Page 9 of Zahhn's Mate
“Please,” Leona whispers. “Are you finished? You’ve seen me naked now. Is the exam over?” She tries to put her feet closer together, but I place a hand on her leg, not allowing her the movement.
“Little human,” I say in a voice thick with desire, “I am just getting started.” Though protocol dictates I ought to wear protective gloves, I hesitate to put them on. In the end, the urge to feel her feminine slickness with my bare fingers prevails, and I reach out with one hand to trace her delicate folds.
She gasps and her center lurches upward, as though she’s seeking more of my touch. Wanting to get a closer look at her nether area, I sit on a chair with rolling wheels and move back into place, directly between her spread thighs. Except this time my eyes are level with her pussy. Again, I reach out to stroke her nether parts, so pink and enticingly slick. A keening moan erupts from her throat as a shiver quakes through her body.
“You are very sensitive to my touch,” I say, though there’s nothing clinical about the observation. I’m deeply pleased that she’s trembling and moaning on the exam table, all because I’m caressing her intimate parts.
I continue the light strokes as I peer at an engorged button that’s peeking out from between her folds. I suspect it’s a bundleof nerves to enhance her pleasure during coitus, as Darrvason females possess a similar feature. When I gently trace a finger over the swollen bit of flesh, her hips jerk upward and she cries out, emitting a wanton noise that heats my blood and causes my shafts to harden further. Confusion and alarm fill her eyes, and she stares at me with a thousand questions brimming in her dark gaze.
“Very sensitive to my touch,” I repeat, my voice coming out raspy and thick. What I wouldn’t give to bend her over the exam table and impale her with my dual appendages. A growl rumbles from my chest. I can’t help it. Everything about this female is a temptation to my senses. I give my head a slight shake, trying to concentrate on the task I must accomplish—I must determine her capacity to physically mate with a male of my kind.
“What are you doing to me?” She whimpers and her center undulates against my caressing digits. The wetness escaping her core increases, as does the delicious aroma of her need.
“Determining your ability to experience arousal. The more I touch you, the slicker you become. The more responsive you become. I believe your body is anticipating the physical act of mating. I suspect what you’re experiencing is the craving to be filled up with an erect shaft.”
Her eyes widen. She shakes her head. “No, no, that’s not what’s happening to me. There must’ve been something in that hypospray to make me feel like this.” Another whimper. Another quick lifting of her hips. She flushes and glances quickly around the room, as though she’s searching for an escape. When her gaze lands on the door, she tenses and grips the edge of the table, and there’s a moment where I know she’s tempted to flee.
“The hypospray didn’t administer anything that might unnaturally stimulate arousal, little female. Only a compound to counteract the hormone suppressants that remained in your system.” I give her swollen clit a brief pinch, then lightly strokemy finger in a circle around the pulsing button. She sucks in a rapid, shaky breath and her thighs quiver harder. Again, she peers hopefully toward the door.
“If you attempt escape, Leona, I will have no choice but to handle your disobedience myself.” An image of the pretty female draped over my knee while I smack her buttocks speeds through my mind, andfluxxhow it makes my scrotum vibrate.
“Handle my disobedience?” She props herself up on her elbows. “What, like… you’ll ask for anothervolunteerfor your little science experiment?”
“No.” I remove my hand from her center and straighten as I meet her gaze. “I will punish you, Leona, and I will make you obey.”
She gapes at me for a long moment, then says, “How dare you threaten me. I-I demand another doctor perform my exam. One who’s less arrogant and beastly.”
“Arrogant and beastly?” I grin and rise to my feet. For a reason I can’t fathom, I find her defiance invigorating. If she were mine, I would savor the process of training her.
I move to stand over her, and I trail a hand along her right breast. She attempts to shield her bosom from my touch, but I grasp her wrists in my free hand, preventing her attempt at modesty.
I lean down and place my lips to her ear. “I am the only doctor who will be examining you today. I claimed you, andyou’re mine.” I force in deep breaths as I try to calm the possessiveness that surges through me. “And if you attempt escape or prove uncooperative during your exam, little female, I will show you just how arrogant and beastly I can be.”
She turns her head away from me, her entire body trembling. Whether she’s shaking from fear or need, or perhaps a combination of both, I am uncertain. But maybe she’s right.Maybe I am beastly. Because having her at my complete mercy sends a thrill rushing through me.
Still keeping her wrists held tight, though not tight enough to cause the same sort of damage as the manacles, I allow my free hand to travel down her stomach and lower, until I’m once again stroking her wet folds. She quivers and jolts and whimpers. I’m even rewarded with a brief moan. There’s no denying it. She’s aching to be filled up, to be penetrated and ridden hard to completion. I’m soon rewarded with a fresh surge of her feminine essence in the air, and my digits glide more easily through her core.
“I need to get a better look at your orifices, little human.” I release her wrists and remove my hand from her center, then resituate myself on the stool between her thighs. She peers at me in shock, though surely she must’ve realized I would be thorough in my endeavors. “I need to spread your nether area very wide, little female, so I can determine how many holes you possess for mating.”
Chapter 5
LEONA
Disbelief seizes me.He wants to knowhow manyholes I possess for mating. What the fucking fuck? I draw in a deep breath, ready to blurt out that I have one hole for coitus, thank you very much, but before I can speak, he spreads my center shamefully wide. The words catch in my throat, and I release a strangled moan, much to my mortification.
I’m about to retract my feet from the stirrups and jump off the exam table, but then I remember his threat to handle my disobedience himself, and I freeze in place. What did he mean by that, anyway? Surely he wouldn’t strike me, would he?
Fear coils low in my belly, merging with the warm pulses that can’t seem to stop afflicting me. I remind myself that once this is over, I’ll be released from the brig. Despite my embarrassment, freedom is a powerful motivator, and I strive to hold still as he continues spreading my nether folds wider apart.
“Hm.” There’s a note of scientific interest in his voice, and I’m not certain whether he’s speaking to himself or me. “Itwould appear human females only possess one main orifice for mating.”
I snort. “I could have told you that.” I sigh with frustration as the achiness in my core mounts. God, I wish I weren’t so breathless. I also wish I could stop trembling. Suddenly, a thought occurs to me. A horribly frightening thought. I stare at Doctor Zahhn as my suspicion grows, as well as my worry for the women who’ll be given to the Darrvasons for breeding purposes. “Were you hoping we would have more than one…mating orifice?” I whisper the last two words, then flush as he gazes intently at the area between my thighs.
Finally, he lifts his head, and his purple alien eyes flick to mine. He doesn’t blink very often, I realize, and it gives him a preternatural quality. It also makes me feel like I’m his prey and he’s a ravenous predator intent on sizing me up.
“Female Darrvasons possess two mating orifices which, naturally, accommodate our males’ dual appendages.” He says it so casually, yet the information he’s just revealed comes as a shock.
Two cocks. Darrvason males have two cocks.
