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  Kyren pinched her clit lightly and made her body buck as she laid prone on the floor with her ass raised, her bottom bouncing as he stroked and petted her to a state of wanton desire that made her lose all sense of shame and shyness.

  He had become master of her body and was urging her to heights of pleasure she had never found on her own. She lifted her hips high toward him, displaying herself in accordance with the strong instinct that was rising in her.

  “Come for me, pet,” he ordered in a soft growl. The fingers that had been stroking her clit now landed in a light spank above it. Her orgasms, once experienced alone in the privacy of a rotting restaurant, now belonged to him. His fingertips landed more sharply a second time, slapping the soft padded flesh above her clit where the down of her pubic hair protected her.

  * * *

  Kyren watched as the young woman squirmed on his fingers eagerly. If she had been one of the civilized ladies of Udine, she would have been too mortified and genetically frigid to enjoy his touch, but this human hadn’t been taught to be modest with a man and she had been created in an environment where response to male desire was eager and immediate. She had been a little frightened at first, but her fear was soon forgotten as he toyed with her sex, strumming and slapping and rubbing her to climax.

  Her arrival had been a great surprise. The traders who had brought her had been lazy of late, bringing him common specimens of little value and even poorer health. But with this catch, they had completely redeemed themselves. He was thrilled with her and beneath his formal clothing, his cock was rock hard with desire. He could feel it throbbing against the fabric. The flowering lips of her pussy were gorgeous, glazed with her juices and swelling by the moment as he played with her.

  He wanted nothing more than to plunge his cock deep inside her and fill her with his seed, but she was a virgin, and more than that, she was a brand new arrival. She needed proper care, and a good, long fucking. In that order.

  The high-pitched breaths coming from her in soft whimpers as her bare bottom gyrated before his eyes drove him to the very edge of his self-control. Her scent was alluring, and the closer she came to orgasm, the richer it became. She was woman, pure, essential woman, curves and petal-like lips dripping with need.

  Kyren pulled his fingers from her sex and replaced them with his lips. It was a reckless act. Her fluids could have contained any number of pathogens from the distant planet from which she had originated, but something deep in his DNA compelled him to taste her. He parted her lower lips with his fingers, baring the delicate inner folds of her pussy and pressed his mouth to her sex, lapping his tongue along the length of it. She tasted earthy and rich and delicate and utterly beautiful. He played the very tip of his tongue along each of her folds and dipped it inside her gently. Her moan in response to the touch of his hot tongue made his cock painfully hard. He was pleasuring her, but torturing himself.

  He pulled his tongue from inside her and began lapping at her clit with gentle but hot wet strokes. She let out a cry of need and ground back against him, her motions greedy and wild with desire. Kyren had to hold her hips to keep her in place as her squirming threatened to tip her off the pillow entirely. It was time she came. He needed to see her orgasm. He needed to feel it around his fingers, if not his cock. He pushed two digits deep inside her hot, clenching pussy as he continued to tongue her sex and in moments she was coming wildly, her bottom hole winking as her inner walls clenched at his fingers, which were not deep enough inside her to pierce her hymen, but deep enough for him to feel the strength of her climax.

  Panting and moaning softly, she closed her eyes and kept her bottom high as Kyren stroked her mound gently.

  “Good, pet,” he praised. “Very good.”

  * * *

  Tara had never before felt the way she did in that moment. Light and floaty, and oh so satisfied. She didn’t know how he’d produced such strong sensations in her body, but she liked them very much. Her pussy and clit were still tingling, and she was absolutely sodden with her own juices.

  Kyren slid his hands away from her hips and allowed her to sit upright. Though that disappointed her at first, it did give her the chance to look around the room for the first time and take it in properly. It was very different from the white room. It was a large square with wood-paneled walls and a soft carpet beneath her toes. She was sitting on a large purple cushion, one of the many bold ornaments in the opulent space.

  “Is this your house?”

  “This is one room inside my house,” Kyren said with a laugh. “Would you like to see more of it?”

  Tara nodded. She was curious where a man like Kyren lived. She didn’t think it would be anything like the village.

  “If you’re going to come out of this room, you’ll need to wear this.”

  He produced a slim silver circlet from his pocket. Tara didn’t know what it was until he slid it around her neck and it closed on itself in a seamless ring.

  “Hey!” She tried to pull it off, but there was no way it was moving. It was as though it had welded itself shut immediately. She looked at him with a mixture of annoyance and panic. “What did you do?”

  “That’s my collar, Tara,” he explained. “It performs several functions, but most important, it marks you as mine. The world you’re about to explore is very different from the one you’ve left. You’re used to running free, but you can’t do that here. You need to stay by my side, do you understand?”

  She nodded slowly and suspiciously. The collar was a weight about her neck, not so heavy as to cause her any discomfort, but more than heavy enough to make her feel possessed.

  “Collars are for animals,” she complained. “Take this off.”

  “Collars are for pets,” Kyren corrected her. “And that is what you are. My pet.”

  Chapter Two

  There was something about those big green eyes looking at him out of that slim face with an expression of pure betrayal that gave Kyren a pang of something like… conscience. He did not usually feel bad about acquiring his pets. In fact, he prided himself on the fact that each and every specimen he took into his care lived a better life than it could have done in its original location. He was just as sure of that with Tara as with any of the others… and yet something about her gave him pause.

  He could tell that she did not like the collar. She kept playing with it as he rubbed her gently back into a state of something like relaxation, moving his hands over her body in long, slow circles. The touch served more than one purpose. It not only made her settle a little, but it gave him a sense of her form. She was a little on the skinny side, which was not to be unexpected. Her hair had a rough quality to it, which he knew would soon change when she had been well fed for a few weeks.

  Of course, touch could only tell him so much. The handlers who had captured her had given her basic care, but there was no doubt that his newest acquisition needed a medical exam urgently. Earth was not quite the habitable planet it had once been and what was left of the human species was suffering. Tara was in far better condition than most, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t carrying something that could cause illness.

  A few collectors had tried to import from the struggling planet, but more often than not they got sickly specimens who didn’t last long, or fakes from nearby solar systems. Kyren could already tell that this Tara was an original. Precious and very rare. He was going to take very, very good care of her.

  “Have you seen a doctor before?”

  “Doctor?” She said the word as if she did not know it.

  “Someone who knows how to heal people.”

  “There was a medicine woman in our village.”

  “And there’s a medicine man who needs to see you here,” Kyren explained. “I want to be sure that you are in good health.”

  “I am not sick,” Tara said. “I have seen sick people.”

  “Sometimes you can’t see sickness.”

  Tara looked skeptical. “If you can’t see it, then it isn’t
there.”

  “Not quite,” he smiled. She was such a simple thing. Not stupid. He could see the intellect in her eyes as she watched him and the world around her. But she did not have the benefit of any kind of education and she had lived in a world of simple matter her entire life.

  “Come,” he said, taking her by the hand. “The doctor is not far from here, and we will have an interesting walk on the way. I think you will find my home a pleasant place to be.”

  Tara let him draw her to her feet. She was not very tall, slightly over five feet. He put that down to lack of nutrition in her diet. It was doubtful that there would have been very much to eat in her previous environment.

  “My home is rather large, so stay close. I can find you, but you might find being lost rather frightening.”

  He felt her hand clasp a little harder around his as they walked toward the door and it slid open. As the hall beyond came into view, she gasped and drew close to him. “How did it do that?”

  “The door? There is a cavity in the wall which it slides into.”

  “No.” She shook her head. “How did it move? You didn’t touch it.”

  “The door can see us,” Kyren explained. “And there are little machines inside the wall which make it move when it sees us coming.”

  “The doors have eyes,” Tara intoned solemnly. “This is a strange place.”

  “Mhm.” Kyren reached down and gave her bottom an encouraging pat to move her forward. “Strange, but good.”

  * * *

  Tara was not at all certain about the ‘good’ part. They stepped out into a grand passage that made her feel very exposed. It was so long and wide and it had so many doors at the sides. There were paintings on the walls and the ceilings were vaulted and bright and… it was all art. There were artists in her village who liked to paint their homes, but their homes were not so bright or grand as this.

  She stood stock still, frozen with something like fear. She was used to smaller spaces, spaces that smelled like mud and dust and earth and animal. She was used to having places to hide, being able to scurry from one little overhang to another. Her house had many little round tables bolted to the floor, and a long counter behind which she slept. She liked the natural cover it provided, and the plants growing through the cracked floors provided additional comfort. There were no plants here. There was not a speck of dust in this house, not the slightest hint of mud, not so much as a dirty footprint on the expansive floors.

  “Come along, pet,” Kyren urged her gently. “It is not far.”

  She shook her head, paralyzed with fear. “I can’t.”

  Tara tried to turn back and get into the smaller room, but Kyren held her firm and would not let her go. She began to panic, to make little squeaked noises of fear, but he still didn’t let her flee. Instead, he swept her up off the floor and into his arms. She instantly felt safer pressed against his body, his strong arms wrapped around her, her face pressed against his neck. He had made the large space much smaller. Tara curled up into a little ball, pressing her ear hard against his muscular body. She could hear his heartbeat, slow and steady.

  “There’s nothing to fear here.” His voice rumbled through his chest. “You’ve come from a world of predators, but there are none in my home.”

  She looked up at him, and did not quite believe him. There might not be foxes, or wolves, or eagles… but there was definitely a powerful creature who made her heart beat faster and her fingers and toes tingle, and her stomach flutter. All the same signals of fear, but with something else added… something that drew her rather than repelled her. Something that made her want to be close to him.

  Kyren carried her through the great space and Tara watched the world go by from his arms. There was too much to take in. One room led to another, and then another. It seemed as though they never ended, and were all very different. And then there were stairs that moved, pathways that rose and fell between still more rooms. She was completely disoriented by the time they arrived in the room she liked least of all. It was cooler than all the other rooms and there was less in it. It reminded her of the place she had first been in when removed from her crate. It was cold, not in temperature, but in design. Everything was white, the ledges, the beds, the coat worn by the man standing inside the room, bowing to Kyren.

  From never seeing any men at all, Tara was now finding herself surrounded by them. First her captors, then Cirrus, now this one. It was more than a little overwhelming and she was glad to have Kyren’s arms to hide in.

  “Lord Cirrus…”

  “Hello, Doctor,” Kyren said. “This is my newest pet.”

  The doctor smiled at her and Tara eyed him nervously. He was not as handsome as Cirrus, or as tall. He had dark hair, cut short, and dark eyes to match. He was much larger than she was, of course. He was wearing a very stiff white coat with broad lapels and there was a strange smell about him, much like the one she’d smelled in the dark container she’d been shipped in. It smelled like the absence of everything, and it was frightening. She did not know how anything could have an odor like that, and she did not like it.

  Cirrus’s scent was reassuring as she pressed against him. She didn’t know what she was smelling but it was some cross between metal and musk. He smelled powerful, and that settled her senses.

  “What’s wrong, pet?”

  “I don’t like him.”

  “He won’t hurt you,” Kyren reassured her, stepping toward a low bed. He tried to put her down on it, but she clung to him until he gently peeled her fingers from his clothes and settled her on it. She found herself looking up at both men, her pulse racing as she looked for some means of escape.

  “Is she human?” The doctor talked about her as if she wasn’t there. He talked the same way her captors had, and it made her like him even less.

  “Yes,” Kyren said, pride in his voice. “Pure human.”

  “I’ll have to calibrate my instruments, sir.” The doctor turned to a bank of shiny, bleeping, buzzing things and started to touch them in various ways. Tara watched him like a hawk to make sure that none of them looked sharp or otherwise dangerous. Of course, she did not know what was dangerous here. Everything was strange and new.

  The doctor turned back toward her with something in his hand, and Tara let out a little growl. He stopped and glanced at Cirrus. “Perhaps she needs a sedative.”

  “No. She’s been sedated long enough,” Kyren said. “With gentle handling she should not be of any concern. She’s shown no aggression toward me.”

  “What is he doing?” Tara squeaked the question as the doctor approached her again.

  “He has to look at you,” Kyren said patiently. “You need treatment, pet.”

  “I am fine.”

  “You’re almost certainly filled with parasites,” he said. “You’ve been living wild and that means you’re probably carrying myriad viruses and bacteria. The doctor will draw your blood and see…”

  “No!” Tara wrapped her arms around herself and jumped off the table. “No blood!”

  “It is just a little prick,” Kyren said, catching her by the back of her dress before she could run away. “I am sure you have been bitten by little wild creatures before…”

  “Let me go!”

  She tried to escape and he did not let go. The more he held her fast, the more desperate she became until finally she twisted about and sank her teeth into his hand. Hard. Hard enough to pierce the skin and draw blood. Hard enough to surprise him into letting her go. She escaped under a nearby bed and hid beneath it as best she could. It was poor cover, but it was better than nothing.

  Kyren stared at his hand where she had bitten him. His expression changed from one of surprise to a patient calm. Tara had expected anger from her aggression, but there was none.

  “And now I have been bitten by a little wild creature,” he observed. “We will both need to see the doctor.” He turned to the medicine man, whose expression had become quite grave at Tara’s behavior.

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sp; “She could be carrying any number of pathogens, sir,” he said. “You will need a blood draw, vaccination, and wound sterilization.”

  “Fortunately you’re here to do all those things,” Kyren said quite calmly. “Now, watch, Tara. See how this does not hurt me.”

  He began to take his clothes off, and in doing so, got her attention. She stared from under the bed as Kyren removed his coat and his shirt. His chest was nothing like hers. There were no soft rounds. He had broad shoulders, hard muscled planes. His body tapered toward his waist, powerfully lined at every part. She did not know if it was because he was a man or an alien, but he was as different from her as anyone could be. His appearance was pleasing, though. It did not frighten her. It drew her gaze and made her loins feel warm. This man was devastatingly attractive. His face, his form, they distracted her thoroughly from the attempt at escape.

  He flashed a smile at her as she stared at him. The doctor drew close and put some kind of round cylinder to Kyren’s arm. There was a quiet whoosh and the doctor drew it away. There was red liquid in it—blood, Tara figured. How it had got there, she didn’t know. Nothing made sense out here. Light came from nowhere, blood could be pulled from the skin without any wound, metal could seal itself around her neck—and she could be taken as a pet.

  “You see? Nothing to worry about.”

  Tara did not agree with him, not at all. There was a lot to worry about. The doctor took the little device and pushed it into the buzzing bank behind him.

  “The results will be a few minutes, sir,” he said as he returned to spread cream on the bite wound Tara had left on Cirrus. “But you will need another test in a few days. Some pathogens do not appear immediately and she has drawn blood.”