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  “You need to be mated,” he murmured. “You’re not paying attention to anything but what your genitals want.”

  Maybe he did understand after all. Tara had never been handled by a man before, but her body had been made for a man, and it knew what it wanted. His fingers were good… but it was another part of him she craved. Some of the women in the village used carved phalluses to pleasure themselves and one another. Tara never had. Rubbing her clit had been enough for her, but now the stretching of her inner walls made her want something bigger and more satisfying.

  When Kyren spoke again, his voice was husky and gruff with desire. “I said I would teach you many things. Let me teach you something now, about the anatomy of a man.”

  He pulled his fingers from her sex and slid her from his lap onto the bed. Tara sat and watched as he began to undress, his body coming into view slowly. She had seen his chest and torso in the medical bed, but his lower body was just as much of a revelation. His legs were thick and muscular, defined in a way she had not known was possible. One of his thighs was nearly as large as her waist. As stunning as his power was, her eyes were drawn inexorably to a different part of his anatomy, a thick scimitar of flesh rising from the base of his abdominal plane.

  Kyren saw her interest and moved closer, reaching for her hand. She allowed him to take it and direct it to his cock. She touched him tentatively at first, surprised at how hot and hard it was. The skin covering his member was smooth and surprisingly soft given how unyielding the flesh below was. As her fingers traced curiously over the ridges of his cock, it throbbed suddenly. Tara let out a little shriek of surprise and pulled her hand away.

  “Nothing to be afraid of,” Kyren chuckled, running his hand through her hair in a reassuring fashion. “It does that from time to time when I’m excited.”

  “You’re excited… by me?”

  A flash of confusion lit his eyes. “You are a beauty, Tara,” he said after a moment. “Do you not know that?”

  She blushed. Kyren was the most handsome creature she had ever set eyes on. She was attracted to him in a way that made her loins ache. He had been forward with her sex from the beginning, but she had not considered that he might find her as attractive as she found him.

  He leaned down as she wrapped her hand back around his cock, and kissed her deeply, their lips and tongues meeting in a tender embrace. Kyren eased her back on the bed, covering her body with his larger frame as their kiss deepened.

  Her hand slid from his cock as his hips moved back and she felt her legs spread around his thighs. And then she felt it… the large, flared head of his manhood pressing between the wet lower lips of her sex.

  “Do you want this, pet? Do you want me inside you?” He murmured the question against her lips, letting his cock slide slowly up and down the length of her slit in teasing thrusts that made her moan an affirmation.

  At that moment, with her pussy melting beneath his harness, she wanted nothing more than to feel him inside her. It was an instinct that did not need to be explained as she spread her legs wider and wrapped them around his body, lifting her hips in an invitation many millennia old.

  She had waited her entire life for this moment, and Kyren did not make her wait any longer. The thick head of his cock began to slip inside her slowly, her slick pussy making it easier for his flesh to enter her. Tara gripped his shoulders, her eyes wide and locked on his as she felt a sensation she had never imagined was possible. She was being filled. A space inside her opening up for him, as she became something more than what she had been, a part of her emotional, physical being blooming around him.

  There was a moment of resistance, a tightness inside her that was stretched and suddenly was gone, leaving a stinging sensation in its wake. She let out a whimper and he stilled his hips for a moment, keeping his cock buried halfway inside her as he kissed her long and slow. Her body relaxed around him, a warmth seeping through her loins as her pussy embraced him.

  “Does it hurt?”

  “A little,” she admitted. She hoped it wouldn’t make him stop. She was caught up in a desire that made the slight pangs of pain irrelevant. She wanted more of him. She wanted him deeper inside her. An instinct had taken hold that made her want to spread her thighs wider and push herself against his cock so that the throbbing head of him was as deep as it could go.

  “It won’t hurt for long,” he murmured, brushing his lips over hers as his hips rocked slightly inside her, moving just enough to soothe away some of the sting.

  He was being so kind. But she didn’t need kindness. The animal instinct was flashing through her, making her drench his cock with her juices, making her hips grind against him, and making her hands grip his muscular body tighter as she did everything she could to bring him deeper.

  “More,” she whimpered. “Please…”

  A slow smirk spread over his face. “The virgin becomes the eager lover,” he said as she squirmed beneath his body. “Patience, pet.”

  She didn’t want to be patient, but she didn’t have a choice. Kyren had a pace in mind and he kept to it, his cock throbbing in her partially impaled pussy. She moaned softly, begging him with the motions of her hips to take her more deeply, fill her completely.

  “Don’t worry,” he growled softly. “You’ll have more than you can imagine soon enough.”

  He started to press deeper inside her again, his cock seeming thicker by the moment as he spread her bare pussy around his slowly surging member. She could feel the heat of his body, nothing between them whatsoever, his skin and hers pressed so tightly together as he moved ever deeper inside her until finally he was sunk as far as he could go, the hard ridge of his pubic bone grinding against her clit. He held himself there again and let her body adjust to the thick invasion.

  “This is what you’ve been missing all these years,” he murmured in his husky voice of desire. “You were made to be taken and yet there was nobody to take you.”

  He was right. She could feel the truth of it flowing through her veins. She needed this. Needed him. Needed to feel her most delicate flesh stretched around something hard and vital.

  Kyren started to move inside her, his hips pumping in smooth motions that made his cock ride back and forth inside her, sliding out almost all the way to the tip and then pressing back, filling her all over again. She was still very tight, but with every stroke, taking him got slightly easier until he was moving smoothly in and out of her.

  Tara relaxed into the rhythm of his lovemaking, his body making hers feel so good as he made it his own. He had called her his pet from the beginning, and now she felt truly as if she was his. A possessive streak inside her made her feel that he had also become hers.

  Kyren’s mouth had traveled from her lips to her neck to her shoulder, kissing and licking and tasting her. She did the same to him as they were both overwhelmed with the desire to become one. They were hungry for one another, and what had begun as a gentle introduction to lovemaking soon became harder, faster, more passionate, and more consuming. He pinned her hands above her head and took her with thrusts that sank his rod inside her over and over again, her wetness evident in the sounds that filled the room, the strokes of her being fucked long and hard.

  Tara wailed with pleasure, her pussy gripping his cock greedily as she found ecstasy in his arms. Her senses reached dizzying new heights, her head spinning, her breath coming in short gasps as every muscle in her body became impossibly tense and then very relaxed.

  She had thought the probes in the medical bay had given her the most intense erotic experience she was capable of containing, but Kyren’s lovemaking was far more powerful. The surging of his manhood inside her as her nerves went into a pleasure overload made her clench and contort, grasping at him and wailing at the top of her lungs as he tore her orgasm from her.

  His masculine roar followed her cries as his cock swelled inside her and he began to fill her with hot, thick spurts of what she knew was his seed. Her pussy was milking him, clasping and puls
ing around him to draw his cum as deep inside her as it could possibly go. Her once virgin sex was bathed in his essence. She was finally filled in the way she needed to be.

  Sated deeply, Tara lay on the bed, her cheeks and face and chest flushed with sweat and pleasure’s blush.

  “You have… changed me,” she murmured, looking across at him as he lay down next to her, propping his head up on his arm.

  “I haven’t done anything but make love to you.” He smiled down into her eyes. “But I’m sure I have given you what you have needed for a very long time. Your body is made to be joined. That is the nature of woman… and of man.”

  “So I am a woman,” Tara murmured, looking at him with bright eyes.

  “Yes…”

  “Not a pet…”

  Kyren turned on his back and pulled her atop him so that she could lie on his chest, her legs on either side of his as his seed dripped slowly from her pouting lower lips.

  “I know you’re no dumb animal, pet,” he said, immediately slipping back into his usual name for her. “I know you’re at least as smart as the average citizen here. But you’re not a native of this planet, and coming from Earth means that according to the rules of our society, you very much are a pet. That means we have a few problems to solve.”

  “How? How can I ever be a woman when I am a pet?”

  He smiled and brushed his lips over hers. “You can be both. To the world, you are my pet. To me, you are my woman. My mate. The law says I own you, Tara. Neither of us can change that. And you do need training. You cannot live here without it. This is no wild world. This is a place of structure and technology. You fooled the people on the bus for a few minutes, and then your instinct took over and you caused a panic. I’m going to train you so that doesn’t happen.” He looked deep into her eyes and spoke words that gave Tara real hope. “I’m going to train you to pass for a citizen, Tara. You’ll always be my pet, but you won’t always have to live like it.”

  * * *

  Tara’s bright smile made him sure he had made the right decision, but it was with some reluctance that Kyren committed to training Tara. She deserved better than the life of a pet, continuously caged and kept from the experiences of the world beyond his doors. He would have to be careful not to civilize her too much. Though he had known her for a matter of hours, he was already coming to love her, not just for her beauty and her spirit, but because she reminded him most strongly of the part of himself that had been so terribly assaulted in being part of Udanese society. Udine was rich, but it was soulless. Kyren had been born to wealth and could have lived a life of pure pleasure without any concern, but that had quickly become a hollow experience, and so he had turned his wealth to another end.

  He had become a collector of wildlife first out of a desire to conserve some of the ever dwindling species on far-flung planets, but as he had gotten to see the creatures for himself and forge a bond with them, he had felt parts of himself grow too. The more he came to know them, the more he gained an appreciation for the parts of himself that did not care for fine clothing and customs. The more he understood how primitive instincts still lived inside him, the brighter his life had become.

  Udanese women were beautiful, but largely uninterested in copulation or coupling. The Authority had long ago declared Udine at capacity and insisted that ladies and gentlemen both take medication that dulled their sex drives. The population was now at a steady state and civilization was no longer in danger of overreaching its resources… but there was a misery among the people, a malaise that made them turn to various synthetic substances.

  For a long time, Kyren had not known what was wrong. Then, one day, after watching a male rhinoraffe take its mate, he’d had an epiphany. Simply, and crudely put, he was made to fuck. All creatures were, and he was no exception. He stopped taking the mandatory medication and his vitality and mood had increased immediately. What he’d needed was a mate equal to the fucking… and now he had one.

  His connection to her was not entirely sexual, however. It was far deeper than that. When he looked into Tara’s emerald eyes, he was reminded that in spite of everything that had been drummed into his ears since he’d been old enough to understand, Udine was not the center of the universe, no matter how much it pretended to be. It was an overgrown colony, and it owed its very existence to the human pioneers from so long ago. With Tara by his side, he had the courage to be bolder, and braver than before. He was reminded that his efforts to conserve the old ways were not in vain.

  He looked down at Tara’s flushed form, smelled his seed on her, and saw the red round of her bottom. She was more beautiful than he could ever have expressed, and her sudden, unexpected arrival was a gift from the universe. Though they came from very different worlds, they had both been denied the essential sex act for far too long.

  She was close to sleep, exhausted by the day. He felt a bolt of tenderness touch his heart as he ran his hand gently over the curve of her naughty bottom and pulled her closer to his naked form, his fingers sliding over her bottom, between her thighs to find the hot, wet center of her. Tara let out a little moan as he touched her gently, enjoying the sensation of her sex. She had been so tight, but so willing. His cock was already stiffening again with desire to be inside her, to feel her hot walls grip him as if life depended upon it.

  She let out a little moan and he rolled her over, so her back was to him, then pulled her against him. His cock found the core of her easily and stiffened more as he slowly slid inside her again.

  “Perfect,” he murmured softly, taking her very gently. Her pussy was tender, but he could not resist filling her for a second time. The urge to make his seed flow inside her was too strong. Kyren put his hand on her hips and helped her rock back and forth over the tip of his cock, pushing the head and first couple of inches inside her tight pussy, then sliding out again. It wasn’t a proper mating, but it was enough to satisfy his desire.

  Tara arched her body, pressing her bottom back against him, making the handfuls of her breasts easier for him to grasp. He loved the way she responded to him, with a pure desire untainted by any self-consciousness or cultural conditioning. Tara didn’t know what she was supposed to want; she only knew what her body wanted. Her hips began to move under his hand, pushing her pussy further down his cock.

  They made love until they fell asleep joined in their coupling, bodies from great distances fitting perfectly together as one, reunited across space and across time.

  Chapter Six

  And so Tara’s training began, with a series of rules around behavior and properness. Shoes were always to be worn, so he said. And chairs were to be sat on. Feet were not allowed on them, or on tables, but they could go up on the bed. Without shoes. Shoes weren’t allowed on the bed. Tara found it difficult to follow all the little customs he kept insisting on. As far as she was concerned, bare feet were the most practical and the surface was irrelevant.

  She soon discovered that shoes were the least of her problems. Eating was the most complex thing in the universe, thanks to the Udanese insistence that making things more difficult than they needed to be made you a better person. Kyren was taking the whole procedure very seriously, which only served to make it all the funnier at times.

  One afternoon several days after her training began, Tara was sitting at a long table with Kyren by her side. He stood with his hands behind his back, his posture stiff as he handed down instruction in the matter of what he called ‘proper dining.’ Tara couldn’t help notice that it didn’t involve any actual food. There was a pristine silver plate, empty; a goblet, also empty; and a wide array of bits of metal shaped and sharpened in various ways laid out on the sides of the plate in some arcane arrangement that seemed to have meaning to Kyren.

  “These are knives, forks, and spoons,” he said. “We eat food with them, so that we do not get our hands messy. This is a custom from Earth. It’s old enough that I thought you might already be familiar with it.”

  “I ate with my knife
,” she said. “None of these are sharp enough to bleed a deer.”

  Kyren drew in a long breath. “You do have moments of savagery, don’t you, pet.”

  She smiled at him sweetly, and he continued to explain.

  “This arrangement is one of the signs of being cultured. The more complex the arrangement, the more formal the occasion. I attend a great many dinners, pet. I would like you by my side. That means learning to use which of these implements is proper for each and every occasion.”

  Tara shoved her head into her hand and looked at him under her lashes. “What do I get for being bored like this?”

  “You forget so soon, pet. You get a modicum of freedom. You get a life outside these walls.”

  “A life pretending to be one of you. One of your… cultured people.”

  “That’s the price we must all pay,” he smirked. “Now, pet. This little fork here is for the Fillus. It’s a mollusk with red frills. Very tasty. The twisted prong allows you to screw the fork into the breathing aperture in the shell and remove the tender innards.”

  “And you call me savage! You have torture forks.”

  “The food is cooked at the time of consumption, pet. It is not in pain. Mollusks and simple creatures are the only sources of protein permitted. Large meat animals are strictly off the menu.”

  “Yes,” she sighed. “I already know the food is bad here.”

  “Except for the food you stole on the shuttle. If you are bored with the utensils, we could go over the rules of not stealing food from the pockets of other people,” he suggested. “You seem to have some confusion about those. Though, I can’t imagine taking food from people was safe on Earth either.”

  “The village shared food,” Tara said. “There was no mine or theirs. If we had it, it was ours. I hunted and brought back my kills. I shared with everybody. I was the best hunter.”

  Kyren did not seem impressed. “Things are different here. There are clear delineations of property. If it is not explicitly yours, then you best assume it is somebody else’s and not to be touched. Taking property, food or anything else, is a criminal act. You can be punished for it. The authorities are already investigating the incident on the bus, and my role in it. I am required to lodge papers regarding all my acquisitions. And now, I am concerned that if I register an original human, they will put the clues together. We are playing a dangerous game, Tara, you and I.”