Page 22 of Hunted By Khor

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“Tell me what I don't know.”

“My sister. Lily. She's sick. Has been since she was twelve. Genetic disorder that's eating her bones from the inside.”

His fingers continue their maddening rhythm as I talk. Every few words I have to pause, breathe through the pleasure that builds but never crests.

“The surgery costs more than I'd make in three lifetimes. But the Mate Hunt...” I gasp as he adds a third finger. “The credits would save her.”

“So you sold yourself.”

“I traded myself. There's a difference.”

“What difference?”

“Selling implies permanence. Trading means both sides get something.”

His thumb finds my clit, and I nearly scream. But he just rests it there. Not moving. Just pressure.

“What do you get?”

“Besides Lily's life? I get... this. To be something other than responsible. Other than careful. Other than good.”

“You get to be primal.”

“Yes.”

He withdraws his fingers completely. I do scream then, at the loss.

“No! Please, I was answering, I was?—”

“Taste yourself.”

He brings his fingers to my mouth. I suck them clean without hesitation, tasting my own desperation. Sweet like he said, but also musky. Different than on Earth.

“You taste like mine already,” he says. “Your body knows who it belongs to.”

He walks to the thermal pool, leaving me standing there, empty and shaking. Starts removing his own coverings, what little he wears. When his cocks emerge, both fully hard, I make a sound that's pure need.

The breeding cock is massive. Ridged in ways that will destroy me. The pleasure cock beside it dances with those bioluminescent patterns, smaller but still substantial.

“Come here.”

I practically run to him. No dignity left.

“In the water.”

The mineral pool is hot, almost too hot. But it soothes the aches while making my arousal worse. Everything is heightened in the water.

He sits on a carved ledge, water to his waist. Both cocks visible above the surface.

“Kneel.”

I kneel between his legs. The water comes to my breasts, making them float. His hand tangles in my hair.

“You're going to use your mouth.”

“Yes.”

“On both.”