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“Oh, right.” The foreman looked up at him briefly. “Brother Severith, it seems your wife needs milking. Normally we don’t let husbands go early but a first milking can be traumatic so I’m releasing you for the rest of the day.”
“My wife needswhat?”Sev shook his head, confused. “What are you talking about?”
“Oh, didn’t your advisor, Brother Jonash explain?” The foreman looked confused. “Well, never mind.” He waved a hand dismissively. “Since this is your wife’s first milking, the Elders will send an Informational vid to your domicile. It’ll explain everything to you both.”
“It will?” Sev still felt bewildered. He kept wondering if he’d heard the foreman wrong. How in the world could Mia need to be “milked?”
“Sure it will.” The foreman nodded briskly. “Now go on—be with your wife. Women aren’t very smart and something new like this can often scare them.”
Sev clenched his jaw. He wanted to tell the son-of-a-bitch that Mia was plenty smart, but he didn’t have time to argue right now. It sounded like something strange was going on in the little white domicile they had been assigned to live in and he wanted to be with his partner to help her if she needed him.
So he simply nodded his thanks and left the hut, walking as quickly as he could. He wanted to get to Mia before anything bad happened.
He had no idea he was already too late.
THIRTY-SEVEN
MIA
“Shit!” Mia whispered, looking down at herself. “Shit, shit,shit!”
She was crouched in the bathtub with the skirt of her white dress pulled up so that she could manipulate the hairbrush she was using and try to make herself come at the same time. The top of her dress had been pulled down—it was already drenched and Mia didn’t like the feeling of the clammy fabric against her skin.
The hairbrush—which at least looked new and clean—was the only thing she had been able to find to “insert” into herself as Zellah had recommended. She was using the handle, of course, but it wasn’t long enough or thick enough to stimulate her properly. Also, the bristles at the bottom of the brush, which felt so soft to her fingertips, were scratchy against her swollen clit every time she thrust it inside her pussy.
That might have been what kept her from coming…or it might have been the overwhelming guilt she felt every time she touched herself. But Mia knew this was the only way to get relief from the nectar that was filling her breasts, causing them to swell larger and larger, so she kept on trying, though it felt like she was getting nowhere.
She had chosen the bathroom for this endeavor for two reasons—first, it was the only place in the house that wasn’t bugged. And second, the damn nectar that was leaking out of the porous Chastity Devices was messy and sticky. Mia felt like her breasts were covered in a thin layer of honey. She wanted to stop and wash it off, but she couldn’t—she was in too much of a hurry to get the nectar to flow out of her breasts before Sev came home—which could be any minute.
“Shit!” she muttered again, as she thrust the brush handle into herself with one hand and tried to stroke her swollen clit with the other. But every time she touched herself, a wave of guilt so strong that it nearly canceled out the overwhelming desire came over her.
Dirty girl—you dirty, filthy,sinfulgirl!whispered a nasty little voice in her head.How dare you touch your forbidden parts—those parts are only for your husband’s useand you know it!
Mia pulled her hand away abruptly as guilt overcame her. But the next moment the tingling in her clit and nipples grew so strong she felt like she was just about to come—ifonlythe brush handle was bigger and she could stand to stroke herself for even amoment…
Suddenly she heard the sound she’d been dreading—the front door of the domicile opened and a deep, familiar voice called,
“Mia—I’m home!”
THIRTY-EIGHT
SEV
Sev knew something was going on the minute he opened the front door of their domicile. There was a scent in the air he hadn’t smelled since he’d left his home planet—the scent of a female going into heat.
It was a phenomenon unique to female Dae’mons—part of their mating cycle and it usually only happened once a year. When it did, the clouds of pheromones coming from an affected female acted as a mating call to any unmated Dae’mon males in the vicinity. Unless, of course, she had already been marked by another male’s scent—as Sev had marked Mia. In which case, the mixture of male and female pheromones was like a loud and clear “Keep Away!” to everyone else in the area.
Some scientists had speculated that the female Dae’mon’s Heat Cycle was the reason they had developed the Dominant/submissive sexual culture. During a female’s Heat Cycle, shehadto be bred or she would overheat and expire—it was literally fuck or die. Which wasn’t usually a problem, as there was always a male around to help.
But sometimes a female’s brain chemistry would go into a heightened state of hyper-arousal, causing them to fight their cycle and refuse to be bred. In such circumstances they would only listen to a true Dom—one who spoke with authority—who ordered them to stop running and be still for the needed breeding.
Breeding was supposed to be a private thing but once or twice, when a female was fighting her cycle and running from her need, Sev had seen this happen. He’d watched as a Dom ordered the female in heat to drop to her knees—to hold still and spread her legs for his shaft. He’d seen the frightened female moaning and crying in pain and pleasure as the Dom had crouched behind her, gripped her hips firmly to keep her from escaping, and filled her pussy with his cock—giving her what she so desperately needed, though she didn’t want to accept it.
Usually after a few minutes of being deeply fucked, the female in heat would settle down and stop trying to escape. Sev had watched this too—had seen how a female finally submitted to her Dom by spreading her thighs wider and dropping her head to her arms. This raised her ass higher into the air and gave him better access to her pussy as he fucked her.
It was a signal of surrender—a sign that she wouldn’t try to escape the breeding she so desperately needed. Then the Dom could loosen his grip on her and concentrate on breeding her long and hard and filling her pussy with his seed multiple times in order to try and swell her belly with his child.
This “unwilling breeding” as it was called, wasn’t considered rape in Sev’s culture—though he was well aware of what the Kindred would think of it. But in Dae’mon life, it was a necessity. Otherwise the ten to twenty percent of females who lost their minds during their Heat Cycles, would die. It would have decimated the Dae’mon population and eventually, their whole species would have died out. It was considered a necessity which everyone just accepted.
