Chapter Five
Gnaw fought to move inside Darla as her sex tightened around his rod. She called out his name, and her inner muscles milked him until his seed released. He snarled in pure pleasure, pouring every drop inside her body.
He still had her pinned under him, bent over the exam bed. It put her at the perfect height for him to take while standing.
It reminded him of a breeding bench, only much taller. They’d both have been more comfortable if it were closer to the floor, and they could be on their hands and knees. Not that he’d ever used one himself, but he’d been raised with the knowledge of their function.
His seed sac throbbed from the third release. It had been nearly a year since he’d had a female under him. The fact that he wasn’t in any pain from foreplay only intensified the pleasure of the experience, instead of decreasing it.
He could completely understand the allure of copulating with human females now. Not only did they not have a need to fight with a male to grow aroused, but their bodies seemed designed to take and give pleasure.
He lifted his upper chest off Darla and slowly withdrew his rod from her tight sex. His spent seed had spilled down both of her thighs. He liked the sight of it on her pale skin. His gaze went to her pink slit. It appeared swollen. She still looked too small to fit him, but she had.
He gently lifted her and turned her in his arms, kicking the ill-fitting pants away from where they’d fallen to his ankles.
Darla peered up at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. The trust she showed him with the ease of her touch astounded Gnaw. She looked tired but sated, as a female should after copulating. It made him believe he truly hadn’t done her any harm.
Now Darla needed to be cared for in other ways. He carried her to the counter with the sink and gently sat her down. She appeared confused at first, until he turned on the water, wetting a cloth. He cleaned his seed from her body.
Her face turned a pretty shade of pink, and her gaze lowered down his torso. He knew the moment she looked at his rod. Her eyes widened.
“I’m not that different from your males in shape, but we have more size.”
The speaker came on, and he tensed.
“Keep breeding the human,” the Elth demanded again.
Gnaw snarled, turned his head, and glared at one of the cameras. “These females are frail. Do you want her bred or killed? She needs rest and food.”
The speaker cut off.
He cleaned himself next, and then lifted Darla, taking her back to the padded bed. He gently placed her on it.
She twisted, reaching for her shirt and putting it on. He knew humans liked to be clothed. He hadn’t been lying about reading Vivian’s announcements that shared information about human females to his kind. He’d taken an interest after Drak had bonded to Abby. They seemed happy, and sometimes he felt envious.
Not that any of the females aboard Defcon Red had interested him. Most of the fleet females avoided his grouping, fearing or disliking them.
He decided to put on the pants the Elth had given him. The material was rough, they fit badly, but they covered his rod. He fastened the front and checked on Darla.
She quietly watched him. He wondered what she was thinking.
“Are you well?”
She nodded. “Tired. Hungry. Worried.”
He felt guilt next for enjoying her body so much. While there had been nights he’d thought about copulating with a human female, none of those scenarios had included being kidnapped by an enemy and forced to breed. “You’re a brave female.”
She shook her head. “I’m not.”
“You are. Most females wouldn’t be as rational as you’ve been, or as determined to survive.”
“That’s not bravery. It’s being sensible.”
“I can’t see many of your females ordering me to copulate with them. I would expect they’d be terrified. I’ve noticed a lot of your kind fear me. You are brave, Darla.”
“We’re in this together. Besides, I knew I’d have to sleep with someone to get Becky safe. I’m glad it was you. That was, um…” The cheeks on her face turned pink again, and she lowered her gaze. “Great.”
“What do you mean, you knew you’d have to sleep with someone?”
She looked boldly into his eyes again. “The recruiter from Defcon Red didn’t want to hire us at first. I begged him, telling him I needed to get my baby sister off the planet. He said he’d hire us if I’d be nice to him…whenever he wanted company, once we reached the ship.”
Rage built inside Gnaw. It happened a lot around this female. “The male made copulating with him a condition for you to gain work? Is that what you are implying?”
“I was upfront about how desperate I was, and men like sex. It’s not as if I have anything else to bargain with except my body. I made it clear my sister was off limits. She’s all that matters. I’d do whatever it takes to protect Becky.”
“I will deal with this male once we are returned. He won’t be approaching you.”
Her eyes widened. “No! He could fire us and we’d be sent back home!”
“He won’t.”
“You can’t do anything, Gnaw. I can’t risk us being returned to Radison. That new inspector will realize two workers are missing from our greenhouse. He’ll view the security footage, see what my sister looks like, then he’ll put out an arrest alert. That means we’ll be taken into custody the moment we return! I’ll probably go to straight to the mines, but Becky would be sent to a brothel. She’s too pretty.”
“The fleet male won’t have you returned. He will know
