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self-protection."
Parisia gave her a sad smile. "Good. Because that's precisely what I'm going to do. But I feel like I'm walking into a cage of hungry she-wolves."
"When do you plan to talk to Parliament?"
Parisia glanced at the calendar on the wall. "Three days. That should be sufficient time for the new crossovers to be fully assimilated before I introduce any new problems."
She didn't tell Brianne what was bothering her more than suggesting Heart develop a defense system. If Parliament could be convinced to change the law, who would design it? Who would implement it? She didn't believe a single female on Heart was capable of killing another being. Only men, in their natural state, had the aggressive traits necessary to wage war, and Heart men had been medicated for so many generations, no one knew if the neutralization could be completely reversed at all let alone in time to make a difference. In any event, Parisia was certain the women would never agree to expose themselves to male dominance, even if it meant survival of the race.
* * *
Nadia of Hinac pretended to listen to the inane gossip of the two women that had waylaid her. Her need to keep them as supporters forced her to be polite and feign interest, though her mind was on a drastically different track.
She had spent an hour that morning in the Observation Room watching the new crossovers awaken. Some of the observers with her were repulsed by the barbaric behavior of the Earth men. Others, like the Imperial Prefect's brat, were intrigued, in the way a child might study an ant colony.
Nadia's reaction was neither of those, though no one else could tell. Outwardly, she showed disgust and spoke of how relieved she would be once the antidote took effect. Inwardly, her pulse raced, her stomach fluttered and she had to clench her thighs to ease the itch between them.
It had begun when she received news of their arrival. So many of them at once. Some in chains. Some with weapons. The danger was so close she could practically taste it.
She had given in to the temptation to watch them being taken care of in the hospital, knowing that later she would be obsessed by visions of their large, masculine, nude bodies. Tortured by fantasies of how she could use them to satisfy her secret needs—needs that women weren't supposed to have. But the itch had already begun and she was never able to resist the dark pleasure that followed it.
At a very young age, Nadia had learned that the itch was not normal and shouldn't be mentioned, not even to one's own mother. The result of revealing an unhealthy interest in the male gender was medication. It only took a few doses for Nadia to realize she didn't like having her personal strength neutralized. After that, she kept her curiosity secret and became the perfect Heart woman... at least in public.
In private she experimented with different ways to appease the itch. Before long, she discovered that she could increase the intensity of the satisfaction by prolonging the build-up. Sometimes, she would make herself wait all day before giving in to it. She would ease the throbbing a little by crossing her legs or squirming in a chair, but she would hold off the final burst of sensation until she was nearly crazed with need. That way, the sweet darkness was often so powerful, it would last half the night.
There were times when the itch came on by itself but more often it followed thoughts about men. Like every school girl, she had learned the facts about the male species and why they had to be medicated. In their natural state, they posed a severe danger to women. Their strength, aggressive nature, and especially their male anatomy were all structured to dominate.
While the other girls were shivering with distaste, Nadia had trembled with excitement. The characteristics of men that Heart women were so adamant about controlling became the trigger for Nadia's secret fantasies.
Throughout Heart, men were forbidden by law to touch a
Parisia gave her a sad smile. "Good. Because that's precisely what I'm going to do. But I feel like I'm walking into a cage of hungry she-wolves."
"When do you plan to talk to Parliament?"
Parisia glanced at the calendar on the wall. "Three days. That should be sufficient time for the new crossovers to be fully assimilated before I introduce any new problems."
She didn't tell Brianne what was bothering her more than suggesting Heart develop a defense system. If Parliament could be convinced to change the law, who would design it? Who would implement it? She didn't believe a single female on Heart was capable of killing another being. Only men, in their natural state, had the aggressive traits necessary to wage war, and Heart men had been medicated for so many generations, no one knew if the neutralization could be completely reversed at all let alone in time to make a difference. In any event, Parisia was certain the women would never agree to expose themselves to male dominance, even if it meant survival of the race.
* * *
Nadia of Hinac pretended to listen to the inane gossip of the two women that had waylaid her. Her need to keep them as supporters forced her to be polite and feign interest, though her mind was on a drastically different track.
She had spent an hour that morning in the Observation Room watching the new crossovers awaken. Some of the observers with her were repulsed by the barbaric behavior of the Earth men. Others, like the Imperial Prefect's brat, were intrigued, in the way a child might study an ant colony.
Nadia's reaction was neither of those, though no one else could tell. Outwardly, she showed disgust and spoke of how relieved she would be once the antidote took effect. Inwardly, her pulse raced, her stomach fluttered and she had to clench her thighs to ease the itch between them.
It had begun when she received news of their arrival. So many of them at once. Some in chains. Some with weapons. The danger was so close she could practically taste it.
She had given in to the temptation to watch them being taken care of in the hospital, knowing that later she would be obsessed by visions of their large, masculine, nude bodies. Tortured by fantasies of how she could use them to satisfy her secret needs—needs that women weren't supposed to have. But the itch had already begun and she was never able to resist the dark pleasure that followed it.
At a very young age, Nadia had learned that the itch was not normal and shouldn't be mentioned, not even to one's own mother. The result of revealing an unhealthy interest in the male gender was medication. It only took a few doses for Nadia to realize she didn't like having her personal strength neutralized. After that, she kept her curiosity secret and became the perfect Heart woman... at least in public.
In private she experimented with different ways to appease the itch. Before long, she discovered that she could increase the intensity of the satisfaction by prolonging the build-up. Sometimes, she would make herself wait all day before giving in to it. She would ease the throbbing a little by crossing her legs or squirming in a chair, but she would hold off the final burst of sensation until she was nearly crazed with need. That way, the sweet darkness was often so powerful, it would last half the night.
There were times when the itch came on by itself but more often it followed thoughts about men. Like every school girl, she had learned the facts about the male species and why they had to be medicated. In their natural state, they posed a severe danger to women. Their strength, aggressive nature, and especially their male anatomy were all structured to dominate.
While the other girls were shivering with distaste, Nadia had trembled with excitement. The characteristics of men that Heart women were so adamant about controlling became the trigger for Nadia's secret fantasies.
Throughout Heart, men were forbidden by law to touch a
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