Part 18 (2/2)
The pleading in her eyes was more than he could bear. At last, reluctantly, he allowed himself to lean down. Maggie wove her soft little fingers through his hair and pulled him close, pressing her lips to his.
Kor let her kiss him, determined not to do more than simply stand there. But the press of her trembling mouth to his, the feel of her soft, sweet body so achingly close was too much to resist. He might never get to kiss her again, this sweet, beautiful girl who had risked her life to save his. He might go his whole life without holding her in his arms even once more. Maggie, he thought. G.o.ds, don't want to leave you. Don't want to ever let you go... Something inside him snapped and he crushed her to him, covering her mouth with his own.
Maggie gave a little moan and melted against him, giving in with a sweet submission that made the blood rush to his c.o.c.k. G.o.ds, how he wanted her! And this was his last chance to have her-Kor intended to make the most of it.
Reaching down, he slid his hand between her legs and cupped her soft little p.u.s.s.y, still covered in the thin white lace panties. Maggie moaned again and parted her legs, rubbing against his hand like a feline begging to be caressed. He could feel her heat through the fragile fabric. Could almost taste her sweet honey as she rubbed against him.
Suddenly touching her through the panties wasn't good enough anymore. He needed to feel her bare p.u.s.s.y in his hand, needed to slip his fingers deep into her hot, slippery little c.u.n.t and hear her cry his name as he pumped inside her, f.i.n.g.e.r.f.u.c.k.i.n.g. her cleft.
With a low growl, Kor tangled his fingers in the wispy fabric of the panties and ripped, tearing them away, baring her completely.
Maggie gasped and jumped against him but she didn't break their kiss. Kor cupped her again, feeling the warm, wet heat of her secret spot, loving the soft patch of curls at the top of her mound and the way her little c.u.n.t was already so swollen with need.
He pressed two fingers against her, parting her plump little p.u.s.s.y lips and rubbed gently against the side of her needy c.l.i.t. G.o.ds, she was wet! Her slippery honey coated his fingers and her warm, feminine scent drifted up to entice him until he felt half mad with the need to possess her.
But first he wanted to taste her.
He broke the kiss at last and looked into her face. Her eyes were half-lidded behind her oculars-dazed with pleasure-and her lips were swollen from the pa.s.sionate, possessive way he'd been taking her mouth. Kor wanted to kiss her p.u.s.s.y the same way-wanted to wors.h.i.+p her soft little c.u.n.t with his tongue.
He dropped to his knees before her and pushed the clinging, white lace dress aside. One look confirmed what his hand had already told him-her soft little p.u.s.s.y lips were puffy and dark pink-blossoming like a flower. And when Kor spread them gently with his thumbs, he could see that her inner folds were s.h.i.+ny with honey. G.o.ds, how he longed to taste her there! To press his face between her legs and lap her slippery slit, caressing her aching little c.l.i.t with the tip of his tongue and then sliding lower to penetrate and f.u.c.k her orally, to press deep inside her until she came for him just as she had at the banquet.
Kor was just about to do exactly that, when a soft sound from above stopped him. Looking up, he saw Maggie with an expression of agonized uncertainty on her face. It was clear she wanted him-that she wanted this-her body said so in the most unmistakable terms.
But it was just as clear that her heart was not committed. She was feeling guilty again-he could read it on her face. Maggie was a one-man female-a girl who would be faithful until death. Doing this with Kor-allowing him to touch her in such an intimate way when she felt she shouldn't-was killing her.
With a low curse, Kor released her and sat back on his haunches.
”Kor?” Maggie looked at him uncertainly. The night porter-who Kor had all but forgotten about-was also looking on.
”Your pardon, Mistress, but why did you stop?” he asked Maggie.
”I don't know.” She looked at Kor. ”I'm...not sure.”
The night porter frowned. ”I was just thinking about letting you make that call. Unfortunately things ended a little too, ah, abruptly for my taste.”
Kor looked at Maggie, at the guilt and anxiety on her lovely face, and knew he couldn't go on. If he went a single step further she would carry the remorse and shame for what they had done her whole life. He couldn't do that to her-but he had to do something to appease the night porter. Something to complete the bribe.
Suddenly he knew what to do.
Leaning forward, he pressed a soft, almost chaste kiss to the small blonde patch of curls at the apex of her mound. Then he rose to his feet and drew his knife.
”Oh my G.o.d, Kor-what are you doing?” A cold hand skittered along Maggie's spine as she eyed the long, silver blade in his hand. ”And where did you get that knife?”
”Picked it up in the kitchens earlier,” he said shortly. ”You forget I used to be a fighter on the Blood Circuit, Mistress. The first rule of combat is to never go into a hostile situation unarmed if you can help it.”
”Combat? But what...? How...?” Maggie didn't even know how to finish asking the question or indeed, what question she was trying to ask. What was he planning to do with that thing? Was he going to threaten the night porter with it? Or do something worse? He wouldn't hurt me with that-would he?
I don't know, would he? asked the little voice in her brain. After all, excluding the dreams, how long have you actually known the man? Less than twenty-four hours. You'd probably spend more time checking out a possible date on the Internet. Who knows what he's capable of?
Kor must have seen the fear in her face because he shook his head and a look of sorrow came into his pale blue eyes.
”Didn't I tell you,” he said softly. ”That I would never hurt you?”
”I...you...” Maggie didn't know what to say.
”This isn't for you.” He gestured with the knife. ”And it's not for him either.” He nodded at the night porter. ”It's for me.”
”For you? But what...?”
”Listen,” Kor said, turning to address the Sensorian who was watching him with obvious interest in his pink and blue eyes. ”I know your kind live on physical pleasure and the emotions it causes but you like pain, too-don't you?”
The corpulent Sensorian licked his lips with a thick tongue. ”It has a certain appeal, yes. The flavor isn't for everyone but I have been known to indulge from time to time.”
”Try this then.” Kor raised the knife. ”Taste my pain, you b.a.s.t.a.r.d.”
With a swift, downward motion he made a long, cruel cut across the inside of his forearm. Blood began to spurt at once-dripping dark crimson all over the pale floor tiles.
Maggie gasped. ”Oh, no! No, Kor!” She tried to stop him but he stepped away and made another slice. And then another and another.
Blood poured from the wicked looking slashes but he didn't make a sound. He just kept cutting, his face grim-jaw set, mouth a thin line, eyes glowing red as the blood continued to flow.
For me. He's doing this for me so we don't have to do anything else. So I won't feel guilty and hate myself, Maggie realized. If only Kor could understand that watching him hurt himself for her was far worse than anything they could have done s.e.xually. She couldn't stand to see his pain and know she was the cause of it. Couldn't bear the thought of his blood spilling for her.
”Kor,” she begged and realized she was crying again. ”Kor, please...please don't. Please stop!”
”Yes, by all means-please stop,” the night porter put in. He sounded so distressed that Maggie tore her eyes from Kor and saw that the Sensorian was looking decidedly ill. His skin had a sickly greenish glow which didn't go with the normal pink at all.
”Why? Had enough?” Kor held the knife over his dripping arm, poised to slice again.
”More than enough,” the night porter said faintly. He looked at Maggie. ”I don't know where you got your slave but the taste of his emotions is far too rich for me. I've only had such strong, complex flavors once before-in a female who had been with a Shadow Demon.”
”A Shadow Demon? What are you talking about?” Kor frowned.
”A denizen of the Black Planet. She had allowed herself to be possessed by him in return for certain...favors.” The night porter shook his head. ”Her eyes glowed as yours do when she was upset. And her emotions...they were overwhelming as well.”
”Too much of a good thing, eh?” Kor laughed harshly. ”So you've had enough? Can my lady make her call now?”
”Yes, yes-anything you want. But we must clean up this mess or my superior will know.” The Sensorian nodded at the splatters of blood on the floor.
”I'll see to it,” Kor said shortly. ”Just let my mistress make her call.”
”Go right ahead. The viewscreen is on the far wall of my cubical.” The night porter nodded at Maggie and got off his chair to usher her into the tiny room that was his office.
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