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more pages and he’d be
finished. He scratched a match and lit the two candles on his desk, then
returned to his task. His eyes swam in and out of focus.
    Rydah checked his timepiece—the courier would be by in less
than an hura .
    He turned, suddenly aware that he’d been ignoring Jenya for
a while now. She stood impassively in the living room, her chain still hooked
around her waist. For just a moment, he admired her body again. He longed to
take her into his arms and slide his hard cock deep within her. He could
imagine her warm wetness, her rapid breathing, her small arms encircling him.
    He found himself breathing shallowly in anticipation.
“Jenya,” he said.
    She opened her eyes, startled.
    “Come here.”
    She came to him quickly in her jingling stride. He directed
her to stand next to his desk. “I’ve got just a few more pages to do. I know
I’ve been ignoring you. But I have to finish this work tonight. It would help
encourage me to work quickly if you would stand here by my side. I want to feel
your presence.”
    She nodded and stepped close. Rydah inhaled her scent again.
Her hair smelled like fresh rain. Her skin had a natural, sweet perfume. He
closed his eyes and drank in the delicious odors.
    His cock grew hard. He glanced over to see her firm young
breasts at eye level. His eyes drifted down to the downy fur at the triangle of
her legs and the hint of the pleasures below. “Spread your legs apart,” he
ordered. She obeyed instantly.
    In spite of his efforts to finish his task, he allowed his
hand to reach out and flick the bell, causing it to bounce against her clit. He
noticed the muscles of her upper thighs twitched in response. He watched,
fascinated, as her labia parted and swelled. Her clit peeked a shy greeting
from behind its hood.
    That was a stupid idea , he told himself. I’ll
never be able to finish my work now. All I want to do is breed her.
    Jenya was no fool. She could see the impact she had on her
lord. She resisted a smile. The man was human after all. She could see the bulge
in his breeches. Jenya felt a sense of pride and power for the first time.
    Now she knew why the bell had been such an important
adornment to her body. She could remember dreading the moment her clit-hood
would be pierced, yet knew she would not be presentable to her lord until it
was done, so she had gone to the clinic with determination…
    The other girls had told her that it hurt, yes, but only
for short time. The way they held themselves with self-assurance and
satisfaction made Jenya wonder if they suddenly thought of themselves as holy.
    Lady Margeld, the Noblewoman of Lord Syminton, escorted
her, naked, down the corridors until they reached the right cubicle where the
two nurses awaited. “This won’t hurt much,” she assured Jenya. “You know why we
do this, don’t you?”
    “To stimulate my reproductive organs so that I might be
more receptive to my master,” Jenya said by rote.
    “Yes, but do you know exactly what that means?”
    Jenya grew embarrassed. “Um, it’s to rub against my
clitoris and make me want to breed all the time.”
    Margeld’s face broke into a broad smile. “That’s right!
All the Damon breeders have them. You want to be ready for your master at all
times. Only then will you be a successful breeder. Now, I’ll leave you to the
nurses.” She turned and left the room, leaving Jenya at their mercy.
    A nurse with a hooked nose directed Jenya to sit up on
the padded bench that was raised at one end. She fastened her legs with straps
to both sides, pulling her thighs far apart.
    “Here, drink this,” the second nurse said, thrusting a
cup into her hands. Jenya looked at it questioningly until she responded.
“Don’t worry, it’s just something to relax you, so it won’t hurt.” She gave her
a kindly smile. “I’m Agthar, this is Tumira.” She pointed at the hooked-nosed woman.
    Jenya swallowed the contents of the cup gratefully. The
liquid burned going down and