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“If you don’t want to ride a cock and be penetrated, maybe you’d rather strap on a phallus and do the penetrating yourself while you drink?” Lady Elgiana asked.
“Oh yes—we do have some lovely phalluses—just over here.”
Before I could stop her, Lady Nolana had stepped out from behind the privacy screen and was leading me across the room to a cupboard which was embedded in the wall. Throwing it open, she revealed a wide array of leather harnesses and dildos that fit in them. Most of them seemed to be carved of smooth wood and all had been painted or stained Royal Purple.
“There you are, Princess,” Lady Elgiana said, giving me a nasty grin. “Just strap one on and have at the male of your choice mewling at your feet!”
“What?”
I was completely aghast now. Not that I didn’t understand what she meant—I did. I read spicy romance—or I did before my divorce, anyway—so I knew a pegging harness when I saw one. I even kind of thought the idea of pegging a willing man was hot…but again not in front of everyone and not while I was drinking his blood.
“No thank you!” I shook my head emphatically. “I’m not doing that. In fact, I’m not doing any of this. I’m out of here.”
I started for the door of the dressing room, only to see it suddenly fly open. Standing in the doorway was Lord Mordren flanked by two of the Palace guards.
“Hey!” I exclaimed, doing my best to cover myself with my arms. “Don’t you knock?”
“Well, well—I see you’re all ready for your first Quenching, Princess.” Mordren’s eyes raked over me and he got a lustful look on his face that made my skin crawl. “Aren’t you a lovely little thing when you’re dressed right?”
“Stop it!” I snapped. “You can just leave so I can get changed because I am not doing this—any of it.”
I started to turn away from him but Mordren stepped in front of me.
“I’m sorry, Princess,” he said, sounding anything but. “However, you have no choice. You must quench the Thirst inside you. Besides, if you don’t come, your two little playthings will be so upset. They’re already strapped to the Quenching chairs and waiting for you.”
“Wait—Quenching chairs?” I shook my head. “What the hell are those?”
“Why don’t you come along with me to the Quenching Parlor and find out?” Mordren said mockingly. He nodded at the two muscular guards who nodded back.
And then, before I knew it, the two guards had me by the arms and were dragging me out the door and across the way to the Quenching Parlor where Seldarin and Krynn were waiting for me.
28
Lily
I was horrified when I first walked in. Not by the décor—which was all dark maroon and gold brocade and looked kind of like an old-timey bordello. But by the fact that both Krynn and Seldarin were strapped down in what looked like torture devices.
“What did you do to them?” I demanded, running forward. On closer inspection, the devices they were in looked a little bit like dentist’s chairs. Well, if a dentist’s chair had leather straps on the arms and across the footrest at the bottom to hold the patient in place. These must be the “Quenching chairs.”
Both Sel and Krynn were strapped into these chairs, which were semi-reclined. The guys were shirtless and someone had opened both their trousers, which meant that both of their cocks were out and on display.
“Sel! Krynn!” I came to stand between the two chairs, looking down at them.
“Hello, Princess.” Sel looked up at me, his bronze eyes glowing with a mixture of emotions I couldn’t name. Maybe lust mixed with reluctance? “You look beautiful,” he growled softly.
Krynn, on the other hand, wasn’t reluctant at all.
“My Lady,” he breathed, looking up at me, his green eyes drowsy with lust. “I am ready to serve you in any way you deem necessary.” And turning his head, he bared the side of his throat for me invitingly.
“You can stop that, because I’m not…not going to…” My words trailed off and I found that—to my horror—I was studying the vein on Krynn’s neck. It was just under the surface and I could almost see it pulsing. Not only that, I could smell it—the sweet, coppery, metallic scent must be the blood pumping through his vessels. But how was I suddenly so attuned to it?
“Princess, come here! Stop it—bite me first!” Seldarin’s deep voice broke my concentration and called me from my rapt contemplation of Krynn’s neck.
“Hmm?” I took a step closer to the big Fae. “What are you saying?”
“I’m asking you to bite me first,” he said urgently.
“But why?” I frowned. “Is it because you’re worried about him?”
