didn’t care. She didn’t care that she was being a naughty girl who was making a mess everywhere, she just wanted to find the end of that feeling…
When it came, it swallowed her completely. Her mind stopped racing, though her hand did not. For a second there was a complete stillness as if time itself had stopped and she was the only one in the universe. Her with that feeling, suspended forever. Then it crashed through her, from her mind down through her chest, stiffening her nipples even more. To her core that tightened and released and tightened and released, to her thighs that shook, to the very tips of her toes that curled and uncurled. And she screamed. A terrible, undignified scream that no proper woman would ever emit but she didn’t care because now her body was falling, falling through the thick and jagged pleasure that in turn ripped through her like soft velvet on a speeder.
When her body, mind, and self finally came back together in the room, she found herself in the very embarrassing position of being completely naked and wide-legged in front of the two men staring at her. The blush returned to her face and the shame to her body and she looked away, hardly able to believe what she’d done to herself in front of the two strangers.
“It’s always quite an awakening,” the doctor said quietly.
Daz looked at Hawk, who was nodding. Something had changed in his eyes. They were… hungry now. She looked away, unable to bear the heat of his gaze. Somehow she knew what he wanted. Hawk was hungry for his bride.
Chapter Nine
Zaer stood in the silence of the lift as it whizzed by the floors. The day had been a long one and she had only one more errand before she could tend to herself. A pulse of guilty pleasure flooded through her. The woman she’d inspected and found broken, Daiea, had already been sent down below decks to begin her service. She’d gone quite willingly, as most of the women did once they were introduced to the baser pleasures of the flesh. Few of them had the wits to realize they would never enjoy any of the benefits of sisterhood again. But that was probably for the best.
Zaer felt the lift slowing and closed her eyes briefly in preparation for this last task. Inevitably someone would come to her with some small trifle asking to have it solved. She would have to work hard to keep her temper in check. As the lift slowed to a stop, the doors slid open with the quietest whoosh of sound. Zaer breathed in just a little deeper, savoring the wet female scent she so enjoyed.
“Sister Zaer.” The attendant at the desk got up immediately and bowed down on one knee.
“Yes. I’m here to see the latest one. Daiea, I think her name is.”
“Yes, sister. Of course,” the woman said, rising and picking up her light tablet. She scrolled down a list until she came to the name she was looking for. Once she’d found it, she motioned for Zaer to follow her and took the lead down one of the narrow, bright corridors with doors on either side.
Rough grunts and faint screams drifted through the halls. Not from the corridor they were in but from some other one much farther away. Zaer had given the order to place Daiea as far away from the others as possible. The sounds and smells could often be scary for a newcomer. The attendant stopped at the last door at the end of the corridor.
“She is in here. Far away from the others, as you asked.”
“Good,” Zaer said, passing a hand over the lock until she heard the faint click of it opening. “Bring me one that is mostly tame. One of the older ones maybe but with a good thickness. Best to stretch her well right away.”
“Yes, sister,” the attendant said and bowed slightly before scurrying off.
Zaer looked through the small window in the door to see Daiea seated on the edge of her bed. She stepped inside.
“Hello, ma’am,” Daiea said, standing up and dropping to a knee as the attendant had done.
“Good evening, Daiea,” Zaer said,
When it came, it swallowed her completely. Her mind stopped racing, though her hand did not. For a second there was a complete stillness as if time itself had stopped and she was the only one in the universe. Her with that feeling, suspended forever. Then it crashed through her, from her mind down through her chest, stiffening her nipples even more. To her core that tightened and released and tightened and released, to her thighs that shook, to the very tips of her toes that curled and uncurled. And she screamed. A terrible, undignified scream that no proper woman would ever emit but she didn’t care because now her body was falling, falling through the thick and jagged pleasure that in turn ripped through her like soft velvet on a speeder.
When her body, mind, and self finally came back together in the room, she found herself in the very embarrassing position of being completely naked and wide-legged in front of the two men staring at her. The blush returned to her face and the shame to her body and she looked away, hardly able to believe what she’d done to herself in front of the two strangers.
“It’s always quite an awakening,” the doctor said quietly.
Daz looked at Hawk, who was nodding. Something had changed in his eyes. They were… hungry now. She looked away, unable to bear the heat of his gaze. Somehow she knew what he wanted. Hawk was hungry for his bride.
Chapter Nine
Zaer stood in the silence of the lift as it whizzed by the floors. The day had been a long one and she had only one more errand before she could tend to herself. A pulse of guilty pleasure flooded through her. The woman she’d inspected and found broken, Daiea, had already been sent down below decks to begin her service. She’d gone quite willingly, as most of the women did once they were introduced to the baser pleasures of the flesh. Few of them had the wits to realize they would never enjoy any of the benefits of sisterhood again. But that was probably for the best.
Zaer felt the lift slowing and closed her eyes briefly in preparation for this last task. Inevitably someone would come to her with some small trifle asking to have it solved. She would have to work hard to keep her temper in check. As the lift slowed to a stop, the doors slid open with the quietest whoosh of sound. Zaer breathed in just a little deeper, savoring the wet female scent she so enjoyed.
“Sister Zaer.” The attendant at the desk got up immediately and bowed down on one knee.
“Yes. I’m here to see the latest one. Daiea, I think her name is.”
“Yes, sister. Of course,” the woman said, rising and picking up her light tablet. She scrolled down a list until she came to the name she was looking for. Once she’d found it, she motioned for Zaer to follow her and took the lead down one of the narrow, bright corridors with doors on either side.
Rough grunts and faint screams drifted through the halls. Not from the corridor they were in but from some other one much farther away. Zaer had given the order to place Daiea as far away from the others as possible. The sounds and smells could often be scary for a newcomer. The attendant stopped at the last door at the end of the corridor.
“She is in here. Far away from the others, as you asked.”
“Good,” Zaer said, passing a hand over the lock until she heard the faint click of it opening. “Bring me one that is mostly tame. One of the older ones maybe but with a good thickness. Best to stretch her well right away.”
“Yes, sister,” the attendant said and bowed slightly before scurrying off.
Zaer looked through the small window in the door to see Daiea seated on the edge of her bed. She stepped inside.
“Hello, ma’am,” Daiea said, standing up and dropping to a knee as the attendant had done.
“Good evening, Daiea,” Zaer said,
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