Page 93 of Stolen Slave

My founder’s scent ignited with shock, and I chuckled, knowing it wouldn’t be the last time Vya surprised him.

She asked him questions that I, too, was curious about while I stocked the food processor with the new supplements and uploaded new recipes. Before I finished, she began stretching her mouth in a way that indicated her need for rest.

“Come, my Vya,” I said, holding out my hand. “I will take you to the sleep bay.”

She nodded and quickly came to my side, weaving her small fingers between mine in the way she enjoyed.

“It was nice meeting you,” she said, looking at my founder.

He nodded and watched us leave.

When Vya and I reached the sleep bay, she turned her back to me. “Help me out of this dress?”

I carefully removed the chains, letting my fingers trail over her skin.

“How soundproof are these rooms?” she asked.

“Nothing can be heard with the door closed,” I said.

She smiled and bent forward to place her hands on the bed. Arching her back, she looked over her shoulder at me.

“Good. How do you feel about another round?”

My breeding shaft bucked painfully again.

“Are you certain?”

“Do you want me to beg? I will.”

I removed my coverings in a prexel and repositioned myself. She frowned, looking down at my breeding shaft.

“That doesn’t look like it feels good.”

“It will feel much better once it’s inside of you again.”

She giggled, the joyful sound wrapping around me as I eased into her slick sheath with a sigh. Her opening barely resisted my knot this time. Moving carefully, I stimulated her sheath and enjoyed the way it clenched around me as her pleasure grew. The sensation was almost as enticing as the sounds she made each time I thrust forward.

The scent of her arousal increased to where I could taste it with each inhale, increasing the ache in my breeding shaft.

Needing her to feel the same madness, I reached around her to stroke her chest mounds and the little bump at the top of her breeding sheath. She cried out and clenched around my shaft violently, milking my first release from me. I groaned in relief but continued to move even as her arms gave out and she fell forward onto the sleep disc. The angle squeezed my shaft, and I released again.

She spasmed around me. I released again.

For almost an arc, we continued like that. By the time I’d emptied myself inside of her, we were lying on our sides. With my arms wrapped around her, I kissed her neck and shoulder.

She made a soft, satisfied sound; then her breathing evened out.

Content, I slept as well.

When I woke, my knot had shrunk enough that I slid free easily. I stared at the wet trail I left on her thighs and felt an ache in my chest. What were the chances she would consent to carry my young? Closing my eyes, I swallowed hard then picked up my shirt from the floor to gently clean away what spend I could. Then, I left her to rest.

After cleansing myself, I went in search of my founder and discovered him in the nav center. He was watching a recording of my most recent mating with Vya.

“Humans are different from most species,” I said. “They consider mating private. Vya will not like knowing that you’ve watched us.”

My founder immediately closed the vid. “Thank you for telling me.”

His gaze swept over me, noting I hadn’t tried repositioning my breeding shaft.

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