Chapter 4
ZAHHN
Leona . I keep repeating her name-sound over and over in my head. Why am I so drawn to her? Why am I consumed with thoughts of ravishing her?
But my feelings for her go beyond carnal need. I also long to protect the pretty female, as well as to exact vengeance on her behalf. I want to storm through the Jansonna and slaughter the guards who'd put her in manacles as well as Commander Hampton for his role in her captivity. I'm still reeling from the revelation that the first mate framed her. I want to wrap her in my arms and promise nothing bad will ever happen to her again… yet I can't.
Because after I complete her examination, I will never see her again.
My heart becomes heavy at the thought. But it's for the best. I'm more valuable to the Darrvason Empire if I'm wholly focused on research and scientific advancements that will help my people, including my most important endeavor to date—finding a cure for a hereditary disease called forlonggsa .
Also known as the great madness, the disease emerges later in life and afflicts far too many Darrvason males, and it unfortunately runs in the royal family. Emperor Radakk's father perished from the condition, and I'm in a race against fate to ensure the same doesn't happen to my friend.
If I took a mate, the distraction might affect my work. I might not be able to think clearly enough to make a breakthrough in my research. The weight of my responsibilities combines with my shame over my inability to sire offspring, and I find myself glaring down at Leona as though it's her fault. She squirms in place, then casts a wary glance at the hypospray I just used on her.
Fluxx , I want her. Badly. I fight the urge to roar with frustration.
She struggles to keep her bosom concealed from my view, as well as the sweetness between her thighs. Though I caught brief glimpses of her nether area, which is covered in a small amount of dark hair, I am still unsure how many orifices she possesses for claiming. I glance at the placements for her feet that extend from the table, concluding that I must use them so I might better view her feminine attributes.
Little tremors afflict her body as she continues trying to conceal her nudity. I meet her eyes and reach for her hands, then guide them to rest at her sides. Her breath hitches. She appears panicked for a moment, but she closes her eyes briefly, takes a deep breath, and exhales slowly.
"Good little female." I reach for her soft locks, unable to resist stroking my fingers through her glorious mane. Her dark, luminous waves reach her lower back, and I delight in combing my digits through it again and again. "Your hair is like a waterfall illuminated by a full moon." Where those flowery words come from, I'm not certain, but a thousand similar compliments spring to mind as I admire her ethereal beauty.
"Thank you." Her eyes flick to mine and she blushes.
The enticing scent of what I'm confident is her arousal deepens. Heat envelops me as my dual shafts harden further and my scrotum vibrates faster.
Focus . I almost give my head a shake. I need to concentrate on her examination rather than her loveliness and my desire to rut her until she's sore and dripping with my seed.
I retract my hands from her hair and step back. "Lie down and put your feet in the placements." I gesture at the two extensions.
"Placements? You mean the stirrups?" She gives them a dubious look.
"Whatever you wish to call them," I reply. "Lie down and put your feet in the stirrups . Be sure to scoot your buttocks to the table's edge and keep your thighs parted wide. The inspection will be easier and go more quickly if you cooperate by giving me unhindered access to your private parts."
Her eyes widen, and as she turns on the table, her hands tremble. She pauses, closes her eyes, and takes another long breath. As she exhales, she opens her eyes and finally lies down. She scoots to the table's edge, and when she struggles to place her feet in the stirrups, I dart around the table to assist. I grasp her left ankle and guide her petite foot into the placement, then do the same with her right foot. Rather than immediately glance at her nether area, I peer in shock at her feet, not quite believing how small they are. She has the tiniest toes I've ever seen.
Finally, my eyes roam upward, over her quivering thighs, until I'm staring directly at her spread center. The sight of her womanly folds, parted slightly to reveal the slick pinkness within, causes a scorching wave of heat to pummel me. My senses scatter until there's only instinct—the overwhelming urge to bury my face in her nether area and taste her essence.
I stand between her thighs and push the stirrups wider apart, which forces her legs to spread further. Fluxx . There's even more pinkness within, and it looks so very slick. One hole. I think she only has one slick hole for claiming. Unless of course, a Darrvason male might also make use of the tiny dark pucker that's nestled between her ass cheeks. Perhaps with proper training, it would be possible.
I glance at the metallic phalluses I'd set on the counter earlier. The larger phallus is the average size of a Darrvason male's lower appendage, while the slightly smaller phallus is the average size of a Darrvason male's upper shaft.
"Please," Leona whispers. "Are you finished? You've seen me naked now. Is the exam over?" She tries to put her feet closer together, but I place a hand on her leg, not allowing her the movement.
"Little human," I say in a voice thick with desire, "I am just getting started." Though protocol dictates I ought to wear protective gloves, I hesitate to put them on. In the end, the urge to feel her feminine slickness with my bare fingers prevails, and I reach out with one hand to trace her delicate folds.
She gasps and her center lurches upward, as though she's seeking more of my touch. Wanting to get a closer look at her nether area, I sit on a chair with rolling wheels and move back into place, directly between her spread thighs. Except this time my eyes are level with her pussy. Again, I reach out to stroke her nether parts, so pink and enticingly slick. A keening moan erupts from her throat as a shiver quakes through her body.
"You are very sensitive to my touch," I say, though there's nothing clinical about the observation. I'm deeply pleased that she's trembling and moaning on the exam table, all because I'm caressing her intimate parts.
I continue the light strokes as I peer at an engorged button that's peeking out from between her folds. I suspect it's a bundle of nerves to enhance her pleasure during coitus, as Darrvason females possess a similar feature. When I gently trace a finger over the swollen bit of flesh, her hips jerk upward and she cries out, emitting a wanton noise that heats my blood and causes my shafts to harden further. Confusion and alarm fill her eyes, and she stares at me with a thousand questions brimming in her dark gaze.
"Very sensitive to my touch," I repeat, my voice coming out raspy and thick. What I wouldn't give to bend her over the exam table and impale her with my dual appendages. A growl rumbles from my chest. I can't help it. Everything about this female is a temptation to my senses. I give my head a slight shake, trying to concentrate on the task I must accomplish—I must determine her capacity to physically mate with a male of my kind.
"What are you doing to me?" She whimpers and her center undulates against my caressing digits. The wetness escaping her core increases, as does the delicious aroma of her need.
"Determining your ability to experience arousal. The more I touch you, the slicker you become. The more responsive you become. I believe your body is anticipating the physical act of mating. I suspect what you're experiencing is the craving to be filled up with an erect shaft."
Her eyes widen. She shakes her head. "No, no, that's not what's happening to me. There must've been something in that hypospray to make me feel like this." Another whimper. Another quick lifting of her hips. She flushes and glances quickly around the room, as though she's searching for an escape. When her gaze lands on the door, she tenses and grips the edge of the table, and there's a moment where I know she's tempted to flee.
"The hypospray didn't administer anything that might unnaturally stimulate arousal, little female. Only a compound to counteract the hormone suppressants that remained in your system." I give her swollen clit a brief pinch, then lightly stroke my finger in a circle around the pulsing button. She sucks in a rapid, shaky breath and her thighs quiver harder. Again, she peers hopefully toward the door.
"If you attempt escape, Leona, I will have no choice but to handle your disobedience myself." An image of the pretty female draped over my knee while I smack her buttocks speeds through my mind, and fluxx how it makes my scrotum vibrate.
"Handle my disobedience?" She props herself up on her elbows. "What, like… you'll ask for another volunteer for your little science experiment?"
"No." I remove my hand from her center and straighten as I meet her gaze. "I will punish you, Leona, and I will make you obey."
She gapes at me for a long moment, then says, "How dare you threaten me. I-I demand another doctor perform my exam. One who's less arrogant and beastly."
"Arrogant and beastly?" I grin and rise to my feet. For a reason I can't fathom, I find her defiance invigorating. If she were mine, I would savor the process of training her.
I move to stand over her, and I trail a hand along her right breast. She attempts to shield her bosom from my touch, but I grasp her wrists in my free hand, preventing her attempt at modesty.
I lean down and place my lips to her ear. "I am the only doctor who will be examining you today. I claimed you, and you're mine ." I force in deep breaths as I try to calm the possessiveness that surges through me. "And if you attempt escape or prove uncooperative during your exam, little female, I will show you just how arrogant and beastly I can be."
She turns her head away from me, her entire body trembling. Whether she's shaking from fear or need, or perhaps a combination of both, I am uncertain. But maybe she's right. Maybe I am beastly. Because having her at my complete mercy sends a thrill rushing through me.
Still keeping her wrists held tight, though not tight enough to cause the same sort of damage as the manacles, I allow my free hand to travel down her stomach and lower, until I'm once again stroking her wet folds. She quivers and jolts and whimpers. I'm even rewarded with a brief moan. There's no denying it. She's aching to be filled up, to be penetrated and ridden hard to completion. I'm soon rewarded with a fresh surge of her feminine essence in the air, and my digits glide more easily through her core.
"I need to get a better look at your orifices, little human." I release her wrists and remove my hand from her center, then resituate myself on the stool between her thighs. She peers at me in shock, though surely she must've realized I would be thorough in my endeavors. "I need to spread your nether area very wide, little female, so I can determine how many holes you possess for mating."