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Shutting my eyes against the crowd, I focus on my body and my needs. A warmth, starting low in my belly, builds as I gently circle my sensitive bud. My lips part and an unexpected moan slips out. I’m climbing toward an orgasm so fast it takes even me by surprise. Shocked by my own response, it spurs my climax ever closer.
Men from the crowd begin to encourage me onward. Shouting out commands for me to “finger my pussy” and “make myself nice and slippery for them”. I know I’ll be horrified when it’s all over, but I’m so close to coming I can’t be bothered to care. I’m wild with need. Desperate to finish this debaucherous exhibition, my fingers move faster, coaxing me ever closer to the cliff’s edge.
Even though my eyes are closed and there is a cacophony of noise in the room, I know it’s him who growls the final command that makes me break. “Cum now!”
Before he’s even done speaking, I climax on stage in front of all these males. Bolts of fire stream through my veins like an intravenous opiate and my own liquid pleasure drips down my thighs. I’m flying. Lost in the clouds. Shooting past the stratosphere and into deep space.
My lungs are burning alongside my cheeks as my eyes slowly pop open. Chest rising and falling, I absorb the crowd’s stunned reaction. Many of them have been holding their breath alongside me. I suspect an equal number found their own releases, too.
It’s painfully silent for several moments. Then the Voltan explode into action like a disrupted anthill. Paddles begin to rise and men shout out offers before the announcer can even state a price. Soldiers erupt from their seats and argue with those standing around them. The noise in the great hall is deafening. I’ve never felt so alone in all my life.
Yet even in all this chaos, he is still watching me. My officer. His body is relaxed and sated as he does up his zipper. A satisfied grin is spread across his full lips as his paddle smoothly rises into the air.
The announcer tries to wrestle back control of the room, but it’s a lost cause. The men are agitated, and the fear of what might happen next is palpable.
“Silence or we end this auction right now!” The auctioneer threatens, and the soldiers grudgingly take their seats.
I’m shaking from head to toe. Wrapping my arms around my ample chest, the weight of what I’ve been asked to do, and what I’ve willingly done, settles over me. Shame, fierce and strong, washes over my flushed body. What would my parents say if they knew what had taken place here today? They’d disown me astheir daughter. Accuse me of being a wanton. A loose woman. A lowly creature of the night.
The announcer takes back control of the room, despite my thinking him unable. Once again, the auction is resumed. A feverish dance of paddles ensues, as my price rises higher and higher like a balloon caught in a windstorm.
The last thing I remember before I hear the word “sold”, are blue eyes staring directly into my soul and a smile so sinfully beautiful, I know there’s no chance of me escaping this new life with my own fully intact.
CHAPTER 7
Oren
As soon as the announcer says the word “sold” my muscles relax. She’s ours. Our mate. I won’t be able to fully claim her fully until Knox comes home from his mission though, but that doesn’t matter.
My cock stands at attention at the thought of her sucking me off, regardless of already having emptied my balls several times today. Knox or not, I plan on easing that ache as soon as possible. Especially after the show my mate has put on for the hungry crowd.
As innocent as she may be, I can see there’s a wild streak in Aurora. It will just take a firm hand to coax it out to play. It’s something both Knox and I are going to enjoy immensely once we get her alone.
Speaking of getting my new companion alone, I’m ready to see her. Taste her. Touch her. Make her cum. Though I’ve only scented her once, I can’t get the fragrance out of my nose. It’s so seductive that I am fiending for more. I need another hit.My skin burns and my body aches for her touch. I feel like a goddamn junkie, I’m so twisted up with desire and need.
A young woman greets me outside of the auditorium. “Right this way, sir,” she says, shamelessly eye-fucking me before leading me to where my mate is being kept.
As she heads down the long corridor, her full ass swishes seductively back and forth. There’s no doubt about it. My escort is beautiful, exactly the type of human I would normally bed. Tall. Blond. And with plenty of curves to keep my curious hands busy exploring. However, I feel next to nothing for other women since meeting Aurora. All others pale in comparison to the soft redhead with the warmest brown eyes I’ve ever beheld.
The blond human stops outside a door marked “Waiting Room 5”. Twisting the handle, she smiles knowingly. “As per your contract, you may have some time alone with the draftee before she must return to her barracks. We’ll knock to let you know when time is up.”
It’s all a formality. The higher-ups know exactly what happens inside these four walls after a heated auction. All men are vetted and their gold accounted for before we’re ever even handed a paddle. In essence, we’re pre-approved as financially eligible bachelors before we step a single toe into that auditorium. Most Voltan, after years of sexual starvation, are desperate to become acquainted with their new charges. I, though far from starved, am the same.
To assuage the human government, we play along. Sign the contracts that aren’t necessary, because they unilaterally agreed three years back to this exact arrangement. It’s bureaucratic red tape at its finest. The Voltan who enter these rooms know thatand do as they please with their women as soon as that door locks behind them.
When I enter the room, I see Aurora sitting on the couch. Knees drawn up to her chin, she nervously worries her lower lip. Her innocence calls to me, demanding I challenge it, educate her in ways she hasn’t even begun to imagine.
My lips part in a predatory grin as my eyes practically devour her nearly naked body. “Hello again, Aurora.”
She hugs her legs even tighter, those big brown eyes of hers rounding with equal parts lust and fear. “Hello, Sir,” she replies in a whisper, unsure of how to even address me.
“Master,” I correct her, desperate to hear the title from her lips. “That’s what you’ll call me from now on.”
Her soft, brown gaze hardens at my imperious demand and she snips her reply. “Do I even get to know your name?”
Shutting the door behind me, I slide the bolt lock into place. The sound causes her to startle. “Ask nicely, draftee, and find out.”
“Please,” she hesitates, then grounds out, “Master. May I know your name?”
