Page 67 of Stolen Slave

“It’s good. Thank you. When can I call the Oebri?” If I had to watch another round of sex, I would be riding Khorahn without a care about who might be watching.

“As soon as you and S’doifu are finished,” Mtinash said with an easy smile.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

KHORAHN

The scent of Vya’s arousal was a problem for all of us. S’doifu couldn’t keep up with the amount of secretion coming from Mtinash’s ambal. Mtinash’s shaft was starting to swell with the need for another breeding. And I was struggling not to lay Vya back on the cushion and lick her breeding slit until she begged me for the penetration I desperately wanted to provide.

When S’doifu reached down to stroke himself, Vya’s arousal increased.

“I’ll take Vya to the comms room and wait for you there,” I said, standing.

Mtinash growled. “Selfish tuber.”

I laughed and strode away. Vya looped her arms around my neck and rested her head against my chest.

“Is that normal?” she asked softly as we walked the path. “Public sex?”

“There are too few females for public breedings to be common. However, it is not unusual for a male to please his female in front of others if she requests it.”

“Ah.”

I could feel her concern, though.

“If you do not wish to be bred in front of others, you only need to speak your preference. Any male will honor it,” I said, trying to reassure her.

“It’s not that. Well, maybe it is a little. It’s just so different from what I’m used to. Back home, sex is very private. Here, it seems a little more like an orgy. And it’s a little scary because…well, I think because of where you found me. I don’t want to be used like that again.”

I held her closer. “Never,” I vowed. “I will never allow another male to use you.”

She kissed my neck, and I almost tripped.

“Are you okay?” she asked, looking up at me.

“After watching Mtinash breed, my own need is distracting. As is your mouth.”

She smiled at me. “We’ll take care of that when we get back to the ship.”

Hope ignited inside of me, and my cock twitched in its demand to be set free. Luckily, I was familiar with Mtinash’s floating paradise and found the comms center with very little thought.

He and S’doifu arrived a few prexels after us. S’doifu’s pink eyes hungrily swept the space and locked on one of the males in the comms room. As Mtinash closed the distance between us, S’doifu walked over and spoke softly to the male.

“Would you like another scent-marking before attempting the communication with the Oebri?” Mtinash asked.

Vya frowned a little. “Can you explain the purpose of a scent-marking? Because either I’m not understanding it, or you think I’m some fragile flower that needs to be calmed down every five seconds.” Her frown deepened, but her scent didn’t change. “Actually, I don’t think I want any more scent-markings. I think that’s why I can’t feel the way I should.”

“Explain,” Mtinash said. His tone and proximity drove Vya deeper into my arms. Her hands played with the material covering my back.

“Well, S’doifu’s over there giving some guy a blow job, and I don’t feel shocked. I’m thinking it, but not feeling it."

I glanced at S’doifu. He wasn’t blowing on the male but suckling his breeding shaft greedily.

“I had the same non-reaction when watching you and Oaiu have sex. In my head, I was shocked, but I couldn’t feel it. I couldn’t feel the fear when Khorahn jumped from the ship either.”

Mtinash glanced at me. “Jumped.”

“Please refrain from saying more about that experience, my beautiful Vya. I consider Mtinash a friend and know he wouldn’t betray me, but some details are secret.”

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