Chapter 7

GENERAL KOZA

Gioji nectar is a powerful and extremely expensive sexual stimulant. It is a common offering at the orgies held at the high palace. Less so at a dinner such as this one.

As guests take the offered flutes of nectar with enthusiasm, I stare straight ahead at the High Commander and the smug expression plastered on his face.

He needs me to be seen using a slave and will clearly take no chances.

As one of the servers approaches and extends a filled tray toward Ava, she hesitates, looking toward me for direction. She likely feels the tension in my body.

I keep my eyes locked on the reptilian ones across from me that are studying my every move. Slowly, I reach out, taking one crystal flute off the tray and drinking back two-thirds of it with a grimace, even though the taste is sweet on my tongue.

I quickly pass the remainder to Ava, waiving away the server who is still presenting the drinks with irritation.

Even that small amount of the powerful nectar will likely be an assault on her senses. If I could keep her from having any I would. The temptation she presents is already a test to my resolve.

Despite the possibility she could betray me, I detest the thought of her acting in a way she otherwise would not under the influence of a substance unknown to her.

But I know the High Commander will not let that pass.

Sharing one instead of each taking our own is pushing it already.

Ava takes the delicate glass from my hand. Raising it to her face, she gives it a subtle and cautious sniff before quickly swallowing down the rest of the pale liquid.

Already I can feel the heat rushing through my body, setting every nerve ending on fire. I feel her give a small shudder as she sets the empty container on the table.

The nectar works astonishingly quickly, given Ava’s small stature. As the effects take hold, she suddenly gasps and leans her body back against my chest. As she melts into my body, she rubs her small hands up and down my thighs with teasing caresses.

My cock swells in response, hard and straining painfully against the fabric of my breeches. The nectar makes it throb with each beat of my heart, and my fingers twitch, fighting the urge to grip myself through my clothing.

I finally break eye contact with the High Commander, the effects of the nectar making me unable to resist the sight of Ava pressed against me.

Her back is arched while her nipples strain prettily into the thin fabric of her slave dress, the dark peaks standing out against her pale skin.

I watch as she licks her lips, her gaze flicking around the room. Other guests already have their own slaves in various compromising positions, enjoying the pull of the nectar they have consumed.

She blinks rapidly, as if trying to fight the lust consuming her.

“What was that?” she whispers, her hands running up and down my legs unconsciously despite her attempt to pull herself out of her haze.

Her light touch leaves a trail of heat behind, and I resist the urge to run my own hands over her body in return. My gaze lingers on the swell of her breasts, wondering how they would feel in my hand, before her query fully registers.

Still, I take my time to answer her.

I bow my head down and rub my nose back and forth once behind her ear, taking a deep inhale of her flushed skin. Her scent is sweet and tantalizing, and I wonder if she tastes as good as she smells.

“Gioji nectar,” I murmur against her ear, as she tilts her head and leans heavily into me. “An aphrodisiac.”

She moans softly as my words cause my lips to shift lightly over her skin. She raises her hand to grasp me behind my neck, pulling me closer to her, already lost to the effects of the nectar.

Her hips shift subtly in my lap, grinding and seeking friction. I stifle a groan as the movement causes her to brush against my cock. It feels unbelievable, and my cock twitches, swelling impossibly fuller with anticipation. I shift her so she straddles my thigh instead, not trusting myself.

Bare under her dress, I feel her core, wet with need, grind against my thigh, and the scent of her arousal reaches me, sweet and musky.

I jerk my head away from her, staring at the ceiling. I suck in a deep breath of fresh air as I grip her hips tightly, stilling her movements against my thigh.

She whimpers at the sudden loss of contact and my fingers tighten at the sound, pressing into her skin.

The nectar is affecting me more than I anticipated. As it is my first time experiencing it as well, I struggle to control my urges with Ava’s scent teasing me.

I need to get her out of here, back to my rooms, or I risk taking her right here at the table.

She grabs one of my hands, the movement surprising me as she breaks my hold on her hips. She turns around in my lap, straddling me and pressing her chest against mine with a needy mewl.

All rational thought leaves me as I feel her teeth scrape the exposed skin of my neck.

I slide my hands down to grip the swells of her ass, as I grind my hips, pressing my hard length against her.

AVA

~Holy effing shit!~

~What is happening to me? I’m not that experienced sexually, but I’ve never felt this turned on before in my entire life!~

I barely register Koza’s answer to my question about what I drank, distracted by the feeling of his lips against my skin and his hard body underneath mine.

~Aphrodisiac indeed.~

My whole body is thrumming with need.

As his mouth dances teasingly over the skin behind my ear, I wrap a hand around his neck to pull him closer to me, seeking more.

The fingers of my other hand trace up and down his thigh, memorizing the ridges and dips of his sculpted muscles.

I’ve been perched on his lap for over an hour during this farce of a banquet, but that was full of tension and awkwardness.

Now, with whatever potion they’ve given us taking over my body, I fully relax into him for the first time. My limbs feel heavy and loose, while a heat pulses between my thighs, stronger with every beat of my heart and rapidly begging for relief.

My hips shift against where they rest against his lap, wanting friction. Seeking anything to ease the throbbing need between my thighs.

For a brief moment my movements hit just right. I bite back a moan as the delicious friction causes a surge of moisture to pulse between us, as I rock against his thigh and soak his trousers.

Koza tightens his hold on me suddenly and sharply, stilling my hips. He pulls his face away from where it had been resting against my skin.

I whimper pathetically but am too far gone to care how desperate I sound.

I don’t want him to stop me. I need to feel that perfect feeling again. It feels as if I’ll die if I don’t get it back.

I slip one of my hands underneath his on my right hip, twisting it off of me in a sharp motion.

Luckily, I seem to catch him by surprise. He outmatches me in strength any day of the week, hands down.

Fortunately, he lets go and I take the opportunity to twist myself around in his lap, pressing my aching nipples against his tunic and rubbing my hips into his lap.

It feels so good that I let out a wanton sound, and I arch my chest to graze my nipples over him again.

I find myself wondering once more if his skin feels like the fur of a cat or more like my own flesh. I have to find out.

For some reason, I decide the best way to determine that is by using my tongue. I crane my neck to latch my mouth onto his neck where his warm brown skin is exposed.

“Mmm.” It’s not quite fur, more like a super-soft suede.

It feels good in my mouth, and I scrape my teeth against it as I work my tongue against him.

He tastes warm and sort of spicy, and I can’t get enough of him.

Koza sucks in a sharp breath and grabs my ass hard as I bite and suck on his neck. He moves his own hips suddenly, grinding his impressive erection into me. It feels so good I want to cry.

He grabs my ponytail, wrapping it around one of his wrists tightly. Koza pulls my head back, making me arch my back as he continues to rock into my core.

He stares down at where our hips meet and lets out a deep growl at the sight.

My sheer dress has ridden up so the already ridiculously high slit now has me completely exposed to him.

He stares for what feels like an eternity, then reaches his other hand down to slide his fingers through my wet folds where they press against him.

His fingers slip easily over my skin, grazing my clit, making me buck against him.

I let out a choking sound at his touch, feeling like I’m about to come just from that contact alone.

~I want more.~

I reach down to the knotting of laces that secure his pants, fumbling clumsily to untie them, taunted by the bulge of his rock-hard dick beneath the leather.

He pauses his motion of stroking me. Placing his hand over mine instead, he stops my frantic efforts to undress him.

He leans into my neck, nipping at my skin lightly with his sharp teeth.

“Not here, Ava,” he rasps harshly into my ear, before sucking the soft lobe into his mouth.

His words make me realize for a brief moment that we are still at the table with people all around us.

~Oh, god. What am I doing?~

I fold my limbs inward and shrink into a ball in his lap from embarrassment.

He wraps his arms around me protectively, swiftly lifting me into a carry and striding out of the dining room, leaving behind the other guests who are lost in their own pleasure. I vaguely notice them writhing on the table and in the chairs, oblivious to their surroundings just as I was moments ago.

The sound of the guests fades as we cross the room, but the effects of the nectar take me over once again. I find myself winding my arms around his neck tightly as we approach the elevator, pinning my legs behind his waist as he walks. My lips move up his neck, sucking on his jaw just below his lips.

As the elevator doors close and shut us away from the room, Koza lifts me. He presses me against the wall, positioning my legs over his shoulders. I’m spread wide against the wall, pinned by his weight.

He slides his hands down my legs, moving slowly until he is grasping my dress on either side of the slit, ripping it until it tears to just below my breasts, exposing my entire lower body.

He runs his hands up my inner thighs, spreading me impossibly wider. His face is inches from my core.

“Do you taste as good as you smell, little one?” he asks me, his voice deep and husky with need.

I can only manage a moan in response, twisting my hands into his knotted hair, pulling him into me so he can find out.