Page 20 of Alien Prince's Claim

“However,” the Assistant went on, “we do have plans in place in case a female backs out and feels she cannot go through with mating. That’s why we have at least one female in reserve — sometimes more — to take their place. Let me introduce Emily to you.”

She motioned to the human female, and now I had good reason to look her over carefully and not come across as a disgusting pervert while doing so.

I admired the smoothness of her cheeks and the full frame of her body.

Her breasts were large and she was tall — for a human — and stood at almost six feet.

Perfectly sized for a larger Krev male such as myself.

My original female had been much too small and dainty and I would have broken her if I unleashed my full Steyatt upon her.

With this female, I had no such qualms.

Her eyes were the green of freshly mown jipiari grass, lush and vibrant.

Her hands were small and she was going to have to use them both if she wished to take my cock fully in her hands.

Her mouth was pleasingly large with bright red lips created for kissing.

Her hips were broad and strong, perfectly evolved for the birthing of many children.

The Assistant continued on:

“If this female doesn’t meet your requirements, I would be happy to exchange her for another—”

“No,” I snapped with greater force than I had intended. “This female is… acceptable.”

The Assistant smiled and nodded toward Emily, as if pleased I appreciated the effort she had made.

I frowned, disliking this Assistant.

The participants in the Seeding program might just be subjects to her, but the females were living, breathing beings who wished to mate and give birth to children.

There was no greater honor than that.

I wished for the Assistant to leave or else I was liable — with my Steyatt still growling deep in my gut — to lash out with aggressive words.

The Assistant was silent for a long moment, her eyes shifting from me to Emily and back again, a small smile alighting her lips.

No doubt she was picturing the two of us together, our bodies entwined.

They were images I hadn’t stopped picturing since I first whiffed Emily.

“So, I suppose I’ll leave you to it…” the Assistant said before turning to Emily. “Will you show me to the door?”

Emily looked at me first, as if asking for permission.

She really didn’t need to do that as the room now belonged to the both of us and would for the entirety of Steyatt week, and yet, I liked that she showed me respect.

Emily and the Assistant moved toward the door.

Emily initially failed to yank it open and had to plant her feet and lean back with all her natural weight to do so.

I had wanted to go over and open it for her but was pleased to see she was okay with thinking creatively to overcome obstacles.

The Assistant stepped over the threshold and paused, turning to speak quietly in a low voice with Emily, who listened patiently.

When Emily glanced over her shoulder at me, her expression was blank and unreadable, before she turned back to the Assistant and nodded her head in response to some question she had posed.

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