creamy skin was flushed, he noticed, and wisps of her fiery red hair had begun to curl into tiny love-tendrils around her pointed, kittenish face. The white synthi-cotton robe she wore was damp and nearly transparent. He could clearly see the full curves of her breasts outlined in the emerald green of her bra. Her nipples were erect and pressing tantalizingly against the fabric. Suddenly, his cock felt like a bar of lead inside his briefs. Take it easy. Just the aftereffects of hypersleep, he thought, and this time he was reasonably sure the voice in his head was just his own internal monologue.

“What aftereffects?” Shaina looked at him and Tyson shook his head mutely. Had she caught his thought? “I had the strangest dream…” she whispered, still seemingly half to herself. “I was back in Second School and there was this girl in my class…Treena Tist, who I really liked. Only everybody called her…”

“Treena Tits because she had the biggest…wait a minute. That’s my memory, not yours.”

Tyson felt fully awake now and more than a little disturbed. What was going on?

“Ah, I see the symbiotes are becoming active. You have been sharing dreams.” The Glameron’s soft voice broke into Tyson’s agitated thoughts.

“Wait a minute, when we agreed to be injected with these things, nobody said anything about sharing dreams,” Ty pointed out.

“I can see why you liked Treena. She was really pretty.”

“Could you please stop that for a minute?” he snapped irritably, looking at Shaina. Her eyes were still half-lidded and he guessed that she was having a difficult time shaking off the hypersleep. To make matters worse, he was still fiercely aroused and seeing Shaina leaning against the side of her sleep tube with that dreamy expression on her face, like a woman who’d just woken up after a night of hard loving, didn’t help any. God, he just wanted to kiss her, just once. He wanted to taste those soft, pink lips…

“Why don’t you?” she whispered in his mind. She thought she was still dreaming, Ty realized, but he couldn’t help himself. Just one kiss…He stepped forward and pulled her unresisting body into his arms. She was soft and warm and smelled of that feminine musk that drove him crazy with need. He lowered his head and took her mouth the way he’d wanted to from the first time he saw her, burying his large hands in her glorious tumble of flame-colored hair and tilting her face up so that he could explore her lips thoroughly, claim her completely.

“Mmmm,” Ty heard her purr through the symbi-link. She wanted this as much as he did, he suddenly understood. She felt the same fire, the same need whenever they touched. He crushed her against him. She felt so fragile and soft in his arms. He wanted to own her…to possess her completely. Wanted to Bond with her. He knew it was the dominant D’Lonian in him coming out, but he couldn’t help it. Inside his head, he could hear Shaina hoping that this dream would never end.

“It’s no dream, Shaina. It’s real. I want you. I’ve always wanted you. I’ve always known you should belong to me…” His cock throbbed demandingly and he suddenly wanted to rip open her robe, peel down that flimsy little bra, and suck her ripe pink nipples until she screamed. Wanted to take her here and now, to spread her legs, mount her, fill her, fuck her until she moaned and begged for more…until she belonged to him completely and forever.

“Wait a minute…Not a dream?” Shaina suddenly stiffened in his arms and Ty felt a current of fear like a jolt of electricity through their link. Her eyes widened as she came fully awake. She slid out of his arms, although he didn’t want to let her go, and backed carefully away from him, her frightened green eyes never leaving his face. Tyson realized with an inward wince that she must have heard his last thought.

“Oh my Goddess…can’t believe…” Shaina’s thoughts were nearly inarticulate and the air in the small sleep chamber was suddenly charged with nervous tension.

“I…uh, didn’t mean that the way it sounded.” He approached her carefully as she continued to back away. “Look, McCullough, I’m sorry.”

She shook her head mutely. She was thinking that he looked like some kind of a wild animal with his hair sticking up all over the place and his eyes like molten gold in his dark face. His teeth were so white and sharp…she had heard rumors about D’Lonian men and she wondered if they were true.

“What rumors? That we bite our women’s heads off during mating?” Ty thought at her, fiercely sarcastic. He had never pegged Shaina as being racist.

“I’m not racist! Just scared…” she finished to herself but Ty heard it. Of course he did. He heard everything and so did Shaina…

“You,” he roared, turning to the Glameron, who was standing quietly by and watching them as though he was viewing a particularly engrossing vid. “A little help here, damn it!”

“Certainly.” Faron stepped forward calmly and turned first to Shaina. “Mistress McCullough, Master Tyson is enamored of you and has been from the first moment he met you. His caring and deep concern for your safety are what causes him to treat you in a less than civil manner sometimes.”

“Master Tyson,”—he turned back to Ty—“Mistress McCullough both desires and fears you. Her fear stems from both inexperience and the somewhat exaggerated rumors she has heard about the extreme sexual appetites of D’Lonians, which I understand makes up a large part of your heritage. Were she not a virgin…”

“That’s not exactly what I meant,” Tyson growled, cutting off the Glameron’s calm speech. “What I meant was how do we turn it off?” Across the room, Shaina was rapidly reciting prime numbers inside her head to keep from thinking any embarrassing thoughts he might overhear, but her face was red with mortification at Faron’s blunt revelations. Ty wondered if she really was a virgin…

“Yes, I bloody well am. Does that make you feel happy? Or is it more like smugly superior? Just one more thing that you’re good at that I’m not,” Shaina yelled at him, her face crumpling into tears of embarrassment. Damn it all to hell, now he had made her cry when hurting her was the last thing Ty ever wanted to do.

“How do we turn it off?” he demanded, feeling ready to strangle somebody, preferably Minister Waynos, who had talked them into this in the first place. But the fat little bastard was light-years away at this point. Through the symbi-link he could hear Shaina thinking much the same thing. Well, great minds think alike, he thought, although they don’t usually have to hear each other do it. He sighed.

“I am afraid, Master Tyson, that there is no way to ‘turn it off,’ as you put it, but there are techniques for controlling what messages you send through your link.” The Glameron still spoke as mildly and calmly as if they were standing around discussing the weather instead of wallowing in each other’s most embarrassing private thoughts.

“Okay, so gimme a technique. In case you didn’t notice, we’re having kind of a rough time over here. And so far you’re not helping it any.” Tyson’s voice was tense.

“As you desire, so I shall serve. Come, place your hands in mine and try to clear your minds.” Not knowing what else to do, Tyson seized the Glameron’s hand angrily and squeezed, probably harder than necessary; Faron winced slightly but said nothing. Feeling slightly ashamed of himself, Ty eased up. They stood there, waiting for Shaina, who was still pressed against the far wall of the room looking at them mistrustfully, with tears drying on her cheeks.

The wall of the sleep chamber was covered with the same, pale gray moss as the other walls of the ship. Ty saw her turn her cheek against the soft touch of the moss as though for comfort. The gesture tore at his heart; he had never wanted to hurt or scare her, it was just that his need for this woman was so damn strong…

“Shaina…” he thought and then tried again out loud. “I’m sorry, McCullough. Please…” He didn’t know what else to say. Obviously he had scared her to death with his strong emotions and his desire to possess her. “It was just the aftereffects of the hypersleep talking, Shaina. I’m sorry if I scared you,” he said desperately, although it was untrue. She obviously wasn’t ready to reciprocate his emotions, and until she was, he would just have to keep them under wraps. If these damned symbiotes would let him, that was.

“Come, dear one.” Faron’s voice was soft and coaxing. “It is difficult to have another in your head for the first time. Let me help you.”

Shaina straightened and wiped the tears from her cheeks in quick, jerky motions. “I don’t feel like I can trust you now, Faron,” she said quietly. “After what you told Tyson about me…”

“Child, I am sorry that I revealed your secret, but you must understand that it was not a secret you could be allowed to keep.”

“I don’t see why not. It’s no one’s business but mine.” She raised her chin defiantly and stared at the constantly changing, jewellike eyes of the Glameron, which swirled green and amber alternately. Faron stared calmly back.

“Have you really so little understanding of what will be expected of you on Syrus Six?” he asked sternly. “You cannot abstain there and expect to be believed. If your innocence is suspected, your lie will be exposed and you will be found out and killed. Better for your partner to know now than have to guess later at some critical time when both your lives and the life of young Master Paul hang in the balance. Do you see?”

“I…I guess so. But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.” Shaina frowned and took a deep breath. Ty could see her gathering herself for the ordeal ahead. “Can you really help us control this?”

“It is a certainty. Come, take my hand.” Reluctantly, Shaina did so. Inwardly, Tyson breathed a sigh of relief.

“Now,” the Glameron said. They stood in a loose circle, both holding hands with Faron, although Ty made sure not to touch Shaina and he noticed she was equally careful not to touch him. “Close your eyes and clear your minds of everything but what I tell you. I want you to picture a blank white wall. Nothing has ever been written there. It is smooth and clean as an eggshell curving in the void of your minds…”

Tyson began to see the wall that the Glameron spoke of. It curved across his mind looking like the huge white barrier between the regular and private port sector back home.

“Good, Master Tyson, a very apt analogy,” Faron murmured. “Now behind this wall is where you will keep your private thoughts. When you want to send a thought to one another, I want you to picture what you are saying being written in bold black lettering on the wall. The script that you see is all that you will send through your link. Master Tyson, you will attempt this first.”

“I…don’t know if I should.” Ty had never felt so uncertain of himself before. He only knew he didn’t want to hurt Shaina any worse than he already had. The Glameron didn’t answer him in words but only squeezed his hand slightly. Ty found the gesture oddly reassuring. Hesitantly, he began to picture a black marking tube writing words on the vast, curving expanse of the blank white wall in his mind.

“Shaina, I don’t know what to say.” He concentrated fiercely on only sending the words and not the emotions he felt for her. After a moment, he heard her answer.

“I don’t either.”

Now that he was calmly concentrating, Ty noticed that her mental voice left a very distinctive flavor on the back of his tongue, sweet and a little salty. It was the way he had always imagined her soft little cunt would taste. He was very careful to keep this particular thought behind the white wall. “You taste good inside my head, sweet.”

“You taste spicy.” Unexpectedly, he felt her soft, cool hand slip into his. Ty dared to open his eyes and look at her. Her hair was tousled and her eyes were still a little puffy from crying. Her full lips were swollen from the passionate kiss they had shared earlier. God, she was beautiful.

“Thank you.”

Hastily Ty closed his eyes and concentrated on the wall.

At last Faron declared himself satisfied with their progress. “Master, Mistress, I shall prepare nourishment for you if it would please you both to step into the fresher and cleanse yourselves. I will provide appropriate clothing for both of you after we eat and your real lessons will begin. I warn you, however, that mastering the mannerisms and society of Syrus Six will not be quite as easy as mastering the symbiotes.”

Tyson groaned as he stumbled off to the fresher to take a much needed shower. If the second lesson was harder than the first one, he wasn’t sure he could take it. Already he felt wrung out emotionally and physically and all he’d done for the past hour and a half was hold hands with Shaina and think really hard.