Chapter 6

ZAHHN

I watch as Leona, my beautiful little patient, slowly assumes the ordered position. She lies down, situates her bottom at the table's edge, then sets her feet in the placements. Such an obedient female.

Pleasure hums through me, and I'm certain I've never felt so feverish in my life. My scrotum vibrates steadily, and my dual shafts threaten to burst out of my pants. Not for the first time in her presence, the ancestral markings on my chest tingle. It's alarming, the level of possessiveness I feel for her. The need that burns in my soul. The desires that invade my senses.

Her fragrance keeps calling to me, so pungent and sweet. Sometimes, if I listen carefully enough, I can hear the rapid beating of her heart. I imagine it beats only for me, and maybe mine beats only for her.

Fluxx . I need to maintain control of myself. I need to banish thoughts of claiming the pretty human. I yearn for her to belong to me, yet it isn't possible. I'm destined to be alone. I'm fated to devote my life to scientific advancements, not a woman I cannot impregnate.

"Good little female." I brush a hand through her hair, eager to feel her soft locks again. Everything about her is soft. Her hair and skin, even the area between her thighs that I long to plunder.

I can't be certain, but I think she blushes because of the praise I bestow on her. How very interesting. I make a note to test this theory later during her examination, just to see if her face turns dark pink while she shyly glances away.

I place a generic medical scanner atop her lower stomach, which will record her responses as I strive to bring her pleasure and push a phallus in her slick mating orifice. She peers at the scanner but says nothing, and I turn to retrieve the smallest phallus from the supply table. I half expect her to bolt off the table, yet she remains in place, my compliant little patient.

"Copulation is very natural," I tell her in what I hope is an assuring tone. "There is no good reason why your people have ceased the practice that I can surmise. It's my opinion that outlawing fornication is one of many control tactics employed by the Jansonna's command team."

She shoots me a dubious look. "Fornication leads to disease, injury, and unsanctioned pregnancies. I'm not defending the command structure of the Jansonna , but our ship has limited resources, and we must control our population as a result." She appears troubled for a brief moment, then sighs and gives a slight shake of her head. "I-I have never experienced any unlawful urges until now. Until I met you. I don't understand what's happening to me. I am very embarrassed, but also… excited." Her cheeks flame dark pink, and her eyes sparkle and reflect the overhead lights. She's breathtakingly gorgeous and so sweetly innocent, and I cannot look away.

Yes, she's innocent, and I'm about to defile her.

Perhaps I should feel guilty for what I'm about to do, but I don't.

I'm eager to shove a phallus into her slick core, eager to test how much of the object she can withstand. I'm also eager to watch her moan and writhe upon the exam table as I bring her to the heights of pleasure. Yes, I'm certain I will make her reach a climax. She's in possession of a clit, after all. Surely if I coax her with careful ministrations, she will cry out in a release as she gushes moisture and accepts the metallic shaft.

"I am going to touch you and attempt to bring you pleasure, little female. When I think you are ready to accept the phallus, I will begin inserting it. Do you understand?"

Eyes wide, she nods. I tear my gaze from hers and study her spread center. The insides of her thighs gleam with wetness that's trickled out from her core. I breathe deep of her feminine essence and don't bother restraining an appreciative growl. The sudden urge to bury my face between her thighs and taste her almost prevails. Almost. But I summon my self-control and place the tip of the phallus at her gaping entrance. Her legs tremble harder, but she doesn't move or protest in the slightest.

"Good little female." This time, not only does she flush under my praise, but her eyes dilate, and her breath catches in her throat.

Though I hold the tip of the metallic shaft at her core's entrance, I don't yet attempt to penetrate her. I only apply the tiniest amount of pressure. As I hold the phallus in place, ready to thrust inside when the time is right, I spread moisture from her core over her pulsating clit. The distended bit of flesh swells larger as I pay it attention, and Leona occasionally lifts her center and mewls deep in her throat as I tend to this sensitive part of her nether region.

"Doctor Zahhn?"

"Yes, human female?"

"If Darrvason males have two shafts, how will physical copulation with human females even work? I am not trying to argue or be uncooperative, but I am truly curious, and I'm also worried for my friends who might be claimed by your people." Her eyes flutter shut as I press harder on her clit while swirling moisture atop it.

"If the one mating orifice your females possess is able to accommodate a Darrvason shaft, our males could still claim your females and impregnate them without having to resort to the use of fertility labs. We could simply drive one appendage into your one hole, then switch and claim you a second time with the unspent appendage." I gaze at the tiny pucker nestled between her cheeks. "However, I suspect that with proper training, you could withstand a shaft in your bottom hole, which could make traditional Darrvason mating methods possible."

Her mouth drops open, and she shakes her head so fast her dark locks bounce over her shoulders. "Absolutely not. That doesn't sound possible. I could never take one of those huge phalluses in my… bottom hole . I still don't believe it's possible that one will fit in my… mating orifice ."

It hasn't escaped my notice that she has a tendency to whisper words she deems scandalous, nor that she flushes profusely when she utters them. I think it's a charming habit, and I cannot wait to make her blush even more.

"We will see what is possible very soon, won't we?" I finally reply.

Then I recall something else she'd just said. About her worry for her friends who might be claimed by Darrvason males. It's an odd comment, one that doesn't quite make sense. Why would she worry for her friends but not for herself? I peer at her intently as I try to unravel this mystery.

Her age . The answer practically screams at me.

If she's worried for her friends but not for herself, perhaps it means she's not in the nineteen to twenty-five age bracket. Older. She must be older. It makes sense, especially since she'd recently pissed Commander Hampton off, a repugnant male who seems to thrive on framing citizens of the Jansonna and meting out revenge.

The prospect of Leona being too old to be claimed by one of my people's males causes relief to rush through me. Yes, I want her for myself, never mind that it's not possible. But knowing another male won't be able to claim her is a calming thought.

If another Darrvason male were to take possession of her, I fear I might go mad with jealousy and challenge the male to lahhkda , a fight to the death for the ownership of a female.

I exhale a long breath as I study the petite woman, trying to determine if she looks older than the other four female patients who were brought to the medical bay. In truth, I'd barely glimpsed the faces of the other females, for I'd been so taken with Leona's beauty.

"How old are you?" I ask, pausing in my caresses to her engorged nubbin.

The alarm that fills her eyes confirms my suspicions. She's above the age of twenty-five. Not that I care. Whether she's among the most fertile of her people's females or not, I feel fortunate to have met her, and I still can't push away the fervent need to claim her. I still want to rut her savagely and spill my seed in her tight depths. I want to watch my blue essence trickle from her core and down her inner thighs, a mark of my ownership. Proof of our mating.

Fluxx . I need to regain control of my urges lest I bend her over the table, push her thighs wide apart, and ravish her in a moment of lust-fueled madness.

Crazed. Being in her presence makes me crazed with desire.

It's true. If Doctor Ammdox had tried to take her to an exam room, I would've fought that shoggra to the death, never mind that we weren't claiming mates, only patients for a private examination.

"How old are you, little female?" I ask again. "Tell me the truth and no harm will come to you."

She blinks fast. "Thirty-five."

"Let me guess. Commander Hampton selected you despite your age just because you'd pissed him off." I push the phallus a bit more firmly to her core, and her legs quiver as a rapturous look overtakes her. She appears to struggle for air. All the while, I continue my assault on her swollen button, spreading moisture over it and circling it with increasing pressure.

"Something like that," she says on a quick exhale. "But please, don't tell anyone." She grips the sides of the table, and her sudden whimpering moan echoes off the walls. I think it's the most enticing sound she's made thus far, and I long to hear it again.

"I vow to guard your secret, little female."

She shudders and her center lurches upward. "Thank you, Doctor Zahhn."

I like hearing my name on her lips, though I can't help but fantasize about her simply calling me Zahhn . If she were my mate, she could follow the custom of my people and address me as Zahhn when we were alone.

If she were my mate…

Star Gods, I rage that it cannot be so.

Even if I decided to accept Emperor Radakk's offer and claim a mate of my own, a reward for my long years of service to the Darrvason Empire, Leona would not be an option due to her age. I can't fathom claiming a different female. Only her.

I silently curse the details of the blasted treaty between my people and humankind. The particulars have already been finalized, and though I'm an asset to the empire, I'm not arrogant enough to believe I could personally request a specific female from the Jansonna who happened to be outside the predetermined age range.

My gaze sweeps over Leona as I once again try to memorize everything about her. I also inhale her scent, wanting to remember the deliciousness of her budding arousal.

I study her center. More slickness has escaped her core to trickle onto her thighs. I finally nudge the tip of the phallus into her chasm, and her mouth parts on a huge gasp. Quivers assail her as her back arches, drawing my gaze to her bosom. Her nipples remain ever hard, firm little peaks that are begging to be sucked.

Fluxx . I'm on the verge of losing control. All I can think about is leaning down and taking one ripe berry in my mouth. I tear my gaze from her chest and return my eyes to her nether region, though that does little to help calm my desires. I switch from thinking about suckling her bosom to feasting on her pussy.

If I ran my tongue over that sensitive, distended button of hers, would she shatter directly against my mouth? All the blood in my body rushes southward and I become momentarily dizzy. I'm so utterly intoxicated by Leona that I fear I'm losing my sanity.

I increase the pace of swirls to her clit and nudge the metallic shaft a tad deeper, and though it's a tight fit, her mating orifice stretches around the object. I stare, enraptured, at her center, then push the phallus forward, until it's halfway submerged in her chasm. Her breath hitches and she continues moaning and whimpering, though none of the noises escaping her sound pained.

Her sensual excitement, the copious slickness in her core that only keeps increasing, helps the metallic shaft glide deeper… until I'm suddenly unable to easily push it further.

I peer at the readings on the medical scanner, as well as the live feed that's playing on my wrist comm which shows the other physicians' current results. Two of my colleagues have encountered the same fleshy blockage when attempting to penetrate their patient's mating orifice with a phallus, though the readings show the fleshy blockage is quite small and the channel continues beyond it, as though it's a minor obstruction that's meant to be breached. A barrier of innocence, I realize, as I recall that Darrvason females possess something similar. Not that I've ever examined a woman of my kind, as there are only a handful of Darrvason females left in the universe, but I've done plenty of reading on the subject.

"Are you in pain, Leona?" I don't cease strumming her clit, and I revel in her struggle to open her eyes and answer my question. Though she might be experiencing some discomfort from the phallus, I suspect she's close to a climax. Her nubbin has never appeared so swollen.

"There's a lot of pressure all of a sudden. Perhaps a slight sting."

As I inspect the readings on the medical scanner, I debate whether I ought to proceed. Yet I must perform my duty to the Darrvason Empire and determine the full extent of her ability to physically mate with a male of my kind. Truly, I'm about to steal what's left of her innocence, but it can't be helped.

I increase my efforts to bring her to a release, spreading more moisture over her throbbing button. I also withdraw the phallus slightly from her core only to push it back inside, and I repeat this motion over and over, mimicking the movement of a plunging shaft in the act of mating.

Just as her body tenses and her face contorts with euphoria, I shove the phallus beyond the fleshy barrier, then immediately withdraw the object and push it even deeper, continuing to drive in and out of her chasm.

She cries out and shudders almost violently, but the blissful look remains on her face, and she continues undulating her hips in a rhythm that mirrors my plunges. A quick glance at the scanner reveals the fleshy barrier is gone.

I wait until her hips cease moving and she settles on the table, panting breathlessly as she peers up at me, her visage once again showing her shock and confusion. I suppose given her upbringing in a sexually repressed society, she likely doesn't comprehend the significance of what just transpired.

"What," she gasps, "what was that? That feeling. That intense quaking I just felt. I've never… what …" Her voice trails off and she appears dazed.

Satisfaction swells inside me as I realize the gravity of her statement. Not only did she just experience her first climax, but it was I who brought her to the heights of pleasure.

Carefully, I withdraw the phallus from her center and set it aside. Then I brush a hand down the length of one slender thigh. Her legs continue trembling, and she hasn't quite caught her breath. Questions still brim in her eyes, and I suppose I ought to enlighten her.

"You just experienced a climax, little female."

"A what?"

"An orgasm," I clarify. "A perfectly natural response to the pleasure that was winding up inside you as I stroked your clit and penetrated you with the phallus." I tilt my head to the side as I study her. "You truly have never touched yourself before and felt any such sensation?"

She flushes profusely and shakes her head, appearing scandalized by the very notion of self-pleasure. "No. Never." Once again, confusion flits through her gaze, and her mouth opens and closes a few times as she struggles for words. "It, well, I have never had the urge, nor did I know it was possible." She peers down at her nether area, and I follow her gaze and take in the sight of her quivering thighs and the slick arousal that coats her flesh.

I move to her side and caress a hand through her hair. Soft. So soft. I could spend days on end just touching her and memorizing the texture of every tiny part of her body.

"I will help you get cleaned up and allow you to rest for a moment, Leona. Then we will continue with the exam."