Chapter 5

LEONA

Disbelief seizes me. He wants to know how many holes I possess for mating. What the fucking fuck? I draw in a deep breath, ready to blurt out that I have one hole for coitus, thank you very much, but before I can speak, he spreads my center shamefully wide. The words catch in my throat, and I release a strangled moan, much to my mortification.

I'm about to retract my feet from the stirrups and jump off the exam table, but then I remember his threat to handle my disobedience himself, and I freeze in place. What did he mean by that, anyway? Surely he wouldn't strike me, would he?

Fear coils low in my belly, merging with the warm pulses that can't seem to stop afflicting me. I remind myself that once this is over, I'll be released from the brig. Despite my embarrassment, freedom is a powerful motivator, and I strive to hold still as he continues spreading my nether folds wider apart.

"Hm." There's a note of scientific interest in his voice, and I'm not certain whether he's speaking to himself or me. "It would appear human females only possess one main orifice for mating."

I snort. "I could have told you that." I sigh with frustration as the achiness in my core mounts. God, I wish I weren't so breathless. I also wish I could stop trembling. Suddenly, a thought occurs to me. A horribly frightening thought. I stare at Doctor Zahhn as my suspicion grows, as well as my worry for the women who'll be given to the Darrvasons for breeding purposes. "Were you hoping we would have more than one… mating orifice ?" I whisper the last two words, then flush as he gazes intently at the area between my thighs.

Finally, he lifts his head, and his purple alien eyes flick to mine. He doesn't blink very often, I realize, and it gives him a preternatural quality. It also makes me feel like I'm his prey and he's a ravenous predator intent on sizing me up.

"Female Darrvasons possess two mating orifices which, naturally, accommodate our males' dual appendages." He says it so casually, yet the information he's just revealed comes as a shock.

Two cocks. Darrvason males have two cocks.

He removes his hands from between my thighs and stands suddenly, and I can't help but glance at the immensely large bulge in his pants. Shame heats my face and I just as quickly look away, but the deep chuckle that vibrates from his chest reveals he noticed my gawking. He's aware of my curiosity, the arrogant bastard.

Naked. I can't believe I'm lying on an exam table with my feet in stirrups, legs spread wide, my private parts on display. All while a huge beastly alien touches me and observes my reactions.

But maybe… maybe he's done. He just figured out how many vaginas I have, and I see no need for the exam to continue. I clear my throat and say, "It would seem we're finished here. May I get dressed?"

His eyes twinkle as though I'd just told the funniest joke, though he doesn't laugh again. Instead, he stands between my spread thighs and inserts the tip of one thick finger into my core. I gasp and tense, not quite believing what he's doing. The fullness is overwhelming. It's shocking. It's also… deliciously intense. The achiness in my center mounts, and I can't restrain a whimper as my hips jerk upward.

"We are not finished here, little female. Not even close." As he presses deeper inside me, his thumb grazes a very sensitive part of me. My clit, I realize, though I can't recall where I learned the word for that part of my anatomy. Probably something I picked up from a drunk customer at my speakeasy.

I swallow hard as my gaze lands on the phallus-shaped objects he'd set on the counter. Realization dawns, and my legs fly out of the stirrups. Need to run. Need to escape. I couldn't possibly endure either of those huge objects in my mating orifice . But before I'm able to make it off the table, Doctor Zahhn grasps my upper arms and blocks me with his huge body. I push at his chest, but my efforts to move him prove futile. He glances over his shoulder at the phalluses, apparently having noticed the reason for my sudden fear.

"Please." I tremble in his hold. "Those phalluses, they won't fit. Please don't. My people, our females, we aren't physically compatible with the males of your kind. Trust me on that. You're too big. We'd likely die if you tried to physically mate with us." Either of those phalluses would surely break me in two. My trepidation deepens.

He grasps my face, forcing my gaze to his. "I don't plan to force the phalluses inside you. I simply intend to determine how much you can accommodate, particularly when you're in a heightened state of arousal. Perhaps you'll manage half a phallus, but perhaps your body will surprise you and you'll manage the entirety of the largest one. But there is no need for fear. I plan to take my time and prepare you for this portion of the examination."

God, I hope he's telling the truth. I hope he really won't force the largest phallus inside me, heedless of how much it hurts and how much damage he's inflicting. I peer into his eyes as I search for any signs of deceit. His gaze isn't as warm as I would like, but it's not mean or evasive. If he were human, I would probably trust him based on his earnest expression alone. But he's not human, and he has all the power in this interaction, while I have none. I'm completely at his mercy, and I need to keep my guard up.

"Please be gentle." The plea escapes my lips before I can stop it, and I nearly cringe at how weak and pathetic I sound. Dammit. Most of the time, I have no difficulty projecting an aura of confidence, even when I'm not feeling brave. Fake it until you make it, right? It's a coping mechanism, one that makes me feel safe on a worldship that's anything but. Doctor Zahhn, however, has stripped away my protective armor, leaving me exposed and vulnerable.

A strange shudder vibrates through the alien physician, and he steps closer and leans down to bury his face in my hair. He draws in a deep breath, then an inhuman growl reverberates from his chest. My heart accelerates, and I'm not sure what's happening. If I possessed more knowledge about the act of sexual congress, maybe I would know for certain whether Doctor Zahhn is attracted to me. He seems to be enjoying the act of examining me on an intimate level, but perhaps I am mistaken.

He's smelling me . I flush and wonder if he likes the way I smell. Well, if he didn't, I suppose he wouldn't keep doing it. Nor would he keep growling and shuddering against me. Waves of heat envelop me, and I find myself suppressing the urge to touch him. To run my hands up and down his muscular chest, or maybe stroke his arms or even cup his face and feel the texture of his facial hair.

As I squirm in place, I become aware of the increasing wetness between my thighs, and I flush anew. Oh God. Pretty sure I'm going to leave a wet spot on the exam table. How humiliating.

Doctor Zahhn eventually pulls back, straightens a bit, and gazes into my eyes with a look I can only describe as hungry. For a few seconds, I fear he might pounce on me. Or kiss me.

I study his full lips and realize I wouldn't be averse to the idea. I've gone my entire life without experiencing the urge to touch or kiss a man, yet with Doctor Zahhn, I'm having the most exciting yet shameful urges. The type of urges I've been taught are dangerous. Fornication leads to disease and injury and unsanctioned pregnancies. That's why it's been banned on the Jansonna for several decades.

Yet as I hold Doctor Zahhn's gaze, I find myself wanting to break the laws of my people and willingly surrender myself to the handsome but strict alien doctor's scandalous attentions.

He nudges my thighs apart and strokes a digit through my immense moisture. I gasp and jerk against his touch, eager for more, wondering if there is some way he might caress me that will help me feel more settled and less breathless. There's a deep nameless yearning inside me, and if those strange and entirely new desires aren't quenched, I think I might cry and beg him for help.

And yet I don't know what I could ask of him. What sort of help he could render to stop the incessant ache between my trembling thighs. My frustration grows and I release yet another whimper.

He presses down on my clit and swirls, and I finally take hold of his arms, needing something to grasp for support. His huge biceps bunch under my hands. "I will be exceedingly gentle with you, Leona, as I attempt to fit a phallus in your mating orifice. In fact, I will endeavor to make the experience as pleasurable for you as possible. But you must be a good female and obey my commands. If you are insubordinate, I will not hesitate to discipline you."

"Discipline me?" I gulp past the abrupt dryness in my throat, and I don't understand why his vague threats of punishment make the warm pulses in my core come faster.

"If you prove uncooperative, little female, I will give you a sound thrashing on your bare bottom. As I said previously, I will make you obey."

A sound thrashing . My mind reels. I know I should be outraged. I should tell him to fuck right off. Yet I can't find my voice.

Doctor Zahhn glances at the stirrups. "Return your feet to the placements. Do it now."