Selene by Lilith Saintcrow

Author:Lilith Saintcrow [Saintcrow, Lilith]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-12-09T03:29:07+00:00

Eight

Tears started behind Selene’s eyelids. Her entire body was limp, drained: her heart was now thundering behind her ribs. Her entire body ached savagely, overstrained, but the ache just made the slick dampness between her legs worse. “N-n-no,” she whispered. “Never.” I never have.

The healer slid to the side and balanced on her knees on the bed, then moved slightly. Selene didn’t dare look. Velvet brushed Selene’s bare arm, then the healer lowered herself down and pulled the covers up, and took Selene in her arms. She was smooth and warm, soft, breasts and hips like Selene’s own pressing against the slick silk of the nightgown.

She’s naked. I don’t even know her. I never get to know them, the ones I have to feed the curse with.

“This might be difficult for you,” the healer said, quietly. “I don’t have to fight my gift. But a tantraiiken...it’s hard for you.”

Selene’s face pressed into the soft hollow under the healer’s chin. Marina’s fingers stroked her sweating back, the silk sticking to Selene’s skin. Violets, spice, musk, and the smell of female; Selene had rarely used a woman for this. Most women didn’t understand.

“Nikolai,” she heard herself say. “He’ll—”

The healer laughed. “He’ll what? Probably want to watch. Or join in.” Her fingers continued their slow, even massage, and Selene felt her body unstringing, muscles relaxing, the heat rising between her legs. The nightgown stuck and slid—she wanted it off.

“I need to take this thing off,” she found herself saying. “Please.”

“There’s a lacing on the back.” Incredibly, the healer giggled. Her body moved against Selene’s, Selene caught her breath. Warm flesh and the curves that were so like her own, a comfort in the middle of the minefield of need and desire.

The healer’s breathing was a little faster now, and she worked on the nightgown’s laces. “I feel like a teenager again,” she murmured, and Selene tentatively touched her hip, smoothing her fingers over satiny skin.

“Did you... while you were a teenager?” Christos knows I did. Selene’s throat was blocked. She felt weak, her hands limp and her legs heavy, but the fire demanded that she move, that she touch the woman, find out what would make her respond, what would feed the curse.

“I did my fair share of experimenting. I was raised by Nichtvren, the Prime of Altamira took me when I was five. It does give one a different view of sex.” There was laughter in her husky voice, covering a deep sadness in the well of her calm. Then the nightgown loosened. “There. I think that should do it. Help me, if you can, Selene. Lift your hips up—good. There. Now your arm.”

It was as if she was a child again, being dressed by someone else. Or undressed. Her head was clearing rapidly. Raised by Nichtvren? My God. “Nikolai tried to Turn me?”

Marina ran her hand down Selene’s ribs, her fingers leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. The gasping, electric sense of Power that Nikolai carried was very different from this gentleness.

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