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“Felicitations on your successful mating,” the general superior said. “You are the first of our warrior breed to do so with a human female. She is able to accommodate you?”
Evangeline’s cheeks heated with embarrassment.
“Yes, General Superior,” Horas, as the higher ranking male, answered.
“She takes both your primary and lesser cocks?”
“Yes, General Superior, but not both cocks of each mate at the same time.”
Mortified, Evangeline tried not to squirm.
“A human anatomical limitation then, unlike the Szrok’hal females.”
How many holes does an Ahn’hudi female have?
“But,” Horas said as he held out his mate’s hand and pushed back the long, flowing sleeve to expose the finely scaled skin of her bare arm, “human genetics are much more malleable than the Szrok’hal.”
Did they choose me because my DNA is more plastic than some other species?Evangeline felt anger ignite.
The general superior leaned forward and peered closely at her finely scaled skin. He ran a clawed fingertip along her arm. Evangeline heard a low hiss and realized she was the one hissing.
The general superior withdrew his finger from her skin and leaned back. “She’s a fierce little thing.”
“Fiery, sir,” Sarus said, a faint hiss escaping. “We call her our little flame.”
“Do you think she could take a cock as large as mine?”
That time Horas hissed, baring his teeth. His crest flattened to his skull. The general superior bared his teeth in response. Sarus hissed, too, his crest pinned back. Evangeline’s mates closed ranks, putting her behind a solid wall of enraged male fury. Their tails lashed.
“Oolsh,” the general superior snapped. “I will not take your mate from you.”
Neither of the other two males relaxed.
“Your mate is in no danger from me.”
“You are yet unmated,” Sarus growled.
“I am,” the general superior replied. “I am considering taking one of the human females as my mate.”
“Human females are complicated, sir,” Horas cautioned.
Feeling goaded, Evangeline snapped, “And a human female might not wantyou.”
The general superior reared back in surprise. He turned his predatory glare toward her. From behind her mates, Evangeline stifled a shiver of fear, feeling very much like a mouse confronted with a hungry king cobra.
“Control your female,” the general superior ordered.
“I’m not a pet to be commanded,” she muttered in resentful defiance.
Spurred by the olfactory mixture of her fear and anger, Horas and Sarus bristled. They could not help it, even though they knew that in a fight against the general superior, one of them would surely die, maybe both of them.
“You are truly mated,” the general observed, his voice cool and calm. “Otherwise you would not dare defy me.”
“We are truly mated,” Horas hissed.
Poppet growled again.
“Ah, then I owe you apologies for the insult,” the general superior said, casting a curious glance at the carrier. “The human embassy reported that your mate is of the agricultural caste?”
