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“That’s part of it, a beginning if you will,” she replied. “Don’t just give me orders; I’m not a soldier.Askme what I want. When I tell you what I want, I expect my preference to be accepted or at least given serious consideration.”

“And if the answer is no or if we decide what you want is not in your best interests? Then what?” Horas inquired, knowing he risked their mate’s fury.

Her voice hardened: “Then you give me reasons. I’m not stupid, you know.”

“What is it you want to do?” Sarus asked, putting the conversation back on track.

“I’m a certified horticulturist.” At their lack of recognition for the term, she explained, “That means I’m skilled in many areas of horticulture, such as landscape design, fruit and vegetable production, and plant propagation. According to Mr. Argosie, there’s a need for my skills on Ahn’hudin.”

“This is wonderful!” Horas exclaimed with pride, for he and Sarus had chosen their mate well.

“Ahn’hudin is largely desert,” Sarus said, wondering who Mr. Argosie was. “We import most of our food from other, more agriculturally productive planets.”

“Then you’d allow me to work, to have a career?” she asked, hope shining in her eyes.

“Under appropriate guard,” Horas said with a nod. He took one of her hands between his two big paws and added, “We will not tolerate any threat to your safety and well-being. Working with the soil will bring you into contact with unmated males, not all of whom can be counted upon to act with honor.”

“Then perhaps you or Sarus might accompany me to work? You could then see that I can be useful.”

“I anticipate you will be of the greatest use to Ahn’hudin. The emperor will surely wish to see you well-placed,” Sarus said. “You will be considered more valuable to the empire than we; therefore, your preferences will likely take precedence.”

Horas glanced at him. “That’s good, because you dislike training raw recruits.”

“Thank you, guys.”

Sarus smoothed a palm over Evangline’s hair, relishing the silky texture. His hand slid over her shoulder to cup her breast. She inhaled sharply. He delicately pinched the nipple and felt heat swell low in his abdomen as it tightened and hardened between his fingers. Horas kept her hand in a light grip as his other hand glided up her arm, over her shoulder, and down to cup her other breast. He gently rolled the nipple between his fingers, eyes narrowing in appreciation as she gasped again. Both males observed her as a delicate ripple shuddered through her and her breasts swelled to fit their hands. She began to squirm in her seat. Sarus and Horas inhaled through their mouths and noses to catch the delicious aroma of her arousal in their nostrils and on their forked tongues.

They deftly unsnapped the restraints holding her in her seat. Horas pulled her into his lap as Sarus moved to crouch in front of him. Evangeline moaned softly as they continued to touch her, stroke her, caress her. She did not resist when Sarus draped her legs to either side of his, spreading her thighs wide and pushing her skirt up to bare her to his admiration. She mewled when Horas’ hand dipped down to stroke the glistening flesh even as his mighty cock lengthened and swelled and throbbed against her back.

Sarus dipped between her legs and inhaled the heady fragrance of her arousal. She cried out when his tongue swiped the weeping slit.

“Bedchamber,” Horas rasped.

Sarus grunted and rose, pulling their mate over his shoulder. She cried out again in inarticulate protest. He lightly smacked the rounded flesh of her bared bottom, her hip pressed against his cheek. More moisture dripped from her, the fragrance filling his olfactory senses.

Within a few steps, he’d set her on the bed and pulled her dress off, leaving her deliciously naked, arms and legs spread akimbo. Sarus dropped his kilt and climbed on the bed, placing himself between her legs. Evangeline’s eyes widened as he pressed her back and notched his primary cock at her entrance.

“Receive me with joy,” he murmured as he pressed forward, his cock’s own copious fluids lubricating the tight fit.

She whimpered when he reached the apex and he stilled. She gasped when his primary cock began to gently pulse, then she gasped again when his secondary cock extended and found entrance at her anus. It, too, leaked a thick, musky lubricant that both soothed and stimulated as it penetrated her body. She squealed when Sarus’ secondary cock began to pulse, too.

Watching them, Horas stroked his primary cock, spreading the viscous fluid up and down the thick, throbbing shaft. He watched as their mate’s hips began to rock, her body undulating beneath Sarus whose tail wrapped around them, the coil tightening to lock her hips against his. Observing their mate’s rocking hips, an idea occurred to the older male as Sarus kissed, nibbled, licked, stroked, kneaded, and otherwise drove their mate into a shuddering climax quickly followed by the big male’s own release.

Sarus allowed himself a brief moment to catch his breath and regain his strength, wanting to whimper as did their mate when he pulled free of her slick, wet heat to allow Horas his turn. He watched in fascination as Horas climbed between her legs, first teasing her sensitive flesh with his tongue and fingers before impaling her upon his wet cock. Sarus stroked his own two cocks as Horas’ secondary cock penetrated her other hole. His gaze narrowed in speculation when instead of wrapping his tail around their joined bodies to press their hips together, Horas began to withdraw and thrust in repeated rhythm.

“What is this?” he murmured in that ultra-low register.

Horas did not answer as he thrust into their mate, his two cocks making a wet, sucking noise as they advanced and retreated. He watched as their mate cried out, clutched at the older male’s burly shoulders, and undulated beneath him. He saw that she took great pleasure in this movement and deduced that it must be common to human procreation. As Evangeline shattered in another climax, he determined he, too, would try out this pumping of hips to give his mate pleasure.

He soon got his chance.

He then decided that this peculiarity of the human method of procreation had much to recommend it.

Chapter14

The postcoital languor Evangeline enjoyed vanished the moment the transportation pod arrived at their destination, a subterranean terminal beneath the emperor’s palace. After quickly washing up in the pod’s lavatory and closely flanked by her mates, Evengeline gawked at the people passing through the terminal. The low hum of many conversations in just as many languages filled the vast space. Like the port city, she saw diverse species of intelligent beings. Even more prevalent were the Ahn’hudi guards stationed throughout the facility.

The guards were big, heavily muscled, and fierce looking like Horas and Sarus. Some had spiky crests, others no crests at all. She wasn’t sure what the difference meant. Were they young or very old? Did the crest or lack thereof indicate caste rather than rank? She made a mental note to inquire when they had some privacy.

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