Page 45 of Retribution
He found himself wondering if he would ever get her with child. Kall-human pregnancies were rare, but they happened from time to time. The idea of planting his seed inside her and watching her stomach swell with life filled him with primal satisfaction.
“I’m going to try to get you pregnant,” he said, still submerged in her tightness. “I’m going to fill you with my seed constantly and try to breed you, human.” More growls rumbled from his throat. “I don’t care how long it takes. One day you will have my child.”
She didn’t offer a response, and he finally withdrew from her center. When his seed started to trickle out of her core, he turned her around and forced her onto her back, and he placed a pillow underneath her, keeping her bottom high and stemming the flow of his seed out of her pussy.
Her wide eyes met his, but still she said nothing. Perhaps he’d shocked her with his breeding talk. In truth, he’d shocked himself.
His gaze roved over her. Her dress was now wrinkled, her hair was a mess, and her eyes were red-rimmed from crying. And her bottom…fluxx, he couldn’t deny that he adored the sight of her punished bottom.
He put his cock away and fastened his pants. Then he checked his wrist comm. “You will remain in that position for twentyerons,” he said.
* * *
Zamek guidedLayla through the crowded corridors of theTammusha. He was holding her by the back of her neck, marching her through the ship like a prisoner. He’d instructed her to appear as subdued as possible during their walk to the hangar, but he supposed after being spanked to tears, fucked thoroughly, and then restrained in manacles, she didn’t have to try very hard. She looked the part of a scared captive.
Warriors stopped to stare as they navigated the halls. No one dared to speak to him though. Probably due to the murderous look on his face. He kept his expression hard and occasionally gave Layla a push, though he was careful not to truly hurt her.
Relief filled him when they reached the hangar and his airship came into sight. He ushered Layla aboard and buckled her into a seat. Zamek wished he could remove her manacles now and give her a tender kiss, but he couldn’t risk the pilot witnessing such an act.
At least they were close. At least he would get her to the safety of his home by this evening. The Sumlin District council would likely balk at his failure to kill Layla and question his motives. But if he took her directly to his home without registering her as a slave—as was legally required for all humans now arriving on Kall—they would have even more cause to question his decisions.
Walking her through town in manacles would help keep her safe, as there would be many witnesses to verify that he wasn’t treating her as an equal. Though it would pain him to do so, he would occasionally push her and grab her hair during the walk to the slave office.
But once he got her home, he intended to spend the rest of the day holding her and comforting her. He hoped she would truly understand the necessity of what he was about to do.
The pilot turned to speak to him, and Zamek caught Layla looking up.
He tugged on her hair. “Eyes down, slave, unless you want another whipping.”
She whimpered and immediately dropped her eyes to the floor. His heart clenched at the sight of her lower lip wobbling.Fluxx, he hated this. But the pilot couldn’t be trusted.
“Head for the landing pad nearest to the slave office in Sumlin,” Zamek directed the pilot. “Once we complete our business there, you will take us to my home on the mountainside.”
“Yes, General.” The pilot spun around and pressed at the controls.
A moment later, the airship lifted in the air and sped out of the hangar, over the skies of Sumlin District.
Zamek had never imagined returning home with Shessema’s body in tow. His chest tightened with grief, but he was starting to come to terms with her passing. It had been a horrible tragedy and he would miss her forever, but he sensed her acceptance of Layla, and he sensed her approval of his plans to keep the little human and protect her, no matter what he must do.
He treasured the vision he’d had of Shessema in the afterlife, and whenever he remembered the last time he’d prayed over her body, peace settled in his soul.
I’m bringing you home, wife. I’m sorry. Ancient gods, I’m so sorry. But I’m bringing you home where you belong.He closed his eyes briefly, praying Shessema could hear his thoughts.
Now that the auction had ended, the streets in Sumlin were mostly clear, which brought him great relief. The last thing he wanted was an audience to gather outside the slave office as he processed Layla inside. News of Shessema’s death had likely already spread to Sumlin, as well as the events that had transpired in the courtroom. Anyone who saw him marching Layla down the street would know who she was in an instant—the wife of a human murderer and member of the rebel cause on Earth. Most wouldn’t see her as a person. Most would view her as an abomination that needed to be destroyed.
More reason to make her my wife.
Marrying her would afford her the ultimate protection.
He was determined to make it happen one day.
The airship descended with a gentle hum and landed within sight of the slave office.
“We will return soon,” Zamek said to the pilot as the hatch lifted. “Come along, slave.” He jerked Layla out of the vessel and walked her rapidly toward the building, anxious to get her inside. The sooner they completed this distasteful business, the sooner they could reach the safety of his home.
A handful of passersby paused in the street, but thankfully they moved along once Zamek pushed Layla into the slave office. He peered out the window of the building, cursing their curiosity, and breathed a sigh of relief when they all moved along.
Aside from the official at the counter, the slave office was empty. Zamek dragged Layla forward and pushed down on her shoulder once they reached the counter.
