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STYX
Styx followed his new Mistress through the Flesh Bazaar docilely enough. He remembered being brought here months ago and his fury at being captured and told that he would soon be serving a Yonnite Mistress. He had sworn he would rip his new owner to pieces the moment she tried to take charge of him. He might be Kindred but he was also half Dae’mon—a savage race that didn’t tolerate being subjugated.
But months of having the Conditioning Helmet strapped to his skull had changed those views. Hewouldn’tkill his new Mistress, he had decided. But hewouldrun away the minute he got the fucking chance. The helmet might be able to keep his fury in check, but it couldn’t change his determination to be free and get back to his own ship.
Although to be honest, now that he saw his new Mistress, he was feeling inclined to hang around—at least for a while. She was a luscious little Elite with full curves, big, green eyes and soft brown skin. But even more than her appearance, Styx was attracted to her scent. To put it bluntly, she smelled fuckinghot—like she needed to be bred.
The females of his own people, the Dae’mon Kindred, also experienced this phenomenon—they went into Heat and had to get bred or die. That was what his new Mistress smelled like, Styx thought. Like she was deep in Heat and needed a male’s shaft in her soft little pussy.
But I want to get my tongue in her first—to help her open up,Styx told himself, watching as her large, juicy backside twitched deliciously and her full hips swayed as she walked in front of him. He had chemical compounds in his saliva that would help a female open for his shaft—plus he simply wanted to taste her. He hadn’t eaten pussy in a long fucking time—not for months—and he missed it.
The Kindred have a biological need to taste their mates but Styx wasn’t looking to Bond the little female to him. He just loved going down—loved the moans and cries of a female in the throes of passion as he pleasured her with his tongue—loved the taste of her honey as she rode his face and gushed for him. He wanted her hands on his horns, pulling him forward—wanted to hear her moaning his name as he sucked her clit and slipped his tongue deep in her honey well.
Styx was determined to get his face between his new Mistress’s thighs sooner rather than later. She was hot enough—she would let him go down on her—he was sure of it. And if she wouldn’t, well, maybe he would hold her down and take what he wanted—what theybothwanted, at least if the pheromones her body was putting out had any truth to them. Then, after he had tasted his fill of her and made her gush her honey for him several times, he would get the fuck off this planet and get back to his own ship.
He had a life to get back to, he told himself, and the little female with the bewitchingly curvy body and big green eyes didn’t figure into it.
5
KETHA
Ketha tried to ignore the way the big Kindred was looking at her as she started her shuttle. But since he was sitting right beside her in the passenger seat, taking up most of the space in the cabin, it was kind of difficult to do. Even more difficult to ignore was his wild, spicy scent which seemed to fill her senses.
“DNA verification required for start,” a mechanical voice informed her and a small sensor extended on a long arm from the control panel.
Ketha licked her thumb and pressed it to the DNA wand.
“DNA verification complete,” the mechanical voice said and the sensor’s arm retracted.
“Finally,” Ketha muttered to herself as the shuttle lifted off. She was still trying not to look at the enormous Kindred in the seat beside her.
But Styx wasn’t easily ignored.
“So where are you taking me, little girl?” he growled, staring down at her as she finally got the shuttle out into the nearest air-lane, which was marked with neon airflairs.
“Back home,” Ketha said shortly. She shot him a glance. “My Mother is gone for the day but when you meet her, you’ll have to be respectful or she’ll send you to the Dream Gas mines.”
“I don’t give a fuck about her—I’m interested inyou,”he growled.
“Well don’t be!” Ketha snapped.“Iought to be interrogatingyouto make sure you’re suitable as a body slave. What did you do before you were captured?”
“I was a trader,” he growled. “I specialized in finding and transporting hard to get items across the galaxy.”
“So you were a smuggler,” Ketha said flatly, shooting him a glance.
He shrugged.
“Call it what you want. I make a good living—or I made one, before your fucking agent captured me!”
“That life is over for you now,” Ketha told him. She was trying to speak like her mother did whenever she acquired a new servant from the Flesh Bazaar.
But the big Kindred wasn’t having it.
“I don’t think so, little girl,” he growled. “I’ve got business at the Ceinex Five Spaceport. There’s a dealer by the name of the Fry’nox there who’ll be waiting for the shipment I was supposed to bring him.”
“You’ll have to forget all about that,” Ketha said firmly. “I told you, that life is over for you now—you’re coming home with me!”
“Oh, yeah? And what are you going to do with me once you get me home?” he demanded, giving her a hot look from those golden eyes. “Are you planning to shove my head between your thighs and letting me lick you?”
