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He emits a noise of approval, a rumble that makes my pussy clench on the massive phallus. Perspiration runs down my temple and I blink fast as my eyes water. What he’s doing to me… it’s overwhelming. I cannot form a coherent thought, and I still can’t manage words.
“So very tight, yet I suspect with consistent training, perhaps with a set of plugs in incremental sizes, you could eventually takean upper Darrvason shaft in your bottom hole.” He growls and starts pumping his digit in and out of my snug, private hole.
I lurch upward on the table with a keening moan, seeking relief that I’m not sure will come. Because my clit is suddenly throbbing but he’s not touching it. He’s too preoccupied with keeping my ass cheeks spread while he drives in and out of my tightness. I’m sorely tempted to reach down and stroke my clit, but I promise myself I’ll resist the urge. I don’t want him to know just how breathless and achy I’m becoming, or how desperate I am for another release.
“Your clit is becoming hugely swollen, Leona.” Still working his long, thick digit in and out of my asshole, he gives me a satisfied look. I whimper and cover my face with my hands, feeling vulnerable and ashamed. But also excited, exceedingly so.
“Please,” I whisper, finally managing a single word, though I could be begging for anything. For his touch, or perhaps for him to withdraw the phallus and his finger from my orifices.
In truth, I’m not certain what I want. I only know that I cannot endure the deep plunges in my ass for much longer unless he pays my clit some attention. A few quick rubs and surely I’ll shatter, and the relief will make this experience a bit more tolerable. Well, maybe.
A dark chuckle leaves him, and as he withdraws his finger partially from my ass, he shocks me by adding a second one during the next plunge inside. My strangled groan echoes off the walls, and my center keeps undulating, my hips shifting up and down of their own accord. The fullness in my ass causes the phallus to feel larger in my pussy, and vice versa. I don’t know how he’s managed to fill both my holes at the same time, and I’m stunned that I’m capable of such an indecent feat.
Breathless and moaning, I have no choice but to endure the double invasion. Just when I think I cannot withstand anotherthrust, he slowly withdraws his fingers from my bottom hole. I exhale quickly as a shudder winds through my body, watching as he removes and disposes of the protective glove.
He glances at something on a device he wears on his wrist, and a deep frown suddenly mars his visage. A communication device of some sort, I realize, perhaps one that allows him to receive news from his people. I want to ask what’s caused him to appear so upset, but I remind myself that we are strangers and I’ll never see him again. I shouldn’t care why he looks so frustrated and perhaps a bit angry. Whatever the cause, I don’t think it’s because of me, and that brings me some relief.
He growls and turns to face me more fully, then reaches for the large phallus that’s still submerged in my pussy. With careful movements, he pulls the object from my center and sets it aside. When his gaze collides with mine, the lines on his face soften, and he parts his lips and draws in a deep breath, as though he’s preparing to say something. But just as quickly, he presses his lips together and turns away. My heart sinks, though I’m not certain why, and I chide myself for being affected by his apparent rejection.
“Are we finished?” I ask in a shaky tone. “Is-is it over?”
He nods. “Yes. I will clean the wetness from between your thighs, then you may get dressed. The other exams are over, and your fellow prisoners are in the main area of the medical bay waiting to be returned to the brig.”
“Oh,” is all I say. I don’t understand the panic that abruptly swells inside me. Nor do I comprehend the immense, gaping sense of loss. The thought of being parted from Zahhn is alarming, yet I don’t know why. The strange tug between us remains, and my upper arms won’t stop itching. His dark purple eyes mesmerize me as he once again stares at me as though he wishes to say something profound.
Finally, he retrieves another damp cloth and commences dragging it over my slick folds, cleaning away the evidence of my arousal. The evidence of the transformative experience we just shared. Well, I don’t know about him, but it was transformative for me.
Because I will never be the same.
Chapter 10
ZAHHN
The days pass in a blur,but I keep busy, and I continue to achieve numerous scientific advancements that better my people’s lives.
After the first wave of thirty females is handed over, a young human woman named Sheila injects her male with a dangerous virus. Apparently, she concealed a hypospray filled with the substance between her thighs, then injected her mate, a male named Paddax, just as he was about to claim her.
While my colleagues focus on treating Paddax, it takes me less than a half day to formulate an inoculation that will counteract the virus. All males who came into contact with Paddax after the attack are given the vaccine, myself included.
The day after the attack, Emperor Radakk pays me a visit. He reeks of feminine arousal and male seed, leaving me in no doubt that he successfully claimed his mate. He, along with Admiral Tornn and many other Darrvason males of importance, took a mate from among the first wave of thirty human females yesterday. I fight back a pang of jealousy.
I stand in the middle of my laboratory, watching the leader of the Darrvason Empire carefully for any signs of activeforlonggsa, though he doesn’t appear afflicted yet. His movements are natural, and his eyes don’t glimmer with any hints of madness. His speech also sounds normal. It’s a relief to know I have more time to help him, though I resolve that I will redouble my efforts.
“It’s been over a moon cycle since I last visited you, Doctor Zahhn,” he says. “I thought I would visit you and personally thank you for your help with the quick development of the vaccine. Once again, the Darrvason Empire is in your debt.” He tilts his head to the side, and I sense there’s another reason for his visit, and I bite back a groan of frustration as my suspicions grow.
I wave a hand in the air. “It was my pleasure. Gave me a nice distraction. Didn’t even take up half the day.” I chuckle, but it feels too forced. “The humans who created the virus made several errors that made it easy to combat. Idiots.”
He attempts to restrain a smile. “Nevertheless, your service is much appreciated. When we finally settle on a planet, your house will be among the first that will be built.”
I lean against a table and cross my arms, an image of a sturdy abode entering my mind. A house. A house that will belong to me. After twenty-five years spent aboard theHaxxalin open space, I long for fresh air and a real home. “I expect a grand house.” I grin. “Perhaps not as grand as whatever palace you intend to build for yourself, but a large house in an elevated location, if that is possible, with a majestic view of the landscape.”Alone. I’ll live there alone. I’m careful not to let my arrogant smile falter as I hold Emperor Radakk’s gaze. I don’t want him to know the depth of my despair over never claiming a female. Not just any female, but a certain little dark-hairedpatient I still cannot banish from my mind. Leona. Beautiful, trembling, defiant Leona.
“What about a mate?” he asks. “You declined a female from the first wave of women, but the second wave will likely be delivered in a few moon cycles. Would you like a female of your own?”
My mood darkens. “As you know, Emperor, I am sterile. A result of the Haflassan Flu I had as a young male. I would not be able to procreate. A female would be wasted on me.” I draw in a long breath, frustrated that we must have this argument again. But the leader of the Darrvason Empire is nothing if not persistent.
“You have saved our people many times over, Zahhn,” he says, and I’m stunned that he omits the title of Doctor before my name. It’s a sign that he truly considers me a friend, though if we were in the presence of others and if he addressed me without my title, it would be considered rude.
“Just because I’ve saved lives doesn’t mean I’m owed a mate.” I straighten as pain and self-loathing fill me. I think of Leona and mourn the loss of what I can never have. “The purpose of the Darrvason-human alliance is to procure females for breeding purposes. If the next generation isn’t born soon, the survival of our people remains at risk. It would not be logical for me to claim a female. As I’ve already said, a female would be wasted on me.”
