His Human Slave (Zandian Masters 1)

“Nearing orgasm,” Daneth’s cool manicured voice didn’t take her out of the moment. She heard it, as if in the distance, far away from the only beings that mattered—Zander and her.

Zander released her arms and gripped her pelvis with one hand, reaching around the front of it with the other. He rubbed his finger over her clitoris, and she shrieked.

“Oh please, oh—”

“Zandian moons, yes.” Zander shoved deep inside her, his hot seed filling her.

Flick

ering lights danced before her eyes, and she let go. Her muscles spasmed around his cock, squeezing around his thick girth. They continued clenching, ripples of release that went on and on, even after Zander started to pull out.

“Wait—do you feel how her orgasm milks your seed up higher in her channel?”

Zander pushed back inside her.

“It serves an important purpose for conception.”

She shivered. Hearing her physical processes discussed made them all the more intense. Her internal muscles continued contracting strongly around his cock.

“Now, we want to invert her so she doesn’t lose any of your seed.”

Zander flipped her up into his arms, cradled like a baby, but with her ass-end slightly higher than her head.

She ducked her face into his shoulder, not wanting to show it after—well, after any of it.

“She should rest like that for at least a half hour. I can chain her up here or—”

“No.”

She was relieved at how quickly Zander cut in.

“I’ll take her back to my chamber. Give me something with which to cover her.”

Daneth produced a thin blanket, which Zander wrapped around her.

She felt oddly like a baby. It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation.

Zander carried her out of the examination room and back to his chamber.

Gunt, the odious guard, watched with his lip curled as they passed him at the door. It made her stomach tighten. She wondered if she ought to tell Zander—not about what Gunt had done to her, but about the crystals he was stealing. No—what was she thinking? She couldn’t. How would she explain her knowledge?

Zander carried her into his chamber. She expected him to lay her on the bed, perhaps with orders to keep her butt in the air, but instead he sat upon his sleep disk and continued to hold her, cradled in his arms. He tossed the blanket off and studied her, his violet eyes sweeping the length of her body, lingering on her breasts then her face.

She gazed up at him. Like with the bite mark, his nose had already healed. “I truly didn’t mean to kick you in the face.”

“Hush.” He picked up one of her curls and twirled it around a finger.

For once, she did as he asked and stopped speaking. After all the shock of the past few days, being held by him eased the strain. No, it more than eased the strain—it felt incredible. She didn’t want to say or do anything to bring it to a close.

Zander seemed softened by sex, his features relaxed, his touch gentle. He traced one of her eyebrows with the pad of his finger, measured the size of her ear with his digits, and compared it to his own, as if fascinated by her. He slid her upper body off onto the bed, keeping her pelvis in his lap with her legs in the air, and explored the intimate folds of her sex. His horns thickened, and they leaned toward her.

This time, she didn’t mind the scientific curiosity, as Zander parted her lips and, once more, found her clit. He didn’t seem intent on arousing her. Instead, his touch was exploratory. He brushed her clit with a feather-like touch, fingered her labia.

It brought her pleasure, but not in a needy way, like before. This time, she found it profoundly relaxing. Her eyes drifted closed and she floated away as Zander continued his light caresses and explored every part of her.

Being his slave might have some perks. No, she shouldn’t think this way. Guilt stabbed her conscience. She couldn’t be happy here with her mother all alone at the agrifarm.

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