“Just like you’ll get no mercy now for this little show.”
Eve ends her drunk performance by blowing Rafe and me a kiss through the screen. And I laugh like I haven’t done in years.
Eve understands the game, and has accepted it.
She passes out naked in her bed. I keep pumping myself, watching her, imagining her gagging on my cock in a forbidden Eclipse Kiss. I come with a groan, spilling myself, hot and messy, into a crystalline ampoule.
Tomorrow she’ll drink from the Devotional goblet again without the starfruit juice. Just our essence. You are ours, my sweet little heretic.
PART II
TRAINING AND TEMPTATION
26
FIRST FORMAL LESSON, RAFE
As we walkin to the Staff Dining Hall this morning, I’m not surprised that conversation is subdued; everyone is unsettled after last night’s penance, because everyone partakes in the Eclipse Kiss, but only sloppy people get caught. So they sit straighter when Lorian and I walk by, all the staff tiers stiff with ritual respect.
My attention fixes on Eve Eden. Hungover and pale, she sits with the other receptionists. She either doesn’t feel my eyes on her or is trying to disappear.
As soon as Lorian and I are seated, I raise my hand. Then, a server sets the Devotional goblet before Eve. I stand and make an announcement. “Eve Eden, this Devotional goblet is sent in the Sovereigns' names.”
Every head turns to watch Eve as she rises unsteadily. She looks up at me innocently, as if she didn’t try to turn the tables on me last night.
Lira whispers something to her, probably protocol, and then Eve slowly picks up the goblet.
“Raise it,” I instruct. “And drink. Let everyone bear witness to your status in the Ascendant Alliance.”
I know the staff will whisper about this. Once is ceremony. Twice, in two consecutive days, is extreme favoritism. Some will even remember the old Imperial rites; two offerings in succession is a mark of binding. But what our staff doesn’t know is that this is none of those things. This second Devotional Drink is merely to show our sex-crazed human employee that she is ours and that we will train her into submission.
Eve only hesitates for a second before her pink lips meet the goblet's edge and she begins swallowing our seed. This morning, we purposely left it as it is without any juice to mask its taste.
I watch as her throat works and she swallows. One, two, three, four, five.Yes, drink it down.She takes the goblet away from her mouth and her lips glisten as she licks them clean. Then looks up at us and bows low. “Thank you, Sovereigns. You honor me.”
Lorian says quietly, for my ears alone, “Now all our employees will know how obediently and sweetly she takes us.”
I am satisfied. She complied last night, and she has complied this morning. She has even thanked us for it. Good, this means her intellect is overriding her base human desires. I am confident now, than I was yesterday, that we’ll be able to train her.
Eve arrives precisely on time for our first lesson, pausing in the doorway and then bowing formally. The gesture is correct, but immediately I remember her bow from this morning after she drank the Devotional Drink, and I wonder how I am going to get through this without taking advantage of her sexually. “Rise.”
But this is not the place for it. Here, we must both be attentive and disciplined. I must shape her into an Ascendant Alliance representative.
“Your collar is crooked,” I say. It isn’t.
She blinks, confused, but lifts her hands to adjust it, anyway.
I let her fumble for a moment longer than necessary before nodding. “Better,” I say. It’s a reminder that even here, even dressed, her body answers to me.
“We will begin your training now. You are no longer a Terra Sanctum employee; you’re now a liaison for the Ascendant Alliance at the Celestial Spire. Every misstep you make will be seen as ours.”
“I understand, Sovereign.”
I let her stand in silence for half a minute before saying, “Step forward.”
She obeys.
“Slower,” I correct. “Every movement should be deliberate. Even the way you cross a room should be a testimony to your discipline and character.”
