Almost all of the Alquon noble men and women were at their respective breeding couches by the time they came out of the antechamber and went back to their own bench in the center of the front row. The strangely androgynous attendants they had seen on Chandra’s video were there too, moving from bench to bench clad in their floor-length white coats. Their hair was uniformly short and their faces were coated in some kind of white makeup. The strange uniform completely disguised their sex.
Were they some kind of subclass here on Alquon Ultrea, Sarah wondered. Or were they regular Alquons dressed up in a specific costume for this night only? It was difficult to tell and anyway, it wasn’t the attendants’ appearance that ought to worry her—it was how sharp their eyes were.
Will they catch us? Sarah wondered as she and Sazar took their places on either side of the bench and stood stiffly, as the Alquons all around them were doing. How can we possibly get away with this when literally everyone in the room is watching us?
Because they were. She could feel the eyes of everyone in the room directed at them and there were murmurs and whispers as some of the Alquons discussed her and Sazar, none too quietly.
“That’s the girl—the one from the vid I showed you! Do you see how pale her skin is?” Sarah heard a girl several benches down from them whisper to her breeding partner.
He craned his head to look at her and Sarah pretended not to notice, though her cheeks were hot with embarrassment.
“She’s pretty enough, I suppose,” the Alquon male said after a lengthy inspection. “But her breasts are much too large. I mean, I like an ample bosom as much as the next male but more than a handful is too much.”
“Think how pure her babies would be though,” the girl whispered enviously. “I only wonder that The Lord Magnate isn’t breeding her himself.”
“Don’t listen to them,” Sazar murmured.
Sarah looked up quickly and noticed that he was looking at her, his face pale with anger.
“I…I wasn’t…” she began.
“They have no right to discuss you like that,” he growled softly. “If we weren’t in this situation I would never tolerate it. I am sorry Sarah—I should have taken you away from here the moment we realized how you’d be expected to dress. The Alquons demean and objectify their females—it’s clear to me now they would not make good trade partners, no matter how advanced their technology is.”
“It’s okay,” she whispered, reaching for his hand. “I was the one who wanted to stay. But what if…” She bit her lip. “What if you have to, you know, actually—”
“Don’t even say it,” Sazar ordered. “I told you, I won’t do that to you. Won’t take your greatest treasure here in this ridiculous display of public breeding.” His eyes softened somewhat and he cupped her cheek. “You deserve more, Sarah—so much more.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, her heart pounding. “But Sazar, what if…what if we can’t fake it?”
“We’ll manage,” he said and there was a finality in his tone which brooked no argument.
Sarah started to say something else but just then the door to the antechamber was flung open and The Lord Magnate stalked out onto the dais—like an aging rock star coming out on stage, Sarah thought. At once all the whispering and muttering stopped as everyone gave the Alquon ruler their complete attention.
“My people, fellow Alquons, welcome to you all,” he began, his voice ringing through the suddenly quiet throne room. “Tonight we have a special treat—a perfect addition to our Breeding Ball.” He flung out an arm, draped in dazzling white and gold, and pointed directly at Sarah and Sazar. “Behold—the pure one and her pair partner,” he proclaimed. “Sarah of Earth is the answer to our prophesy—
‘When the silver fingers…
Find the ivory mounds…
There you may be certain….
Pure blood abounds.’”
There was an awed hush for a moment and then the murmuring started again as everyone in the room looked directly at Sarah.
At first she didn’t know how she could bear it—she had spent a good part of her life trying desperately to go unnoticed. And now hundreds of people were staring at her and talking about her.
If this is what it’s like to be famous, I don’t like it! she thought. I wish I could sink through the floor and disappear.
Then she felt Sazar squeeze her fingers.
“You’re beautiful, Sarah,” he murmured in a low voice for her ears alone. “Don’t hang your head in shame—own your beauty. Let them see who you are—let them see your courage the way you let me see it the very first time you walked into my office.”
The big Kindred’s words were like a shot in the arm.
I can be brave, Sarah told herself. I ran away from the Compound even though I knew the consequences if the Controllers found me and took me back again. I ran from the only life I’ve known into uncertainty. And I had the nerve to interview for the job as Sazar’s assistant, even though I knew my resume was terrible and he would probably want to bite me. He’s right—I have courage. I can do this.
Taking a deep breath, she lifted her head high and fearlessly met the eyes of the curious Alquons staring at her and whispering. Let them stare! She would not be frightened or intimidated. She would not be ashamed.
At last the murmuring stopped and The Lord Magnate spoke again.
“And now for the decision you have all been waiting for. For this year’s Breeding Ball I will take Thessoly Tangood for my own breeding partner,” he announced.
There was an excited squeal from one corner of the room and a girl who looked young enough to be The Lord Magnate’s granddaughter ran up onto the dais. Her long hair was barely kelpy at all and her skin was such a pale green the tint was barely noticeable. Her gill slits and the webbing between her fingers were all but invisible.
“Oh My Lord,” she breathed, rushing up to bow low before The Lord Magnate. “Thank you so much for choosing me! I will do my best to conceive, I swear it!”
“Yes, yes, my dear. I am certain you will.” He tugged her breast chain absently. “Now then, as we are all assembled, let the breeding commence. The attendants will come among you to be certain all goes as it must. To begin, let us have a bit of cock worship, shall we?”
Cock worship? Sarah wondered. What in the world is that?
It didn’t take long for her question to be answered. All around her Alquon females were dropping to their knees before their males, who were opening their trousers to allow long, thick shafts to poke out.
“Oh…oh my,” Sarah whispered as she watched Chandra, a few benches down, lean forward and swallow the long, thin shaft of her breeding partner to the hilt. Did they expect her to be able to do that? Because there was no way it was possible. She’d had only passing glances at Sazar’s equipment but if she tried to swallow it all like that, she would surely choke. He was much too big!
“Woman, why are you not worshipping your male’s cock?” The cool, severe voice in her ear made Sarah jump in surprise. She turned her head and saw one of the white-clad, androgynous breeding attendants frowning severely at her.
“Oh, well…I just…” She looked up at Sazar for help but he was scowling. Clearly he was trying to think of a way out of this but Sarah was pretty certain there was no way.
“Well?” the attendant demanded. “What are you waiting for?”
“Nothing. I just…wanted to be certain I was in the correct position.” Instead of kneeling on the floor, Sarah settled herself on the end of the breeding bench.
The white-coated attendant scowled even more fiercely.
“What are you doing? Drop to your knees as the female who services The Lord Magnate is doing!”
“But I can’t,” Sarah explained. “My, uh, pair partner is too tall for me to reach him that way. Look.”
She reached for Sazar and for a moment she thought he wouldn’t come. He frowned at her so fiercely she was almost afraid. But then she lifted her chin again. They had to do this—there was no faking this part. Not with the attendant standing right over them. Besides, how bad could it be? She’d never touched male equipment before but from the few brief glimpses she’d had of the big Kindred’s, his was rather nice.
“Come on, Sazar,” she said coaxingly, tugging lightly at his trousers when he stayed stubbornly out of reach of her mouth.
“You shouldn’t have to do this.” His voice was a low growl.
“But I want to,” Sarah protested and knew that it was true. She wanted to taste him—to know him as he had known her the other night. “You put…put your mouth on me,” she reminded Sazar in a soft voice. “I…I just want to repay the favor.”
“But you shouldn't…” Sazar shook his head and sighed as Sarah pleaded with him with her eyes. “All right,” he said at last and stepped closer to the bench.
Tentatively, Sarah unfastened the magnetic tabs which held his trousers closed and reached inside. Something long and thick and hard met her seeking fingers.
For a moment she almost felt burned—he was so hot—hotter than she’d ever expected him to be. And so big too.
His skin was smooth and soft here, ridged by veins and his shaft seemed to pulse in her hand as she drew it out of the loose trousers.
“God,” she whispered, looking at it, half in fear and half in admiration. It was a good thing he’d promised not to put this in her tonight—she didn’t think her little virgin pussy could handle it. She ran her hands up and down its length and tried to circle the thick base with her fingers but couldn’t. He was huge.
A muffled groan from above reminded her that the amazing shaft she was exploring belonged to someone—namely her boss. She looked up quickly to see Sazar looking down at her, his eyes half-lidded and flashing from pale to red.
“Ladara,” he murmured. “Your soft little hands…”
“Are not nearly enough,” the attendant, who was still watching, declared, glaring as Sarah. “Well? When are you going to get started? You must take him in your mouth to worship him properly.”
“Oh yes—yes of course. I’m sorry,” Sarah murmured. She leaned forward, examining the broad, plum-shaped head which was darker than the rest of his shaft. There was a small slit at the top of it and a shining bead of clear liquid was welling from it.
Since there was no way she was going to be able to swallow him down her throat, the way Chandra had done with her breeding partner, Sarah decided to take a different approach.
Leaning forward once more, she put out her tongue and lapped away the little droplet. A salty flavor like the ocean filled her mouth and she felt her entire body respond. Her nipples were instantly hard and her pussy was suddenly liquid between her thighs.
Numalla, she thought, remembering what Sazar had said about females who make a lot of honey. Was a numalla also good at other things? Like licking and sucking cock?
Sarah decided to find out.
She swirled her tongue around the broad head, drawing a groan from Sazar. His big hands were fisted at his sides, she saw, and his big body was rigidly still as though he didn’t trust himself to move—or maybe he just didn’t want to hurt her.
She suddenly felt deliciously in control of the situation, despite the watching attendant. It was a heady sensation to know she had such power over the big, muscular Kindred—to know that she could make Sazar tremble with her touch.
She licked him again, starting at the base this time and dragging her tongue upwards, as though he was her favorite flavor of ice cream and she wanted to eat it all before it melted.
“Gods, Ladara.” Sazar’s deep voice drew her eyes upward. “Your sweet little mouth is so soft,” he murmured. “Love to feel you tasting me.”
Holding his gaze with hers, Sarah dared to take the entire broad head of his cock in her mouth. Licking and sucking, she worked the long shaft with her hands. She had no idea where she got the courage to act so shamelessly but somehow it seemed right…and felt deliciously naughty.
She’d never wanted to act this way before—for most of her life she’d been running from sex. But now she realized it wasn’t really sex she’d been running from—it was the abusive males she didn’t want to have sex with.
Sazar was different—she wanted him. Wanted to touch him and be touched by him…wanted to taste him as he had tasted her. His deep, male musk invaded her senses and she sucked harder, lapping at the tip to get more of his salty precum as she stroked his shaft.
Suddenly the breeding attendant was pulling her away.
“Enough!” he (or she?) proclaimed. “You will cause your male to spill his seed outside your pussy, which is sacrilege. You must not profane the ritual in this way.”
“Oh…I’m sorry,” Sarah gasped. “But how was I supposed to know? You asked me to worship his, uh, his equipment, so I was worshiping it.”
“You must not profane the ritual,” the attendant repeated. “Either through action or inaction.”
“Seems to me you’d better make up your fucking mind,” Sazar growled. “First you force her to suck me, then you say she’s sucking too much. What in the Seven Hells do you people expect from us?”
The white-faced attendant’s eyes flashed.
“We expect you to do as you’re told,” he or she snapped. “Now come—it is time for the breeding proper to begin.” He/she made an imperious motion to Sarah with one white-clad arm. “Turn over and lie face down upon the breeding bench. It is time to submit your pussy to your breeding partner's cock so that he may fill you with his seed.”
Oh God, here we go! Sarah felt a shiver go through her—a tremor of heat which started in her belly and moved outward. How were they going to fake this with the attendant standing right over them? But there was nothing they could do but try.
Taking a deep breath and shooting a silent look at Sazar, she turned over and laid face down along the padded breeding bench. Her breasts just barely fit through the oval hole in the upward curving end—clearly it had been made for girls with much smaller endowments than hers. She rested her chin on the padded curve and gripped the wooden cross-pieces which came off on either side, forming handles.
Then she spread her thighs.
When she opened herself she could feel a little breeze, like a chilly finger, invading the hole in the back of her breeding panties. Then the breeze was gone as Sazar stepped up behind her. Instead of a chill she felt the heat of his big body up and down her spine and especially between her spread thighs.
It suddenly occurred to Sarah that even though faking was better than actually doing the deed, the fact remained that the big Kindred’s cock was going to be awfully close to her unprotected pussy.
He would actually be rubbing against her and even though the breeding panties would hide the act, she would still feel his naked shaft sliding against her bare pussy lips—he might even slip inside her slick slit and rub right against her swollen clit. The breeding panties were tight and would hold him close to her as he thrust, simulating the breeding act.
It would be awkward to be so intimately close to her boss, especially in public with the attendant watching, but Sarah told herself she could handle it—could handle the feeling of his naked shaft rubbing against her bare pussy. She had to handle it, after all—there was no way they could get off Alquon Ultrea until the Breeding Ball was over and everyone thought they had participated in the ritual.
Soon enough, she felt his muscular bulk and the heat of his big body as he bent over her with his chest to her back.
“Are you ready, Sarah?” he murmured in her ear.
“Y-yes.” She stammered the word and her voice came out sounding high and uncertain in her own years. Sarah cleared her throat and tried again. “Yes,” she said more forcefully. “Yes, Sazar, I’m ready. You can…can breed me now.”
“Good,” the watching attendant said and motioned at Sazar. “Go on—thrust it in her, nice and deep. Fill her with your shaft.”
The sounds of breeding were all around them now—the low groans of males thrusting and the higher pitched gasps and cries of the females being bred by them. The slap of bare flesh against bare flesh and the creaking of the wooden breeding benches. But somehow Sarah managed to block it all out so thoroughly she could hear the low rumble of a groan behind her as Sazar prepared to take her—or at least, prepared to pretend to take her, she reminded herself.
His big, warm hand caressed her inner thighs and stretched the hole in the back of her breeding panties. Then something warm and broad and slightly slippery was pressing its way inside the hole in the gold lame' fabric and rubbing against Sarah’s outer pussy lips..
For just a moment the head of Sazar’s cock actually lodged just at the entrance to her pussy and she wondered if he was going to thrust inside her for real. If so, should she try to stop him? But how could she do that without being found out? No, if the big Kindred decided to fill her pussy with his thick shaft, there was nothing she could do but spread her thighs wider for him and submit to his fucking.
The thought sent a shiver of illicit desire through her and Sarah berated herself. How could she want such a thing? It was wrong to imagine her boss’s cock inside her pussy, thrusting deeper and deeper until he filled her with his seed. And yet somehow the mental image persisted, though she tried to drive it away.
After a moment of tense anticipation, Sazar pushed forward, though not inside her. Instead she felt the broad cock head parting her pussy lips and sliding deep within her furrow, rubbing against her swollen clit just as she’d imagined he might.
The jolt of pleasure Sarah got was beyond anything she’d ever imagined. Goddess, to think the big Kindred’s cock was rubbing against her open pussy! The very thought made her that much wetter and Sazar slid against her with ease, his hands tight on her hips as he pressed against her, for all the world as though he really was buried balls-deep in her tender pussy.
They went on and on like that until Sarah thought she was going to go crazy with pleasure and need. Though she knew it was wrong, it seemed her pussy was crying out to be filled and she could feel herself building to climax, though she knew it would be shameful to come on her boss’s cock.
“Oh,” she moaned, unable to help herself. “Oh, Sazar—yes…yes.”
“That’s right, sweetheart,” he growled in her ear as he continued to pump his hips, simulating fucking her. “That’s right, spread your sweet little pussy wide and let me get deep inside you.”
Sarah thought half-deliriously that they were putting on a damn fine show. Part of that was the fact that she wasn’t acting. Every stroke of the big Kindred’s cock against her open pussy pushed her higher and every time the head of his shaft accidentally came to rest against her pussy entrance, she wished he would enter her.
Everything might have been all right and they might have finished and gone back home to the Mother Ship without incident if only Sazar’s shaft hadn’t been so long. Unfortunately, it was—much too long to be contained by Sarah’s low slung breeding panties.
As he pressed forward, rubbing his hard, throbbing length against her swollen pussy, the flaring crown of his cock was protruding from the front of the panties, clearly showing for anyone who dared to lift the side of his robe and observe their progress up close.
Unfortunately, their breeding attendant dared.
“Here now—what’s this? What’s this?” the attendant demanded, pointing to the offending sight. “Stop at once and explain,” he/she demanded of Sazar. “Why are you not filling your breeding partner’s pussy but instead only rubbing against her?”
Sarah was panting at that point, with a mixture of pleasure and fear of exposure. The grike was looming large in her mind and she was certain the big Kindred was thinking of it as well. It didn’t help that when she looked around, it seemed that everyone in the room—including The Lord Magnate—was watching them.
“It…it’s a Kindred tradition,” Sazar growled at last. “We warm up our females first by rubbing against them. This enables a male to get his female wet and stimulated enough to take his large shaft. It also gives pleasure.”
“That’s very well,” the breeding attendant said sternly. “But I’m afraid the purpose here isn’t pleasure but breeding. You,” he or she snapped, pointing at Sarah. “Take off your panties. Yes, you heard me—take them off. I have to make certain your breeding partner’s shaft is going where it’s supposed to.”
In vain did Sarah try to protest about privacy—the strict attendant wouldn’t hear of it. He or she commanded her to take her panties off again and Sarah knew there was no saying no—not if they wanted to avoid the grike.
Can’t help it, she thought despairingly as she saw The Lord Magnate’s aquamarine eyes narrow as he stared directly down at them from the golden dais. There’s nothing else we can do. I have to take them off…and Sazar has to breed me for real.
With trembling fingers, Sarah slid down the golden breeding panties, leaving her pussy completely bare, completely defenseless. She wondered if it would hurt, trying to take the big Kindred’s massive shaft inside her—or if the excessive honey she made would help ease his entrance. She hoped desperately for the latter.
“Very good.” The breeding attendant nodded, clearly somewhat mollified when the panties came off. “Now,” she said to Sazar. “Let me see you put it in her—for real this time.”
Sarah glanced over her shoulder and saw the big Kindred giving her a look which was both unhappy and uncertain. She could almost hear his thoughts. Should he obey and fill her pussy with his cock even though he had promised not to? Should he take her virginity though he had sworn he wouldn’t? Would she hate him if he did this to her?
Sarah could see the indecision and self-loathing on his face and suddenly she wanted to reassure him.
“It’s all right, Sazar,” she whispered. “You can…can slide it inside me. I don’t…don’t mind.”
“But I swore—”
“Never mind what you swore,” Sarah murmured. “I swear I don’t want to end my night in the belly of a giant fish with teeth as long as my arms. Now come on—do it.”
He leaned over her and she felt the blunt head of his cock rubbing against her inner thighs.
“I’m only going to do it once, then,” he murmured, his voice hoarse and rough. “Then, when the attendant turns away, I’ll slide out again.”
“And get us caught? No.” Sarah shook her head. “No, you’d better just…just slide it in and leave it there, Sazar.”
“But I swore I wouldn’t—wouldn’t take your virginity and breed you,” he protested, even as he lined up the head of his cock to the slick entrance of her pussy. He was leaning over her as he did this, his deep voice no more than a breath in her ear.
“You can’t…can’t help the virginity thing. And it’s not really breeding,” Sarah insisted as she felt the broad head of the big Kindred’s cock slide into the mouth of her pussy. “Not if you just hold it there in place. Breeding would be if you moved back and forth and…and came in me.”
“I will certainly not do that,” Sazar growled softly. “Thrusting inside you would cause me to fill you will my seed.”
“Exactly,” Sarah whispered, biting back a moan as he pressed another thick inch into her naked pussy. God, he was so big she wondered if her little virgin pussy could take him—but she had no choice. He had to be inside her—the attendant was watching.
“I won’t fill you with my seed,” Sazar said again.
“No, of course not. But, well…just holding it inside me isn’t so bad,” Sarah panted. “It’s not…not really breeding—right?”
“I suppose…” Sazar still sounded uncertain but his cock had no such qualms. It was as though it knew exactly where to go as the big Kindred pressed slowly foreword, stretching her unprotected pussy with his thick shaft. There was a sharp little pain which made her gasp and tighten around him and then Sarah felt the broad head of his cock kiss the mouth of her womb.
“Oh, Sazar!” she couldn’t help moaning as he finally bottomed out inside her. “God, you’re in me so deep.”
“You’re so tight, Ladara,” he groaned softly in her ear. “Gods, your pussy is so tight and wet.”
But though he was in her deep, the head of his cock kissing the mouth of Sarah’s womb, he didn’t move but only held himself still inside her. She felt his big body trembling and knew he must be fighting with himself not to move, but he didn’t thrust, not even a little bit.
They might have finished the Breeding Ball and have gone back to the Mother Ship with only that one awkward intimacy between them and tried to forget about it. Sarah really thought they might be able to get away with it, since the breeding attendant had suddenly become busy with the couple beside them.
As she and Sazar dealt with their own situation, the Alquon male had been pounding into his breeding partner’s pussy and finally, with a low male roar, he finished inside her, pressing deep to fill her with his seed.
“Good! Very good,” the breeding attendant exclaimed. Coming forward, he or she produced something from the fold of those long white robes—it looked a little like a clear cork to Sarah.
As the male pulled his shaft free and the first dribble of cum started to slide out of his female’s freshly opened pussy, the attendant rushed forward and pressed the clear cork-like thing into the entrance of her sex. Sarah watched as the thing expanded, filling the Alquon girl’s opening while still showing the massive amount of cum left inside her pussy.
“There.” The breeding attendant nodded with satisfaction. “Not a drop spilled. Now, you know how it goes,” she said to the Alquon girl. “The stay-tight will dissolve after twenty-four standard hours but until then it’s going to hold all that lovely seed deep in your pussy and give it time to take root in your belly.”
“Yes, thank you, attendant.” The girl smiled as she climbed off the breeding bench with her partner’s help. “I pray I shall conceive.”
“May it be so, and may your child have blood as pure as our ancestors,” the stern attendant said, coming in Sarah’s estimation, dangerously close to smiling.
But when the happy couple left, the attendant turned back to Sazar and Sarah and frowned.
“Well, I see you’ve put it in her at least,” the attendant remarked, motioning to the place where the big Kindred was buried to the hilt in Sarah’s pussy. “But why are you just holding still? Breed her! Go on—do your duty! Breed your partner and shoot your seed deep in her pussy!”
Oh God… Sarah bit her lip and looked over her shoulder at Sazar again. He had a troubled look on his face and she knew he was torn up inside about actually doing this. He didn’t want to hurt her—didn’t want to break yet another promise.
But again they had no choice.
“Just…just do it,” she told him in a soft, breathless voice. “You’re already inside me, Sazar. Inside my…my pussy. I guess it won’t hurt if you slide in and out a few times.”
“Sliding in and out is breeding,” he pointed out, even as he slid his long shaft out of her pussy until only the broad head remained inside her. “And breeding you is wrong. I’ve already taken your virginity from you which I swore not to do.” He thrust back in again, as though to emphasize his words.
“You also promised not to let me get eaten by the grike,” Sarah whispered, trying not to moan at the delicious sensation of his thick shaft stretching her to the limit. “You’re not the only one involved here, Sazar. But…I don’t think we have any choice. Maybe you can just…just do a few thrusts to make the attendant happy and then we can pretend you came in me and get out of here. Besides, I don’t think it’s really breeding unless you, you know, come in me.”
“You don’t think so?” He sounded extremely unhappy but he slid out and then back into her anyway, thrusting that thick shaft deep in her pussy until Sarah couldn’t help moaning with pleasure.
“Oh God, Sazar,” she gasped as he pulled out and did it again. “That feels amazing.”
“Feels good to me too, Ladara,” he growled softly as he did it again, setting up a steady rhythm inside her pussy. “Your pussy is the sweetest and the tightest I’ve ever known.”
“Feels right, doesn’t it?” the breeding attendant asked, nodding at Sarah approvingly. “Feels right to spread your thighs and let yourself be bred by your male.”
“I…I…yes,” Sarah couldn’t help confessing. “It does.”
“That’s good,” the attendant said approvingly. “Now keep it up—press back to take your male’s shaft and milk him for his cum. It’s the only way to get yourself a big belly.”
Pregnant by her boss…Sarah bit her lip at the thought of it. And yet, would it really be so bad, feeling Sazar’s child stretching her belly?
Sister Hope didn’t think so and look what happened to her. Father Caleb got rid of her as soon as she started to show, whispered a nasty little voice in Sarah’s head.
She pushed it away. I won’t think of that now. I won’t!
“Don’t worry,” Sazar whispered as he thrust inside her. “I’m not really going to come in you, Sarah. I swear I won’t.”
“But how can you avoid it? Coming I mean?” she panted back. “The attendant’s watching us, Sazar—he or she is going to expect to see your…your seed leaking out of me when we finish.”
“Sarah, I won’t—”
“Just do it,” she moaned, completely lost to all reason or shame by now. “We have no choice, Sazar. You have to—please.”
As she spoke she felt the peak of pleasure approaching again. Sazar’s deep thrusts were rubbing the top of her pussy against the padded end of the breeding bench and sending sparks of sensation through her throbbing clit each time she was pressed against it.
“I shouldn’t,” he groaned but even as he did, Sarah felt his already thick shaft swelling even more inside her. She gave a little cry as something hot spurted inside her.
“Oh…oh,” she moaned as the first spurt was followed by another…and then another and another.
Coming in me, she thought deliriously. Oh my God, he’s coming in me. If I’m not careful I’m going to get pregnant!
Then the pleasure overwhelmed her and she felt her pussy clench around the big Kindred’s shaft—milking him hard, as though her body wanted to get every last drop of his seed inside her.
“Sazar,” she moaned and everything seemed to blur for a moment as her orgasm took her and shook her—scrambling her senses with pleasure until she couldn’t see—couldn’t even think—could only feel.
The next thing she knew a deep voice was saying bitterly, “There—it’s done. I took what I had no right to take and finished inside her. Are you happy now?”
Sazar’s thick shaft slid out of her but almost before she could cry out from the intense feeling of emptiness, the breeding attendant was pushing something else in place inside her pussy.
What are they doing? Sarah wondered hazily. Then she remembered the clear plug-like thing the attendant had called a “stay-tight” which he or she had pushed into the pussy of the Alquon woman who had just been bred. She wanted to take it out again but she didn’t get a chance.
Sazar dragged her to her feet and held her firmly by the hand. He looked at the attendant, his eyes narrow and angry.
“We’ve done as you asked—are we free to go?”
“If you wish. But don’t you want to attend the Breeding after-party?” the attendant looked surprised.
“Under no circumstances,” Sazar growled.
“Well then, you might at least say your goodbyes to The Lord Magnate. It’s customary to do so before leaving the ball, even if your duty is fulfilled,” the attendant said.
“Very well.” Standing stiff and tall, Sazar waited until he caught the eye of The Lord Magnate, who was breeding the girl he had picked in a leisurely manner. Sazar bowed once, stiffly, and waited until the Alquon leader had nodded in return. Then he took Sarah’s hand and marched them through the rows of still-breeding Alquon nobles and out of the throne room.
“Sazar please…please, you’re hurting me,” Sarah gasped as he dragged her rapidly through the palace.
“Yes, I imagine I did hurt you—quite badly,” he growled, staring straight ahead. “As well as lied to you and violated you—and broke my oath not to take you. For that I can only ask your forgiveness. But there’s no time now—we must get out of here before The Lord Magnate changes his mind and decides he wants you after all. A male like that, used to getting his own way, won’t give up on what he desires unless it’s put well out of his reach.”
“But…But…” Sarah wanted to tell him she didn’t feel he had done any of the things he had accused himself of. But her head was still hazy from the aftermath of her orgasm and she could scarcely think he was pulling her along so fast.
Later, she thought. I’ll talk to him later—once we’re on the ship.
She just hoped he would listen and that she could find the right words to say.