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Baronet Sin’estor puffed up his narrow chest.
“Of course! No seed of mine would make a lowly female! Very well, I’ll go first.”
Iyanna felt Dra’vik stiffen beside her and she could see the uncertainty on his face.
“That little female is strapped to the table, about to have every male in this damn place inside her,” he growled. “It’s not fucking right!”
“It’s a breeding party—you can’t stop it now!” The voice was the same girl with pink skin and yellow hair who had told them about the fondle-mush earlier. She had scooted over so that she was sitting right beside Iyanna. Her Master must be one of the Lix’dorian males lining up behind Baronet Sin’estor who was preparing to take the pleasure slave, Iyanna thought.
“Why can’t we stop it?” Dra’vik demanded.
“Why…because she’s already been given the rapid ovulator shot,” the girl said, frowning.
“So? What does that mean?” the big Drake growled.
She looked at him with wide eyes, as though she couldn’t believe anyone could be so stupid.
“Why, it’s a shot full of hormones to make her latest batch of eggs come down, of course. We Lix’dorian females release eggs in batches of five to ten at a time,” she added, apparently deciding to explain. “And once a female’s eggs come down, she must be bred—it’s terribly painful for her if she’s not.”
“More painful than being bred by a whole roomful of strangers?” Dra’vik demanded.
“Oh, yes!” The girl nodded emphatically. “You see, in the case of rapid ovulation, the eggs must be bathed in the seed from many males to ease the female’s pain and soothe her need to be bred.”
At that moment, as though to emphasize her words, the pleasure slave started moaning and backing to meet the man who was thrusting inside her. (Baronet Sin’estor had apparently already finished while they were talking. Thank goodness, Iyanna thought, because she didn’t need to see him fucking—even the thought was disgusting.)
But even though it wasn’t the repulsive Baronet doing the breeding, the sight at the front of the banquet hall was still disquieting. Though she was manacled to the table, it was clear the pleasure slave was no longer unwilling—the drugs in her system wouldn’t allow her to be. And she was extremely vocal about what she needed.
“Fill me, please, my Lord!” she was begging. “Fill me with your seed—thrust your shaft deep inside my cunt and swell my belly with your cum! Make a baby in my womb!”
Watching this scene might normally have horrified Iyanna, but at the moment, thanks to the fondle-mush, she was feeling the same need the pleasure slave was.
“Please, Dra’vik!” she moaned breathlessly, rubbing her bare breasts against his side appealingly. “Please, I need you!”
“No—I told you, I’m not gonna breed you,” he growled sternly. “I’d be no better than those fuckers in line if I took advantage of you right now, little girl.”
Desperately, Iyanna looked around for something to distract her from the growing need but her eyes just kept returning to the pleasure slave on the breeding table. She was still arching her back and moaning steadily as, one after another, the Lix’dorian males took turns pumping deep inside her and filling her with their seed. Others fondled her breasts as they waited their turn, tugging and twisting her nipples and making her moan even louder.
Iyanna frowned as she watched this spectacle. Was the girl’s lower belly getting rounder? What was happening?
“What’s happening to her? Is she gaining weight?” Dra’vik demanded, voicing her questions aloud.
“Oh, no.” The Lix’dorian girl shook her head. “It’s just that as each egg becomes fertilized, it rapidly grows a protective sheath about the size of your fist. Well, my fist anyway—not yours, my Lord,” she added, nodding at Dra’vik huge hands. “Anyway, the chemicals they injected her with, cause the sheath around each egg to grow so quickly you can actually see it happening. Hence the way her belly is swelling as each male in turn impregnates her with their seed.”
She nodded at the Lix’dorian girl again, who was quite obviously pregnant by now, her full belly straining the fabric of the outfit she wore. Suddenly, there was a ripping sound and the material tore, allowing her swollen belly to appear like a ripe watermelon below her.
Iyanna stared at her in disbelief. Pregnant in a matter of minutes! Of course, conception back on Earth happened pretty quickly, but it wasn’t this obvious—this graphic.
But as horrified as she was at the sight, it still couldn’t distract her from her own need.
“Dra’vik, please!” she begged. “I don’t know what was in that mush, but it’s driving me crazy. I need you in me!”
The big Drake gave her a worried look.
“Little girl, you know I can’t—”
“Give her your seed, my Lord,” the pleasure slave beside Iyanna told him. “If you refuse to fill her pussy with it, you can at least let her suck it from your shaft. Even your pre-seed will help her overcome the worst cravings of the fondle-mush.”
