part of that long-ago adventure in this very hotel with a nameless eunuch sex slave. He hadn’t possessed half the appeal of Conan, her designated mate.
She tried to swallow it, but a sob escaped from her throat.
“What is it, little one?” Conan’s expression hinted at his concern.
“I cannot be a mate to you. I feel nothing. Nothing of what a woman should feel when her lover caresses her.” Suddenly it struck her how accusatory that must have sounded. “It’s not you, Master, but me. When they fixed me, they stole my youth with drugs. I’m as dried-up as an elder long past her breeding years.”
Conan smiled, as though relieved. He grabbed her hand and laid it low on his belly. “Here. Feel this.” It was a little square, barely noticeable to the touch. “What is it?”
“Testosterone. The hormone that drives a man’s desire. Without it, I would have very little if any interest in fucking. I would soon grow as soft as a woman. Before Pak Song prescribed this patch, I had already noticed changes.” Nebula rubbed her finger over the little bit of magic. “A miracle, then.”
“A miracle I will make for you, too, but you must keep it a secret. What I wear has been outlawed on Earth. It is accepted here for free eunuchs and those who service customers in the pleasure palaces. A ccording to Pak Song, distributing its equivalent for sterilized females is an offense punishable by castration or death in nearly every jurisdiction in the galaxy. It is allowed here only by license to the sex emporiums for their female sex slaves.” He stroked her belly, his touch gentle, soothing. “I no longer care about the Federation’s laws. Much of my pleasure comes from pleasuring my partner. I want you able to enjoy my lovemaking as much as I do.” Nebula would like nothing better, but she was skeptical. “How can that happen, Master?”
“I have managed to obtain a supply of the hormone, though you must not ask me how. I will begin by giving you an injection to return your hormone levels to normal. It will make you frantically aroused for a short time. A fterward, you will wear a patch as I do. Over this,” he said, cupping her mound where the hated tattoo proclaimed she bore the mutant gene. “To me, this seems the most fitting place.”
“Yes, Master.” Gods. It was as though he knew her mind and understood the emotional pain she had suffered since the examiners on Earth had marked her as defective. Conan somehow knew what to do and say, to wipe away the years of humiliation she had suffered and give her back her pride.
“Good. It is time, then. Come, I have booked a dungeon to ensure your pleasure and engaged the services of a eunuch sex slave to help me provide it. First, though, I will inject you with desire.”
Chapter Six
Nebula lay helpless on a frame with smooth leather straps that held her suspended, covered in buttery, soft leather, her hands bound above her head. Her legs lay strapped wide apart, and cool air flowed around her exposed, dampening cunt. A full feeling warmed her outer thigh, where Conan had injected the miracle hormone he’d told her would restore her sexual desire.
“I want you to watch, my beautiful slave.” Still wearing his white robe but without the uniform he’d had on beneath it when they met, he had stripped her naked again as soon as they had arrived in this small dungeon. Conan lifted her head and stuffed a soft bolster pillow under it. “The slave you see is Ulric. His purpose here is to join us in our quest for pleasure. Ulric, remove your robe. There is no place here for shame or reticence.”
With that, Conan stepped into Nebula’s field of vision and removed his own garment. Her cunt clenched at the sight of him, magnificently aroused, his cock glowing, a kaleidoscope of pulsating light. He stood by Ulric, whose natural cock paled by comparison though he wore an impressive array of jewels along its slender six-inch length. The slave lifted his shaft,
She tried to swallow it, but a sob escaped from her throat.
“What is it, little one?” Conan’s expression hinted at his concern.
“I cannot be a mate to you. I feel nothing. Nothing of what a woman should feel when her lover caresses her.” Suddenly it struck her how accusatory that must have sounded. “It’s not you, Master, but me. When they fixed me, they stole my youth with drugs. I’m as dried-up as an elder long past her breeding years.”
Conan smiled, as though relieved. He grabbed her hand and laid it low on his belly. “Here. Feel this.” It was a little square, barely noticeable to the touch. “What is it?”
“Testosterone. The hormone that drives a man’s desire. Without it, I would have very little if any interest in fucking. I would soon grow as soft as a woman. Before Pak Song prescribed this patch, I had already noticed changes.” Nebula rubbed her finger over the little bit of magic. “A miracle, then.”
“A miracle I will make for you, too, but you must keep it a secret. What I wear has been outlawed on Earth. It is accepted here for free eunuchs and those who service customers in the pleasure palaces. A ccording to Pak Song, distributing its equivalent for sterilized females is an offense punishable by castration or death in nearly every jurisdiction in the galaxy. It is allowed here only by license to the sex emporiums for their female sex slaves.” He stroked her belly, his touch gentle, soothing. “I no longer care about the Federation’s laws. Much of my pleasure comes from pleasuring my partner. I want you able to enjoy my lovemaking as much as I do.” Nebula would like nothing better, but she was skeptical. “How can that happen, Master?”
“I have managed to obtain a supply of the hormone, though you must not ask me how. I will begin by giving you an injection to return your hormone levels to normal. It will make you frantically aroused for a short time. A fterward, you will wear a patch as I do. Over this,” he said, cupping her mound where the hated tattoo proclaimed she bore the mutant gene. “To me, this seems the most fitting place.”
“Yes, Master.” Gods. It was as though he knew her mind and understood the emotional pain she had suffered since the examiners on Earth had marked her as defective. Conan somehow knew what to do and say, to wipe away the years of humiliation she had suffered and give her back her pride.
“Good. It is time, then. Come, I have booked a dungeon to ensure your pleasure and engaged the services of a eunuch sex slave to help me provide it. First, though, I will inject you with desire.”
Chapter Six
Nebula lay helpless on a frame with smooth leather straps that held her suspended, covered in buttery, soft leather, her hands bound above her head. Her legs lay strapped wide apart, and cool air flowed around her exposed, dampening cunt. A full feeling warmed her outer thigh, where Conan had injected the miracle hormone he’d told her would restore her sexual desire.
“I want you to watch, my beautiful slave.” Still wearing his white robe but without the uniform he’d had on beneath it when they met, he had stripped her naked again as soon as they had arrived in this small dungeon. Conan lifted her head and stuffed a soft bolster pillow under it. “The slave you see is Ulric. His purpose here is to join us in our quest for pleasure. Ulric, remove your robe. There is no place here for shame or reticence.”
With that, Conan stepped into Nebula’s field of vision and removed his own garment. Her cunt clenched at the sight of him, magnificently aroused, his cock glowing, a kaleidoscope of pulsating light. He stood by Ulric, whose natural cock paled by comparison though he wore an impressive array of jewels along its slender six-inch length. The slave lifted his shaft,
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