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She writhed from the intensity, his tongue mercilessly flicking against her g-spot as the toy in her ass touched nerves she didn’t know existed.

“I can’t,” she begged, her orgasm spiraling out of control.

“Yes,” he growled, vibrating her pussy.

Aculus punctuated the demand by vigorously rubbing her clit and twisting the advancing toy in her rear. She wailed from the onslaught of ecstasy. Her eyes fluttered and she contorted off the bed, despite the grip he had around her thigh. Distantly she heard a deep growl, the tongue in her pussy frantically tormenting her g-spot making her convulse harder. Someone was crying incoherent praises. She clamored to hold onto reality but lost the battle, giving in to the churning euphoria.

Eight

A Curious Discovery

Aculus

He awoke from the nap and smiled, feeling Nadzia snuggled up against him. Her silky hair tickled his chest with each breath. It flowed over and down his bare chest like a cascading waterfall. He brushed aside the mass of soft strands, revealing her pale face. Peaceful like this, she truly resembled the goddess, descended from the stars to shine her light on him.

While he lay admiring her, his comm pinged. Before he silenced it, he saw who it was and groaned. As gently as he could he extricated himself from Nadzia and went into the washroom.

“Patrem Tellar,” he greeted the Osivoire male after closing the door.

“I can’t see you,” the head of the Conclave commented.

That was intentional, his quick was still exposed.

“Something must be wrong with my comm,” he replied, hating that he lied. “To what do I owe this honor?” he hesitantly asked.

“Am I that obvious?” Tellar asked, his voice laced with amusement.

“Since we arrive tomorrow, I figured it might be urgent,” he replied.

“It’s not an emergency, more of a courtesy.”

“Why do I have a feeling I’m not going to like this?” Aculus repressed a groan.

“Because you’re an intelligent male, a credit to the Conclave and the Osivoire Nation as a whole, and why you carry the title of Premiere Servant,” Tellar replied.

“Ha,” he barked incredulously, then cringed remembering Nadzia was napping in the other room. “What are you softening me up for?”

“Now, remember you carry guests who need medical assistance. Don’t turn the ship around.”

“Just tell me,” he insisted.

“Fine. There’ll will be a little get together when you arrive.”

“How little?” He glared at the comm even though Tellar couldn’t see him.

“Just a few citizens will be there when you land followed by a meal at the Sanctuary.”

Aculus repressed a groan. That was code for a mob of people would be swarming the city and a parade would clog the streets all the way to the Sanctuary, where the Conclave and a slightly smaller but more pretentious crowd would be waiting. He’d be paraded around and forced to tell the same story over and over while everyone else got to stuff their faces until late in the night.

“This is Axilla’s doing, isn’t it?” he asked.

“No.”

“She’s standing nearby, isn’t she?”

“No,” Tellar replied, but the hint of amusement in his voice said yes, Axilla was listening in. “Aculus, you know the people get excited when you return home. There will be a certain amount of public appearances you have to expect.”

He should be used to this by now. As the Premiere Servant and chief commander of the Paladin, he’d become the public face of the military and all its accomplishments. But this wasn’t the best time to promote their public image, and not just because of his relationship complications with Nadzia.