Page 65 of Stolen Slave

“Why can’t they know where I am? What exactly are they going to do to me if I try to go back?” I asked, feeling a small thread of worry.

“Sister, you have no reason to fear your safety,” Oaiu said. “Any male would risk his life to protect you simply for being female.”

“Not any male,” I said. “There’s a whole race willing to kill me for a handjob.”

“I don’t know that phrase,” she said.

“A handjob means stroking a man’s cock with your hand. Usually, until he comes.”

“Comes where?” She blinked at me, conveying her confusion.

“Um, ejaculate?”

“Ah,” Oaiu said.

“A handjob,” S’doifu said thoughtfully. “I like that term. Perhaps I will provide that as a new service.”

I wasn’t sure what to think of that statement.

“Back to your question, Vya,” Khorahn said. “The systems need breedable females. If you request to return to your planet, I believe the Oebri will stop you at the nearest station and attempt to persuade you to volunteer as a mate to one of their kind instead.”

“Attempt to persuade? We’ve both seen how they enslave women,” Mtinash said with a hint of anger.

“Enslave?” My thoughts went back to my time with the shelled aliens, and I shuddered.

Khorahn tipped my head up so he could study my expression.

“Do you need another scent-marking to calm yourself?” he asked gently.

I almost asked what he meant, but then the dozens of times he’d doused me in his sparkle spunk filled my mind. My core clenched around nothing, and my lips parted at the intense need that shot through me—the need to sit on his lap and take him deep like Oaiu was doing to Mtinash.

Oaiu screeched again, and I heard more squelching sounds, but I couldn’t look away from Khorahn. My gaze dipped to his mouth.

He growled softly a moment before he kissed me. I whimpered into his mouth and arched into the hand that was kneading my breast. For the first time in my life, I had an orgasm from just that.

He swallowed my loud moan then kissed my temple as I went limp in his arms. His fingers continued to toy with my breast.

“Extraordinary,” I heard Mtinash say.

Oaiu’s soft hisses barely registered as I recovered.

When I finally lifted my head, I saw she was still seated in Mtinash’s lap but leaned back into him, her eyes partially closed, and she shivered nonstop. The position gave me a clear view of where they were connected. His spend steadily seeped from her. And as I watched, his shaft twitched, and a new flood emerged.

“I believe Oaiu will never forget this pleasure mating,” S’doifu said with a smirk.

“I don’t understand,” I said, looking up at Khorahn.

“The scent of your arousal is provoking.”

“Provoking. Enticing. Addicting. I will give you anything you ask if you choose to stay with me.” As Mtinash spoke, he gripped Oaiu’s hips and thrust even deeper.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her tail flailed again.

“Um, thank you for the offer. But I’m not the type to steal someone else’s man, and Oaiu seems to like you a lot. I think I’ll stay with Khorahn.” I had a horrifying thought, and I looked up at him. “You’re single, right? No wife is waiting for you somewhere?”

“No other female has chosen me,” he said.

“Good.” Another thought occurred to me. “If my implant thingy helps me understand you, how can you understand me?”

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