21. Sirex

21

SIREX

S irex felt like a bastard. He'd allowed Phoebe to suck both his shafts and had come in her mouth several times. And all the while she'd been under the influence of some drug! A drug that was very possibly spiced with The Finger of the Goddess—because what else could "the Lust Finger" that Thruck had spoken of be?

He felt torn. On one hand, the objective of their mission seemed to be in sight. He knew for sure now that the artifact they sought was here in the palace. But on the other hand, he had taken sexual advantage of his protégé—which made him feel like an opportunistic scum.

Well, I won't do it again, he promised himself. I didn't know she was drugged. I'll just have to apologize to her once the damn Sparkler stuff wears off.

In the meantime, he would have to find a way to deal with her lust until morning.

The first thing to do, he decided, was to get her a shower. She really was sticky and who knew how the ingredients in the Sparkler stuff she'd spilled on herself might be affecting her? He remembered Commander Sylvan saying that it was dangerous for a female to even touch the Finger of the Goddess and the sticky stuff on her skin had been in direct contact with it and had probably picked up some of its properties.

I can't do anything about the amount she drank but I can at least get it off her skin, he thought.

Luckily, their bed chamber also had a spacious fresher. There was a large marble tub but also a walk-in shower stall. Sirex started to run a bath…and then remembered the non-con bracelets she was still wearing. He didn't want to immerse her in the water and get her shocked or electrocuted. In fact, he didn't want the non-cons she wore to get wet at all. But how was he going to manage that?

The answer presented itself when he examined the shower stall more closely and saw a silver hook mounted high up on the wall across from the spray nozzle. When he turned on the water, it sprayed well below the hook.

Next he had another look at Phoebe's bracelets—not that she made it easy. She was shifting from foot to foot and moaning softly, as though she was in some distress.

"What's wrong, baby?" Taking her by the hands, Sirex looked anxiously down into her eyes. He knew he ought to stop calling her the tender nickname—it wasn't very professional and he'd have to stop using it as soon as this mission was over. But somehow when he was worried about her it just slipped out.

"I don't know what's wrong," Phoebe moaned. "I feel so…so needy."

Sirex frowned.

"It probably has to do with that stuff you drank."

"I know." She hung her head. "I didn't mean to drink so much of it—it just tasted really nice and before I knew it, the can was empty."

"Well, we'll have to deal with the effects later. Right now I want to get you washed off."

Sirex examined the manacles. When he had put them on her, he'd noticed that the thick golden bands had clasps near their bottom edges. When he brought Phoebe's hands together, he was able to hook the manacles to each other. Perfect.

"Come on," he told her and, after taking off the top part of the golden harness, he led her into the shower stall. Sirex positioned her against the back wall of the stall but she jumped away from the wet tiles.

"Hey, that's cold!" she exclaimed.

Sirex gave her a stern look.

"I'm going to wash you with warm water in just a minute. For now, though, I need you against the wall, even if it's uncomfortable. Do you understand, Phoebe?"

She nibbled her lush bottom lip in a way he found distractingly erotic.

"Will I be your good girl if I stand still against the wall?"

Sirex felt both his shafts surge.

"Yes, you will, baby," he murmured. "You'll be my good girl."

"All right then." She stopped resisting and stood back against the tiled wall.

"Good. Now we're going to put your hands above your head to be sure we keep these non-con bracelets dry while I wash you," Sirex told her. He lifted her arms over her head and hooked the golden manacles over the silver hook—which was probably intended for this exact purpose, he thought.

He stepped out of the shower stall for a moment to remove his vest and boots, though he kept his trousers on. Then he stepped back in and turned on the warm water, watching it carefully to be sure it only sprayed her from the neck down.

" Mmm …" Phoebe gave a sensuous little shiver. "That feels nice, Sir, but I'm still so sticky," she complained. "Maybe it would help if you washed me off yourself."

Sirex had a moment of internal struggle. Technically she was still under the influence of the aphrodisiac drink. He shouldn't touch her sexually again until it was out of her system and she was able to think clearly. But Seven Hells—she looked amazing , stretched out as she was with her arms manacled above her head and her full, naked breasts on display. The only thing she had on was the bottom of the golden harness which included the clit jewelry he could see winking from between her legs. It covered her soft pussy mound and kept the phallic plug in place inside her.

"I shouldn't, baby," he said, frowning. "Shouldn't touch you again until that damn aphrodisiac is out of your system."

"What? So you're just going to leave me in need? In pain?" Her silver-green eyes went wide as she writhed against the shower wall. "Please, Sir—don't do that! You have to help me! I need your hands on me. I need to come."

Sirex sighed.

"Well, I don't' know about that but I will wash you. I just hope you won't be upset about it when the drug wears off."

"Of course I won't be upset—I love submitting to you," she purred. "Please, Sir—wash me. Touch me."

Sirex gave in at last. Stepping back into the stall, he found a small squeeze bulb that seemed to contain liquid soap. When he squirted some in his hand and rubbed his palms together, it began to foam up. Turning to Phoebe, he began to wash her, starting at the neck and then moving down to her large, full breasts.

"Oh, Sir!" she moaned as he cupped and caressed her full mounds. "Oh, that feels so good! Love your hands on me. Please—wash my nipples too."

Sirex did as she asked, tugging and teasing her sensitive peaks until she moaned and writhed helplessly under his hands.

"Touch me lower," she urged. "Could you wash my pussy?"

Sirex gave her a stern look.

"Did you spill the Sparkler stuff down there too?"

She nodded eagerly.

"I'm sure I did. Please, Sir—I'm all sticky and I need to get this harness off me— out of me. But I can't do anything without your help. Please."

Sirex had to admit she was right—she couldn't do anything sexual to herself without his help. Just the thought of her helplessness made him even hotter than he already was. And the sight of her manacled to the wall, all spread out, naked and vulnerable for him made both his shafts so hard he felt like he could fuck through a brick wall.

Be careful, whispered a warning voice in his head. You're giving in to the Scourge side of yourself. You shouldn't be enjoying the sight of her being chained up so much! You shouldn't want her to be helpless—it's wrong .

But he couldn't help himself—he liked having sexual power over his curvy protégé. And he liked that she had admitted she enjoyed submitting to him—even though it was probably just the aphrodisiac she'd taken doing the talking.

"All right, I'll remove the bottom part of the harness," he told her. "But you have to hold still and be a good girl so I can get the clit jewelry off you and the plug out of you."

"I can be good," she promised and spread her legs for him, making Sirex bite back a groan. Gods, he loved the sight of her inner pussy opening, showing him how slippery and wet she got when she was aroused. She really was a true Numalla .

Heedless of the fact that his trousers were getting wet, he knelt in front of her and carefully unfastened the bottom of the golden harness. He gently removed the clit jewelry, noticing as he did so, how hot and swollen her little Goddess Pearl was from the constant stimulation she'd been receiving.

Phoebe moaned and jumped when the clit jewelry came off.

"Oh, Sir!" she gasped, twitching her hips. "Please, be careful! That damn thing has been rubbing me all night—rubbing me without letting me come!"

"I thought you were afraid you might orgasm just from wearing it?" Sirex looked up at her.

Phoebe shook her head.

"I know—I was. But somehow no matter how much it rubbed me, I couldn't get over the edge. Not that I wanted to in public," she added, making a face. "But now I feel like it's been teasing me for hours and my poor clit is all sore and over stimulated!"

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." Without thinking about it, Sirex leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on the throbbing little button.

Phoebe moaned and bucked her hips again.

"Oh, Sir—what are you doing?"

"Just kissing you," he assured her. Actually, he wanted to do much, much more. Like all males with Kindred blood in their veins, he had a biological need to taste his female. But even more than that, he wanted to heal her. She looked so swollen and needy—the sight caused his fangs to produce essence—the pale blue liquid that all Blood Kindred made which was able to heal the female they cared for.

Yes, but you probably shouldn't be healing her this way, whispered the guilty little voice in his head. Sirex reluctantly agreed with it. Though he wanted to kiss her clit again—hell, he wanted to lap her entire pussy and make her moan his name—he pulled back and turned his attention to the golden cup and the plug that was still lodged firmly inside her.

Once he took off the gold wire cup, it was simple enough to pull the thick plug out of her pussy. But when he did, Phoebe moaned in pain.

"What is it, baby? Did I hurt you?" Sirex asked, looking up at her.

"Not…your fault," Phoebe panted. "It's just so much bigger than anything I'm used to. And now I feel all sore inside."

Again the urge to heal her flashed through him…but Sirex tried to push it away.

"Let's just get you washed up," he murmured. "Spread your legs like a good girl, Phoebe—let me wash your soft little pussy."

Moaning softly, she did as he said. Sirex held her pussy lips open and as the spray of warm water hit her swollen clit and inner folds, she gasped and jerked her hips again. Clearly she was still in pain—possibly still in need too, he thought.

Gently, he washed inside her, stroking deep into her pussy with two fingers to be sure she was clean.

"Oh…oh, Sir!" Phoebe gasped, twitching her hips as he washed her. "Oh God, that feels good but it hurts too! I'm just so tender inside."

"We'll see about that in a minute. For now I just want to be sure you're all clean," Sirex told her sternly. "Now be a good girl and let me wash you."

He spent a little while longer stroking and cleaning her until he was satisfied that she was all clean. Then he turned off the shower and lowered her arms, though he kept the manacles hooked together. He used a large, puffy blue towel to dry her thoroughly before stripping off his trousers—which were soaking wet—and drying himself as well.

Finally he took Phoebe back to the bed chamber and sat her on the bed. He was intending to go get himself a pair of sleep trousers to sleep in, but she immediately fell back against the large round mattress and started moaning and writhing.

"Phoebe? What's wrong? What is it?" Sirex leaned over her anxiously.

"Oh, Sir! I ache inside," she moaned. "It's really bad—it started when you took the plug out of me but now it's so painful I can't stand it!"

Sirex felt his heart fist in his chest. He couldn't bear to see her in pain!

"It must be some kind of side effect from the aphrodisiac they gave you," he told her. He hesitated for a moment but then she moaned again. "I could possibly heal you," he went on. "But I don't know how you'd feel about it in the morning, when the drug wears off."

"How can you heal me? Never mind, I don't care—just do it! I can't stand this much longer." Phoebe reached between her legs as though to clutch at herself but a crackle of electricity made her jerk her hands away and cry out.

"Be careful—you can't do that!" Sirex exclaimed. Climbing on the bed with her, he reached for her arms. The golden non-con manacles were still hooked together, keeping her arms in front of her. He unhooked them and then made Phoebe roll on her side before hooking them together again so that her wrists were fastened behind her back. It wasn't a very comfortable position, he thought, but it should keep her from shocking herself and hurting her most sensitive areas.

"Oh…oh, Sir, please!" she moaned, rolling back over onto her back. Having her arms behind her raised her hips. When she parted her legs, Sirex could see how very swollen and slippery her pussy was.

The sight made essence squirt from his fangs and flood his mouth and the need to heal her overcame any inhibitions or worries he might have had.

"Fuck it!" he growled. Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he pulled her down to the end of the bed. Then he dropped to his knees and buried his face between her legs.

He was going to fucking heal her and deal with the consequences tomorrow!