Wasn’t intercourse expected? What did her preferences have to do with it? From the way they were staring at her, she’d missed something. She’d better figure it out. The sacrifice was a must if she were to gain safety and security.
Some sacrifice. Tina warmed even more, remembering how astonishing their earlier encounter had been.
Her pleasure wasn’t a factor, however. She needed to make it clear she understood her duty to her masters. “It doesn’t matter if I’m tired. I belong to you now. I’ll do whatever you expect of me. Cooking, cleaning, sex…I’m ready to do as I’m told.”
To emphasize her point, she swept off her starched white aspirant’s dress. It was more difficult to take off her bra and panties, but she refused to show any sign of hesitation when it came to exposing herself to those she served. In a matter of seconds, she stood naked before them.
The trio stared, mouths agape. No one moved, though the crotches of their pants strained against their abrupt readiness.
Why weren’t they taking her? She cast about in her memory for what they’d done in her convent cell.
Oh. Of course.
She lay on the bed and spread her legs wide. No doubt they saw how she trembled, but they couldn’t hold that against her. She was prepared to satisfy their desires.
Tukui shook himself, as if waking up. He came close. Instead of getting on top of her, he sat by her side. After a moment, he slid his arm behind her back and lifted her so she was sitting upright too.
“What did I do wrong?” Tina’s eyes filled with tears.
“Nothing, love. It’s just—” He gazed at her with apprehension. “Well, it does matter if you’re tired.”
Yorso sat on her other side. “In fact, nothing matters more. You look exhausted.”
“I’m fine. I wish to serve you and make you happy with me.”
She grabbed Tukui’s hand, and to prove her point, she yanked it to her breast. She put too much force in the action, however, and his palm slapped it hard.
“Ow.” She released his hand to rub the smarting flesh.
“Oh, no. Why did you do that?” He kissed the red print he’d not meant to leave. The kiss wasn’t amorous at all. More akin to a parent kissing a child’s boo-boo. He gazed at her, still showing trepidation. “Um. Okay. We appreciate your offer—” he paused to look her over, licked his lips and coughed. “I really appreciate it, but you should rest. Where are you going, Osopa?”
“Shower. Cold shower.”
“That’ll be two of us, so don’t take too long,” Yorso called as the door shut behind Osopa. He busied himself with turning down the sheets. When that was done, he scooped Tina up and deposited her in the middle of it.
Here it comes. Tina readied herself for his attention.
He covered her instead. “Oh, hold on. You need a tooth cleansing tab before you sleep. Maybe some water?”
He fussed over her, another parent squaring away his child for the night by having her chew a cleansing tablet and making sure she had a few sips of water.
“But you don’t want to—to do what you took me for?” She was beside herself with confusion.
Tukui knelt on the end of the bed. “Tina, we accepted you as our Matara because there’s no greater honor than a female clanmate to cherish. Sex is—is—”
“Icing on the cake,” Yorso supplied. At Tukui’s questioning gaze, he explained. “It’s an Earth saying. You’re telling her that sex is an added bonus.”
“A big bonus.” The clan leader chuckled, patting his avid crotch.
Tina couldn’t help the note of frustration that crept into her voice. “I want you to like me. I can’t return to Earth, so you have to like me.”
Yorso sat next to her. He kissed the tip of her nose. “We do, my Matara. Please stop worrying.”
As if to underscore the assertion, he snuggled against her, raining gentle kisses on her forehead, cheeks, chin, lips. There was nothing sexual in his attentions.
“Maybe she’ll quit worrying and sleep if she’s relaxed?” Tukui grinned at them. The smile looked forced, a mask over the anxiety that peeked through.
“An excellent suggestion.” Yorso reached beneath the covers. Tina jerked when he stroked her sex, thrilling at once to the sensation of his fingertips exploring her folds.
“Oh!”
“Be a good girl, my Matara. Let me help you release that tension. Stay where you are; no moving around.”
He held her tight so she couldn’t resist. Or return the exciting touches that made her wet