But then he spotted the feather stuck to one drop of honey. A soft and iridescent feather. A Muse's feather. Friday's feather.As he cleaned his coffin..., he made a decision. If the ladies were going to use his room for trysts, he was going to have to punish them. Actually, he should punish the knights too, but that didn't turn him on.When he finished oiling the top of his bed, he took the offending feather and went to find Friday. He finally found her alone in the kitchen, counting the giant cans. I was seriously taken aback, but she had me in such a strong grip that there was no way was I going to be able to free myself without having to use quite some force. But why would I? I wasn’t hard when she’d taken my trousers down but I was now, and she was working at me with some vigour, taking my full length right from the start. The sensation was fantastic. She had a fantastic rhythm and her tongue was working some wonderful magic. I hadn’t had this done to me for a while, so I went with it. Fields imitation.My sillyness seemed to break her mood. Her wide smile and dancing eyes transformed into a serious expression, a questioning near glare."You're coming on to me." She tilted her head slightly. "Aren't you?" Thought you'd never notice." My grin was not responded to."You just want to get into my panties?" Her tone accused."Not just your panties."That twitched her."What does that mean?" Your spirit, your lovely bright spirit so entices me. I want to share time with you, close,. We made an unplanned exit into truespace at the nearest gravity well. The ship entered planetary orbit, broke up in the atmosphere and crashed. I don’t know what happened to the crew quarters, but at this stage we are the only confirmed survivors.”Laurel’s eyes widened, and Telea moaned into her gag.“Rospar believes we are on the planet Persephone Nine. Rescue will take between one month and two years, once we set up a distress beacon. This *is* an Eden world, and survival should be.