T’saran wished that he were shocked by the commander’s threat, but he was only sickened. An honorable Yehrin warrior would never force a female, but his experiences on the labor planet had shown him that not all warriors were honorable. The rest of the small crew of the ship were loyal to T’ngorzul, and he had no doubt that they would obey his orders. Impotent fury raged in his veins, and he bowed his head before T’ngorzul could see his rage.
“I will do it,” he choked out.
“I thought so.” The man’s self-satisfied chuckle added to T’saran’s anger, but he kept his mouth shut and headed for the door. T’ngorzul had one last blow to deliver. “And, T’saran, she will be examined tomorrow. If there is no trace of your seed inside her, I will keep my promise and give her to another more willing male.”
Only the thought of L’ren waiting in his cabin enabled him to leave without drawing his sword.
Chapter Nine
He returned to his cabin to find L’ren pacing anxiously.
“What did he want?”
He could think of no way to make the news more palatable and finally just blurted out, “He wants me to breed you.”
The color left her face. “Breed me? But—”
“I know. I know you do not want this.” His hearts ached at the shocked expression on her face. “But if I do not do it, he threatened to assign another crew member to the task. I will defend you with my life, but I am outnumbered.” There was a guard outside his cabin already.
“What exactly did he order you to do?” she said slowly.
“To have sex with you. He believes that the test results prove that you will become pregnant.”
She gave him an odd smile. “He is wrong.”
“You may be right. Yehrin breeding is… difficult. That is why there are trials on each planet we conquer. But do you think you can tolerate me enough to perhaps make the attempt?”
“Tolerate you? T’saran, surely you know that I lo… like you very much.”
His hearts started to pound. “Does that mean you are willing to try?”
Her head tilted and she stared off into the distance.
“Yes,” she said finally. “I would like to have this time with you.”
Already eager to touch her, he stepped forward and she immediately drew back. He froze in place.
“My L’chka, I think perhaps you are not ready.”
“I’m ready,” she assured him. “Just… nervous.”
“I will sit on the bed.” He sat down and, after a moment’s thought, stripped off his uniform top. She seemed to enjoy stroking his chest. “Do you want to sit next to me?”
“Yes,” she said hesitantly, then shook her head. “Of course, I do. I’ve spent two nights in your arms. I’m just being silly.”
“We have all the time you need.” He hoped. “There’s no rush.”
She nodded and sat next to him. He put an arm around her and lowered them back to the position they had been in last night. For a moment she tensed, then she sighed and snuggled closer, her hands reaching out to stroke his chest.
Forcing himself to wait until her body relaxed was more demanding than the toughest training exercise. His cock was an incessant, throbbing ache and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself in her delicious cunt, but he wouldn’t rush her.
When her breathing slowed, he adjusted their position and kissed her—long, slow, drugging kisses that had her arching against him. He loosened the mutashi and slid his hand inside, gently toying with her nipples until they were hard little nubs. Still kissing her, he spread the garment wide, then finally raised his head. Perfect. Her lips were flushed and swollen, her eyes heavy and dazed. The sight of her delightful little body notched up his desire another notch, and he had to grind his cock against the bedding in a vain attempt to keep it under control.
Despite his need, he kept the pace slow, lingering over her breasts to lick and suck, before finally parting her legs. She tensed slightly and he dropped kisses along the insides of her thighs until she relaxed again. Her folds glistened and he licked eagerly at the delicious fluid before concentrating on her clit, licking and sucking until it was swollen and needy. Her hands clutched his horns and he couldn’t prevent a groan, but she only shivered against his mouth. While he circled her clit with his finger, he burrowed his tongue into her tight little cunt, easily finding the spot that made her quiver. Finally, finally, he increased his pace, plunging in and out of her tight sheath while he flicked back and forth across the swollen nub. Her hands tightened, and her back arched, pressing tighter against his mouth, as she called out his name and came in a shuddering wave.
It took all his years of self-discipline not to follow her over into climax, but he clenched his free hand in a tight circle around his cock. While she was still shuddering, he took a last delicious taste, then gently inserted a finger. By the Ancestors, she was tight. He could feel her sheath clenching against his digit as he worked it in and out. Still wet and soft from her climax, she took a second finger with only a slight resistance. He slowly scissored them apart, gently stretching her in preparation for his cock, while his mouth returned to her clit, teasing it until it stiffened once more.
When she was as ready as he could make her, he finally released his aching erection and rose over her. She looked up at him, eyes
