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Ashlyn was too far gone to care or protest.

"There are multiple species who require double penetration, either because they have two sex organs or because they take a female in pairs," Zade murmured to her, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. "There is no need to fear. Have you experienced double penetration before?”

She shook her head vehemently. Her body trembled as a technician retrieved the plug. It looked designed not merely for fullness but for control, an assertion of their intent to guide her body's reactions. She shivered.

"Preparation for anal penetration must be approached with care," the doctor instructed Zade, his voice hypnotic amidst the crescendo of Ashlyn's hammering pulse. "Your female is reluctant, but patience yields receptivity. The stimulant has relaxed muscles that would normally take much longer to be ready for this kind of penetration. With regular lubrication you may proceed as if she regularly experiences double penetration. She will, of course, feel extremely stretched and full, but that is a bonus for her, is it not?”

Glancing at the screen monitoring her accelerated heart rate, Zade attached the straps of the vibrator inside her, then selected a bottle of lubricant from the tray of instruments and coated his fingers with the thick gel. "Shh," he soothed, his thumb coating the small nub of nerves at her apex. "They are watching. You must not resist."

He carefully circled her back entrance, his touch warm against her sensitive skin. Slowly, he pushed in, the sensation foreign yet strangely compelling. The stretching was gentle at first, a slow invasion that paced her body's reluctant acceptance, the lubricant easing the way past the tight ring of muscle as he massaged her with a skill that had her hips bucking into his hand despite herself, scissoring and coaxing the delicate tissues toyield, to embrace the fullness that both threatened and promised exquisite release.

She arched against him with a moan as he added another finger, stretching her more, preparing her for the plug. His preparation was relentless, his fingers moving inside her with a precision that spoke of experience and an intimate knowledge of the female form. Each stroke fanned the flames higher.

When she thought she could take no more, he removed his fingers, only to press the plug to her back entrance. The plug was cool to the touch as it pressed against her. An unwelcome invasion that made her muscles clench in protest, refusal was a language he did not understand—or chose to ignore.

With deliberate slowness, Zade inserted the plug, the sensation both invasive and strangely pleasurable as it breached her. He twisted it gently as it entered her, forcing her to acknowledge every millimeter of its presence until it was fully inserted up to the flared end. She gasped at the intrusion, the overwhelming sense of fullness, but found herself unable to protest as pleasure shot through every nerve ending in her body.

A low hum began to emanate from the plug, vibrations spreading in concentric circles within her, intense and unyielding. The relentless machine worked its magic, breaking down any walls or defenses she had left. The constant hum was like an insistent drumbeat, steadily building and coiling deep inside her. The intensity of vaginal, clitoral, and anal stimulation together was staggering, and she couldn't help but surrender to it. She was both ashamed and enraptured, her body a slave to the devices as Zade pushed her further, stretched her boundaries and elicited a primal response from deep within.

Her muscles clenched and released uncontrollably around the objects, liquid heat squirting from deep inside her feminine channel a physical manifestation of the shame and pleasure battling within her. She couldn't help but thrash in everydirection, her body attempting to both rid her of the devices and bring them closer. They noted her involuntary responses with growing excitement.

"Anal stimulation activated. Subject's body is highly receptive to double penetration.” Dr. Balcor observed.

“Indeed. She has responded to all forms of stimulation. Observe the increase in both respiration and natural lubrication.”

Ashlyn tried to resist the needs of her body, tried not to buck and arch as Zade continued to stimulate her, but it was no use.

"Embrace it. Yield to your desire," Zade urged, his voice a steady drumbeat against the storm of her senses. He manipulated all three devices with precision, an artist painting strokes of pure sensation onto the canvas of her flesh. “Show them how receptive you are.”

The audience's whispers grew to a fevered buzz, mirroring the crescendo of pleasure tearing her apart. Her cries were silent, each one a surrender, a white flag raised against the onslaught of bliss. Wave after wave hit her, each orgasm stronger than the last.

The doctor did not allow Zade to relent. Pursuing each climax with the hunger of a conqueror claiming new lands, Zade ensured she was ripe for the next conquest and the next until she was so far out in subspace, she forgot her own name.

Finally, the doctor looked to the panel of Council members. “If the Council is satisfied, I believe we have thoroughly demonstrated the subject’s positive receptivity to future breeding with nonhuman species. My part is done.”

C’Nar spoke up. Clearly the Cappran had a death wish. “It is time for the Caldorian to breed her… or surrender her to me.”

Doctor Kubro cleared his throat and appeared to double check a test result. “It would appear Councilor Faro’s womb is already filled with viable Caldorian seed. There will be noneed for a public breeding. With today’s added stimulation and preparations, she should be fertile and carrying her mate’s child within the next few hours.”

What?!

She glanced at him and saw the truth in his eyes. He’d fucked her, possibly gotten her pregnant, and then marched out here to make sure she went through with the medical exam. Why? So, he could have the seat? He knew he couldn’t keep her. Didn’t he? Did he really think she would change her mind? She didn’t want the Council seat, didn’t want to live on Cappra. Nothing had changed between them… and everything had changed. He’d betrayed her trust, tried to breed her, could have impregnated her. All without asking permission or discussing things with her.

Without waiting for the doctor, Zade removed all the devices from her body and released her from the restraints. He messed with the sound adapter, tried to pull the straps apart, but they didn’t budge.

Dr. Kubro retrieved a small blue tool from his pocket and waved it over the straps, unlocking the mechanism. With an audible buzz, the ball returned to its original size, allowing Zade to gently remove it from Ashlyn’s mouth and crush it beneath his boot.

Grabbing a sheet from one of the trays, he loosely covered her, then swept her up in his arms and strode for the exit. He was hard as a rock.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

On Board The Reaper

Zade carriedAshlyn like she was a precious treasure made of the most delicate glass.

“What are you doing?” she croaked, her mouth and throat dry as sandpaper.

“I am taking you to my personal quarters. If you wish to continue this conversation, we will do so in private.”

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