20. Krynn

Iunderstood what Sel was doing, but I didn't want the Princess to fear us. We were the only ones who were truly loyal to her in the whole Palace—she needed to be able to trust us both.

So when Sel laid her down on the white fur coverlet, I lay down beside her on her right and tried to soothe her as he lay on her left.

"It's all right, my Lady," I murmured, stroking the long, beautiful hair out of her lovely face. "Sel and I won't do anything you don't want—we just need to ease the ache you're feeling."

"How…what do you mean? How do you know I'm, uh, aching?" she demanded, her Royal Purple eyes wide and uncertain. Gods, she was lovely!

Maybe it was the touch of humanity that remained in her that made her so beautiful, I speculated. Her skin wasn't pure platinum and her eyes still held human emotion. Nor was she as tall as a Fae lady of the Court—her slight stature made me feel protective of her.

"We can tell you're in need by the way your nipples have grown so sensitive—and the way you're pressing your legs together." Sel nodded down to where she was, indeed, squeezing her thighs tightly together.

"We're not going to hurt you," I promised her. "Just let us ease some of your sexual need. If we don't, your Thirst will overwhelm you and you'll lose control—you might even kill whoever you drink from first," I added, trying to let her know the gravity of the situation.

She got a stubborn look on her lovely face.

"I'm not going to kill anyone because I'm not going to bite anyone and drink their blood! That's crazy—I'm not some kind of a vampire!"

"I don't know what a fucking ‘vampire' is," Sel growled. "But you need to let us ease you, Princess. Otherwise the need and the Thirst will just keep growing until they get out of control."

"Can you let us help you?" I asked her. "If we promise not to do anything you don't enjoy?" Reaching out, I stroked her cheek lightly. "You're so beautiful, my Lady," I murmured. "Please let us pleasure you."

"Well…" She bit her lip and both of us waited for her answer. I hoped she would trust us—it might mean life or death for one or both of us during her first Quenching.

But as yet, she still looked undecided.