To Daneth, he said, “If you insist.”
“I would not presume to do so, my lord.”
That wasn’t true. Daneth presumed to insist on a great many things, but he let it go.
In the lab, he laid Lamira on Daneth’s table and helped the physician strip off her clothing. Daneth attached new ankle and wrist cuffs to her. He clipped her two wrists together over her head and attached her ankles to a pair of stirrups that lifted and spread her knees wide. With an imagescope, he implanted several miniscule sensors inside her vaginal and uterine walls.
He requested Zander’s armband and programmed the sensors to transmit directly to it.
“Now, my lord, let me show you what I learned. The human female’s climax is important for breeding. The contraction of her vaginal and uterine muscles help propel your seed up into her cervix. Deep penetration would be important if she were breeding with another human, but, considering your size, it should not be an issue.”
His little human stirred, the effects of the stunning wearing off.
“Ah, good timing. As soon as all her faculties return, we can test it out. In the meantime, let’s examine her anatomy.” He peeled back Lamira’s labia, exposing the heart of her vagina. With one thumb, he lifted a hood of flesh, revealing a delicate pink button.
Zander gritted his teeth, not liking Daneth touching her.
“This is called the clitoris. Touching it gives her pleasure. See?”
The little nub had thickened as Daneth brushed his thumb over it.
It took all his control not to shove the male aside. “I’ll do it,” he clipped.
“Of course, my lord.”
Lamira’s lids fluttered open and she stared at him with those spectacular green eyes. Green with gold starbursts.
He took Daneth’s place between her legs, fumbling to find the secret nubbin.
Lamira cried out when he touched it, yanking against her cuffs and giving him an accusatory look—half panicked, half something else.
He hesitated. Had he been too rough?
“She likes it. Look at her responses.” Daneth kept his voice low, as if Lamira might not hear him. He wasn’t sure what responses the male meant until Daneth pointed at the projection from his wristband.
Thirty percent aroused.
Interesting. So that was what aroused looked like. Angry and panicked.
He slid his thumb over the nubbin in a slow circle.
Her face flushed and her breath shortened. She swallowed. Her inner thighs began to quiver.
“Now, inside her channel is another cluster of nerve endings that give her pleasure. It can be found with your finger on the front wall if you reach in and make this motion.” Daneth curled two fingers as if beckoning someone. “You will find a place where the tissue tightens when touched, the same way her nipples do.” Daneth reached out to tweak one of her nipples but stopped shy of it, probably catching Zander’s murderous glare.
Lamira thrashed against the bonds holding her wrists, trying to move away from the physician.
“Ahem.” Daneth cleared his throat and took a step back. “Why don’t you attempt to inseminate her now, my lord, and we can monitor her arousal rate?”
His cock had no arguments with that plan, already straining against his pants, painfully thick. Zandian moons, he’d been ready to mount her again since the moment he woke up that morning.
He released his cock.
“No.” Lamira thrashed her head from side to side. “No, you are not going to breed me here like this.”
Veck. Her resistance again. It took some of the eagerness right out of his spear. But the breeding had to be done. The sooner she conceived, the sooner he could stop torturing the poor girl. Although that plan didn’t ring true on several levels.
The table was the wrong height for him to enter her. Plus, he preferred the sight of her ass, so lush, soft and feminine. He unbuckled one of her ankles from the stirrup. The moment her foot came free, she kicked him in the nose, hard.