“What? What is it?” Harper couldn’t help feeling worried at the frustrated tone she heard in the big Kindred’s voice.
“Here. See for yourself.” He passed the golden tablet to her and, after a moment of figuring out the holo controls which floated above the tablet, Harper read the article he’d found.
The sex-milk most commonly found on Juno, in use at the “nursing” tents in the Thieves' Market is an extremely strong aphrodisiac known to work only on females in whom it causes extreme sexual arousal. It produces side-effects of pseudo-lactation causing the breasts to fill with a pale purple “nectar” and swell to several times their normal size.
“All right, tell me something I don’t know,” Harper muttered, scrolling down as she skimmed the article rapidly. “How do you cure the symptoms, damn it?”
The stupid article went on and on about how aroused and sexually needy a female who ingested sex-milk would be and how eagerly she would welcome a male inside her.
A freaking date rape drug—that’s what it is!
Harper knew she ought to be enraged that she’d been given this horrible stuff—and she was. But the sex-milk was also still working on her, making her aroused even though she didn’t want to be.
Just reading about how a female would crave sexual contact and penetration after ingesting the stuff made her remember how big Shad was below the belt and imagine how good it would feel to have all that girth and length thrusting its way deep inside her. She had to force herself to push that mental image away and focus on the problem at hand.
Finally she came to the end of the article and her heart sank.
“There is no known antidote for those who are given the insidious sex-milk—typically it will take years to work its way out of the victim’s system. However, there is hope if the symptoms are caught in time. If the female who has ingested the sex-milk has a willing male partner, he must drink some of the nectar from her breasts. As males are not affected by sex-milk, the nectar will be broken down and changed in the male body. In short order, his own bodily fluids will become a kind of antidote. When rubbed into the vaginal area of the sex-milk victim in time, these may effect a complete cure. But there is a limited window of only four solar hours from the time of ingestion for this method to be effective.”
Harper looked up in s sudden panic. Four hours? That’s all the time you get?
How long had it been since she’d drunk the disgusting, fruity tasting sex-milk anyway? Was the four hour count supposed to be from the first cup she’d taken or the last? What was she going to do?
She looked at Shad, feeling panicked.
“We’ve only got four hours. How long has it been since the nursing tent?”
“Nearly that long, I believe.”
“Oh my God. Oh God!” Harper looked down at herself, at her huge breasts leaking the pale purple nipples. “I don’t want to be stuck like this forever!”
“You won’t be,” Shad said firmly. He looked at her directly. “I don’t want to offend your modesty, Harper, but we have precious little time. You’d better come here.”
“But you can’t…I mean, I don’t want you to…” She shook her head, unable to finish.
“Harper, sweetheart…” Shad gave her a level look, his pale eyes burning. “I know this feels strange and wrong to you but we don’t have much time. You need to let me help you.”
“By sucking this weird nectar stuff out of my breasts?” Harper looked at him incredulously. “How can you even want to do that?”
“I want to because it’s you—part of you,” he said gently. “I want to do anything I can to keep you from hurting, Harper.”
Harper wanted to hang back—to protest again that this was gross and he shouldn’t want to do it. But as Shad settled back on the bed, his broad shoulders against the curving headboard of the round bed, she realized she had no choice. Still, a large part of her was nervous.
“What about after you, uh, suck them—suck me, I mean?” she asked in a shaking voice. “And your body breaks down the nectar to make the, uh, antidote. What about the body fluids part? Which, um, fluids are you planning on using to cure me?”
“You’re thinking of the girls in the tent—of the way they let those males use them,” Shad growled.
Harper nodded, her cheeks hot. She could still see Bianetta thrusting herself on the strange male’s cock while he sucked her full breasts. She supposed they must keep their new girls in some kind of isolation until the four hour window had passed although Pie-lo had certainly been willing to sell her early. God, if Shad hadn’t come along just when he had…
“I won’t make love to you—won’t fill you with my seed.” There was iron in the big Kindred’s voice when he spoke which drew her out of her unhappy thoughts. Harper had a feeling he was telling himself as much as her. “But there are other things we can do to make certain the cure gets from me to you,” he continued.
“What other things?” Harper still hung back, uncertain. If he wasn’t going to make love to her, what was he planning to do?
Shad patted his lap. “You’ll see. Time is running out, Harper. Unless you want to be stuck like this for the rest of your life, you need to come let me help you now.”
When he put it like that, Harper knew she didn’t have a choice.
Biting her lip, she turned to face him.
“That’s right,” he murmured softly. “Straddle me, sweetheart. Makes it easier for me to reach your breasts.”
“All right.” Harper threw a leg over his lean hips and muscular thighs and then settled in his lap, facing him. She made certain, though, that she was supporting most of her weight on her knees. She didn’t want to rub up against him like a cat in heat—especially when she didn’t have any underwear on under the green robe.
Despite her precautions, she felt awkward and ashamed, sitting there with her huge breasts thrusting into his face but Shad didn’t seem to mind.
They’re so big now and they ache, she thought miserably. I look like a freak—look deformed! How can he want to do this?
“It’s all right, Harper,” Shad murmured, as though reading her thoughts. He stroked her hot cheek lightly. “You’re beautiful—always so beautiful to me. Don’t be afraid.”
“I…I’m not afraid,” Harper said. “I’m just…ashamed.”
“Don’t be,” he said firmly. “This isn’t your fault and we’re going to fix it right now.”
His words seemed to soothe Harper’s humiliation. It was just a bad situation that had to be gotten through, she told herself. She tried to ignore the throbbing in her pussy and made sure she wasn’t pressing against him as Shad began.
Lightly, he palmed her heavy globes, his thumbs making idle circles around her blackberry-dark nipples.
“Slowly at first,” he murmured to her. “Gently.”
Harper had to bite back a moan as he leaned forward and kissed the slope of one breast and then the other. Though she tried to keep herself clenched below the waist, she could feel her pussy opening—spread by her wide stance as she straddled him. She looked down at herself, making sure she was covered with the green robe. God, he was already driving her crazy and he hadn’t even sucked her nipples yet! And still Shad took things slowly.
“I…I thought you were going to suck them,” she blurted at last when he continued to lay soft, open-mouthed kisses all over her swollen breasts without actually touching her aching nipples. “You’re driving me crazy, Shad!”
“Forgive me. I wanted to get you warmed up first.” His deep voice came out low and hoarse.
“I’m plenty warm,” Harper assured him and it was nothing but the truth. She could feel her pussy juices beginning to slide down and dampen her outer thighs. It was embarrassing and arousing at the same time. “Please, Shad,” she whispered, not wanting to beg but not being able to help it. “Please, I need…need you to start.”
“Of course, sweetheart,” he murmured. “I didn’t mean to tease you. Let me help you now.”
Looking into her eyes, he planted his hands firmly on her ass and drew her closer to him. Then, still holding her gaze, he swirled his tongue around Harper’s aching right bud and sucked it deep into his mouth.
“Oh…oh!” Harper moaned, clutching his broad shoulders as he began to draw the nectar from her. It felt so good—so right—like she could feel the hard suction of his mouth not only on her nipple but right between her thighs in her aching pussy.
Now she understood the willingness of the girls at the nursing tent to let complete strangers drain their breasts. The need to be emptied and the pleasure each suck brought was so strong it overcame almost any other hesitation she might have felt. Instead, she pressed herself forward eagerly, silently begging Shad to take her even deeper and suck harder.
After the first necessary swallow to allow his body to process her nectar into an antidote, Harper had expected him to take a break to spit out the pale purple nectar. Instead he swallowed again and then again, and continued to suck.
Oh God, how could he stand it, she wondered hazily. Did he actually like the taste?
You certainly liked the taste of the sex-milk—maybe it tastes the same, whispered a little voice in her brain. Harper shoved it away and tugged reluctantly on Shad’s thick black hair.
“Wait,” she made herself say. “You’ve probably had enough to, uh, make the antidote. Don’t…don’t you want to, uh, spit it out now?”
Shad released her nipple and shook his head.
“It’s delicious,” he murmured. “You’re delicious, sweetheart. All of you.”
“Sweetheart” was nice but Harper wished secretly that he would call her “Kallana” again. Then she decided that was a really bad idea if they ever wanted to go back to keeping their distance, as Shad had put it, after this was all over.
“I still don’t know how you’re going to cure me,” she whispered as he nuzzled her heavy breasts again. “I mean, how exactly—”
“Gently,” Shad murmured. Holding her eyes with his, he sucked her tight nipple deep into his mouth again. He sucked it deep and hard, drawing the nectar from her, and then swallowed deliberately.
“Oh my God,” Harper whispered unsteadily. She shifted, wishing her pussy didn’t feel quite so needy and swollen but there didn’t seem to be anything she could do about it. With each deep pull of her breast into his mouth, she got hotter and wetter.
Shad didn’t stop either. He continued to drink her nectar and soon it was beginning to feel like a mini-orgasm each time he sucked her nipple. But though her pleasure was building faster and faster, she still hadn’t reached that elusive peak.
Harper squirmed in his lap and found she couldn’t hold herself up above him anymore. With a low moan, she sank down and rested her open pussy against his leather-clad pelvis. The rigid lump under his tight black trousers let her know that the big Kindred was getting as turned on as she was.
A low groan vibrated her nipple and then he released her for a moment to speak.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” he growled hoarsely. “Let yourself down on me. Just relax and let me suck your sweet peaks.”
“All right,” Harper whispered. She tried not to wiggle in his lap but she could feel the hard ridge of his shaft parting her swollen pussy lips and rubbing against her tender clit. God, she was getting close…so close. But she still couldn’t quite get there…
At last the big Kindred seemed to be finished with the right breast, which was much less swollen than it had been. Harper expected him to start immediately on the left but instead, he did something surprising—he slipped his first and second fingers into his mouth, sucking them deep. Then he withdrew them and looked at Harper.
“All right, sweetheart,” he murmured, “Spread your legs for me and let me stroke your sweet little pussy.”
“What?” Harper wasn’t sure she’d heard him right. But then he started tugging at the jade green robe she’d been so careful to wrap in front of herself to hide her spread sex.
“You heard me.” He looked at her sternly. “It’s the only way I can help you, Harper.”
“The only way? I thought…I mean…”
“You thought I would put my shaft in you and come deep in your pussy to cure you?” Shad demanded softly. “I told you, we can’t risk that—can’t risk possibly forming a bond. So I need to spread the antidote my body has made to you with my fingers.” His pale eyes suddenly became heavy-lidded. “Of course, I could also spread the antidote with my tongue… by licking between your thighs…”
“No,” Harper said at once. No matter how turned on she was, this wasn’t an option. She was a liberated woman and she enjoyed sex but not that kind of sex. It just didn’t do anything for her, she told herself uneasily. It was a waste of time. “I don’t want—” she began anxiously but Shad shook his head to stop her.
“I know. You never do until I talk you into letting me just try it.”
“So you’ve…done that to me before?” Harper asked hesitantly. “On…during other paths, you mean?”
Shad nodded, his white eyes still blazing hot.
“I’ve tasted your pussy so many times, Harper. Gods, how I love your flavor!” He sighed. “But it always takes ages to get you to agree to let me and we don’t have time for talking right now—I need to spread the antidote over your sweet pussy while I suck the last of the nectar from your breasts.” He gave her a direct look. “Will you let me help you, sweetheart?”
“Yes, well…” Harper cleared her throat. “I…I guess so,” she whispered, feeling dizzy from a mixture of lust, need, and embarrassment.
“Don’t be ashamed to ask for what you need, Harper,” Shad murmured as she tugged open the jade green robe, baring her naked pussy with its little mound of curls. He looked down at her. “Gods, you’re gorgeous—so beautiful it makes me catch my breath.”
“Thank you,” Harper whispered. It wasn’t easy to be naked—or to see the shiny wet patch on the front of his leather trousers her wet pussy had made when she rubbed against him. But the clear admiration on his face and the warmth in his voice made her embarrassment easier to bear.
He slipped his fingers in his mouth again, sucking and licking to get them wet, and then reached between Harper’s legs.
This time she let him do it without protesting. A low moan left her lips as the blunt pads of his fingers glided into her wet folds.
“Oh…Oh,” Harper gasped helplessly as the long, talented fingers began to rub in the antidote…and circle her aching clit at the same time. She couldn’t help herself—her hips began to sway in time with his rhythm
“That’s right,” Shad growled hoarsely, watching her. “Ride my fingers, baby…ride them and let me help you come while I heal you.”
Then he ducked his head and took her other nipple into his mouth. He sucked deep, drinking her nectar and teasing her sensitive peak at the same time he stroked her pussy.
“Oh God,” Harper felt lost—so helpless and hot she couldn’t stop her body from reacting. She ground herself against his invading fingers, looking for more. She loved the deep, throbbing waves of pleasure that rolled over her with each deep suck the big Kindred took at her full breast.
He paused for a moment and slipped his fingers, now shiny with her juices, between his lips again.
“Gods…” His eyelids fluttered with pleasure as he lapped away her honey. “So sweet…so good, baby…love the way you taste…” he growled.
Then he withdrew his fingers and reached between her legs again, this time rubbing harder as he sucked her tender nipple.
A bolt of lust shot through Harper at this renewed assault of pleasure and suddenly her orgasm hit her. She was over the edge and coming…coming so hard she saw stars and for a minute she actually thought she might pass out.
“Oh!” She threw back her head, gripped the big Kindred’s broad shoulders as waves of pleasure rolled over her. She rubbed against him eagerly, just as he’d told her to do, wanting more…always more.
“Shad!” she heard herself moaning, calling his name as he made her come so hard she could hardly breathe. “Oh Shad…yes, please!”
He kept sucking her nipples but as he felt her quiver with orgasm, the two long, strong fingers which had been rubbing her, slid deep inside instead and began a long, hard fucking motion which Harper thought would drive her crazy all over again.
Penetration, she thought deliriously as the waves of pleasure continued to wash over her. The article said I would need penetration.
And God, it had been right! She hadn’t realized how empty she’d felt until Shad started pressing his thick fingers deep inside her—now she couldn’t get enough. Digging her nails into his broad shoulders, she rode him hard, wishing, though she knew she shouldn’t, that it was his cock stroking inside her instead.
Just the thought of that—the image of his thick shaft sliding into her…filling her… was almost enough to push Harper over the edge again. She squeezed her eyes shut and moaned her pleasure as she felt a second orgasm building inside her.
Then she heard Shad call her name.
“No, Harper,” he demanded hoarsely. “No, look at me. I need to see it in your eyes while you come, baby. Want to watch you coming hard all over my fingers.”
“All…all right…” Harper found herself caught and held in his strangely beautiful opalescent gaze as he continued to thrust inside her. As his thick fingers continued their long, slow, hard stroke, the pad of his thumb began to slide over her swollen clit.
And looking into his gorgeous, alien eyes, Harper found herself building to the peak one more time. Bending down, she captured the big Kindred’s mouth with her own and tasted her own secret juices on his lips.
For a moment Shad was frozen—then he kissed her back, so hungrily it took her breath away.
I thought he didn’t even like me, Harper thought wonderingly. But he loves me—needs me. A little voice in her head whispered, You need him too…And then she was coming again, letting go and flying as she rubbed against the big Kindred’s hand and kissed him for all she was worth.
* * * * *
Shad knew he shouldn’t let himself go like this—shouldn’t let himself get physically involved with her this time. But what could he do? The decision had been taken out of his hands. He had to help Harper—had to cure her of the detrimental effects of the sex-milk and this was the only way to do it.
Not true—you know it’s not true, an accusatory little voice in the back of his head insisted. You could have just rubbed some of your saliva into her pussy folds and ended it there. You didn’t have to taste her juices…didn’t have to make her come or kiss her back…
Or lose his heart to her all over again.
As she finished quaking around him, Shad withdrew his fingers abruptly and looked away, breaking the intimate eye contact he had demanded from her. Gods, what was wrong with him, insisting she look at him while he made her come? It made what had to follow so much harder now that he’d seen her heart in her lovely jade green eyes as he brought her pleasure.
Stupid, he told himself angrily. What’s wrong with you acting like that? Trying to make her care for you—love you? Why bother when you’re only going to lose her all over again one way or another after this is done.
His fingers were wet with her honey. He wanted badly to taste her juices again but he restrained himself. Though his cock ached behind the leather prison of his trousers, it was time to get back on track—to regain some of the distance he’d been trying to keep between them.
“Well…” He tried to make his voice sound businesslike and impersonal. “That ought to do it. You’re probably cured of the effects of the sex-milk now.”
“I…um…” He could see the hurt and uncertainty filling Harper’s flushed face and had to look away. “Do…do you think so?” she asked at last.
“Are your breasts filling with nectar again?” Shad asked briskly. He waited while she examined her breasts though it was difficult to restrain himself from brushing her hands aside and taking over the examination himself. He wanted to suck her sweet nipples again—which had returned to their normal light brown color, he saw. But he knew he had no reason to do so. Not if Harper really was cured—and he was fairly certain she was.
Sure enough, she looked up after a moment and shook her head.
“Nope. No more, uh, nectar.”
“Good.” Shad pushed her gently but firmly off his lap and stood, trying to ignore the hard-on which still throbbed behind his tight leather trousers. “Then I should go.”
“Go? What do you mean, go?” she burst out. “After all that you’re just leaving?”
Shad could hear the pain in her voice and it made his heart ache. He wanted nothing more than to gather her into his arms and hold her—to reassure her that he loved her and wanted her…to tell her she was beautiful and perfect in every way.
But that would only make things hurt worse, in the end. Better to keep his distance—it helped him keep a clear head when it came to protecting her. He told himself it was to both their benefits to stay apart, at least romantically.
“I have things I have to do,” he told Harper, using his coolest, most professional tone. “I have to see that my ship—the real ship—is stored in the cargo hold of your new space yacht before we take off. Eventually I may need it.”
“But I thought…” Harper shook her head, still looking confused and deflated. “I thought after what you said…what you did…”
“I only did what was necessary to help you get over the effects of the sex-milk,” Shad said shortly. “I’m sorry if you interpreted it to mean…more than it was.”
Then he left because he knew if he stayed the truth would come out and he wouldn’t be able to hide how he felt for her. As much as he tried not to, how he still loved her.