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  My aggression turned to pure passion. I was so angry at him for his treatment, but I couldn't fight my attraction to him.

  He pulled my hands off of his chest long enough to slip the top of the jumpsuit off of my upper body. My breasts, which I'd always been pleased with, spilled out into the cool air of his room. A growl rumbled low in his chest as he pulled back and looked down at me. He put his hands behind my back so I could lean into them, then his head lowered to my left nipple. I watched as his forked tongue slipped out of his mouth and ran circles around my areola.

  My nipples puckered instantly, shooting tingles straight to my core, soaking my clothes. Illion paused in his attentions on my breasts to breathe deep. "You smell of desire. I wish to taste your yearning."

  "Yes," I whispered. At that moment, he could do whatever under the sun—or lack of sun, as I hadn't seen one since being taken by the orange blobs—he wanted to my body. I was so turned on I was ready to mount and take him instead of the other way around.

  He placed me gently on the floor, then unzipped my jumpsuit the rest of the way. When he straightened, my gaze returned to the bulge I'd noticed in his clothes earlier. It was back, and it was enormous. I licked my lips in anticipation. I wanted to taste his yearning as well.

  "Are you sure?" he asked. "You have the right to say no. No Drakon would ever force you."

  9

  Illion

  She nodded her head, eyes on my crotch. I unzipped my uniform slowly. She obviously liked what she saw, so I'd give her a bit of a show. My caudal thumped the ground, causing her to jump. I couldn't help my excitement. I was eager to taste her.

  My cock stood straight out, pointing at her, as soon as I let the uniform drop to the ground. Her tiny tongue wet her lips as she looked at it. "Will it fit?" she whispered.

  "It had better," I said ominously.

  She narrowed her eyes at me. "Or what? You said I could choose."

  "You chose. Have you changed your mind?" I questioned her. I knew the answer. I could still smell her desire. It had intensified when she saw my dick.

  She shook her head, eyes on mine.

  "Good," I growled. I lifted her back into my arms, her legs spreading willingly to wrap around me. Using the wall as leverage, I put one hand between us and used the other to help support her against the wall.

  She was so wet my fingers slid inside of her easily. I turned my hand palm up and tucked my claw in. Using the fingers without the claw, I quickly worked her into a frenzy. Finding the perfect spot inside her was easy, I felt around until she stiffened and her eyes widened. Once I found it, I worked it until she cried out, and I felt her inner walls tighten. She was close to an orgasm already. "Have you been so deprived on Earth that I can bring you to orgasm this easily?" I asked.

  She moaned in reply. I intensified my efforts to stimulate that spot inside her that made her so wild. Her juices drenched my hand as she reached her climax, crying out with her head thrown back against the wall and her fingers digging into my chest—as much as they could. She wasn't strong enough to really dig into my skin.

  As soon as she stopped moaning, I positioned myself at her entrance. She was primed and soaked, ready to take me, so I didn't hesitate. Her body stiffened as I pushed myself inside. I was forced to move slowly as she stretched to accommodate me. Any faster would've injured her. I didn't want her hurt. If she was hurt I couldn't enjoy her again until she was healed.

  I fit inside her completely, which didn't always happen with the slaves. Drakon men and women were always compatible, but not so the slaves. I moaned when I realized her body gloved mine perfectly.

  The tight walls of her core squeezed me, and I nearly came undone before getting started. Taking a few deep breaths centered me, and I gripped her tightly as I began to move.

  "Oh," she gasped as I slid out and back in with a thrust. Her eyes widened. "Oh!"

  I grinned and increased my pace, easily able to hold her up. She tightened her grip, so I was able to focus on the pleasure I felt, the squeeze on my cock, the milky liquid she produced as a result of the pleasure I gave her.

  My own orgasm built quickly. It had been a while since I'd had time to visit my favorite partner. I increased my speed again.

  "Harder," Leticia gasped. She moaned as I let go, giving her my full strength. I'd been scared of hurting her, but she obviously liked the rough ride I was giving her. My last few thrusts went wild as my orgasm exploded and filled her with my seed. I had a fleeting thought of her breeding capabilities but dismissed it. Pregnancies were extremely difficult to obtain. My uncle's human became pregnant quickly, but that was a fluke. I finished with a groan to realize she was limp and sweaty in my arms. I'd given her a second orgasm.

  I puffed out my chest and growled. Two wasn't enough. I'd give her one more, then see how obedient she might be after that. I carried her over to my bed, enjoying her squeal as I tossed her into the middle.

  Without giving her time to ask what was happening, I pushed her legs apart. Her gaze was on my face. I let my tongue slip out of my mouth slowly. I wasn't sure if she'd noticed that her tongue was very different from my own when we'd kissed, but she'd be sure to notice now.

  "Oh, my god," she whispered as my forked tongue made a slow lap up her slit. The mixture of her juices and my own tasted better than every fruit on the platter still sitting on the bed beside us. I moaned my pleasure at tasting what I'd done to her body.

  Using both hands, I spread her apart and stared down at her glistening sex. Her moans started soft as I began to lick with my split tongue and gently explore her with my fingers, but soon they grew more frantic. I found the nub of sensitive nerves that would bring her quickly to orgasm and wrapped my tongue around it, squeezing gently, then harder and harder.

  When I thrust my fingers inside her, she came apart, shouting my name as her back lifted off the bed and she gripped my bed covers.

  Satisfied I'd given her enough pleasure to keep her coming back for more, I stood and dressed. "You may return to your chambers or explore the ship as you'd like. I would like to have you return tonight."

  She nodded her head, her expression confused. "That's it?"

  "What else would it be?" I asked. "You're a slave."

  Her face shut down, the expressive emotions on it disappearing. I couldn't help that. She needed to understand her place in the world. Just because I didn't want to hurt her again didn't mean that changed who she was. I still intended to trade her for water.

  10

  Leti

  He walked out of his bedroom like he had no cares in the world. I guessed compared to me, he didn't. Sure, he had to get water, but he was still the captain of a ship, still on top of his world.

  If he thought for one hot second I'd be back for seconds, he was wrong. Unless he forced me, I was staying in my own damn room. Asshole. He'd like for me to return. I was nothing more than an object for him to barter and relieve his sexual tension with along the way.

  As soon as he'd thrust into me, I'd begun to worry about a condom. Then as he began to move in earnest, all worries had flown out the window in the face of the biggest vaginal orgasm I'd ever had.

  Then he'd moved me to the bed and that tongue! Holy shit on a cracker that tongue. If he hadn't been so damn arrogant and entitled afterward, I would've gladly come back for more. And more. And more.

  If he could teach men on Earth to fuck as he did, he'd be a billionaire. Too bad he was a total shitbag.

  I spent as much time in my room as I could as we traveled to whatever planet he was planning to sell me on. Every day, my anxiety grew, but not enough to go back to him and give him the satisfaction of knowing I'd been giving myself unsatisfactory orgasms since the night after our fuckfest.

  After several hours of staring at the wall in my room, I ventured out and found their exercise room, delighted to find a treadmill of sorts. At least I could burn some energy instead of letting my mind rot in my room.

  Nobody ever came into the room whil
e I was on the treadmill. I suspected they were all avoiding me. After three days, I considered finding the man Illion had called his lieutenant. Maybe he could relieve my overwhelming horniness.

  I resisted. The thought of finding a strange alien just for sex was distasteful. I wished Illion would return and apologize. But, he had no intention of helping me or taking me back to Earth. I was property, and worth more to him as a slave than anything else.

  Doctor Oslow eventually found me and treated me kindly. I spent the last few days of our journey in his lab. He taught me how to use their complicated microscopes, and I delighted in looking at his DNA and other biological samples.

  He provided me with an outlet for my brain, instead of just rotting away in my room.

  “Doctor, is there no way I could be brought on as a member of your medical team?” I asked.

  He smiled at me sadly. “I’m sorry, Child, but that’s not how it’s done.”

  I looked at him for several moments as he turned his attention back to the report he was reading. “I wish you could,” I whispered.

  He never responded, but his shoulders slumped as he read. I was thankful for his kindness, even if he couldn’t or wouldn’t make any moves to save me from my unknown fate.

  The moment finally came when my door opened. I'd just finished another lackluster orgasm with my own hand and was relieved I was redressed and sitting on my bed, drawing. I'd found a pen and paper and pilfered it. I was absolutely horrible at any sort of artwork, but it was better than staring at the walls.

  "It's time," the strange Drakon man said.

  "Time for what?" I asked.

  "We are landing on Coovoo. You will be traded. Captain Illion sent me to bring you to the bridge."

  I stared at him, shocked. I'd known the time would come, the asshole had made that clear after he'd fucked me, but I guess I'd figured it would take weeks or months. Not days.

  "It's good you're clean and presentable. The Coovoo Centaurs are a neatly groomed race. Come."

  With a glance around the room, I followed him. I didn't have anything in the room I would consider my own. In fact, besides a change of clothes and the pen and paper, there wasn't anything else in the room.

  Illion stood in front of the screens that monitored all of his ship, watching as we landed on a lush, green planet. The screens showed a contingency of... centaurs? I leaned forward and squinted at the screen. Yep, that was a small group of centaurs waiting for us to land. I spied a waterfall in the background and strange birds flying around. The camera system on the ship was sharp.

  I barely felt a slight nudge as we landed on the tropical planet, and before I could ask what would happen, Illion had my arm in a tight grip. "Do not speak unless asked a direct question. Do not argue or otherwise embarrass me. I've been extremely lenient and allowed you to roam the ship until we arrived. Don't make me regret it or be forced to punish you in front of the Coovoo." His voice lowered. "Because I will if I have to."

  I nodded my head as he dragged me along. "You're hurting my arm," I whispered.

  His grip loosened slightly, but his pace didn't slow. "The Coovoo won't abuse you. They'll probably use you as a breeder and almost every species takes good care of their breeders."

  A rock dropped into my stomach. A breeder. I couldn't see any possible way out of this mess. I had nowhere to run. All I could do was hope that they didn't beat me or work me to death. Or rape me violently. A sob stuck in my throat.

  Illion looked down at me and huffed. "Stay quiet." His words were harsh, but his grip softened just a little.

  A door opened down a hallway I'd never been. There was nothing there that caught my interest except the exit door, and I certainly hadn't wanted to open it while traveling through space. We stepped out onto a soft, grassy field. I was surprised when I had no trouble breathing and opened my mouth to ask Illion how this planet had the same oxygen as Earth. He squeezed my arm and made a shushing sound under his breath.

  The centaurs approached with broad smiles on their faces. Illion released me, only for me to be flanked by two more Drakon men. At least with them, I knew what I was getting—the sex was good. I wished I could stay with them. Why couldn't I be a breeder for a Drakon?

  My last hope would be to convince whoever I ended up with that I could help in a doctor or nurse capacity. I had plenty of medical training after all.

  "Welcome to Coovoo," the biggest centaur boomed. "We are always pleased to have Drakon visit." He seemed totally fake. He wasn't happy to see the Drakon at all.

  I couldn't see Illion's face, but his voice was jovial. "We thank you for your welcome," he said loudly. "We've come to barter."

  The centaur waved a hand in front of him. "Nonsense. We don't talk business until we've dined together. You must also tour our city. Then, when we are friends, we will talk about business." The centaur bowed his head slightly. "I am Chiron."

  Illion nodded his head. "Illion. That sounds wonderful. It's been a long journey and a meal with friends is just what we need."

  He turned and motioned me forward. "We were fortunate to come upon this human breeder along the way. Before we settle in, might you be interested in her? We can negotiate for her when we do our business later, but I wanted to bring her out first to show how serious we are about our business with the Coovoo."

  Chiron looked me up and down, his expression hard. "I thank you for the gesture, but we have no interest in human breeders here. Our females have a much easier time breeding our young than humans, and humans are far too much upkeep." He grinned at me, but there was nothing friendly in the smile. "And they're far too whiny. Send her to our slave pits so that your crew may enjoy the hospitality of the city without having to leave anyone back to guard her."

  Illion looked back at me, his expression masked. After only a few beats he nodded his head. The Drakon guards walked me forward, where my arm was grabbed by one of the other centaurs that stood behind Chiron. They had no care for how tightly they gripped me.

  "Come," Chiron said to Illion. "Let's get a drink."

  While they went off to wine and dine, apparently, I was led through the brush to a metal gate set in what looked to be a cave. "Go to the back and get busy," the centaur said gruffly, shoving me through the gate and closing it quickly behind me.

  He walked away without a care, leaving me staring after him, dreading what I would find when I turned around. His tail swished lightly, like a horse on Earth. I wondered if they had any idea that they resembled an animal from another planet.

  The interior of the cave was brightly lit and enormous. Elevated walkways on either side of the room held a centaur with some sort of black weapon in his hand. He was far enough away that I couldn't tell what the weapon was. He noticed me and walked closer as I peered up at him, wondering where they got onto those walkways. It might be good information to have at some point. I looked away from him to follow the line of the path and saw it led out of the cave.

  "Hey," the guard called in a commanding voice. "Move. There's work to do."

  I tore my gaze from him and looked in front of me. Shuffling my feet along the stone ground, I moved toward the rear of the cave, listening to the clanging sound of metal on stone. Still, though, I couldn't see anyone but the centaur on the elevated walkway.

  Nobody else came into view until I turned a corner. Spread out in a gigantic cavern in front of me was a good thirty slaves, and most of them were the small, white assholes that had initially kidnapped me and started this journey of terror.

  "For fuck's sake," I muttered as I continued my slow trek forward. "Of all the bullshit."

  11

  Illion

  Dinner was delicious. Chiron sat me between two Coovian women who attempted to charm me. The one to my left had chestnut blonde hair and her shirt was low cut, showing ample breasts. Her attitude was clear—she would gladly show me a good time. To my right, a Coovian with purple hair and a less buxom figure flirted more subtly. I assumed the difference in body type was t
o try to cover either preference I might have.

  Unfortunately for them, I was not attracted to the furry, four-legged species. They were charming though, and the time passed quickly.

  The food was delicious, reminiscent of what we might have at a banquet dinner on Thirren. Some sort of game bird and soft vegetables cooked in a tangy sauce. The ladies informed me it had been prepared by Chiron's personal chef, and he was the most sought after on the planet.

  Dessert arrived on silver platters, fruits dipped in decadent sauces. The ladies insisted on feeding me themselves, though of course, I resisted their charms, even as I allowed them to feed me. Chiron watched from down the table, beaming. "Enjoying the dinner?" he asked.

  I nodded earnestly. If not for the need to get down to business, I would've been having a wonderful time. "It's very pleasing, and the company is utterly charming," I said seriously. "I thank you for your hospitality. Shall we adjourn to discuss some business?"

  He shook his head solemnly. "Not yet, not yet. First, you must see our training grounds. We're making strides with using slaves for ground forces." I didn't understand his need to entertain or impress me with their military force, but I wasn't very familiar with their culture. Probably should've looked up what I could on the journey over. I'd keep that in mind if this fell through and we ended up traveling to another planet in search of water.

  I was growing irritated at the delays, but still, the evening had been pleasant thus far, so I pushed my concerns aside. I'd heard a bit about the rebellion from my uncle. Most likely the Coovoo were trying to prove that they were friendly toward the Drakon and wanted to play nice with us. I would allow them their moment to lament their poor choice in their prior rebellion against us.

  "Come, are you finished?" Chiron pushed back his ornate chair and stood. I guessed it didn't matter if I was finished. We were leaving.