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“I want you to understand something,” he continued, his deep voice rumbling through me. “My origin as a breakout entity of the Collective allows me to enjoy both being human and having a vastly expanded consciousness. As Alpha discovered when he fell in love with Sala, one facet of our minds is that love is forever.”

CHAPTER 22

Gamma

I watched Tessara’s eyes go wide at the revelation.

“But…” she said, her forehead furrowing as she tried to puzzle it out. “I mean…” Her mouth twisted to the side so adorably that I had to take her in my arms and kiss her hard, long and deep. Just before our lips parted, I saw how wide her eyes had gone, and I could feel my lips curving into an irrepressible smile even as with them I worked her sweet little mouth, her shy, delicate tongue—the part of her where Tessara had so obediently received me while on her knees, pleasuring my demanding cock so greatly.

Eventually I broke the kiss and pulled back slightly, keeping her naked body in my embrace. She had received my human seed and I had sated the intensity of my need in her adorable pussy, but the mere feeling of her soft, bare skin in my grasp began to stir my manhood again, inside the trousers I had buttoned up only a few minutes ago.

My control over my human body far exceeded that of a naturally born man. I could make my penis become erect, for example, whenever I liked—even in the absence of sexual stimulation. I could also, with slightly more difficulty, cause my penis to become flaccid even when my arousal had reached a fever pitch. I greatly preferred to leave my manhood to its own devices, however, so as to experience the endless marvels this bodily existence had for an ageless being. In this case, my sexual need for this sweet, naughty girl went beyond anything I had ever felt in this human form.

“But what?” I asked softly.

“But you…” Tessara started, her cheeks going a lovely shade of pink that made me kiss her again, though more briefly, so that she could continue. “But you use me the… the waytheydid… my masters… the Vionians.”

Her brow had creased even more deeply, and her cheeks had gone a deep red. She searched my eyes for something, and I realized she must feel very anxious about offending me. I had made my face neutral, so as to let Tessara speak as much as possible without influence, but now I saw she needed reassurance, and I smiled with all the affection that had built in my heart. I had guessed what she needed to say, but I also knew she must find the words herself.

“I mean…notthat way, really… because you’re… you’re so much, well, I guess…nicer? But still… also, I guess…” Tessara bit her lip. I could feel how her heart rate had sped up. I didn’t need to look at the readout from the governor (which could tell me so very much about Tessara’s bodily condition) to know that it had gone above one hundred eighty beats per standard minute. “Also…thatway.”

The depth of her blush would have told me I hadn’t made a mistake about this sweet young woman, even if I didn’t know it already. The heightened instincts of this fabricated human body told me Tessara had become thoroughly re-aroused just from thinking about the comparison—how in some important ways I had indeed treated her the same way as the cruel Vionian crew Alpha had told me about.

The time had come to help her find further words, I sensed.

“And is that abadthing, sweet Tessara?” I asked softly.

Tessara

A little sob escaped my chest. Gamma had asked the question I had wanted him to ask—but had also, desperately, wanted himnotto ask. I felt his hands on my back, warming and soothing me in the way I already felt only he knew how to do. I looked into his incredible, deep, ocean blue eyes and saw what I could only callunderstanding. I felt he simplyknew—everything, if that were even possible. So, if I lied to him, it wouldn’t even matter, because he would just know the truth anyway. And the answer I was going to give, was it even a lie, really?

“Yes?” I whispered. “I mean, no… because… because…”

“Because you belong to me,” Gamma said, his words slow and deep. “And just like your Vionian masters, I have the right to use the things that belong to me any way I want.”

I swallowed so hard it hurt. My heart pounded in my chest. I felt my hands grip the delicate fabric of his shirt harder, clinging tothe taut, powerful muscles of his back, as if to keep myself from putting them desperately between my legs to soothe the wave of arousal that had swept through me.

Then I felt a tiny, painless tingle between my thighs, right on the intimate spot where the doctor had installed the awful governor. The physical response of my cunny to it all—Gamma’s words and the feel of his muscles under his shirt—the clench and the wetness I should have felt… didn’t happen. My eyes went wide, and my lips parted. My breath, though, remained calm even though by rights it should have grown ragged with the need I knew, mentally, my body wanted to feel for my new master’s huge cock in my cunny.

I swallowed again, and I nodded, unable to speak.Yes, you have that right. The right to do anything you please to me. Please… please… use that right.

Gamma smiled back gently. “Your governor just activated, didn’t it?”

I nodded again, feeling a new flush of heat rush to my cheeks. He knew, yes, definitely: he knew the effect he had on me—more precisely, and more shamefully, he knew the effect his treating me as his property had. I needed to distract him from that, somehow, make him forget that he had that power over me, because that would lead to the pleasure house. Gamma would use me and cast me aside, the same way the Vionians would have. I tried to replay the moments since he had returned from showing the doctor out in my mind, looking for some way to get back to the part about love being forever.

“Do you see why I had it installed, sweet girl?”

I blinked at him. My lips opened again, as if to speak, but my racing thoughts had great difficulty catching up. Then I did understand, and I saw how it led back to the part about eternal love. I felt my eyes go wide.

“Because…” I said. “Because you want to have a… a…” I fumbled for a word that might describe it. “A connection with me.” No, that wasn’t it, but it had something to do with it.

Gamma’s face had gone back to that quiet, impassive, listening expression that seemed to invite me to tell him everything, as I searched and spoke, but now he smiled again.

“A very special kind of connection,” he said. “To see how our love will grow.”

This time the effect of the governor was much more intense. I heard a beep come from the direction in which I knew Gamma’s handheld lay, and the idea that my cunny’s need was being sensed and moderated by my master—who… wholovedme?—brought a blush that seemed to encompass my whole upper body.

“So… the pleasure house?” I whispered. “You… you wouldn’t…”

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