Chapter 34 Set the Bait, Lorian
SET THE BAIT, LORIAN
Eve’s transformation has been phenomenal. No longer is she the frightened human employee right off the starship from Earth, but now she’s our perfect human liaison, who holds herself like she belongs among us.
Every day for the past ninety days, we’ve trained her privately for hours. Rafe has drilled her on numbers, laws, and policies, and I have taught her the subtler arts of galactic society and how to wield her humanity, not as a vulnerability, but as a strength.
And we trained her on the simple principle our father adamantly adheres to—that humans will do anything for the next orgasm.
But what our father never mentioned is how difficult this would be for us.
Eve is not only intelligent but beautiful, and if she weren’t human, I have no doubt we would marry her.
So throughout these three months, we’ve made her drink from the Devotional goblet more times than I care to count, but every time, she’s reverently picked up the cup at High Table, made eye contact with us, and swallowed it all.
Needless to say, we make the perfect triumvirate, and I wish it could always be this way.
I stand at the top of the Grand Staircase, and Eve, as if sensing my eyes on her, glances up at me from her post. I make a small gesture to remind her of our training session yesterday, and she blushes.
I can still see her naked on the shrine floor, trembling while my paddle marked her thighs and ass in deep red as I let her fingers work her wet little cunt until she sobbed.
I made her beg for release, made her believe I would grant it, and then denied her at the edge.
Rafe would never have risked letting her touch herself at all—he clings to his Venus Lock and his measured pulses like they are scripture. But I wanted to watch her work herself into a frenzy and then deny her to see her completely exposed.
And she was. The way she moaned when her fingers found her clit. The way her thighs shook, slick with need, desperate to be spread wider, fuller.
I’m aroused just thinking about what she looked like yesterday. And she would have welcomed my cock stretching her open, if I had let her. But I can’t do that, not yet.
Now, here she is, in her perfect black uniform, chin lowered, pretending to be the obedient receptionist. But under that immaculate uniform, her breasts still carry the sting of my paddle, her thighs remember the ache of denial, and her cunt remembers how wet she was when I refused her.
I can still almost hear her voice from yesterday echoing in my ears. Please, Sovereign. Let me come.
Not yet, little sinner.
But soon
Her eyes look up at me again, and I touch my face where she slapped me yesterday when I clamped back on the Venus Lock before she orgasmed.
Eve gives me a small smile in return. She was so angry with me yesterday, and I loved it.
I wish I could stay here all day just watching her. But unfortunately, there’s work to be done.
Reluctantly, I push away from the railing and make my way to Rafe's office. I don't knock before entering.
Rafe doesn't look up from his displays. “The message from Terra Sanctum has been sent.”
I pull up the communication on my IC.
Eve, call me when you receive this- Cal
Simple and direct, it’s perfect.
“Do you think she’ll wait until the end of her shift to call?” Rafe asks.
“No, she’ll make an excuse to leave her desk and call within the hour. She’ll be too curious.”
“You’re probably right; our beautiful rebel will need to know what Cal has to say,” Rafe says, “and he will tell her exactly what she needs to hear. That she’s doing an excellent job and that we are pleased with her.
And, more importantly, her presence at the Grand Championships, as difficult as it is going to be for her, will make a tremendous difference for humans in the galaxy.
And that every little thing she does helps free humans. ”
“He’s going to use that line exactly? Free humans?”
“More or less,” Rafe says. “He needs to hint that there will be other ways in which she can help without being too explicit. That would be too obvious.”
“You don’t think the whole call is going to come off as too obvious?” I ask.
“No, she’s not you, and she has no reason to doubt Cal.
He’s the only one who has given her the complete truth about Denise, remember?
This is all going according to plan. His call will be more of a courtesy call to check in on her now that the Grand Championships are about to begin,” Rafe says, and then asks me, “And Gael’s people? Are they planning on approaching her?”
“Yes. My sources confirm that Terra Ka has already infiltrated the maintenance staff.” I activate another display showing security footage of a tall Imperial male with unremarkable features.
“And now we just watch and see if we’ve trained her well enough to perform.”
“And when we've captured Gael and sold off the coordinates to wherever he keeps the stolen pets, what happens to Eve?” I ask.
We both know the answer, though neither of us wants to voice it.
“She'll be happy here,” Rafe says, after a long minute. “As our permanent human liaison, securing the Grand Championships for years to come.”
“Will she? I don’t know whether we can continue this status quo indefinitely. And she will become lonely without another human. Right now she sees us every day for hours.”
“We can’t have her as a wife,” Rafe says with finality. “And we will not keep her as a companion. So, remove both of those thoughts from your head, Lorian. As soon as it’s legal to hire another human, we will do it so she can have a friend.”
My IC chimes. This time, it's a message addressed to Eve, routed through our standard communication channels. The sender is listed as a maintenance supervisor, but the embedded encryption suggests otherwise.
I decrypt the message and read it to Rafe. “Here we go:
“Hopefully, it won’t look too much like a setup.”
“At first she might think it’s just an actual maintenance check, but when she discovers it’s something else entirely, her whole conversation with Cal will take on a completely different meaning. And I think she’ll be too caught up in that to even consider that we’ve set this up,” Rafe says.
“Though it wouldn’t be amiss to dull her mind a little. We can’t have her overthinking this. I will make sure that the receptionists’ tier at High Table has excellent wine tonight, and that Lira drinks at least two glasses with her to keep her from over-analyzing the message.”