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  Dar the slave wasted little time. “You want your slave to fill you?” he asked.

  A pulse of heat shot through Zaer at the gruff sound of the man’s voice. Her legs spread open widely as her hips bucked, her body desperate for its fate.

  “Yesssss…” The word was followed by a long exhale as Zaer readied herself for entry.

  At the very sound of the word, Dar grunted. Zaer felt his hand grab the hair at the back of her head and he yanked it so her head snapped to one side. She felt his cock touch the soft, wet folds and bounce at the sensation. With another roar, he thrust his hips forward, driving the full length of his shaft into the dark depths of her soft, tight cunt.

  Zaer sucked in a lungful of air with an open mouth. Her eyes shot open as the feeling of being impaled by the giant’s stiffness shot to her very core. Inch after inch of the cock she’d swallowed, tormented, and teased slid along her tunnel, spreading her and stretching her in a way she’d never imagined. As she felt the thing filling her completely, she moaned again. But just as she thought she couldn’t take any more, she felt the wet slap of the slave’s sack against her now drenched rear.

  The two stayed like that in silence for seconds that seemed like hours. Dar’s eyes had closed as he savored the sensation of being sheathed in the delicate wetness of his curvy abductor. Zaer felt herself throbbing around his girth as if her body were begging for his gift. Then he yanked her head so she was looking at him again. He stared deep into her eyes and she into his. He began to fuck.

  Zaer’s moans filled the room along with the sounds of flesh smacking against flesh as the massive man’s body thundered against hers. Her breasts flailed on her chest and the bed banged against the wall as Dar drove himself over and over into Zaer’s deepest place. Her climax was almost immediate.

  “Oh, oh, oh, oh…” she screamed as her body spasmed beneath him. Her cunt clenched at his cock as her nails clawed at the air then dug into his back. Her legs spread open even wider and her toes curled as the climax thrashed through her body.

  The hot squeezing of her organ around his brought the cum that had pooled at the base of Dar’s cock bursting through the length of his shaft and exploding onto the warm walls of Zaer’s tunnel. The two bodies writhed, fucking against each other and with each other as Dar delivered his precious gift deep into the woman’s belly, pounding it into her over and over and over and over…

  The sticky heat of his sweat dripping onto her body brought Zaer back to the room, back to Golan and back to the reality she’d let herself ignore. On top of her was a slave. Inside of her was his cock, which had just spewed seed into her body. A bolt of adrenaline shot through her body and she stiffened as the thought sank in.

  “Please, get off,” Zaer whispered.

  Zaer shot up from the bed and ran to a chair, covering herself in the robe that hung there. She felt the trickle of his seed run out of her and down the inside of her thigh. Her heart was pounding as the full weight of what had just happened began to press on her.

  The knock at the door was quiet, but not quiet enough to be ignored. Dar looked at Zaer. The only thing on her face was fear.

  Chapter Twelve

  “The message has come. The uprising is beginning.”

  The man behind the desk was smaller in stature than most of the men on Sernon. He stared up at Hawk, watching his reaction as the meaning of what he’d said sank in.

  “From… from Golan?” Hawk asked, unable to believe what he was hearing.

  “From Golan,” the man replied.

  “What? How? I mean, has there been a breach of security? What has happened that the uprising should begin now?”

  “The agent said there would be a moment of weakness in the chain of command. He did not reveal more for fear of being revealed himself. Communications are still not secure.”

  Hawk frowned. This seemed too soon. They’d only hatched the plan a few months ago. They only had two Tranquility ships and a handful of soldiers who could go and assist. The sisters would be well armed and trained. The only advantage he and his men could have would be the element of surprise.

  “Did he say anything else? Was there no other message?”

  “There was no other message but he will try to communicate again.”

  “When should we begin?”

  “Preparations have already begun. We will attempt to launch the shuttles tomorrow night. Have your men assemble at their stations when they are ready.”

  Hawk thought for a moment, then nodded at the man. With a quick salute, he turned around and walked out of the cramped office. As he walked through the maze of corridors back to the entrance, he tried to keep his thoughts focused on the task ahead. Assemble the men. Gather supplies. Come up with a plan. A plan? How could they plan anything? There had been almost no communication from their agent on Golan. In fact there had been times when they’d been certain he’d been discovered and taken like the rest of the men. Then, after long silences, they would get some scrap of information.

  Hawk had begun to wonder whether the agent had been discovered. What if he’d been caught and the women knew everything? What if they were the ones sending the messages and he and his men were about to walk into a trap? They had no way of knowing. Everything on Golan was superior to what they had on Sernon. The women had won the Dividing Wars and banished men to Sernon, keeping the riches of Golan for themselves and only occasionally arriving on Sernon to hunt for mates for their breeders.

  As he walked into the noonday sun, Hawk shielded his eyes from the jarring bright light. If he had to leave tomorrow he would have to have the claiming ceremony soon, whether Daz was trained or not. If something happened to him and they were not yet mated, her future would not be assured. But as his wife, the wife of a soldier, she would have the respect and assistance of the entire planet. Turning the corner, he broke into a run.

  * * *

  “What do you mean you have to leave?” Gana asked, unable to even comprehend where Hawk would be leaving to.

  “I can’t say any more. The only thing you can know is that I might not come back.”

  Gana’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open in shock.

  “What do you mean you won’t come back? Is it… are you running for the hunt?”

  “Gana,” Hawk said, sighing.

  “Alright, alright, you can’t say any more. I don’t understand but if you can’t, you can’t. So why have you come to me then?”

  “Because before I go, I want to mate her. I want to claim her so that if I don’t come back she will be taken care of.”

  Gana looked down, considering the proposition. “Of course. I understand. But have you trained her yet? Does she submit to your will?”

  “I have not trained her fully, but she understands what she must do,” Hawk replied, hoping the answer would suffice.

  Gana thought some more. “You know she must take a full tail before the breeding rite? If she hasn’t been sufficiently stretched…” Her voice trailed off, leaving Hawk to ponder the possibilities.

  “I am confident that she can.” His voice left no room for doubt.

  Gana smiled slightly. “Very well. You’ve been to see the doctor?” she asked.

  “Yes. There is only the claiming rite to be performed. I thought it could be done in the morning but before it happens you said that…”

  “Yes,” Gana interrupted, “of course, now I see. The mating lesson, that’s why you came.”

  “Can you administer it?” Hawk asked, his voice unusually insistent.

  “Of course. When?”

  “Now?”

  “Now. I will come to you. Give me time to gather a few things.”

  Hawk breathed a sigh of relief. “Gana. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome, friend.”

  * * *

  Daz was still perched in the position Hawk had left her when he’d been summoned. His training had awakened in her something that surprised them bo
th. Now that she knew that he was not a savage, that all men weren’t, that they were just different from women, that they thought differently and chose to live different lives, the shame of submission had vanished. Now that she knew all those things, there was something that made her crave submitting to him even more.

  Though her muscles had begun to ache from the position she was in, Hawk had told her to stay there until he returned, as a master would tell his loyal pet the same thing. Daz resolved not to let her master down. When he walked through the door, she straightened her pose even more, eager to please him.

  “Very obedient,” Hawk said, walking across the room and sitting down on the bed next to her. “I have news.”

  “Yes?” Daz asked, hoping it had something to do with him touching her again, the way he had earlier.

  “Before I can claim you in ceremony, we must take a lesson.”

  Daz’s brows rose in a question. “What kind of lesson?”

  “A mating lesson,” Hawk replied evenly. Daz felt a jolt of adrenaline at the word. “The council requires it. So that you are prepared for the ceremony.”

  Daz frowned, still somewhat unsure of what it all meant.

  The knock at the door got in the way of the question she was about to ask. Hawk stood and moved to the entrance, opened it, and stepped aside. Daz watched the woman step inside, place a small bag of items on the table, then walk over to her. Instantly, the shame that had evaporated was back. Seeing another woman standing in front of her, staring down at her naked body made her think she was back on Golan again where being displayed like this in public would be a humiliation she would never live down. Daz tried to cover herself with her arms and look away, but the woman just smiled and moved her arms gently aside.

  “Daz,” Hawk growled as Daz tried to keep the woman from touching her.

  “It’s fine,” Gana said, lifting a hand up in the air. “On Golan she would have gone below decks for something like this. It’s only natural that she feels this way when I am here.” Gana turned and looked at Daz. “Daz, my name is Gana. Hawk has told me all about you and I’ve come here to explain something to you.”

  Daz was soothed at once by the gentle tones of Gana’s voice. She looked up from the bed and out the corner of her eye at the woman. “That’s better,” Gana reassured. “You can trust me, Daz. The same way you trust him.”

  Daz looked up at Hawk, who was standing behind the woman with his arms folded. It was true. She did trust him. More than she’d ever trusted anyone else. She looked back at the woman, who was staring at her expectantly. Daz nodded slightly, letting Gana know she understood.

  “Good,” Gana said softly. “I’m here because there is a requirement, by our council of elders, that all women new to Sernon be instructed in how to mate before their claiming ceremony. It’s to make you as comfortable as possible. Do you understand?”

  Daz nodded her head again slightly, glancing back and forth between the two.

  “Excellent. I will go through the steps of the ceremony with you. So that you know what it will be like.”

  Daz looked at Hawk again. He was staring down at them and his cock had begun to rise. She felt the first blush of her own desire as she realized that he was becoming aroused just looking at her.

  “Alright,” Gana said, getting up from the bed where Daz was seated. Her voice stayed soft and calm as she spoke her instructions. “Daz, you’ll have to lie down on your back first.”

  Hawk nodded at Daz, indicating she should do as she was told. Daz leaned back slowly until she was lying on the bed, her feet still over the edge as they had been when she was seated.

  “Good,” Gana cooed, “now you’ll have to put your feet up. The same as you did at the doctor’s.”

  Daz did as she was asked, lifting each foot in turn and resting it on the edge of the bed so that her legs were spread open. She blushed at the shame of it, but didn’t have the energy to hold onto the feeling as Gana continued talking.

  “Hawk, it’s time for you to kneel.”

  The words tinged Daz with a gentle heat. Why would Hawk need to kneel? Wasn’t it she who was meant to kneel before him, her husband and master?

  Hawk furrowed his brow and Gana explained. “Yes, we understand who the master is here, but this part of the ceremony is a sign of respect. It is meant to symbolize that the woman’s submission is a willing one, one to be cherished and respected by the man.”

  Reluctantly, Hawk stepped forward and knelt down in front of Daz’s parted thighs.

  “Good,” Gana said soothingly. She stepped behind Hawk and put a hand on the back of his head. “The cleric will place a hand on the back of your head like so. Then he will press you forward.”

  Daz craned her neck to try to see what was going on between her legs. She saw Hawk staring back up at her with his piercing eyes as Gana moved his lips closer to her center. Daz felt a shiver of pleasure at the thought of what might happen next. Was Gana really going to… going to make him taste her?

  As Gana continued moving Hawk’s mouth toward Daz’s sex, he began to harden instantly. His mouth opened as her wetness got close and finally his lips locked onto her pussy, a hunger in his eyes that Daz could see.

  “Oh!” Daz gasped as the warmth and wetness of his mouth covered her folds. His tongue began gliding up and down her slit instantly, searching out her juices and devouring what it could of them. Daz kept her head lifted and stared at the sight of the giant man’s head between her legs, as the sensation of being devoured by him filled her body. Gana stood up, stepped around Hawk, and sat down on the bed beside Daz. As Hawk’s mouth continued its quest for her liquids, Gana whispered the next step of the lesson.

  “Then Daz, while your mate is feasting on your offering, two handmaidens will come on either side of you. They will be unclothed, like this.” Gana removed the thin fabric of her shirt, revealing her round breasts. Daz stared at them, unable to peel her eyes away. The soft feeling of climax had begun to build inside her as Hawk kept licking her pussy. Gana let her stare at her exposed breasts for a while before going on. “The handmaidens are there to nurse from you.”

  Daz gasped and stared at Gana, who smiled back at her kindly. Hawk pulled his mouth away from her, causing Gana to frown, lean over Daz, and push him back into place. He wrapped his hands around her thighs and went back to running his tongue up and down her soft slit.

  “I know it sounds strange but you will see that it is perfectly natural when it happens. Milk will flow from your breasts. It’s a part of the ritual meant to show our respect for the woman’s nourishment. We don’t hide things here the way they do on Golan, Daz.”

  Daz watched as Gana leaned over her. Wrapping her fingers around one of the mounds of Daz’s ample breasts, Gana lowered her lips until they closed around the taut pink nipple. As Hawk’s tongue swept up and down Daz’s slit and began plunging in and out of her, Gana began to suck gently, causing Daz to moan loudly. A pressure, the same pressure she had felt with Hawk’s hand at her rear began to fill her and she felt her legs began to twitch around his face.

  Gana, seeming to sense her body’s reaction, pulled herself off one breast, moved around Daz, and picked up the other. With the same soft, slow motions as before, she placed her lips at the teat and began to suckle. Daz let out a louder moan this time. The noise seemed to encourage Hawk between her legs, who began spreading her folds with his tongue and pushing himself inside. Soon, Gana sensed that Daz was coming even closer to the edge of her pleasure and removed herself from Daz’s breast. She leaned back and whispered again in Daz’s ear.

  “Now Hawk will bring you to pleasure.” Daz felt the warm air of the woman’s soft voice on her neck and the feeling made her shudder. Gana’s hand crept up her side until she held a breast with it and began to knead it slowly, stopping every now and then to pinch the nipple between a finger and a thumb.

  Daz felt a surge of pleasure rush from between her legs. She felt it wash over her, was
h back down to her toes and she raised her legs into the air searching for it again. It came, stronger this time as her tensed muscles urged it forward and Daz began to writhe beneath her master’s mouth.

  “That’s right, Daz. Let him pleasure you. Let him show you his love for you.”

  The woman’s voice, along with the hand on her breast, just added another element of ecstasy to the situation and Daz found herself moaning with each thrust she made with her hips to try to push herself into Hawk. The waves of pleasure began coming faster and closer together and Daz soon found herself pushed to the very edge of her pleasure. She let out a loud moan and felt Gana squeeze her nipple tightly.

  “That’s it, Daz,” the woman whispered, “come for us with your pussy.”

  Daz’s mouth erupted in a shriek as the soft words spoken so gently sent her tumbling over the edge and into another abyss of pleasure. Daz felt herself twisting and turning as Hawk sucked and licked her through each beautiful bolt of climax. When she had felt so many that she could take no more, her hands reached down between her legs and began to push him away.

  Gana, coaxing a few more shudders from Daz with a twist of her nipple, pushed herself up off the bed and stood beside Hawk. Pulling him off gently, she allowed him to stand, then began explaining once more what would happen next.

  “Once the man’s respect for his bride has been shown,” Gana explained, “he is free to lay claim to her as he wishes.” As she spoke, Gana began removing Hawk’s clothes slowly.

  Daz looked down between her legs to see the massive bulge that had formed at his middle. Despite her recent release, her body reacted immediately and she felt her wetness come in once more.

  “Now,” Gana continued, still disrobing Hawk, who was staring straight at his bride, unmoved by the other woman’s hands on his body. “How far have you progressed in training her?” Gana asked the question softly.