His Human Vessel (Zandian Masters 5)

“Hmm? Or will I have to spank it first this time?”

“No, Master,” she whimpered, and the ring of muscles relaxed.

He eased inside her, gripping her thighs to hold her steady as he slowly filled her.

“Ung…ung,” she moaned. “So big,” she panted. “Master is too big.”

“Take it.” Despite the command, he went slowly, his slave’s well-being his highest concern. He would never want to tear the delicate tissue around her back entrance. He pushed her knees farther open and toward her shoulders, lifting her feet from the stirrups. “Lie still and take your master’s cock. That little ass was made only for me.” He didn’t know why he would make such a ludicrous statement, except in that moment, it seemed true.

His cock. Her ass. He knew nothing but perfection, nothing but the glorious slide into the tightest hole, the knowledge that receiving him this way required her complete submission. To his authority. To his cock. If she tensed or resisted in any way, it would only cause her pain. Yet her surrender brought her pleasure.

He could see it in the way her eyes rolled back in her head, the slackness in her open mouth, the flutter of her belly as she drew in breath.

He thumbed her clit again, rubbing slowly and eliciting a mewl of pleasure. As he continued, her eyes flew open, knees cranked wider. He pumped into her ass with deep, smooth strokes, his thighs shaking with the effort of holding back. Because he wanted to pound into her so hard she saw stars into the following planet rotation.

“Please, Master,” she pleaded, alarm registering on her beautiful face. The alarm that accompanied the blinking red readout on his arm cuff. Ninety-five percent aroused. Orgasm imminent.

He angled his hand down to shove his thumb in her pussy, the heel of his hand grinding down on her clit.

She screamed, body trembling, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.

“That’s it, beautiful. Come for your master.” He vecked her harder, his cock pounding into her ass until he, too, wanted to beg and plead for release. “Hell, yes,” he shouted, plunging in deep and staying there while he vecked her pussy with his thumb over and over again to her screams.

She wept through her climax, coming all over his thumb, her anus tightening so much it strangled his cock and probably hurt her.

He waited until she finished before he eased out, murmuring soothing endearments as he stroked a hand down her sweat-glistened belly. “Sweet girl. Beautiful girl. That’s my good little slave. You took your master’s cock so well, didn’t you?”

Bayla’s legs flopped open as if she’d lost the ability to hold them up. Her beautiful breasts bounced with her heaving breath. He stroked her clit tenderly. “Good girl.” He dampened a washcloth and cleaned them both before he settled back onto the stool.

Even then, he wasn’t in a hurry to begin his examination. He leaned forward and planted a tender kiss at the apex of Bayla’s sex. He wanted to bottle the sighing

sound she made and replay it through the day, reminding himself of how she made him feel like a vecking hero.

But he had work to do—important work that he loved. He slid the probe inside her vagina and flicked open the hologram projection of the interior of her uterus. There—the embryo. He leaned forward for a closer look, zooming the projection up. Had the embryo implanted in the wall of her uterus?

If it had, it was only barely. It didn’t look the way he’d expected, the way the research had shown a human embryo would look after in vitro implantation.

All the sluggish pleasure from his orgasm evaporated as he stared at the hologram, consternation twisting in his solar plexus.

He needed to check her hormone level. Immediately. He stood abruptly, causing her head to jerk up, but he didn’t meet her eyes. Instead, he paced to the counter and prepared a vial and needle to draw her blood.

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Bayla tensed, holding her breath. What had Daneth seen? Had she succeeded in her attempt to thwart the pregnancy?

The tension radiating from Daneth ought to be a good sign to her, an indication she had succeeded. Why, then, did her belly churn like she was going to vomit?

“I thought you said no more shots,” she said when he returned to her side with a needle, though she knew the difference between a blood draw and a shot.

“I need a blood sample.” He spoke curtly, without looking at her. Totally preoccupied with his thoughts.

“What is it?” She didn’t know why she tried to get information out of him now, when he’d never been inclined to share with her.

He punctured her arm, and she looked away, hating to see the blood leave her vein. “It’s over,” he clipped a moment later, surprising her. Despite his consternation, he still seemed to be in tune with her reactions.

“It’s all right,” she whispered, hating the heaviness tugging at her solar plexus, weighing down her chest.

Daneth moved with graceful precision as he performed some kind of test on her blood. His low curse at the results ratcheted her tension level higher. What did it show?