The situation was very confusing and made more so by the fact that it was hard to think when she was being stimulated so constantly. Lan’ara hadn’t been allowed to touch herself at the academy—not that she would have dreamed of doing such a thing anyway. It had been considered dirty and wicked in her hometown—wrong for a girl to explore her hidden treasures and bring herself pleasure.
The result was that these feelings were all new. Lan’ara had never felt like this before—had never experienced this slow building of sensations that seemed to well from deep within her as the soft little blossoms sucked at her with their velvety petal mouths.
Shifting in the bathtub, she tried to bite back a moan. She felt almost as though she was climbing up a hill, getting closer and closer to some distant summit which would bring her more pleasure than she’d ever experienced before. And yet, she didn’t know if it was right to go on such a journey. Should she let herself be swept away with this strange, forbidden pleasure?
Lan’ara didn’t know. She only knew she was feeling better and better and there didn’t see to be a way to stop it.
Leaning back against the side of the tub, she arched her back and let out a soft moan as the pleasure climbed higher. Gods, it almost felt as though the one between her thighs was licking her. How was it doing that when it was just a flower? The two blue buds that were sucking her nipples were almost as bad— they had latched onto her and were nursing her ripe buds in tandem, making Lan’ara gasp and writhe in the warm water.
Oh Goddess, she was close…so close to…to something. Lan’ara didn’t know what it was, but she wanted to find out—wanted to find out so badly…
It was at that moment that the fresher door opened again and Need walked into the room.
For a moment, he just stood there, towering over her as he stared blankly. His bronze eyes flicked over her naked body, taking in the sight of Lan’ara leaned back against the tub, her eyes half-closed and her back arched in ecstasy with the royal blue wash blossoms sucking hungrily at her bare nipples.
Lan’ara stared back at him, horrified at being caught. She felt frozen with fear and shame—like a little girl with her hand caught in the cookie jar. All the good feelings she’d been having wafted away like smoke and she bit her lip until it nearly bled.
“Well,” Need said at last and cleared his throat. “I just came to check if you were finished…finished bathing.”
“Oh, my Lord!” Lan’ara gasped, sitting straight up in the bath so quickly some water slopped over onto the floor. “Forgive me,” she babbled. “You told me to let the blossoms work on me and I didn’t know…that is, I wasn’t sure if this was what you meant or not.”
“Well, they certainly seem to be ‘working’ on you, all right,” he remarked dryly. “Can’t say they’ve ever done that for me before.” He nodded down to where the royal blue blossoms were still attached to her nipples. “Maybe they have an affinity for females.”
“I know it looks bad,” Lan’ara whispered. “Only…I was afraid to take them off. I thought you might want me to be pleasured, so you could… That is to say, I wasn’t sure what to do,” she finished in a small voice.
His gaze softened.
“I’m not angry at you, girl, so you can stop staring at me like I’m going to bite your head off,” he said shortly. “Just detach the damn things and come with me. We need to get you dried off and then I have to heal you.”
Lan’ara wanted to ask how he proposed to do that, but she didn’t dare say another word. Instead, she tugged carefully at the green and purple vine the wash blossoms sprouted from. After a moment, the suction on her nipples lessened and she was able to pull them loose.
This technique didn’t work for the blossom between her thighs, however. No matter how she tugged, it remained stubbornly in place, molded around her clit and still sucking her.
“What’s wrong, girl?” Need ask, frowning at her as Lan’ara struggled, red-faced and desperate, with the stubborn vine.
“Nothing, my Lord,” she said hastily. “Only a blossom that doesn’t…doesn’t want to come loose,” she added, tugging as she spoke.
“Let me see.” He made a motion for her to stand. “Go on, girl—I won’t hurt you,” he added, clearly seeing her fear and embarrassment at his direction.
“Yes, my Lord,” Lan’ara whispered. Feeling mortified, she rose, dripping and wet in the middle of the tub, and let him look at her.
“Ah yes—I see,” Need rumbled after a moment as he looked between her thighs to where a particularly large royal blue wash blossom was still sucking hungrily at her throbbing clit . “Really latched onto you, hasn’t it?”