Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
“Really?” she had whispered. “But… it’s… you know, so…”
I had smiled broadly.
“Naughty?” I had asked teasingly. “Even naughtier than what I did to your bottom last night?”
Hadra’s blush had fired my veins, and I had experienced yet again precisely what Beta and I had set out to get our fill of, if we could, after our stay in the Magisterian guesthouse. That indescribable—whether in vague human terms or in the much more precise terminology of the Collective—surge of need, along with the hope of that need’s satisfaction.
In physical terms, I could describe it very easily: my cock jumped along my thigh, stiffening very quickly. Hadra’s cheeks had gotten that much pinker as she noticed it—we had just woken up in the sumptuous bed aboard my little but luxurious ship.
“I think you’d better take care of that,” I had told the sweet, submissive girl, and she had obediently bent to the difficult task of fitting as much of my massive erection into her tiny mouth as she could. I had sighed with contentment, resting my right hand gently on the back of her head to keep her at her task. “By your reaction, Hadra,” I had mused as the lovely, wet sounds of her service filled the little bedchamber, “I think I must certainly take you to Europa City.”
We had spent a week together here, playing with the many new acquaintances my unique status always found me when I arrived on a world I hadn’t yet visited. Some of those play partners had belonged to one of the sexual societies of the city, organizations whose members undertook to explore their deepest desires together.
When I had told Hadra I meant to depart soon, she had decided to stay, to join one of societies, and to remain here on Europa. We had shared a final, magnificent night, just the two of us, and parted on loving terms. Hadra stood at the beginning of her journey into her sexual needs, while I had been on my own much-less-traveled one for almost five standard years.
And I still hadn’t found what I had set out in search of.
Brothers, Alpha’s quantum voice said, across the light years, I’d like to invite you to join me, once the Prince Hend stands down and brings our refugees to Prosperia. There’s a young woman—a rescued Vionian starfleet concubine—I think you should meet, if either of you is still looking for The One.
Beta responded almost immediately.
Actually… I think I’ve found The One, on Draco. Perhaps I’ll bring her to Prosperia in a few days, but Gamma may have this young woman to himself.
That’s wonderful, Beta, Alpha replied, Sala and I would love to see you.
I stood in the bazaar, watching a lovely, naked, golden-haired girl strapped to a bench take pleasure in the slow, methodical whipping three men gave her with multicolored braided cats. Her sweet bottom writhed, and she cried out, begging to be allowed to touch her pussy. The men consulted for a moment, then decided to refuse, and to give her extra lashes for her impertinence.
“Blue man,” said the owner of the booth, jarring me out of my reverie. “She’s paid for a gangbang… you want in? Regular price is ten credits, but for a big blue guy like yourself, I’ll let you fuck her for seven.”
I smiled. My skin tone was unusual, but in this age of endless cosmetic alterations hardly unheard of; thousands of humans had even used the available technology to make their skin subtly glow the way mine did, and to make their genitalia rather more interesting than standard human reproductive parts. My size, similarly, lay out of the ordinary, but Trestrimar barbarians often stood as tall. Though the galaxy at large knew about the three Collective breakout entities, Beta and I at least could travel mostly unrecognized—something Alpha could no longer do, having settled down with Sala and accepted a captain’s commission.
Happily, of course. And now Beta had done the same. To go to Prosperia and meet this Vionian concubine might mean giving up the sort of offer the booth owner had made me. I felt my mouth twist to the side as I considered it.
“No, thank you,” I told him, and then I relaxed into the quantum attunement with my brothers.
I’m on my way, Alpha, I sent.
Tessara
My eyes widened, and I felt heat rush to my cheeks as I took in Sala’s words, hearing a strange authority in them that made my heart race.
Now it’s your turn. To… to do… the thing Sala had done to me. The terribly naughty thing, her face between my thighs.
“I… I can’t,” I stammered, shaking my head. “I’ve never… I don’t know how…”
Sala’s expression softened, but there was a glint in her eye that made my stomach flutter.
“Tessara,” she said, her tone gentle but firm. “I imagine you don’t know that Magisterian senior wives are allowed to discipline younger women. Have you heard that?”