Two weeks later…

In the evening, as Princess Romelle and I ate dinner in a small-protected veranda that overlooked the botanical gardens, she lowered her fork to her plate and said in a soft voice, “Lotor, when do you think I will be able to see my brother again?”

I sipped my wine before replying. “Avok has been receiving three daily doses of thermal laser rays for the past two weeks, and has become stronger and deadlier. Unfortunately, one of the side effects of the laser is a temporary loss of memory. Before leaving for Pollux this morning, Bandor went to the laboratory and approached him, but Avok just ignored him. I wouldn’t want you to be in the same awkward situation.”

“I understand,” she said calmly, her fingers closing about the stem of her wine goblet.

I paused for a moment, while peeling the skin off a succulent blue orange. “Most of our food is brought from the space colonies. But this fruit is an example of the wonders of Doom’s genetic engineering.”

Then I leaned forward and handed Romelle an orange slice, my fingers lightly touching the palm of her hand. She eyed the fruit suspiciously for a few seconds. “Don’t pay attention to the color. It tastes quite sweet, just like Terran oranges.”

I watched her nibble at the orange slice between her even white teeth and smiled as a drop of juice trickled down her chin. I sat back in my chair and continued, trying to sound pensive. “All our hopes are with your brother. Our kingdoms will not rest until Voltron has been neutralized, and Princess Allura admits she was wrong in not accepting a peace treaty with us.”

When Lotor mentioned that name, I looked up, startled. It was the same name he had said when we met for the first time. “You have dealt with the Princess a few times. Is she really as evil as everyone says?”

He frowned slightly. “I don’t think she’s evil, just misguided,” he replied. He uncrossed his long legs and stretched them out in front of him. My eyes were drawn momentarily to his thighs, encased in black breeches, which matched his black tunic.

“She’s under the bad influence of the Galaxy Alliance,” he said, handing me another orange section. “They don’t understand that Pollux and Doom just want to live in peace.”

After I ate the last bit of fruit, he leaned forward and gently wiped my mouth and chin with a white linen napkin.

“It’s very sticky, but I hope you liked it.”

“I liked it very much, Lotor. It tasted very sweet.” His gentleness confused me, but I didn’t draw away from his caressing fingers. He had been attentive and courteous with Bandor and me; he had taken us in various expeditions across the planet and had even let him fly his cruiser at one time. He talked about his people’s struggle to survive in this barren planet and the many lives that were lost fighting against the Arussians, and Bandor shared some of our beliefs regarding honor and duty. I guess that’s why our fathers had reached an understanding about Voltron.

“Let’s talk about more pleasant things, Milady.” He tossed down the napkin and gently wrapped his fingers around a thick strand of hair lying on my shoulder. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?”

I gasped softly. “I wish you would stop being so nice to me,” I murmured, and pulled away from his hand. He grinned at me then- a boyish grin so engaging that I couldn’t help but smile in response.

“But, Princess, it comes naturally to me. I’m not really such a bad fellow, you know, if you will give me a chance.”

I lowered my gaze, and felt my face warm. “You have done so much for my family, that I don’t know how to thank you…”

As I looked at Romelle, with her eyes downcast, her rosy cheeks and sensuous mouth, I couldn’t help think that she was an exquisite creature…just like her distant cousin. She’s inexperienced, and has been sheltered by her family. His father has allowed her to refuse the eligible suitors who have come courting her. She’s perhaps a trifle too obsessed with her family and her planet, but her beauty makes it possible to overlook her behavior. Besides, once Avok destroys Voltron and I have control over Pollux, I will make her change her ways. Yes, I will love having her in my bed.

My eyes fell to the white expanse of bosom that swelled above her pale blue silk bodice, and I suddenly felt a surge of lust passing through my veins. Since meeting Romelle, I had envisioned many times possessing her body. Her long legs wrapped about me, drawing me deep inside of her, while moaning my name in ecstasy. How I wanted to touch her, taste her secret softness with my tongue-

I closed my eyes and try to suppress the groan of sheer pleasure that threatens to escape me.

“Lotor?”

I quickly opened my eyes and looked straight into hers. “There’s no need, Milady. My only wish is to please you.” ~Besides, you will soon compensate me by letting me cross the pillars of your thighs.~

She blushed furiously at the suggestive manner in which I spoke, pushed back her chair and rose abruptly. “Excuse me, but I’m a tired. I’m going to bed.”

“Of course…I understand.” I rose leisurely and walked to her. I drew her hand through my arm and escorted her to her bedchambers. Her head came to my shoulder and I had to tilt my head in order to speak to her. I kept pointing out things in the corridors that I wished for her to see, and to keep her from noticing that I seldom took my eyes off her.

When Lotor and I reached my bedroom, he turned to me and said, “Princess, I have a surprise for you.”

“What is it?”

“Avok is ready to face Voltron. Tomorrow we are going to Pollux to give your father and Bandor the great news.”

“Oh, yes!” I sighed happily, “I miss them so much.”

His thick white eyebrows drew together in a frown. “Does that mean that I’ve been a terrible host?”

I regarded him for a few moments; his expression appeared to be contrite, and I quickly shook my head. “No, it’s just that I feel bad for taking you away from your duties.”

His azure features softened. “My only concern, was to make your stay here in Doom as pleasant as possible. And I hope this is not the last time that you honor us with your beautiful presence.”

I smiled at him. “Thank you, I had a great time. Well, I’m going to tell my ladies in waiting the wonderful news. Good-”

Suddenly, he placed one hand on each side of my waist and I instinctively stiffened, my hands flying up to push against his chest. Lotor bent his head, kissed me on the left temple, slowly trailed his mouth across my face to nuzzle my lips, and then continued across my right cheek to bestow a light kiss against my neck just below my right ear.

His teasing sensuality left me breathless and confused. There was no doubt that Lotor had deliberately sought to arouse me, and his triumphant smile told me that he knew he had succeeded. My hands had curled themselves into tight fists that clutched his tunic; he unfolded them into his own hands and eased them down.

“Good night, my Princess,” he murmured, and then strolled away. I just stood there embarrassed by the intensity of my response to what I suspected was no more than impulsive teasing. Thank Goodness I was leaving this place and never coming back! I turned on my heel, punched in the password, and walked quickly into my room, closing the door behind me.

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