KAITLYN
Empress Shatezarra the Third was lounging on a most unusual throne—it didn’t appear to be made of any kind of metal or wood that Kaitlyn could see. Instead, it seemed to be a colorful conglomeration of pillows and cushions piled together to form a cozy nest of sorts.
In the center of it was Shatezarra the Third herself. She had pearly skin with a rainbow sheen that seemed to change colors every time she moved. She was wearing the same kind of corset that Kaitlyn had on, but her breasts were fully out, and her pale blue nipples were visible. Dangling from each by a golden chain was a ruby pendant the size of Kaitlyn’s thumb. They danced when she took a deep breath.
The top half of her outfit was interesting, but the bottom was difficult to see because, kneeling between her spread thighs was a Salimban male with pale green skin and purple spots. He was lapping her pussy industriously, as though his whole focus was on making her come.
“And who might this be?” the Empress asked as Kaitlyn and Braze reached the end of the purple and gold carpet. Kaitlyn noticed that the big Kindred went immediately to his knees beside her and waited quietly for her to speak.
“Your Majesty, this is the Kindred Ambassadress, Lady Kaitlyn of the Kindred Mother Ship and her husband, Braze,” the herald who was standing beside the throne, wearing stiff golden livery, murmured to her.
“Ah yes…and what is it they want?”
“Your Majesty, we have come to your beautiful world in the hopes of signing a trade agreement with you,” Kaitlyn said, taking a chance and speaking up.
“A trade agreement, you say? Stanlow, do stop licking so hard—you’re making it difficult for me to concentrate!” she added, looking down at the man between her thighs.
At once, he stopped lapping and began kissing instead—slow, open-mouthed kisses that were distractingly erotic, Kaitlyn thought.
“There, that’s much better.” The Empress stroked his hair affectionately. “You always serve me so beautifully with your tongue, my darling. I do believe you’re my favorite concubine.”
Her choice of words brought back what Braze had said in the shuttle and Kaitlyn felt herself getting warm all over as she pictured the big Beast Kindred “serving” her the same way the Empress was currently being served. She wondered if Braze was thinking the same thing and then pushed the thought out of her mind—she was here on business, not pleasure she reminded herself sternly. She had a job to do, and she was damn well going to do it!
“Now then—the trade agreement?” the Empress said, frowning.
The herald—a short, bald man with a pink leopard spot pattern on his orange skin—murmured in her ear and she nodded.
“Ah, yes. So you Kindred wish to buy or trade for some of our Love Vine—is that right?”
“Yes, Your Majesty.” Kaitlyn nodded respectfully. “We have something like it ourselves called ‘Bonding Fruit’ but we’ve had a poor harvest, and we’re concerned about running out. Since the Bonding Fruit is what makes intimate relationships possible between the Kindred and their mates, er, wives, we’re looking for a substitute and your Love Vine seems to be exactly what we need.”
“Well, the Love Vine is what makes intimacy possible here on Salimba Prime, as well,” the Empress replied. “It’s sacred to us in every way. Before I could agree to give you any of it, I would have to be certain that the relationships you hope to use it for are in line with Salimban beliefs and that your values match our own.”
“I would like to reassure you that the Kindred are extremely devoted to their wives,” Kaitlyn said earnestly. “In fact, I doubt you could find males on any planet more committed to making their women happy—with the exception of your own lovely world, of course.”
As she spoke, Braze leaned his head against her side, playing his part perfectly. Who knew the big, stoic Beast Kindred could be so affectionate?
Determined to play her part as well, Kaitlyn looped an arm around his neck and stroked his thick, black hair just as she’d seen the other Salimban woman doing with her husband back in the antechamber. Her touch seemed to encourage the big Kindred.
“Mistress,” he rumbled and put one long arm around her waist, pulling her even closer. He pressed his face between her breasts—he was so tall this wasn’t difficult for him—and made a low rumbling sound of pure desire deep in his throat.
“Oh, Braze!” she exclaimed, not sure if she ought to try and push him away or just accept the embrace.
Again she smelled his warm, spicy masculine scent. And, as before, the scent seemed to do things to her body—she felt her nipples getting hard and her pussy felt wet and swollen beneath the diaphanous skirt she was wearing. It made her wish she could rip his clothes off—such as they were—and run her hands all over his smooth, dark tan skin.
There was no question of pushing him off her now—it was all she could do not to grab him! With an effort, she returned her focus to the Empress, waiting to hear what the other woman would say.
“You do seem to be a charming pair,” Shatezarra the Third remarked, watching as Braze rubbed his face between Kaitlyn’s breasts.
“Thank you, Your Majesty. Er, my husband Braze is very affectionate,” Kaitlyn said.
Both of her breasts had popped out of the tight, dark blue corset by this time and her nipples were tingling. Kaitlyn had to fight the urge to try and shove her breasts back down into the corset—since the Empress had hers out and hadn’t made any mention of her “wardrobe malfunction” it must be allowed here. But it was very distracting to have her Protector rubbing so blatantly against her this way—the whiskers of his beard felt both coarse and sensuous against her inner slopes and her peaks were so tight they ached.
“I see that he is—which is very pleasing to observe,” the Empress said approvingly. “I like that you let him please you in public. So often we have visitors from other planets, and they act like it’s somehow shocking to let one’s husband or concubine give one pleasure.” She stroked the head of her own male concubine as he continued to lick and suck her pussy in a leisurely way.
“Yes, Braze loves to, ah, give me public pleasure. I mean, pleasure in public,” Kaitlyn said, her voice coming out rather breathless. “He—oh!”
The last word ended in a gasp because Braze had sucked her right nipple into his mouth and was teasing the sensitive tip with his tongue.
