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Authors: Cathy McAllister
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suddenly began to move. Before she could look down at herself she was dressed. The soft material moulded itself perfectly to her figure.
“That’s not possible,” she cried in astonishment, stepping out of the machine to look at herself in the mirror.
The dress really was the same colour as her eyes. It consisted of a close-fitting bodice decorated in golden ornaments and a wide, swinging skirt that fell to the floor. She moved a leg forward and saw to her amazement that she was even wearing golden dolly shoes.
“You absolutely will wear that when we go to the reception, won’t you?”
“What reception?” asked Keela.
“Well, the reception that’s taking place this evening for you and Amber, to introduce you. So, you’ll wear it, won’t you?”
“If it means that much to you,” Keela agreed with a sigh. At the moment she felt a little as if she were in a fairy tale and she was not yet sure whether she liked that.
“Great!” Solima was very happy.
Keela began to take off the dress and put it carefully over a stand before reaching out for the simple dress that she had been given on the ship.
“Solima, now we really must …,” she heard Marruk say.
Keela cried in shock as he was suddenly standing in the doorway, staring at her as if he had never seen a woman before. The hunger in his eyes unsettled her and made her pussy burn with desire.
Can the ground beneath me just open up and swallow me, please? – Damn it! Why can’t that happen just when I need it to?
Marruk froze and did not finish the sentence. He had not counted on seeing Keela half-naked. He thought that Solima would only be explaining to Keela how the clothes maker worked and had not expected them to try out the machine straight away. Being completely unprepared for this erotic sight he had no hope of suppressing his body’s reaction. Hard and painfully his arousal pressed against the tight material of his trousers. He cursed himself for squeezing himself into trousers today – something that he very rarely did.
Out of here, damn it! Out of here! he urged himself, but his body would not listen to him and stood as if rooted to the spot.
He took in every detail of the bewitching woman before him: from her big green eyes; the slightly open mouth with the most kissable lips that he had ever seen on a woman; her slender, fit body with her firm breasts; right down to her perfect feet. He was grateful that she was at least wearing underclothes because he was already having a lot of trouble not forgetting everything around him and pulling her into his arms to take those sweet lips and taste their softness. He wondered what her skin would feel like under his hands and what she tasted like. Whether the same light blond hair also decorated the entrance to her feminity. He bit on his lip to suppress a groan. He had not felt such yearning for a long time. No! He had never felt such yearning.
“Father?” his daughter’s voice tore him from his trance and he swore quietly.
How could he have forgotten that his young, innocent daughter was there? He was standing here with a mega-erection, gaping at the breasts of a woman whom he neither really knew nor wanted to get to know. Had he not sworn that he would never give away his heart again? After Morika’s death he had sworn never to take another mate and only to tend to his small daughter.
Solima reached out for his hand.
“See you later, Keela,” said his daughter happily, pulling him away.
Keela was still standing there, frozen to the spot, long after Solima and her father had left. She had pressed the dress against herself to cover up her body and to her horror she was aware of a telling dampness in her panties. Her nipples were pressing hard and painfully against her bra. How could his look alone cause such a reaction in her? How could she forget that he was tabu? He had a wife and a child. Perhaps he even had more children. She had not asked Solima whether she had any siblings.
“That’s not possible,” she cried in astonishment, stepping out of the machine to look at herself in the mirror.
The dress really was the same colour as her eyes. It consisted of a close-fitting bodice decorated in golden ornaments and a wide, swinging skirt that fell to the floor. She moved a leg forward and saw to her amazement that she was even wearing golden dolly shoes.
“You absolutely will wear that when we go to the reception, won’t you?”
“What reception?” asked Keela.
“Well, the reception that’s taking place this evening for you and Amber, to introduce you. So, you’ll wear it, won’t you?”
“If it means that much to you,” Keela agreed with a sigh. At the moment she felt a little as if she were in a fairy tale and she was not yet sure whether she liked that.
“Great!” Solima was very happy.
Keela began to take off the dress and put it carefully over a stand before reaching out for the simple dress that she had been given on the ship.
“Solima, now we really must …,” she heard Marruk say.
Keela cried in shock as he was suddenly standing in the doorway, staring at her as if he had never seen a woman before. The hunger in his eyes unsettled her and made her pussy burn with desire.
Can the ground beneath me just open up and swallow me, please? – Damn it! Why can’t that happen just when I need it to?
Marruk froze and did not finish the sentence. He had not counted on seeing Keela half-naked. He thought that Solima would only be explaining to Keela how the clothes maker worked and had not expected them to try out the machine straight away. Being completely unprepared for this erotic sight he had no hope of suppressing his body’s reaction. Hard and painfully his arousal pressed against the tight material of his trousers. He cursed himself for squeezing himself into trousers today – something that he very rarely did.
Out of here, damn it! Out of here! he urged himself, but his body would not listen to him and stood as if rooted to the spot.
He took in every detail of the bewitching woman before him: from her big green eyes; the slightly open mouth with the most kissable lips that he had ever seen on a woman; her slender, fit body with her firm breasts; right down to her perfect feet. He was grateful that she was at least wearing underclothes because he was already having a lot of trouble not forgetting everything around him and pulling her into his arms to take those sweet lips and taste their softness. He wondered what her skin would feel like under his hands and what she tasted like. Whether the same light blond hair also decorated the entrance to her feminity. He bit on his lip to suppress a groan. He had not felt such yearning for a long time. No! He had never felt such yearning.
“Father?” his daughter’s voice tore him from his trance and he swore quietly.
How could he have forgotten that his young, innocent daughter was there? He was standing here with a mega-erection, gaping at the breasts of a woman whom he neither really knew nor wanted to get to know. Had he not sworn that he would never give away his heart again? After Morika’s death he had sworn never to take another mate and only to tend to his small daughter.
Solima reached out for his hand.
“See you later, Keela,” said his daughter happily, pulling him away.
Keela was still standing there, frozen to the spot, long after Solima and her father had left. She had pressed the dress against herself to cover up her body and to her horror she was aware of a telling dampness in her panties. Her nipples were pressing hard and painfully against her bra. How could his look alone cause such a reaction in her? How could she forget that he was tabu? He had a wife and a child. Perhaps he even had more children. She had not asked Solima whether she had any siblings.
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