“No, they are the only ones.”
“Check on something else for me. Lamira said Gunt has been stealing crystals from the pod. I don’t know how she would know such a thing, but I’d like you to investigate before I address Gunt.”
“I’ll investigate.”
“Thank you.” He flicked the hologram off and sighed, looking at his lovely slave. He had just flicked off the artificial light when her lids fluttered open and she blinked unfocused eyes.
“You’re awake.”
“Mmm.” She smiled. The light of the giant Ocretion moon shone through the skylight, amplified by his crystal. It gave her a beautiful, bluish glow.
“You must feel better.”
She rubbed her cheek on his chest, creating a riot of sensation everywhere she touched him. “I do.”
“No more pain?”
Her cute freckled nose wrinkled. “Not much. And I feel happy.” Her smile widened.
He’d never seen such a glorious sight. It made him want to work for that smile every minute of every planet rotation.
She reached for his horns.
He choked on a groan, and his cock surged to attention. She ran her dainty fingers around the width of one horn, rubbing it until it grew stiff, then she shifted her attention to the second horn. “Lamira,” he choked, doing his best not to throw her on her back and pound her with his cock for a third time that planet rotation. “I don’t think you know what you’re doing.”
Her smile grew naughty. “Oh, I think I do.”
Zandian moons. She was smarter than he gave her credit for. He had underestimated her from the start, and now the entire fabric of his existence was unraveling beneath him as their dynamic shifted into something new.
He raised his eyebrows. “You want me to breed you again?” This time he was the one trembling from need.
She pushed herself up to her knees and straddled his waist, placing the heat of her pussy directly over his clothed cock. When she took hold of both horns, a shudder ran through him. All Zandian moons, when had she gained such control over his body?
He shoved his pants down and she climbed on, her naked body glowing in the moonlight.
She brought her lips to his and they were sugar-sweet, soft and—he groaned and gripped the back of her head to dominate the kiss, taking over, thrusting his tongue between her lips and nipping her.
She rocked her pelvis, taking his cock deeper into her glorious channel.
“Lamira…” He gripped her hips, careful not to touch her welted bottom, and helped her ride him, lifting and lowering her over his cock.
Soft tendrils of her hair fell against his neck, shocking his skin with the new sensation. Her intoxicating scent filled his nostrils.
He tilted his head to suck one of her beaded nipples then lost his concentration when she moaned, low and lusty.
“Veck, Lamira, veck.”
She gave a keening cry, her inner thighs clamping around his hips, her lush ass undulating, breasts bouncing.
He wanted it to last forever, but the urge to drive to the finish took over. “On your hands and knees,” he barked.
Her unfocused eyes blinked slowly, as if she were too dazed to comply, so he helped her, lifting her off him and pushing her down the way he wanted her.
He entered her, gripped her hips and pumped, forgetting to be gentle with her swollen bottom, slamming his loins against it.
Her tight pussy squeezed him like a glove, and she lifted her hips back to meet him. Oh moons, oh yes. His thighs tightened; cum surged down his shaft. He yanked her back against him, buried to the hilt, and shot his load into her canal.
She tightened around him, a good little slave, always waiting for his climax before she went off.