was obviously getting
soft if her muscles were being this ridiculous. Maybe the single-minded
lovemaking had broken whatever his mating frenzy consisted of.
She pushed away from the wall and a different kind of
sensation drew a groan from her lips. Her pussy tingled and a slow burn of lust
uncoiled from deep within. Too bad it seemed to have stimulated hers.
She unlatched the door to the clinic and let it swing open.
The Valorian had cleaned up after his scan. She didn’t know if she was more
pleased or surprised. Just the thought of the tiger-striped man uncoiled a
heavy thrum of lust within her core. She huffed out a breath. Maybe another
round of hot sex would burn him out of her system.
Please undress.
She stripped without hesitation and folded the clothes
neatly. With a hefty sigh, she climbed onto the exam table.
Scanning commencing.
The scan began and she couldn’t help but remember a time,
forever ago, when this same program had saved her life. Bob’s voice droned on,
announcing comparison findings as it went. Most of the information hadn’t
changed since her last exam. So far, so good.
The lab console rose and she placed her palm against it. A
red light’s scan followed by rapid pinpricks and she was done. Her fingers
burned where blood still seeped.
Scan confirms muscular atrophy.
“Shit.” Kendra leaned back against the table and shook her
still-stinging hand. Too hard of a run, and none of her stretches. She should
have seen this coming. A light scan along her left foot was followed by rapid
pinpricks of pain. She clenched her jaw and a soft moan came from her throat.
The injections stung and burned, but relief of her muscles began almost
instantly. It wasn’t until the pain began to ease that she realized how much it
had actually hurt.
“Did you have a good rest?” His voice jerked her out of her
fugue. She cursed that he was able to sneak up on her, and fought off an
instinctive need to cover her naked body.
“Yes, thank you. Delightful.” She said the words through
clenched teeth. The last injection still burned. She gripped the side of the
table and tried to relax.
He stalked toward her, and Kendra wondered how anyone could
ever look away from such a prime specimen. The stripes continued down his body,
curving over rock-hard muscles. His pants left nothing to the imagination. Her
nipples hardened under his heated gaze, and she knew he could smell the rich
scent of her lust.
His knuckles caressed her cheek before walking to the end of
the table. A warm glow of pleasure burned in her chest. He ran his fingers
along her ankle, and Kendra’s traitorous pussy clenched. Those same fingertips
ran along the scars criss-crossing the bottom of her feet. In some areas the
scarring was so bad as to make the nerves dead. In others, light touches could
be agony. Long nights on her feet were hell. His gaze examined both feet, and
Kendra held up her chin, determined not to let him see her weakness, how much
she was ashamed of her scars.
“How did this happen?” He began gently rubbing where the
muscle still burned from the injection.
“Upon my parents’ deaths, I’d foolishly challenged my aunt
to a blood feud, single-armed combat. She accepted. And I lost.” She ran her
fingers along the rigid scar beneath her rib cage. Only superstition had stayed
her aunt’s hand from delivering a mortal wound. “My shoes were removed so that
my soul would wander in shame forever after my death. After they left me to
die, I cut the ropes and ran for my life. I tried wrapping cloth around my
feet, but the slimes made the trek treacherous. My feet were shredded by the
time I got back to the lab.”
“You were seven when this happened.” It wasn’t a question.
She nodded. Something burned deep in his gaze. A fierce light she’d never seen
before. His thumb pushed and rolled against the knots in her foot and she
groaned at the pleasure-pain. His fingers were working magic unlike anything
she’d ever
soft if her muscles were being this ridiculous. Maybe the single-minded
lovemaking had broken whatever his mating frenzy consisted of.
She pushed away from the wall and a different kind of
sensation drew a groan from her lips. Her pussy tingled and a slow burn of lust
uncoiled from deep within. Too bad it seemed to have stimulated hers.
She unlatched the door to the clinic and let it swing open.
The Valorian had cleaned up after his scan. She didn’t know if she was more
pleased or surprised. Just the thought of the tiger-striped man uncoiled a
heavy thrum of lust within her core. She huffed out a breath. Maybe another
round of hot sex would burn him out of her system.
Please undress.
She stripped without hesitation and folded the clothes
neatly. With a hefty sigh, she climbed onto the exam table.
Scanning commencing.
The scan began and she couldn’t help but remember a time,
forever ago, when this same program had saved her life. Bob’s voice droned on,
announcing comparison findings as it went. Most of the information hadn’t
changed since her last exam. So far, so good.
The lab console rose and she placed her palm against it. A
red light’s scan followed by rapid pinpricks and she was done. Her fingers
burned where blood still seeped.
Scan confirms muscular atrophy.
“Shit.” Kendra leaned back against the table and shook her
still-stinging hand. Too hard of a run, and none of her stretches. She should
have seen this coming. A light scan along her left foot was followed by rapid
pinpricks of pain. She clenched her jaw and a soft moan came from her throat.
The injections stung and burned, but relief of her muscles began almost
instantly. It wasn’t until the pain began to ease that she realized how much it
had actually hurt.
“Did you have a good rest?” His voice jerked her out of her
fugue. She cursed that he was able to sneak up on her, and fought off an
instinctive need to cover her naked body.
“Yes, thank you. Delightful.” She said the words through
clenched teeth. The last injection still burned. She gripped the side of the
table and tried to relax.
He stalked toward her, and Kendra wondered how anyone could
ever look away from such a prime specimen. The stripes continued down his body,
curving over rock-hard muscles. His pants left nothing to the imagination. Her
nipples hardened under his heated gaze, and she knew he could smell the rich
scent of her lust.
His knuckles caressed her cheek before walking to the end of
the table. A warm glow of pleasure burned in her chest. He ran his fingers
along her ankle, and Kendra’s traitorous pussy clenched. Those same fingertips
ran along the scars criss-crossing the bottom of her feet. In some areas the
scarring was so bad as to make the nerves dead. In others, light touches could
be agony. Long nights on her feet were hell. His gaze examined both feet, and
Kendra held up her chin, determined not to let him see her weakness, how much
she was ashamed of her scars.
“How did this happen?” He began gently rubbing where the
muscle still burned from the injection.
“Upon my parents’ deaths, I’d foolishly challenged my aunt
to a blood feud, single-armed combat. She accepted. And I lost.” She ran her
fingers along the rigid scar beneath her rib cage. Only superstition had stayed
her aunt’s hand from delivering a mortal wound. “My shoes were removed so that
my soul would wander in shame forever after my death. After they left me to
die, I cut the ropes and ran for my life. I tried wrapping cloth around my
feet, but the slimes made the trek treacherous. My feet were shredded by the
time I got back to the lab.”
“You were seven when this happened.” It wasn’t a question.
She nodded. Something burned deep in his gaze. A fierce light she’d never seen
before. His thumb pushed and rolled against the knots in her foot and she
groaned at the pleasure-pain. His fingers were working magic unlike anything
she’d ever
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