Page 11 of Zahhn's Mate
I can’t be certain, but I think she blushes because of the praise I bestow on her. How very interesting. I make a note to test this theory later during her examination, just to see if her face turns dark pink while she shyly glances away.
I place a generic medical scanner atop her lower stomach, which will record her responses as I strive to bring her pleasure and push a phallus in her slick mating orifice. She peers at the scanner but says nothing, and I turn to retrieve the smallest phallus from the supply table. I half expect her to bolt off the table, yet she remains in place, my compliant little patient.
“Copulation is very natural,” I tell her in what I hope is an assuring tone. “There is no good reason why your people have ceased the practice that I can surmise. It’s my opinion that outlawing fornication is one of many control tactics employed by theJansonna’scommand team.”
She shoots me a dubious look. “Fornication leads to disease, injury, and unsanctioned pregnancies. I’m not defending the command structure of theJansonna, but our ship has limited resources, and we must control our population as a result.” She appears troubled for a brief moment, then sighs and gives a slight shake of her head. “I-I have never experienced any unlawful urges until now. Until I met you. I don’t understand what’s happening to me. I am very embarrassed, but also… excited.” Her cheeks flame dark pink, and her eyes sparkle and reflect the overhead lights. She’s breathtakingly gorgeous and so sweetly innocent, and I cannot look away.
Yes, she’s innocent, and I’m about to defile her.
Perhaps I should feel guilty for what I’m about to do, but I don’t.
I’m eager to shove a phallus into her slick core, eager to test how much of the object she can withstand. I’m also eager to watch her moan and writhe upon the exam table as I bring her to the heights of pleasure. Yes, I’m certain I will make her reach a climax. She’s in possession of a clit, after all. Surely if I coax her with careful ministrations, she will cry out in a release as she gushes moisture and accepts the metallic shaft.
“I am going to touch you and attempt to bring you pleasure, little female. When I think you are ready to accept the phallus, I will begin inserting it. Do you understand?”
Eyes wide, she nods. I tear my gaze from hers and study her spread center. The insides of her thighs gleam with wetness that’s trickled out from her core. I breathe deep of her feminine essence and don’t bother restraining an appreciative growl. The sudden urge to bury my face between her thighs and taste her almost prevails. Almost. But I summon my self-control and place the tip of the phallus at her gaping entrance. Her legs tremble harder, but she doesn’t move or protest in the slightest.
“Good little female.” This time, not only does she flush under my praise, but her eyes dilate, and her breath catches in her throat.
Though I hold the tip of the metallic shaft at her core’s entrance, I don’t yet attempt to penetrate her. I only apply the tiniest amount of pressure. As I hold the phallus in place, ready to thrust inside when the time is right, I spread moisture from her core over her pulsating clit. The distended bit of flesh swells larger as I pay it attention, and Leona occasionally lifts her center and mewls deep in her throat as I tend to this sensitive part of her nether region.
“Doctor Zahhn?”
“Yes, human female?”
“If Darrvason males have two shafts, how will physical copulation with human females even work? I am not trying to argue or be uncooperative, but I am truly curious, and I’m also worried for my friends who might be claimed by your people.” Her eyes flutter shut as I press harder on her clit while swirling moisture atop it.
“If the one mating orifice your females possess is able to accommodate a Darrvason shaft, our males could still claim your females and impregnate them without having to resort to the use of fertility labs. We could simply drive one appendage into your one hole, then switch and claim you a second time with the unspent appendage.” I gaze at the tiny pucker nestled between her cheeks. “However, I suspect that with proper training, you could withstand a shaft in your bottom hole, which could make traditional Darrvason mating methods possible.”
Her mouth drops open, and she shakes her head so fast her dark locks bounce over her shoulders. “Absolutely not. That doesn’t sound possible. I could never take one of those huge phalluses in my…bottom hole. I still don’t believe it’s possible that one will fit in my…mating orifice.”
It hasn’t escaped my notice that she has a tendency to whisper words she deems scandalous, nor that she flushes profusely when she utters them. I think it’s a charming habit, and I cannot wait to make her blush even more.
“We will see what is possible very soon, won’t we?” I finally reply.
Then I recall something else she’d just said. About her worry for her friends who might be claimed by Darrvason males. It’s an odd comment, one that doesn’t quite make sense. Why would she worry for her friends but not for herself? I peer at her intently as I try to unravel this mystery.
Herage. The answer practically screams at me.
If she’s worried for her friends but not for herself, perhaps it means she’s not in the nineteen to twenty-five age bracket. Older. She must be older. It makes sense, especially since she’d recently pissed Commander Hampton off, a repugnant male who seems to thrive on framing citizens of theJansonnaand meting out revenge.
The prospect of Leona being too old to be claimed by one of my people’s males causes relief to rush through me. Yes, I want her for myself, never mind that it’s not possible. But knowing another male won’t be able to claim her is a calming thought.
If another Darrvason male were to take possession of her, I fear I might go mad with jealousy and challenge the male tolahhkda, a fight to the death for the ownership of a female.
I exhale a long breath as I study the petite woman, trying to determine if she looks older than the other four female patients who were brought to the medical bay. In truth, I’d barely glimpsed the faces of the other females, for I’d been so taken with Leona’s beauty.
“How old are you?” I ask, pausing in my caresses to her engorged nubbin.
The alarm that fills her eyes confirms my suspicions. She’s above the age of twenty-five. Not that I care. Whether she’s among the most fertile of her people’s females or not, I feel fortunate to have met her, and I still can’t push away the fervent need to claim her. I still want to rut her savagely and spill my seed in her tight depths. I want to watch my blue essence trickle from her core and down her inner thighs, a mark of my ownership. Proof of our mating.
Fluxx. I need to regain control of my urges lest I bend her over the table, push her thighs wide apart, and ravish her in a moment of lust-fueled madness.
Crazed. Being in her presence makes me crazed with desire.
It’s true. If Doctor Ammdox had tried to take her to an exam room, I would’ve fought thatshoggrato the death, never mind that we weren’t claiming mates, only patients for a private examination.
“How old are you, little female?” I ask again. “Tell me the truth and no harm will come to you.”
