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“When did you last receive a hormone suppression shot?” His question takes me by surprise.
“You know about that?” Despite myself, I squirm in place as the heated pulses between my thighs become more urgent.
“Yes. Your captain mentioned something about it to the emperor. I also know that fornication is outlawed on the human worldship and that your people use fertility labs to achieve pregnancy. I know your population is strictly controlled.” His caressing hands move to my thighs, and he rubs slow circles on my flesh. I nearly release a moan, though I stop myself just in time. Oh God. What is wrong with me?
“I last received a hormone suppression shot about six months ago,” I say. Should I admit I don’t think the shot is working? I peer into his eyes as if searching for guidance.
“Six months? Are you certain?” He inhales deeply and a faint rumble emits from his chest and vibrates through me.
“Yes, I’m certain.”
“Well, before we begin your examination, Leona, I must administer a hypospray to counteract the effects of the hormone suppression shot. It’s necessary so that I might determine your capacity to experience arousal.”
Before I can respond, he places the hypospray to my neck.
Chapter 4
ZAHHN
Leona.I keep repeating her name-sound over and over in my head. Why am I so drawn to her? Why am I consumed with thoughts of ravishing her?
But my feelings for her go beyond carnal need. I also long to protect the pretty female, as well as to exact vengeance on her behalf. I want to storm through theJansonnaand slaughter the guards who’d put her in manacles as well as Commander Hampton for his role in her captivity. I’m still reeling from the revelation that the first mate framed her. I want to wrap her in my arms and promise nothing bad will ever happen to her again… yet I can’t.
Because after I complete her examination, I will never see her again.
My heart becomes heavy at the thought. But it’s for the best. I’m more valuable to the Darrvason Empire if I’m wholly focused on research and scientific advancements that will help my people, including my most important endeavor to date—finding a cure for a hereditary disease calledforlonggsa.
Also known as the great madness, the disease emerges later in life and afflicts far too many Darrvason males, and it unfortunately runs in the royal family. Emperor Radakk’s father perished from the condition, and I’m in a race against fate to ensure the same doesn’t happen to my friend.
If I took a mate, the distraction might affect my work. I might not be able to think clearly enough to make a breakthrough in my research. The weight of my responsibilities combines with my shame over my inability to sire offspring, and I find myself glaring down at Leona as though it’s her fault. She squirms in place, then casts a wary glance at the hypospray I just used on her.
Fluxx, I want her. Badly. I fight the urge to roar with frustration.
She struggles to keep her bosom concealed from my view, as well as the sweetness between her thighs. Though I caught brief glimpses of her nether area, which is covered in a small amount of dark hair, I am still unsure how many orifices she possesses for claiming. I glance at the placements for her feet that extend from the table, concluding that I must use them so I might better view her feminine attributes.
Little tremors afflict her body as she continues trying to conceal her nudity. I meet her eyes and reach for her hands, then guide them to rest at her sides. Her breath hitches. She appears panicked for a moment, but she closes her eyes briefly, takes a deep breath, and exhales slowly.
“Good little female.” I reach for her soft locks, unable to resist stroking my fingers through her glorious mane. Her dark, luminous waves reach her lower back, and I delight in combing my digits through it again and again. “Your hair is like a waterfall illuminated by a full moon.” Where those flowery words come from, I’m not certain, but a thousand similar compliments spring to mind as I admire her ethereal beauty.
“Thank you.” Her eyes flick to mine and she blushes.
The enticing scent of what I’m confident is her arousal deepens. Heat envelops me as my dual shafts harden further and my scrotum vibrates faster.
Focus. I almost give my head a shake. I need to concentrate on her examination rather than her loveliness and my desire to rut her until she’s sore and dripping with my seed.
I retract my hands from her hair and step back. “Lie down and put your feet in the placements.” I gesture at the two extensions.
“Placements? You mean the stirrups?” She gives them a dubious look.
“Whatever you wish to call them,” I reply. “Lie down and put your feet in thestirrups. Be sure to scoot your buttocks to the table’s edge and keep your thighs parted wide. The inspection will be easier and go more quickly if you cooperate by giving me unhindered access to your private parts.”
Her eyes widen, and as she turns on the table, her hands tremble. She pauses, closes her eyes, and takes another long breath. As she exhales, she opens her eyes and finally lies down. She scoots to the table’s edge, and when she struggles to place her feet in the stirrups, I dart around the table to assist. I grasp her left ankle and guide her petite foot into the placement, then do the same with her right foot. Rather than immediately glance at her nether area, I peer in shock at her feet, not quite believing how small they are. She has the tiniest toes I’ve ever seen.
Finally, my eyes roam upward, over her quivering thighs, until I’m staring directly at her spread center. The sight of her womanly folds, parted slightly to reveal the slick pinkness within, causes a scorching wave of heat to pummel me. My senses scatter until there’s only instinct—the overwhelming urge to bury my face in her nether area and taste her essence.
I stand between her thighs and push the stirrups wider apart, which forces her legs to spread further.Fluxx. There’s even more pinkness within, and it looks so very slick. One hole. I think she only has one slick hole for claiming. Unless of course, a Darrvason male might also make use of the tiny dark pucker that’s nestled between her ass cheeks. Perhaps with proper training, it would be possible.
I glance at the metallic phalluses I’d set on the counter earlier. The larger phallus is the average size of a Darrvason male’s lower appendage, while the slightly smaller phallus is the average size of a Darrvason male’s upper shaft.
