“We should celebrate,” Tarn decided, “with love.”

My eyebrows rose. “We should?” Maybe it’s time to leave.

“It is the only way to honor your sacrifice,” he explained.

Dina turned and kissed Tarn hungrily, pressing her palms to his cheeks. He responded quickly, and I noted his impressive arousal, which rose from between his thighs to point skyward.

“Please touch me, Tarn. Please use your fingers on me.”

“She’s getting excited,” I commented to Tarn, who smiled past the top of Dina’s head.

“Very soon, I’ll be aching to slide into her,” he said softly. “I’m already so hard, so ready to fill her warm body.”

“I want to suck you first,” Dina murmured. She kissed her way across his hip, and with the briefest of glances back at me, she took the swollen head into her mouth.

I glanced at Jamie, whose eyebrows were climbing. He didn’t take his eyes off the sight as Dina gently bobbed her head, coating Tarn’s long, slim shaft with saliva, making it shine in the midday sun. I caught his tongue sliding along his lower lip, and for a moment, I imagined him wanting to join in the action.

“Enjoying the show?” I whispered.

“It’s been a long time since I spied . . . I mean, watched a couple,” he confessed.

“Will you not pleasure the knife-wielder?” Winn asked from on top of Salm. “He’s ready and probably very willing.”

“Pleasure?” I repeated, then glanced at Jamie’s cock. A bead of pre-cum had emerged from the narrow slit. “Oh, wow.”

“Are you allowed to relieve him?” Tarn asked. “Or is it forbidden for you to be intimate together?”

“I . . .” I’d love to. Watching all this makes me so horny, but I don’t know what their traditions allow the Progenitor to do.

“My task is to ensure the Progenitor’s chastity,” Jamie answered. “My sole focus is safeguarding the Progenitor. I mustn’t become distracted.”

“Aw.” Dina pushed out her lower lip. “Such a pity.”

“You have to stay with the Progenitor until she performs with the champions?”

Jamie nodded. “No man must touch her, other than the champions.”

“What about females?” Winn asked.

“Um . . . what?” The question caught Jamie off-guard. His panicked eyes met mine; his eyebrows rose. Winn climbed off Salm and crawled toward me. Dina did likewise, closing in from the opposite side. Did I want them to touch me, in front of so many witnesses? I was supposed to be the Progenitor, their hero, somebody they respected. Should they be allowed to kiss me, feel me, use their mouths on me? The idea filled me with a mixture of excitement and fear.

Dina laid a hand on my ankle, stroking my skin with her thumb. “Might I slide my tongue into you and take you to such heights you’ll cry out my name?”

“Oh, wow. I . . .”

“Leave her!” a woman snapped from behind me. “How dare you test the Progenitor’s chastity?”

I spun. “Laura?”

“I am empowered to protect her from all hands, something the knife-wielder seems to have neglected.”

Jamie tensed; his eyes widened, and he seemed to snap back to reality. “Yes, of course.” He waved Dina back. “Away, child!”