8 Thilar #2
“I’ve never seen one so close,” one said in Yikal, the most common tongue known across the far reaches of the galaxy.
She approached me first. Her hair was wrapped up in a strange, figure-eight style on the back of her head.
Her hand came up to brush my front, tracing every striation and contour.
“He’s just as big and strong as I imagined. ”
“Of course he is. They’re designed to be perfect.”
The other female stared, unblinking, licking her lips as her eyes drifted downward.
“Designed to be perfectly useful. But I did not think he’d be designed so handsomely.”
“Do you think all of him is as big as they say?”
“Let us see, then,” the other companion giggled, her fingers pulling the tie on the side of my sarong and prompting the fabric to fall from my hips.
She joined her friend in looking at me, linking arms with her. I stared blankly at the artificial scenery across from me as the females studied my physique. I wasn’t concerned over my size or whether or not they approved. All I was concerned about was getting through the time they paid for.
“Hmm,” the one with a loose braid pouted. “He seems disinterested.”
“Give him the tea.”
Both walked to the table filled with fruit and picked up a silver cup big enough for a single sip and walked it to me. Their expressions were mischievous and eager as one held it to my lips. That was the only time I truly looked them in the eyes and the small glimpse seemed to excite them both.
“Drink,” they said.
I gave a sideways glance to one of the shikari guards and he simply cocked his head, his finger on the activation trigger on his shock stick.
So, I took the cup from the female, and I gulped down the bitter contents. They both beamed at my willingness like it had not been forced on me and then returned to the mattress, sitting back on their hands as if to await something.
“Come here, you monster,” one said. “Let us get a better idea of how beastly you monrians really are.”
“It is forbidden for them to take a mate,” the other said, feigning a shocked gasp. “One must be approved by their clerics or priests so they do not muddy their genetics.”
“That makes it so delicious, doesn’t it? So naughty.”
My mind quickly became foggy. My blood began to race, hot and frantic. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath only to get a lungful of female arousal.
And my own.
My blood began to rush south, filling my cock with need.
I balled my hands into fists, trying to breathe through the artificial desire, but it didn’t take long for me to realize what they’d given me.
It was rukia. A tea brewed on one of the valerian planets.
It was meant to help their inability to breed like most other species were able to.
It was potent, even to a monrian. It heightened my senses in all the wrong ways.
It made my heart race and before long, my mind did not feel like my own anymore.
The longer I resisted, the more insistent it became until my cock began to ache.
Heat boiled in the base of my stomach, twisting and cramping in a way that begged for relief.
I could resist. I had been trained to resist. Pain. Torture. Isolation. Stress. Emotion.
But then Penny slithered into my thoughts like a serpent, finding the smallest space between madness and surrender.
If I did not perform now, Pek-Tol would find a way to take it out on Penny later.
There was a weakness in me when it came to her.
One that blossomed swiftly and unexpectedly.
One that Pek-Tol was going to exploit every chance he had.
I wasn’t careful enough…
The longer I was away from my people and our practices, the more broken I became and it mortified me. I should have been able to focus through it all. The tea. Thoughts of Penny. Everything.
Instead, I was falling victim to the primitive manipulations of that damned port. It started to strip me down to something… less. Something solely focused on one thing. Sticking my dick in something and fucking it until my mind and body were my own again.
Opening my eyes, the room had become painfully bright. So bright, I was almost seeing colors that weren’t there. There was a voice in my head telling me to resist and stay true to my monrian nature. Death before defilement. Another voice said that, to get through it all, I had to give in.
I chose to do the latter, knowing it would take another piece of my dignity away.
. . .
The tea’s effects had been overwhelming, but brief.
I stood in Pek-Tol’s office once more, my mind slowly coming back to me.
I felt more in need of a bath at that moment than I had before I walked into that room.
My body was sticky with dried sweat and other secretions I didn’t want on me.
Pek-Tol sat proud at his desk, smiling over the fact that the valerian sisters had sent him additional credits to secure me for another visit after they recovered.
He laughed about it and I stood tall, fury sinking its teeth deep and holding me back as if to say “there will be a better time to strike.”