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Krinata's fingers were her own felt Takora joining them, making them whole.
Dar's body came against him from behind, her cheek against the side of his
head, her hands guiding Krinata's knowledge-ably, needing him to go on as much
as he needed it, but he could get no farther. None of them could tolerate this
anymore.
He had to end it. He sought to wrench free and turn to Dar, but he only
managed to move his hand from Krinata's cheek to Dar's fingers. Dar's mouth
brushed his cheek.
And that was finally enough. His tongue tensed against the roof of his mouth,
and his jaw fell open to release the bony tubes thrusting themselves upward
from the floor of his mouth in the most powerful and satisfying reflex. He
wanted Darllanyu with the perfectly startling need of the very first full
arousal.
Yet he could not take his hands off Krinata, and he was afraid he'd forget, in
the final moment, to avoid strangling her. It had been a long time since
Ontarrah.
The three of them and the other two couples behind them hung at full
extension, throbbing with primal need, yet not culminating, for all the energy
drained into the linkages, raising their vibration. The volume of the hum
escalated with every straining urge toward fulfillment.
//Jindigar!// sobbed Darllanyu, unable to take it anymore. //To me! You
must.// Her frustration ate at him as much as his Own, and as much as
Krinata's.
All at once it came to him. Krinata held the key to their release. She, the
other Center, was barely aroused. She enjoyed arousing him, but now she craved
more from him than his touch on her neck could give her. Shaking with
unresolved tension, Jindigar forced his hands to slide downward, closing his
eyes to concentrate on the human sensations through the linkages, trying to
convince his hands to seek lower for her sensitive places. He had to do it. He
was aflame with a need to feel her responding to him.
Darllanyu's whimper of strangled protest lanced sharply through him. She
needed his touch and he needed more than that from her. But if he turned to
Dar, it would send the Oliat into wild oscillations and disruption as it had
when they'd called Eithlarin back.
He let his hands cup Krinata's breasts and felt the linkages respond, smoothly
heading for Dissolution. He focused on her pleasure to swamp out his physical
revulsion. She couldn't help what sort of body she had. He wanted his hands to
tell her that her body was as beautiful as she was, as treasured as she was.
She was everything that a woman should be.
His hands remembered the skills they'd learned to please Ontarrah, and without
volition they dropped lower and lower. Her face tilted up to him, mouth open,
inviting as she became wholly caught up in what he was doing. And it felt so
good to do it to her.
The linkages fairly hummed with new energies, new tones and undertones, adding
to the complex shaleiliu chord.
Suddenly the linkages tapped into the worldcircle directly. In that same
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moment both sets of linkages expanded to the ends of time, then contracted
toward Jindigar and Krinata, compressing them together. For eternity all he
knew all any of them knew was that at last, at long, long last, the
intolerable tension gripped tighter, and then ever tighter, so good, so very,
very good. In sudden, swift, satisfying rhythm, it broke into wave after wave
of the delicious, anticipated catharsis.
They gave themselves to it gratefully, Jindigar glad he had lived to enjoy the
end of Renewal onset once more.
But curiously he was still alive, as if something held him tight. There was
still that nagging, doubling sensation, and the subliminal impression of a
tiny white point embedded somewhere in his consciousness.
Melting onto the dirt floor, Jindigar buried his face in his hands, the taste
of human saliva bright on his lips. The interior of his mouth rearranged
itself with dismaying swiftness. He was dimly aware from the lack of a
particular taste that the catharsis had not been the slightest bit physical.
Yet, impossibly, he felt drained, at peace, specifically in the way he had not
felt since last Renewal.
Probing as for a sore tooth, he found that the linkages were gone. And he was
still alive. It took a considerable while for that to sink in.
Worried about Krinata, he struggled to focus his eyes and found Threntisn
injecting the Rustlemother with serum. His other officers were picking
themselves up, arranging their clothing and brushing off dirt, marveling to
each other that they had all survived. They were totally inconspicuous among
the dozens of Natives packed densely all around them. Some of them were still
very involved in one another, while others were matter-of-factly preparing to
return to work.
In front of Jindigar Cyrus knelt and pulled Krinata against him. She was
crying and laughing simultaneously, and there was no blood on her mouth, I
didn't hurt her.
Cyrus's eyes met Jindigar's, and the human gave a tentative smile. But his
eyes betrayed pain. How much had Cyrus seen? Would he ever understand?
Jindigar turned to scoop Dar up beside him, at last able to place his hand on
her neck where it belonged. Very deliberately, in Cyrus's sight, he raised
Dar's face to his and covered her mouth with his own, putting all his
long-denied yearning for her into the contact, trying to let it explain that
he had not chosen Krinata and never would. The touch didn't have the import it
would have carried but a moment ago, for she, too, was relaxed now. But
neither did her mouth taste of satisfaction.
None of us had a physical release? The curiosity faded more rapidly than he
could form the thought. All that mattered was' the surge of mutual response
engulfing them. Whatever release they had shared wouldn't last long. Soon they
could enjoy each other fully. And in private.
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