Switched: Brides of the Kindred 17 (10 page)

“
What you’re
supposed
to
do! Go out, sit on the sensu-chair until your
shaft—
my
shaft—is hard enough to
service her, then take Xirnah into the bedroom and complete the act
of copulation.”

“
All right, all right—I’m going.”

Frankie left the
fresher quickly and shut the door behind her.

Sorry about that,”
she apologized. “Uh…upset stomach. But I feel better now.”

“
It’s about
time.”
Xirnah
was tapping her foot impatiently. “I’m about to leave if we don’t
complete our mandatory sex act in about three meems.”

“
Right. Back to the sensu-chairs.” Frankie tried to take her
by the arm but the other woman jerked away.

“
No! No more sensu-chairs and no more excuses. I want you to
service me
now
so I can
get
out
of here!”

“
Uh…okay, fine.” Frankie dropped her arm quickly and took a
step back. “Let’s go to the bedroom. Come on.” She started down the
hallway but became aware after a few steps that Xirnah wasn’t
following her. “What?” She turned back to look.

“
Your sleeping chamber is
that
way.” Xirnah pointed one long, boney finger in the other
direction.

“
She’s right.”
Kerov sounded both irritated and worried.

“
Of course. I just wanted to, uh…to…to get a drink of water,”
Frankie said, improvising quickly. “You go ahead into the bedroom
and I’ll be right in to…to service you.”

Xirnah gave her an icy glare. “You have two meems,” she
snapped. “
Two,
and then
I’m leaving.”

Turning, she stomped
down the hallway, opened another door which must lead to the
bedroom and then slammed it behind her.

“
You heard her—quickly, go do what has to be done,”
Kerov urged.

“
I
can’t.” Frankie was suddenly aware that the equipment between her
legs seemed to be malfunctioning. Or rather, it wasn’t functioning
at all.

“
Why not?”
he
growled.

“
Because your dick appears to be taking a break.” Frankie
nodded down at the black uniform trousers where the stiff bulge of
his shaft was noticeably absent. “I’m soft as cream cheese here.
How can I have sex like this? It would be like trying to stuff a
marshmallow into a keyhole.”

“
A
what into a what? And what is cream cheese?”
Kerov demanded.
“Never mind,”
he added before she could
answer.
“Just
think erotic thoughts until my shaft hardens. Hurry!”

“
Think erotic thoughts, huh?” Frankie went to the door of the
bedroom and stood there, concentrating hard. She didn’t have much
time but she didn’t want to go in before she was ready. God only
knew what kind of fit Xirnah would throw if she couldn’t get it up
for the bitchy alien woman.

“
Yes, erotic thoughts,”
Kerov told her impatiently.

Frankie closed her
eyes. What could she think of? Actually, the hottest thing she’d
seen recently was the man going down on his woman on Kerov’s TV.
Biting her lip, she pictured them together, the man spreading the
woman’s thighs and giving her long, loving kisses—teasing her until
she panted and moaned and pressed her hips up to meet his mouth as
he kissed and tasted her gently but urgently…

“
Gods…”
Kerov’s mental voice sounded hoarse.
“This kind of thing is truly what you
consider erotic?”

“
Are you getting that?” Frankie felt suddenly shy. “I, uh,
thought you couldn’t hear my thoughts.”

“
I
can’t
, but for
some reason I can see the images you’re picturing.”

“
Sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable,” Frankie apologized.
“I know you said you’re not into that kind of thing.” Although
Xirnah had certainly seemed to think he was.

“
No, I…I don’t mind.”
He made a sound like clearing his throat.
“You can…go on if you
want.”

Suddenly there was
another picture in Frankie’s head—the same man and woman but this
time he was lying on his back and she was straddling him—riding his
face. She was gripping his hair with both hands, her head thrown
back in a moan as he held her by the hips and licked and sucked her
open pussy hungrily.

“
Dios,”
she
murmured, shifting as the equipment between her legs began to
stiffen. “Is that you sending me those pictures?”

“
Just trying to help,”
Kerov murmured.
“Are you able to see them clearly?”

“
As clearly as you saw mine, I think,” Frankie answered. “I
wonder why we can send mental images back and forth but not
words.”

“
Maybe because we’re concentrating so hard on them.”

“
Speaking of hard, I think I’m about ready to, uh, service
Xirnah,” Frankie confessed. “That last picture you sent me really
did the trick.” She could feel the shaft between her legs growing
as she thought about the man going down on his woman. And though it
made her shy and a little uncomfortable to discuss it with Kerov,
the mental images he’d sent her were really
hot.

“
You’d better go to Xirnah then,”
Kerov said.
“She is not a patient female.”

“
Right. I got that.” Frankie took a deep breath. “Okay—here
goes.” She opened the door and stepped into the room.

Chapter Four

The sight that
greeted Frankie was almost enough to make the shaft between her
legs go soft again.

Xirnah was already
kneeling on hands and knees on the high, elaborately carved bed.
She had her white sex garment hiked up, revealing the boniest,
palest behind Frankie had ever seen. Between her skinny thighs, her
pussy was a thin, almost colorless slit with just the barest blush
of pink to it.

But it wasn’t the
sight of the other woman’s body that was causing the equipment
between Frankie’s legs to do its best impression of a limp
noodle—it was the way Xirnah was looking over one narrow shoulder
and glaring at her.

Dios—she looks angry—
really
angry. How are we supposed to do it when she’s so pissed off
at me?

“
Hurry,”
Kerov
urged in her head.
“She’s extremely upset.”

“
You
think?”
Frankie muttered.

“
Do I think what?” Xirnah demanded.

“
Um…I think it’s time to get this done,” Frankie said, trying
to sound masculine and in control.

Striding forward,
she tried to fill her head with the sexy thoughts that had made
Kerov’s shaft so hard just moments ago. It was incredibly hard to
maintain an erection with Xirnah glaring at her but luckily, after
a moment, the other woman turned her face away and stared at the
wall instead.

Immediately Frankie
found it easier to concentrate. Thinking sexy thoughts, she reached
for the front of the black uniform trousers to pull down the zipper
and get ready for action. But there was none. She fumbled
frantically—what the hell? How was she supposed to get these damn
things open?

“
What’s wrong with you?”
she heard Kerov mutter.
“Why aren’t you doing it?”

Xirnah seemed to
have the same idea.

“
What’s taking so long?” she demanded, turning her angry scowl
on Frankie again.

“
Uh, nothing. Just…my trousers got stuck. That’s
all.”

Xirnah arched one
perfectly groomed, pale blonde eyebrow at her.

“
Your trousers got
stuck?”

“
Just unfasten the magnotabs at the top and you can pull them
open,”
Kerov told
her quickly.

“
Don’t worry about it, baby—I got this. Just relax,” Frankie
told Xirnah, trying to sound confident and sexy when really she
actually felt the exact opposite. To her relief, she finally found
the tabs Kerov had told her about and was able to pop open the
black trousers.

Sexy thoughts—think sexy thoughts,
she told herself as Xirnah finally turned
around again. Quickly, she reached into the trousers and found the
shaft she’d been feeling between her legs for so long. It felt
really weird to grab a penis and realize it was attached to her—or
at least, the body she was currently inhabiting. But the minute
Frankie actually brought the equipment out into the light where she
could see it, she forgot about the weirdness and just
stared.

“
Madre de Dios—
it’s
huge!”
she
breathed softly.

It was true. Even
only semi-hard, Kerov’s equipment was the biggest she had ever
seen. Not that she’d seen a lot of them in person but Frankie
watched porn from time to time and Kerov was big even by those
standards. He certainly put Carlos and the stubby four inches he
was so proud of to shame.

“
What are you talking about back there?” Xirnah snapped,
looking around again. “Why don’t you just hurry up and put it
in?”

“
I…uh…I want to but I don’t want to hurt you.” Frankie eyed the
other woman’s narrow pink slit uncertainly. “I mean, you look so
small and this thing is really
big.”

Xirnah sniffed. “Oh, you Kindred are always so
proud
of your strength and size. Don’t
worry—I know from experience that I can accommodate you when I have
to.”

“
She’s right,”
Kerov muttered.
“Xirnah is well able to bear my girth—you need to hurry and
finish this encounter.”

“
Fine,” Frankie said. If both Kerov and Xirnah were determined
for her to go through with this, she would just have to do it—even
if she did worry about skewering the other woman like a
shisk-ka-bob on Kerov’s massive equipment.

“
Fine,” Xirnah echoed her. “Just
hurry up!”

“
Yes
Ma’am,”
Frankie snapped, stung into being sarcastic. Could this boney
bitch be any more demanding? Stepping forward, she held the massive
shaft in one hand and guided it towards Xirnah’s colorless
slit.

She had a moment to
think how completely bizarre her situation was. She was preparing
to have sex with another woman while she herself was trapped inside
the body of a man—could things get any more weird? Then she made
contact and pressed forward.

And almost
immediately pulled back out again.

“
Ugh—
tan
frio!”
she
exclaimed involuntarily, before she could stop herself.

“
What?” Xirnah turned her head and was glaring even more
fiercely than before.

“
I
said you’re cold—
inside.”
Frankie gave her a worried look. “Are you sick or something?
Maybe you should see a doctor.”

“
How dare you?” Xirnah gave her a furious look. “My body
temperature is just fine! You’re the one with the crude Kindred
body heat!”

“
She’s right,”
Kerov said before Frankie could protest.
“Her temperature is normal for one of
her kind—for a pure blooded Tarsian. Apologize quickly and
finish!”

Frankie wanted to
point out that this was certainly another thing he should have
warned her about but she could hardly do that without looking like
she was talking to herself again. Promising that she would give
Kerov a piece of her mind later, she turned her attention back to
Xirnah.

“
Um, sorry, sweetheart,” she said, trying to sound sincere. “I
was just worried about you—you seemed, uh, even chillier that
usual. That’s all.”

As if a cold fish
like Xirnah could actually get colder. But that was beside the
point.

“
Just
finish,”
the
other woman hissed at her. “I’m so sick of you I could
die.”

Frankie couldn’t
help recoiling at the raw hatred in the other woman’s dark purple
eyes. Wow, she really seemed to detest Kerov! How could she be his
ideal woman if she loathed him like this? What were the people at
his government matching agency thinking?

Speaking of Kerov,
she could feel his impatience and anxiety coming through the
strange bond they shared loud and clear.

“
Hurry,”
he
told her.
“You
have to hurry before she loses patience completely!”

“
Okay, all right,” Frankie muttered. Stepping forward again,
she concentrated fiercely on the act at hand. But to her dismay,
Kerov’s massive shaft had gone half soft again—probably because it
was next to impossible to be turned on when the person you were
supposed to have sex with said they hated you. At least Frankie
found it impossible.

She looked
despairingly at the semi-limp shaft in her hand. Sexy thoughts—she
had to think sexy thoughts! She tried hard to fill her mind with
the images of the man going down on his woman and tasting her pussy
but the mental pictures just weren’t having the same effect. Not
with Xirnah glaring at her.