Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Rone woke in the same position he’d fallen asleep in, buried deep inside his pet’s ass, hard and almost desperate for relief.
He started thrusting even before he fully awakened.
The slender body in his embrace yielded beautifully to him.
After a mere moment of stiffening, a sudden awareness perhaps of what was happening, the human relaxed and remained accommodating while Rone took his pleasure.
It had been a while since Rone had found release in another’s body—not since the marathon of fucking he’d pursued with his house brother’s pet, Mac, in a futile and mindless effort to chase away his grief.
He’d ultimately failed in his quest and had only managed to make Mac sick and miserable.
He wasn’t proud of his actions then and wasn’t particularly proud of them now.
He only knew that he had to mark the boy as his and that his initial intent to do no more than what duty required had fled from the moment he’d first breached this new pet.
Mother, the human proved tight, yet welcoming—cool on the outside but hot on the inside.
Rone must have come a dozen times during the sleep cycle, waking periodically to drill fast and hard for another climax before falling back into slumber once more.
Each time, the boy had awakened—of course he had—but while Mac had always resisted Rone on some level, this one surrendered completely.
Rone hooked one leg across the boy’s body to anchor him more firmly against his pelvis so he could slam his cock balls-deep into the wet heat.
He groaned as his latest orgasm ripped through him.
All of his pent-up need shot out of his body, and still he thought he could stay buried as he was for a long time.
He lay panting heavily as his heart raced and his breath labored.
The human quivered a bit, making no sound, although Rone could detect an agitation in the boy.
Rone splayed his hand over his pet’s abdomen.
There was so little flesh on the boy that he was concave, his hip bones jutting out.
The fucker Arpell obviously hadn’t fed the human enough.
That had been evident the way the boy had attacked the water and meager food Rone had provided.
No matter. Rone would fatten him up a bit.
What he did with him after that was a problem he wasn’t ready to solve.
He had more important things on his mind.
The quivering increased. “What is the matter?” he asked more harshly than he intended.
The body in his arms shimmied from head to toe. Rone recognized it came from fear. He also figured he knew what the problem was, so he carefully disengaged his dick from its warm, comfortable place then released the boy. “Go. Relieve yourself and wash.”
His pet only hesitated for a second before springing from the sleeping platform. “Yes, master.”
The human headed straight for the en suite that came with what served as luxury accommodation on this station.
Obviously, the human had lived with Arpell, and possibly with other Travians, long enough to know his way around.
Rone wondered how the boy had ended up being a pet.
As far as he knew, the only sanctioned human pets were the miscreant boys on the disputed planet—boys like Mac.
If this boy was one of those, how would Arpell have gotten his hands on him?
The other pets were on Narith’s ship, except for one he knew that was on Outer Ring Station Twelve.
He should probably ask the boy at some point, although the answer didn’t matter.
Rone had a mission to complete, and he wouldn’t be leaving this station until he’d done so.
With that internal reminder of why he was there, he rolled off the sleeping platform and headed over to the processor.
He called up a simple breakfast for three and wasn’t surprised when both Preen and the human entered the chamber just as Rone laid the food and drink out in the dining area.
Preen, as usual, wore nothing. The companion had laughed off the idea of clothing, and its fur covered up whatever there was to see.
Rone wasn’t sure exactly what that would be, as Preen had also laughed at the idea of having a gender.
Preen’s species was neither male nor female.
It reproduced by parthenogenesis, although Preen had yet to bother to do that.
It seemed very content to stick by his side and help him with his mission.
The human’s nudity was a different matter.
Naked and flushed pink from his bathing, the boy proved very enticing, enough that Rone’s dick started to rise, despite his recent climax.
But his pet stood hunched in on himself, obviously uncomfortable being on display, although not trying to hide the soft sex hanging placidly between his legs.
Arpell had likely beaten any such inclination out of him.
Rone bet the human was also cold. The boy’s cock had shrunk and his balls were snug against his body.
Not that the pet had gotten hard at any time while in Rone’s embrace.
That knowledge bothered him, for some reason.
He hadn’t worried about bringing Mac any pleasure as he’d used the boy’s body.
Of course, back then, he’d used sex as a petty weapon against his house brother, a stupid game born of dishonorable jealousy.
The pet’s feelings hadn’t even registered in his mind as a consideration.
Later, in his grief, he still hadn’t cared about anyone except himself.
Nothing to be done about it now, and castigating himself accomplished nothing.
Still, he could make this new boy’s life somewhat better.
Rone stood up and gestured toward the pathetic pile of clothing the boy had placed on the table. “Dress, then eat.”
He didn’t wait for a response, simply strode past the two pets and into the bathing chamber.
He ignored the speculative look Preen gave him.
That creature was getting too much glee out of the unexpected situation.
Bathing quickly, Rone returned to the main chamber and threw on his clothing.
The simple black leather tunic and pants suited him.
Gone was the stiff formality of a uniform or even the breezy comfort of home wear.
This new look helped him remember that he was no longer the son of a high-born family in the highest caste, a male destined for a good match and a stellar career.
He was simply a soldier working to protect his species’ way of life.
Once dressed, he joined the others in the dining area.
Preen sat on its haunches, stuffing its small face.
The creature could eat as much as three grown males, yet it never got any bigger.
The human sat back on his heels, his worn clothing hanging from his skinny frame, quietly nibbling on a piece of blan.
His gaze remained fixed on a spot on the floor in front of him.
Rone had ordered the relatively sweet bread specifically because he remembered Mac eating it with some relish, and this boy seemed to have enjoyed it, too, the previous night.
He saw that a healthy amount of water had been consumed, which was good, but Rone thought the kid probably hadn’t eaten very much.
Too afraid, maybe, of taking food away from his master.
Rone gestured to Preen. “How much has he had to eat?”
“Not enough. He doesn’t say anything, either.” No surprise there. The human either thought Preen incapable of understanding him, or he was afraid of getting in trouble for speaking out of turn. “He also appeared to be sore when he sat. I wonder why that is?” Preen smirked at Rone.
“Fuck off,” Rone retorted without heat, then stuffed some blan in his mouth. “You know I didn’t have a choice.”
“Tell that to the boy. I’m sure he’ll understand.”
Rone glared at his companion for a moment before returning his concentration to his own food. Damn, he didn’t need Preen to act as his conscience. Rone already felt guilty enough as it was. He pushed a plate of fruit abruptly toward the human, startling him.
“Eat this,” he said, forcing his voice to be calm and gentle. No sense in scaring the kid in an effort to be kind. “And more blan. This,” he clarified by gesturing toward the bread. “You are too thin.”
“Yes, master,” the boy replied in a low voice and picked up some fruit. “I’m sorry, master.”
Preen grinned around his mouthful of food at Rone and gestured with one hand. “Good job. You’ve got him apologizing for being starved half to death.”
“Not. Helping.”
Rone watched the human eat while mindlessly shoving food into his own mouth, until he saw the boy’s chest start to rise and fall in a more labored fashion.
Gauging that meant the pet was getting overly full, Rone put a stop to it.
If he didn’t watch out, this new pet of his might hurt himself in a quest to please Rone.
“Enough,” he said quietly. The human instantly dropped his hand away from the food. “Too much too fast will make you sick.”
“Yes, master.”
Mother of them all, this pet had been cowed brutally by Arpell, not that Rone should be concerned about that.
After all, the last thing he needed was some kind of rebellious pet he had to keep track of and discipline.
This docile boy would at least stay out of his way and not foul up the mission.
Rone should be pleased by that. He frowned down at his handful of food. For some reason he just wasn’t.
“What’s your name?” He barked out the question without thought.
The human flinched as if he’d been struck. “F-Frey, master.”
“Frey?” A strange name, although he supposed Travian names sounded weird to other species. “Is that a common human name?”