The Pleasure Palace. Evangeline Anderson

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      “I think you did,” Ty told her, beginning to feel a bit more awake himself. Her creamy skin was flushed, he noticed, and wisps of her fiery red hair had begun to curl into tiny love-tendrils around her pointed, kittenish face. The white synthi-cotton robe she wore was damp and nearly transparent. He could clearly see the full curves of her breasts outlined in the emerald green of her bra. Her nipples were erect and pressing tantalizingly against the fabric. Suddenly, his cock felt like a bar of lead inside his briefs. Take it easy. Just the aftereffects of hypersleep, he thought, and this time he was reasonably sure the voice in his head was just his own internal monologue.

      “What aftereffects?” Shaina looked at him and Tyson shook his head mutely. Had she caught his thought? “I had the strangest dream…” she whispered, still seemingly half to herself. “I was back in Second School and there was this girl in my class…Treena Tist, who I really liked. Only everybody called her…”

      “Treena Tits because she had the biggest…wait a minute. That’s my memory, not yours.”

      Tyson felt fully awake now and more than a little disturbed. What was going on?

      “Ah, I see the symbiotes are becoming active. You have been sharing dreams.” The Glameron’s soft voice broke into Tyson’s agitated thoughts.

      “Wait a minute, when we agreed to be injected with these things, nobody said anything about sharing dreams,” Ty pointed out.

      “I can see why you liked Treena. She was really pretty.”

      “Could you please stop that for a minute?” he snapped irritably, looking at Shaina. Her eyes were still half-lidded and he guessed that she was having a difficult time shaking off the hypersleep. To make matters worse, he was still fiercely aroused and seeing Shaina leaning against the side of her sleep tube with that dreamy expression on her face, like a woman who’d just woken up after a night of hard loving, didn’t help any. God, he just wanted to kiss her, just once. He wanted to taste those soft, pink lips…

      “Why don’t you?” she whispered in his mind. She thought she was still dreaming, Ty realized, but he couldn’t help himself. Just one kiss…He stepped forward and pulled her unresisting body into his arms. She was soft and warm and smelled of that feminine musk that drove him crazy with need. He lowered his head and took her mouth the way he’d wanted to from the first time he saw her, burying his large hands in her glorious tumble of flame-colored hair and tilting her face up so that he could explore her lips thoroughly, claim her completely.

      “Mmmm,” Ty heard her purr through the symbi-link. She wanted this as much as he did, he suddenly understood. She felt the same fire, the same need whenever they touched. He crushed her against him. She felt so fragile and soft in his arms. He wanted to own her…to possess her completely. Wanted to Bond with her. He knew it was the dominant D’Lonian in him coming out, but he couldn’t help it. Inside his head, he could hear Shaina hoping that this dream would never end.

      “It’s no dream, Shaina. It’s real. I want you. I’ve always wanted you. I’ve always known you should belong to me…” His cock throbbed demandingly and he suddenly wanted to rip open her robe, peel down that flimsy little bra, and suck her ripe pink nipples until she screamed. Wanted to take her here and now, to spread her legs, mount her, fill her, fuck her until she moaned and begged for more…until she belonged to him completely and forever.

      “Wait a minute…Not a dream?” Shaina suddenly stiffened in his arms and Ty felt a current of fear like a jolt of electricity through their link. Her eyes widened as she came fully awake. She slid out of his arms, although he didn’t want to let her go, and backed carefully away from him, her frightened green eyes never leaving his face. Tyson realized with an inward wince that she must have heard his last thought.

      “Oh my Goddess…can’t believe…” Shaina’s thoughts were nearly inarticulate and the air in the small sleep chamber was suddenly charged with nervous tension.

      “I…uh, didn’t mean that the way it sounded.” He approached her carefully as she continued to back away. “Look, McCullough, I’m sorry.”

      She shook her head mutely. She was thinking that he looked like some kind of a wild animal with his hair sticking up all over the place and his eyes like molten gold in his dark face. His teeth were so white and sharp…she had heard rumors about D’Lonian men and she wondered if they were true.

      “What rumors? That we bite our women’s heads off during mating?” Ty thought at her, fiercely sarcastic. He had never pegged Shaina as being racist.

      “I’m not racist! Just scared…” she finished to herself but Ty heard it. Of course he did. He heard everything and so did Shaina…

      “You,” he roared, turning to the Glameron, who was standing quietly by and watching them as though he was viewing a particularly engrossing vid. “A little help here, damn it!”

      “Certainly.” Faron stepped forward calmly and turned first to Shaina. “Mistress McCullough, Master Tyson is enamored of you and has been from the first moment he met you. His caring and deep concern for your safety are what causes him to treat you in a less than civil manner sometimes.”

      “Master Tyson,”—he turned back to Ty—“Mistress McCullough both desires and fears you. Her fear stems from both inexperience and the somewhat exaggerated rumors she has heard about the extreme sexual appetites of D’Lonians, which I understand makes up a large part of your heritage. Were she not a virgin…”

      “That’s not exactly what I meant,” Tyson growled, cutting off the Glameron’s calm speech. “What I meant was how do we turn it off?” Across the room, Shaina was rapidly reciting prime numbers inside her head to keep from thinking any embarrassing thoughts he might overhear, but her face was red with mortification at Faron’s blunt revelations. Ty wondered if she really was a virgin…

      “Yes, I bloody well am. Does that make you feel happy? Or is it more like smugly superior? Just one more thing that you’re good at that I’m not,” Shaina yelled at him, her face crumpling into tears of embarrassment. Damn it all to hell, now he had made her cry when hurting her was the last thing Ty ever wanted to do.

      “How do we turn it off?” he demanded, feeling ready to strangle somebody, preferably Minister Waynos, who had talked them into this in the first place. But the fat little bastard was light-years away at this point. Through the symbi-link he could hear Shaina thinking much the same thing. Well, great minds think alike, he thought, although they don’t usually have to hear each other do it. He sighed.

      “I am afraid, Master Tyson, that there is no way to ‘turn it off,’ as you put it, but there are techniques for controlling what messages you send through your link.” The Glameron still spoke as mildly and calmly as if they were standing around discussing the weather instead of wallowing in each other’s most embarrassing private thoughts.

      “Okay, so gimme a technique. In case you didn’t notice, we’re having kind of a rough time over here. And so far you’re not helping it any.” Tyson’s voice was tense.

      “As you desire, so I shall serve. Come, place your hands in mine and try to clear your minds.” Not knowing what else to do, Tyson seized the Glameron’s hand angrily and squeezed, probably harder than necessary; Faron winced slightly but said nothing. Feeling slightly ashamed of himself, Ty eased up. They stood there, waiting for Shaina, who was still pressed against the far wall of the room looking at them mistrustfully, with tears drying on her cheeks.

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