Page 71 of Stolen Slave

He grinned. “The waste was converted to pure terra, which has more value than almost any other material in the systems.”

“Dirt is more valuable than rubies?” I said, not fully believing him.

“Can a ruby be used to grow the plants needed to breathe clean air? To feed us? To feed the animals we eat?”

“Well, when you put it like that, yeah, I guess dirt has some value.”

He set the chains aside and led me over to the bench as the room filled with steam. It didn’t feel weird to sit in his lap. In fact, I craved the contact. But it didn’t help that need crawling through me.

“Will you tell me more about your people?” he asked as his fingers skimmed over my arms and down my side. “You said public breedings are not common. Why?”

I shrugged slightly, shifting positions as I did so his hand moved from my arm to my breast.

“I’m not sure. Where I’m from, walking around naked would get me arrested. Pretty sure public sex would be the same. I guess people just don’t want to see that.”

He rumbled thoughtfully. “But you enjoyed watching.”

“It was shocking to see it so openly done. I think all your scent-markings changed how I viewed it, though.”

“You were aroused.” His fingers found my nipple and plucked at it.

My breath caught, and I struggled to remember why turning around and riding him would be a bad idea.

“You’re aroused now,” he said as I was still trying to control my impulses.

“Very,” I agreed.

“I can bring you pleasure without scent-marking,” he said. “If you wish it.”

My breath whooshed out of me, and I nodded eagerly. He shifted our positions, laying me on the bench beside him and kissing his way from my knee up my thigh. I was babbling by the time his tongue swirled around my clit. And damn if I didn’t start begging for penetration again as I climbed closer to the finale. When I found my release, my scream echoed in the steam-filled shower.

Spent, I lay limply as Khorahn slowly lapped at my opening. It felt so good. Especially when he dipped inside just a little bit. It made me want more.

The need started to tingle through me again.

“How long do you think it will take the scent-markings to wear off?” I asked, reaching out to run my fingers through his short, white hair.

“I have no answer. I’ve never marked anyone before,” he said.

“This horniness just isn’t letting up,” I said, moving my hips under his tongue.

His hand splayed over my stomach to hold me in place.

“I will never tire of your taste. Lie still and allow me to feast on your endless releases.”

His tongue dipped inside of me again before his lips closed around my clit, and he gently started to suck. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I curled my fingers in his hair to hold on for dear life.

Warmth surrounded me, and for a moment, I thought I was still in the steam room. The weight of Khorahn’s arm draped over my waist registered along with the softness of the bed beneath me.

Content and relaxed, I remained where I was and listened to his subtle exhales. It was the first time since I could remember that he slept next to me, and I didn’t want to disturb him.

My thoughts drifted to the “O”-fest that had caused another blackout. My bits were really sore now, but I didn’t regret a thing since that tingling need that had been riding me so hard no longer seemed as intense.

Khorahn’s hand skimmed over my stomach, and his lips brushed my shoulder.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“Better. Thank you.”

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