his chest for support, and he shuddered. His slick fingers moved over her clit, and she was soon rocking to the rhythm set by his hand.
Heat built in her bloodstream and tension coiled in her belly as she got closer and closer to release. He didn’t draw out the torture; he tipped her over the edge and followed her in a rush.
She slumped over him, feeling the thickening and gradual reduction inside her. Her body pulsed around him again.
He grunted, and his fingers dug into her hips. She could see a flash of white as he gritted his teeth and he held himself back from her until he calmed.
“Um, what was that?”
Gyrion ran his tongue over his teeth before answering. “Five percent of the population have mating teeth. I have them; the rest of my family does not.”
“What does it mean?”
“Higher testosterone, better breeder.” He looked embarrassed.
“Oh, so that is why the lady chose him over the other guy that didn’t go insane.”
He covered his eyes with one hand. “Probably.”
“And why you had women lining up to sleep with you.”
He mumbled. “There wasn’t a line.”
She smirked and sat back, slowly unravelling her braid. “Thankfully, I am an open book. No embarrassing secrets.”
“Do you really go into heat twelve times a year?”
She wrinkled her nose. “It is hard to detect, but yes.”
“You don’t need any special trigger or food or anything?”
“Nope. My species just goes off, some more, some less, but as long as the body is sound and everything is normal, that is how it happens.”
“So, it is possible that we could interbreed?”
She bit her lip. “I don’t know if my species and yours have ever been assessed for compatibility. I know that Terrans are easy to tinker with on a genetic level, but I am not sure about us.”
“Would you mind if I looked into it?”
She shrugged her shoulders and combed her hair out with her fingers. “Go nuts. I have never had a plan for family either way.”
He grinned. “Are you going to sit on me all night?”
“I thought about it. Would you like me to get off?”
He chuckled and stroked his palms over her butt. “I would like to shower and try this on a less slick surface. You have meetings tomorrow, but I think a little relaxation is in order.”
She ran her hands down his chest and levered herself free of him. “Shower, huh?”
He was on his feet as soon as she completed her dismount, and he had her under one arm, hauling her into the shower with her giggling and her feet skidding.
Morning would come soon enough. Tonight was for spending with her consort.
The shuttle hovered at the top of the cliff, and Amylia stood with Gyrion on one side of her, Kreatha and Artruo on the other.
The Imperium wasn’t taking any chances. Six guards came out with the representative.
The shuttle let them out, and then, it sank down to the actual landing site.
“Queen Kreatha, we are here on behalf of the Nyal Imperium to arrest you for the death of Ambassador Nefican.”
Amylia stepped forward. “The Imperium has no grounds to remove a Rohul citizen from its soil. Queen Kreatha served six months in Janial, and that was a gross breach of etiquette. As ruler of these lands at the time, she had complete sovereignty. A sexual advance from the ambassador was met with the restraint of her people.”
The representative scowled at her. “Why are you speaking for her? Wait, are you Guard Caxton?”
“No, now I am the Queen of Rohul, Amylia. It is an alpha-based society and no treatise will be concluded with this world until all charges have been dropped.”
“But, you were... were you working with her during the escape?”
Amylia shook her head. “Most assuredly not. The Imperium had my loyalty to its legal system until I was no longer in Imperium space. I believe that a treatise with the Alliance might be a good idea. They have far more respect for the social mores of the people on the worlds they deal with.”
The
Heat built in her bloodstream and tension coiled in her belly as she got closer and closer to release. He didn’t draw out the torture; he tipped her over the edge and followed her in a rush.
She slumped over him, feeling the thickening and gradual reduction inside her. Her body pulsed around him again.
He grunted, and his fingers dug into her hips. She could see a flash of white as he gritted his teeth and he held himself back from her until he calmed.
“Um, what was that?”
Gyrion ran his tongue over his teeth before answering. “Five percent of the population have mating teeth. I have them; the rest of my family does not.”
“What does it mean?”
“Higher testosterone, better breeder.” He looked embarrassed.
“Oh, so that is why the lady chose him over the other guy that didn’t go insane.”
He covered his eyes with one hand. “Probably.”
“And why you had women lining up to sleep with you.”
He mumbled. “There wasn’t a line.”
She smirked and sat back, slowly unravelling her braid. “Thankfully, I am an open book. No embarrassing secrets.”
“Do you really go into heat twelve times a year?”
She wrinkled her nose. “It is hard to detect, but yes.”
“You don’t need any special trigger or food or anything?”
“Nope. My species just goes off, some more, some less, but as long as the body is sound and everything is normal, that is how it happens.”
“So, it is possible that we could interbreed?”
She bit her lip. “I don’t know if my species and yours have ever been assessed for compatibility. I know that Terrans are easy to tinker with on a genetic level, but I am not sure about us.”
“Would you mind if I looked into it?”
She shrugged her shoulders and combed her hair out with her fingers. “Go nuts. I have never had a plan for family either way.”
He grinned. “Are you going to sit on me all night?”
“I thought about it. Would you like me to get off?”
He chuckled and stroked his palms over her butt. “I would like to shower and try this on a less slick surface. You have meetings tomorrow, but I think a little relaxation is in order.”
She ran her hands down his chest and levered herself free of him. “Shower, huh?”
He was on his feet as soon as she completed her dismount, and he had her under one arm, hauling her into the shower with her giggling and her feet skidding.
Morning would come soon enough. Tonight was for spending with her consort.
The shuttle hovered at the top of the cliff, and Amylia stood with Gyrion on one side of her, Kreatha and Artruo on the other.
The Imperium wasn’t taking any chances. Six guards came out with the representative.
The shuttle let them out, and then, it sank down to the actual landing site.
“Queen Kreatha, we are here on behalf of the Nyal Imperium to arrest you for the death of Ambassador Nefican.”
Amylia stepped forward. “The Imperium has no grounds to remove a Rohul citizen from its soil. Queen Kreatha served six months in Janial, and that was a gross breach of etiquette. As ruler of these lands at the time, she had complete sovereignty. A sexual advance from the ambassador was met with the restraint of her people.”
The representative scowled at her. “Why are you speaking for her? Wait, are you Guard Caxton?”
“No, now I am the Queen of Rohul, Amylia. It is an alpha-based society and no treatise will be concluded with this world until all charges have been dropped.”
“But, you were... were you working with her during the escape?”
Amylia shook her head. “Most assuredly not. The Imperium had my loyalty to its legal system until I was no longer in Imperium space. I believe that a treatise with the Alliance might be a good idea. They have far more respect for the social mores of the people on the worlds they deal with.”
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