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SERENAI

“As I told you before, I was captured by slavers when I was just nineteen cycles,” he began in his deep, rumbling voice.

He seemed huge in the bed beside her—a giant.

But Serenai wasn’t afraid. As close as he was, she could feel the heat radiating from his big body and smell his scent—a dark, spicy, wild fragrance that seemed to draw her to him.

She was glad that this room had a window which let in a little light between the curtains, so she could see the big half- Kindred .

“Yes?” she asked softly, because he had paused.

“I was angry and frightened,” he went on. “ Both my parents were dead and I was on my own for the first time—that’s probably why I was stupid enough to get caught by slavers.”

“How did they catch you?” Serenai asked.

He sighed.

“I walked into a bar in the wrong sector of the galaxy and someone drugged my drink. When I woke up, I was wearing my very first pain collar.” He lifted one hand to indicate the thick collar around his neck.

“ I fought it, of course. But there’s no fighting a pain collar.

I nearly gave myself permanent nerve damage before I finally gave in and realized there was no getting away. ”

“That’s terrible!” Serenai exclaimed. She suddenly felt twice as guilty—not only for owning her new bodyslave but for having him in a collar. But Brax shook his head.

“No, that’s life,” he said simply. “ Anyway , once I was ‘tame’ enough, they sold me to my old Mistress — Mistress Leelah . And she was fucking beautiful.”

“She was?” Serenai couldn’t help the twinge of jealousy she felt, though she told herself it was ridiculous to feel jealous of some woman her bodyslave had been attached to in the past.

“She was,” he rumbled. “ She was older than me by probably fifteen or twenty cycles but she took a liking to me and decided to train me as her personal bodyslave.”

“Train you? How ?” Serenai asked curiously. “ You mean to wait on her and serve her?”

“More like service her. She taught me…” He cleared his throat. “ Look , little Mistress , I don’t know if I should tell you this. You might be too innocent to hear it.”

“But I want you to tell me!” Serenai protested. “ I want you to tell me everything. And I’m not that innocent— I’m of age, you know!”

Brax nodded.

“Very well, then. What Mistress Leelah taught me was how to pleasure her—mostly she trained me in the art of eating pussy.”

“Eating…” Serenai felt a tingle go through her whole body, though she couldn’t say exactly why. “ Do you mean she wanted you to…to taste her forbidden areas?” she asked at last.

Brax rumbled laughter.

“Is that what you call your pussy? A ‘forbidden area?’” he asked, sounding highly amused.

“It’s what they called it at the Convent ,” Serenai shot back. “ The place between a woman’s legs and the tips of her breasts are forbidden.”

“Forbidden to who?” he asked, sounding mystified. “ Forbidden for a man to touch of for anyone to touch?”

“It’s forbidden for anyone—except a woman’s husband,” Serenai explained. “ That’s what the Sisters at the Convent taught us, anyway.”

“But Yonnite Mistresses don’t get married,” he pointed out. “ So are you going to go through your whole life completely untouched, little one? Are you at least allowed to touch yourself?”

“What? No ! That’s extremely forbidden,” Serenai told him.

“So you’re just supposed to live a life completely devoid of sexual pleasure?” Brax sounded like he was frowning. “ That doesn’t seem very fucking fair.”

“I… I don’t know if it’s fair or not.” Serenai bit her lower lip. “ Go back to your story, please,” she said, wanting to change the subject. “ Tell me more about how your old Mistress , er, trained you.”

“Well, basically she kept me between her legs half the fucking day,” he rumbled and the pleasure in his deep voice said he hadn’t minded it a bit.

“ She taught me all the different parts of the female anatomy—the outer lips, the inner lips, the clit—or as we Kindred call it, the ‘ Goddess Pearl .’ Not to mention the Goddess spot inside.”

Serenai listened with wide eyes.

“There are…different parts?” she asked at last.

Brax’s glowing eyes looked down at her. He was sitting against the headboard with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Little one, did they really teach you nothing at that convent you were raised in?” His deep voice sounded incredulous.

“Never mind—they taught us enough,” Serenai said quickly. But she couldn’t help feeling abysmally ignorant. How could she know so little about her own body? But then again, she didn’t know much of anything about a male body either—other than she felt extremely attracted to Brax’s .

Stop that—stop thinking that way! scolded a little voice in her head. It’s wrong and you know it. He’s your bodyslave—you’re not meant to be attracted to him.

But she couldn’t seem to help herself.

“Go on with your story,” she said to Brax .

“Well…all right. Though it seems to me you might have a story of your own, little one,” he remarked. “ Anyway , my Mistress taught me well. Being half Kindred , I already had a talent for tasting a woman because the Kindred have a biological need to taste their female’s pussy.”

“They do?” Serenai couldn’t keep the surprise out of her voice.

“Mm-hmm. Add that to my Ryther side, which gives me the ‘ Thirst ’ and it’s like the Goddess created me just to please a woman with my tongue.”

He sounded proud of it, Serenai thought. For some reason she was pressing her thighs together as she pictured him kneeling to…but no, she had to stop thinking like that!

But something he said bothered her.

“What’s the ‘ Thirst ?’” she asked.

He sighed deeply and in the dim light she could see him running a hand through his hair.

“It’s a mating instinct that I get from my Ryther side,” he said at last. “ It means I’m not just good at tasting women— I fucking crave it.

My old Master , Maximus , used to buy me time with willing slave girls as a reward for fighting well.

That’s what I thought you were, when you first came to look at me in my cage,” he added frankly.

“ A slave girl that he’d bought for me to taste. ”

Serenai remembered how he’d promised to be gentle if she would just spread her thighs for him. The memory made her shiver and press her legs closed tight —but somehow the tighter she pressed, the more that tingling feeling seemed to rise in her core.

“I… I could never—” she began.

“No, of course not. I wouldn’t expect it,” Brax said shortly. “ I know you value your purity, Mistress .”

“Yes…yes, I do,” Serenai said, but her voice came out sounding doubtful. Why was that? “ So your Mistress ‘trained’ you,” she said, trying to get back to his story.

“Yes, she did. She used to spread her thighs and call me to her.” Brax’s deep voice was rough with desire. “ She’d say, ‘come here boy, and pleasure me.’ I’d be on my knees for fucking hours .” He sighed wistfully. “ It was fucking amazing.”

Serenai was shocked that he liked “tasting” women so much.

“Is it really that good?” she asked hesitantly.

“With a woman who really wants it—who’s willing to let go and let me taste her fully until she comes all over my face and drenches my tongue in her honey, hell yes it’s good, little one,” Brax rumbled.

He sighed and Serenai could hear deep longing in the sound.

“I remember how my Mistress used to run her fingers through my hair and then grip it really hard and grind against my mouth. Sometimes she put me on my back on the bed and then she sat on my face. Feeling her thighs on either side of my head while she rode me was so fucking hot .”

He shifted on the bed, parting his legs, which had been crossed at the ankles, as though to make some space between his thighs.

“Sometimes she’d take me to fancy dinner parties and push me under the table. The whole time she was eating her food, I was eating her.”

“Really? She had you doing that in public?” Serenai could scarcely believe it. “ But that’s so…so…”

“So immodest? So impure?” He sounded amused again. “ Fuck yes, it was. But it was also fucking incredible . It was a kind of game we played—she was trying to eat like nothing was happening and I was doing my damndest to make her drop her fork and start moaning.”

“Oh my!” Serenai said faintly. She couldn’t imagine doing such things with her new bodyslave!

Or can you? whispered that wicked little voice in her head and she found she was picturing herself sitting at a table with Brax under the tablecloth doing unspeakable things with his tongue between her thighs.

But she could never let him do such things to her, Serenai reminded herself.

After all, what if he put a baby in her belly?

She wasn’t exactly sure how that was accomplished, but she had a vague idea that men had something to do with it.

Except here on Yonnie Six where everyone used Conception Centers instead.

“So…what went wrong? Between you and your Mistress , I mean?” she asked, trying to push such thoughts out of her head and only partially succeeding.

He sighed.

“What went wrong was several things. First , I had a late growth spurt. Mistress Leelah was about your size—maybe a little taller. When she first bought me, I was only about a head taller than her. But then I started growing and didn’t stop until I look like I do now.

” He made a sweeping gesture, indicating his huge frame.

“ I think me being so much bigger than her made her afraid of me.”

“You are, er, very intimidating ,” Serenai admitted softly.

“I know. I can’t help it, though.” He shrugged, his broad shoulders rolling and Cheeky , who was still perched on one, cheeped sleepily in protest. “ Anyway , she started using me less as I got bigger,” he went on. “ And then came the night of the robbery.”

“The robbery?” Serenai asked. She was thoroughly absorbed in his story by this time. “ Did someone break into your Mistress’s home?”

He nodded.