ROMULUS (The Innerworld Affairs Series, Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

restrictions now remained on the books. The prohibition against joining with a Terran had originally been passed to maintain the purity of Innerworld's superior race, but it was also a safeguard for the Earthlings. No one was certain a Terran could survive the joining ceremony.
    "Sometimes I really feel sorry for them," Tarla continued. "No matter how hard they work to blend in, there are still a few people like my father who won't let them forget they're an inferior breed. Hey, how'd we manage to get so serious? You must be ready for that massage, my brave knight! I have a unit in my bed or you can have the good old manual method." She wiggled her fingers at him.
    "You know I prefer the human touch. You don't really have to do this, you know. However, I'll probably be eternally grateful if you do."
    "As my lord wishes," Tarla said, curtsying.
    Rom quickly shed his clothing before she could rescind her offer. Letting out a long moan, he lay stomach down on the soft carpeting. He stretched his muscles to their full length and relaxed.
    Tarla admired his well-proportioned physique. His leisure activities of horseback riding and wielding broadswords definitely countered his penchant for vegetating behind a desk.
    "L-four," she instructed the facilities manager and the lighting in the walls dimmed to a soft rosy glow. After warming a container of kolmander oil, she knelt beside her willing victim. Her straight, black, waist-length hair lightly brushed his bottom as she situated herself.
    "Hey! That tickles," Rom jokingly complained. "Did you say this was mercy or mayhem?"
    Tarla poured some of the soothing oil into her hands and began to work her magic, kneading his aching muscles.
    "By drek, that's good. You could be a masseuse at the Indulgence Center."
    She continued, working up one arm then moving around to concentrate on the other, purposely letting her hair tease him as she leaned over his vulnerable form.
    "Seriously, Tarla, have you given any thought to what you want to do if I do get the governorship? I mean, you could come with me or stay and work for the new chief of this province. If you're interested in trying something different, though, I'd certainly be glad to help you in any way I can. You've been a good assistant, but you've never given me the impression that administrative work was your heart's desire!"
    Tarla giggled. "You're right about that, of course. The problem is, I don't know what my 'heart's desire' really is. I keep thinking one day it will come up and hit me between the eyes and I'll run around screaming, This is it! I finally figured out what I've been waiting for! Until then I'll just stick by you, I guess."
    "Hmmm, honest but a mite unflattering." Rom groaned again as her thumb found a particularly tender spot in his shoulder.
    "Why don't you just be quiet and try to relax?" Tarla vigorously rubbed the oil into his back and pushed and pulled his muscles with greater strength than she appeared to have. She circled his buttocks with the palms of her hands and found his muscles no less developed there.
    She kneaded his legs from his ankles up and back down, each time coming tantalizingly closer to the soft flesh slightly exposed between his thighs. With one long fingernail, she accidentally scraped that tender skin and smiled when he flinched. The power he had placed in her hands was too heady to resist teasing him. She knew he was becoming increasingly uncomfortable lying on his stomach.
    "Turn over," she commanded softly.
    His obedience revealed the full evidence of his discomfort. Although most of his body had relaxed under her skilled ministrations, he sported a glorious erection. Tenderly rolling his swollen sacs in one hand, she firmly grasped the shaft with the other, her fingers barely meeting around his width.
    When she lowered her mouth to him and flicked her tongue over the tip, he gasped his acceptance of her offering. "Yes, please." And Tarla granted him an efficient, quick