His Human Vessel (Zandian Masters 5)

She took her mouth off with a popping sound. “Yes, Master,” she purred and returned to her task, taking him deep. He didn’t fit—her mouth was far too small, but the clever female had learned some way of swallowing his cock, taking it past her uvula and into her throat.

He didn’t recognize the beast-like grunt that came from his mouth, nor did he know the male who gripped Bayla’s hair and forced her over his cock, faster, deeper.

“Veck, veck, veck yes,” he hissed. But he didn’t want to come yet. Not until he’d tasted the female like she sampled him.

He used her hair to pull her off his cock, biting back a groan when the cool air hit his wet skin. “Up, up, up.” He was too rough with her, lifting her by the hair. Some urgent need had taken over his body, overruling all reason, all care. He scooped an arm behind her knees and lifted her into the air, turned her and plopped her on the bed with her legs facing away from him, her head hanging off the edge. “Suck.” He fitted his cock into her mouth once more.

She obediently closed her lips around it, resuming her skillful sucking as he leaned forward and pulled her knees apart. When her thighs parted to reveal her glistening core, he groaned, “This pussy.”

How could he not honor it with all the vecking reverence it deserved?

He slapped her inner thighs open and delved his tongue between her labia, parting them to trace a circle around her inner lips.

She made a sound in her throat, which reverberated around his cock, and he plunged in and out of her mouth, vecking it too fast, making her choke and gag. Though he heard her sputtering, he couldn’t stop himself. He sucked and nipped her lips, tongued her clit until the hood retracted. He wished he had the vibrator handy to shove inside her while he sucked the stiff little nubbin, but he had to settle for his thumb. He slid it inside her and worked his middle finger between the cheeks of her ass while he suctioned his mouth over her clit.

She screamed around his cock, which only made him more violent with his thrusts and sucks. His middle finger landed on her anus, and he tapped, making it contract tight. Pistoning his thumb in and out of her hot channel, he continued with the frantic sucking, the anal stimulation until he could no longer contain his own excitement. With a roar, he thumb-vecked her fast and hard and pulled his cock out of her mouth. Gripping the erupting organ, he decorated her full breasts with his cum. Bayla bowed up from the bed, her pussy squeezing and releasing his thumb while her legs danced frantically across his coverlet, slipping on the silky fabric as she sought purchase to lift her pelvis higher.

“Beautiful, beautiful girl,” he croaked when she’d finished. He smeared his rainbow-colored cum all over her tits.

She lifted her head and pushed her breasts together in some kind of offering.

Though he’d never seen the position before, he somehow intuited her invitation and fit his cock between them, gliding back and forth in several glorious strokes of heaven.

Though already wrung out, another mini orgasm rippled through him, and he ejaculated more, coating her belly.

When he straightened, surveying the sight she made, he barely mustered any guilt for his actions. Sprawled out in naked glory, coated in his spunk, she appeared fully claimed. By him. He hadn’t bred her—hadn’t broken his most important rule. But she did belong to him. And as her physician, it was his responsibility to keep her fertile young body in peak sexual condition. Since she had hormones pumping through her, part of his job would be seeing to her satisfaction. There was no harm to it, other than his own loss of control. But it was coming back, now that he’d spent. He’d have to be careful it didn’t draw him away from the importance of his project.

And establishing both dominance and trust with his slave was important. Perhaps this was the form of bonding their Master at Arms Seke had employed when he’d given Lamira’s mother, Leora, obedience training.

“Come.” He picked her up. “You need cleaning again.”

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Her limp body trembled as Daneth carried her to the washroom, but an inner strength surged through her very soul. The sound of his victory shout still echoed in her ears. To see him lose control for her, to have her mouth give him such satisfaction, her body tempt him, made her blood sing.

Never in the solar cycles she’d been a breeder had she cared for or connected with the male who’d used her body. What was it about Daneth that made it so incredibly different? It was like she’d been born for this purpose alone. Not the reason he purchased her—not to be a vessel for a Zandian baby, but for Daneth. She belonged with him. She belonged here. She just needed to avoid the pregnancy part so she wouldn’t get her heart broken again.

Daneth stepped into an enclosed cylinder and set her on her feet before stripping off his clothing.

She bit her lip, stifling a fresh moan at the sight of his body. Though he was older, his form was anything but worn out or decrepit. The male still appeared to be in his prime, his body a mass of lean muscle. He had no body hair, save for the very closely cut brown hair on his head.

When his gaze fell on her body the two horns on the top of his head shot forward, leaning toward her, the same way his huge cock lifted in salute. Did the male ever have trouble recharging? From the size of his erection, he appeared ready to go again already.

She shrieked when the enclosed area filled with water and Daneth laughed, slipping an arm around her waist to pull her close.

“That’s right. You were asleep the last time I brought you in here.”

She flushed. The idea of Daneth having her naked in the washtube while she was unconscious brought up a flutter of thrilling images.

He traced a finger down her breastbone. “No. I didn’t take advantage of you. I prefer my females to be awake when I use their bodies.”

“I prefer to be awake, as well,” she murmured and stood on her tiptoes as the water level reached her neck.

“It will cover your head briefly. Hold your breath.”

“How did I not drown last time?” she demanded before gulping a breath and suspending it in her lungs. The water flooded over her head then drained as quickly as it had risen. She blinked at the tall male wedged in the tiny space with her, water dripping from her lashes.

“I covered your mouth and nose.”