Adar and Hale groaned, coming as well. Dace moaned, still sucking her, licking all the juices she leaked into his mouth. He sucked her until she stopped coming, then sat back with a satisfied smile on his handsome face.
Jocelyn slumped into the sofa. Barak handed her the glass of wine she nearly dropped with a grin. She took a drink, then looked around.
Adar and Hale were panting softly. Hale's head was back against the sofa and Adar was smiling at her.
"Very nice, Jocelyn," Brodie said, sitting casually on the edge of a large dark wood desk with a cup of beer in one hand.
Tanek Janassi sat in a big leather chair on the other side, smoking a cigar and grinning at her. He was younger than she was, around the same age as her niece, Alena. She thought that Alena would be perfect for him.
She smiled at Brodie. "Of course. I never do anything that's not 'nice'." She winked at Janassi and took another drink.
The other four noblemen were all younger than Duncan and Tanek. They were grinning like schoolboys, as though they couldn't believe their luck. She sat up, smiling sensually at them. "So, who are these lovely young men?" she purred, feeling extremely sexy and ready for anything. She stood up and wriggled out of her dress.
Everyone watched that with interest.
"I'm Case," a tall, dark haired young man said, "And this is Nav, Shen and Tal."
Jocelyn approached Case and he watched her with a sly grin. "Hello Case. I'm right in assuming you're all pages?"
Case nodded, drawing in his breath as she got close to him. "May I say, my lady, those are the nicest tits I've seen."
Jocelyn giggled, appreciating the young man's murmur of admiration. She stepped up to him, brushing her breasts against his chest as she kissed him. His hands closed around them immediately and he began to massage her. She moaned softly as he began kissing her aggressively. Nav, a blonde, moved around behind her, kissing her neck and shoulder, unfastening his pants and bringing out his already hard cock, which he positioned at her ass and began to push it in without preamble. Jocelyn moaned much louder and Case moved to kiss and suck her tits.
"Damn," Brodie muttered to Tanek, "Damn. This is fucking great." He took a long drink of his beer.
"You got that right," Tanek said, "You filming this all?"
"Of course," Brodie said, almost offended. "Did you think I wouldn't, especially that?" He pointed at Jocelyn, Case and Nav.
Tanek chuckled, considering. "Maybe I ought to show back at the ball, just for appearances and all that?"
Case was pushing his cock into Jocelyn's pussy now, as Nav fucked her ass and Jocelyn groaned as she balanced herself between them. Brodie licked his lips as he watched them. "Uh, yeah, sure. Good idea."
Tanek smirked. "You should too, in a while, you know."
Case and Nav came quickly as Jocelyn screamed, coming herself. The three of them slumped into a nearby loveseat.
Shen stepped up to her then and plunged himself deep between her open legs, pumping into her without a word. Jocelyn groaned, squirming, thrusting against him as Case and Nav bent to suck and play with her tits.
Brodie drained his glass.
Tanek laughed as he looked at Hale, Duncan, Adar and Barak, who were all watching Jocelyn with extreme interest. He got up and headed out of the villa, back towards the Citadel ballroom.
THE STATE BALL
Tanek Janassi walked back into the ballroom, still smoking his cigar thoughtfully and looking around. He picked up a glass of Cardei as he passed the bar and made a point of making himself visible for a few minutes.
The Director, Asher VonTesmar and his third wife, Regina, were on a circular sectional sofa that filled a large alcove near the bay windows in the front of the ballroom. He obviously wasn't concerned about propriety as he nuzzled the young woman's ample cleavage and groped under her gown.
Regina, a very pretty black haired girl, was squirming under him, tugging at the top of her gown to keep it from revealing her breasts.
Darion Tarrant, Asher's head of security, stood nearby, talking to some other high-ranking Directorate officers, his arm around a pretty, curvaceous blonde in a lavender dress. He noticed the wide silver choker around her neck, attached to a slender silver chain that vanished between her breasts. He smirked a bit and took a drag off his cigar.
As he neared the wide corridor leading to the banquet hall, he saw Alena Varian, Asher's niece and Admiral Dahren Trask, Headmaster of the Academy. They seemed to be involved in an animated discussion, which seemed to be annoying the Admiral. Alena looked completely unruffled as she smiled in the face of Dahren's rising irritation. With a growl, Dahren turned and stalked away from her, into the banquet hall. Alena laughed softly to herself as she watched him go.
"Asshole," she muttered after him, glancing at Tanek.
Tanek chuckled. "What was that about?"
"He wanted to 'show' me the Blue Room," Alena said with a smirk. "I said, no.
Not right now. He got annoyed and tried to order me." She took a drink of the wine she held. "I reminded him that even though he outranks me, we're not on duty. He seems to be under the impression that I'll fuck him any time he wants me to now."
Tanek chuckled softly. "So is that why you said no?"
"Primarily," she took another drink. "It's certainly not because I'm not in the mood."
Tanek looked at her a long moment.
Hair the color of claret and large, sparkling emerald eyes, Alena Varian was easily the most attractive woman he knew. They'd gone to Academy together and he had always been quite interested in her. She was tall, nearly as tall as he was but not thin like most tall women he'd met. Alena was quite rounded and voluptuous, her figure filling out the dark burgundy gown she wore in a very
provocative way, even though it wasn't nearly as revealing as Jocelyn's low cut, clinging aqua waterfall of a gown. Alena's looked as though it was silk, which, he realized, it probably was. The fabric clung to her curves, the bodice long sleeved, with a simple round collar, trimmed in silver, laced up the front with silver laces, to enhance the swell of her breasts. It cascaded in shimmering waves from her hips to the floor. It rustled softly when she moved.
"Is that an invitation, Alena?" he purred.
She took a drink of her wine. "I don't like you, Janassi."
He stepped close to her as he passed her by. "You will when I'm finished with you." He continued walking towards the banquet hall, ignoring any reaction she might have had to his words.
Dahren Trask was standing by the bar, a wine glass in his hand, looking extremely put out.
"Turn you down?" Tanek asked. Trask turned and gave him an imperious look.
Tanek coughed a bit, "Uh, sir."
"That's better," Trask grumbled. "And yes, she did. Don't know why, she's hot tonight, it's very clear. Just not for me, it seems."
"Hm," Tanek said thoughtfully. "What would you say if I told you Margrave Brodie has got Jocelyn VonTesmar at his villa and she's fucking her way through the Directorate Ministry as we speak?"
Trask sipped his wine and looked at Tanek coolly. "I'd say you were full of it."
Tanek grinned, puffed on his cigar and sent Trask a few telepathic pictures of what was going on at Brodie's.
Trask's eyes widened.
"Want in on her, Admiral? Especially since Alena's being a bitch?"
Dahren Trask grinned. "Hell yes."
"I'll let Brodie know you're – ahem – coming," Tanek said as Admiral Trask made his way to the exit.
Tanek put out his cigar in an ashtray and set his glass down on the bar. Then he headed back towards the corridor, to find Alena.