body. She was slim. Talon found himself understanding why her companion would have broken the law to harvest yemuta . The plant was the most valuable when it was allowed to grow for several seasons since the unique seasoning didn’t achieve its full flavor until the stock was at least six inches thick. While it might appear that hunters did not value the yemuta , it was a fact that they valued it so much, strict penalty was imposed on anyone who harvested it too young. That did not give inhabitants of other sectors the right to steal it. The plant grew best when it was left growing where it decided to sprout as cultivating it didn’t produce the same intense flavor that a wild stalk did. All resources on hunter grounds belonged to their resource control—no single male held the right to allow greed to dictate his actions. Talon would not touch that costly plant because when it was harvested it would be shared throughout the sphere. By protecting it Talon ensured his right to a fair share of it. But there was a part of him that recognized the injustice of Chanah being his trophy. She was not a thief and that made him even more determined to keep her. Talon frowned at his own possessiveness. It shouldn’t matter which female he kept as a trophy. He remembered the other deviant and felt his emotions rise up in rejection of the female who had been clasping the yemuta . He did not want her. Talon looked at the bathing room door and his cock stiffened until it was hard and longing once again. His lips settled into a firm line of determination. He wanted Chanah. Having her wasn’t quite enough. His cock was still demanding more than last night’s surrender. Talon craved something beyond the way Chanah had collapsed against him as exhaustion claimed her. He wasn’t exactly sure what it was but the idea of Chanah lying on a table as he instructed another hunter on how to train his trophy turned his mood angry. He didn’t want to share her and he wasn’t interested in training her to the point that she would allow her body to be finger-fucked in front of another male either. That left Talon wondering just what he did desire from her beside sex. His plans had been carefully constructed through the last few years but they did not account for the reality of just who Talon had captured. Right or wrong really didn’t mean a whole lot as he listened to the water running. But maybe he should return to his work terminal and find out what “seduce” meant. The corners of his mouth rose as he looked at the closed door of the bathing room. Chanah had cast down a challenge and Talon was a hunter to the core. No challenge was too great and he would conquer every one in his path…or die trying.
Chanah snarled at her training harness. She inspected the thing in the polished reflective panels mounted in the bathing room and still couldn’t find any means of freeing her body from the device. There was no visible clasp or latch anywhere on the thing and she even bent over to look between her legs to make certain she didn’t let her modesty keep her away from freedom. Her lips twisted into a grimace. She could see the hunter doing something like hiding the clasp in her slit. But all she saw were two rounded lengths of leather that ran between the folds of her sex. There were two metal rings sitting on either side of her belly button that the leather was laced through and one tie that could slide up towards them or down towards her clit. When you moved that little tie the two lengths of leather running through her slit opened or closed depending on the direction. That was how the hunter had used the strips to hold her slit away from her clit. When she walked or moved the little tie fell towards her clit and the leather closed to slip into her slit. Masturbating had never appealed so greatly as it did just then. Chanah was torn by the growing need flickering across her clit and the twinge from her pride. Facing the hunter with a