Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
But the green-eyed female in the doorway with her face twisted into an angry frown must be the mother, Mistress Morebutt, and he had no desire to tangle with her.
In the past he might have tried to make the Yonnite Mistress pay for attempting to enslave him, but the Conditioning Helmet had done enough to him to put a halt to that particular impulse. He wouldn’t hurt the Yonnite Mistress or her daughter. Instead, he winked at Ketha and then turned to face her mother.
“Nice to meet you, Mistress Morebutt,” he growled. “I’d like to stay, but I have urgent business to attend to—business you’ve kept me from for the past six solar months!”
“Whatever are you talking about? Ketha—who is this male?” Mistress Morebutt demanded.
“Oh, he…he’s the new Kindred bodyslave, Mother.” Ketha was busy trying to put herself in order. She was sitting up on the couch and had her legs clamped shut, just as though she hadn’t been spread out and moaning while he licked her out and made her gush two minutes before, Styx thought.
“The new Kindred? But he looks nothing like a Kindred!” Mistress Morebutt exclaimed.
“I…I know. He’s a Dae’mon Kindred,” Ketha panted. “Schulo swore he was properly conditioned, but I don’t…don’t think he is.”
“I’m conditioned enough not to kill or hurt either one of you—be thankful for that, ladies,” Styx growled. “But as for staying here to serve you tea and act as your fucking butler, you can forget about that. I’m leaving.”
“You’ll do no such thing!” Mistress Morebutt exclaimed, putting her hands on her hips. “How dare you say such things to me, slave?”
Styx stepped up to the Yonnite Mistress and glared down at her. She might be tall for a female, but he was still two heads taller and massively muscular. He could be fucking terrifying when he wanted to be, and now he turned the full force of his inner predator on her and let his golden eyes blaze with fury.
“Oh…oh dear!” Mistress Morebutt gasped, shrinking away from him as her nerve broke. “Please…don’t hurt us!”
“Told you—that fucking Conditioning Helmet worked at least that much,” Styx growled. “But don’t fucking test me! I’m leaving now.”
He stepped past her and headed for the docking area where Ketha had parked her little ship. He might have had trouble starting it, since it demanded DNA verification but as it happened, he had the hot little female’s DNA all over his mouth at the moment. He licked his lips, savoring her sweet taste.
He would have no more trouble stealing her ship than he’d had making her come for him.
“Wait!”
Styx turned and saw that Ketha had found her feet and was reaching out one hand to him.
“Wait—you can’t…can’t just leave!” she exclaimed and there was pain and need and hunger in her lovely eyes that tugged at his heart.
For a moment Styx stood there, torn between the Conditioning he’d had that forced him to want to serve her and the need to get away and go back to his old life. He had no urge to stay and be Mistress Morebutt’s butler, but Ketha’s sexual hunger called to him.
Again he was reminded of a woman of his home world—she was surely in heat and he wished he could stay and breed her. And then afterwards, maybe he would cuddle her and lick her pussy some more to make her gush for him again…
What the fuck is wrong with you—get out of here! shouted a little voice in his head—the voice of sanity, Styx thought. You have one chance to regain your freedom—take it!
“Sorry, little girl,” he told Ketha. “I’ve got to be going now. You have a nice life and don’t forget me.”
Then he turned and left before the damn Conditioning he’d undergone could whisper in his ear again about how he didn’t want to leave her.
But even as he slid into her ship and pressed his lips to the DNA sensor wand to start it up, he couldn’t get her moans and cries out of his mind or forget the sweet flavor of her hot little pussy.
7
KETHA
“I still don’t understand how he managed to take your ship! Did he steal some of your DNA somehow before he left?” Mistress Morebutt paced the floor, gesturing in the air as she spoke.
Ketha was watching her from the couch, keeping prudently silent. It had been several days now but her mother still wasn’t over what she called “The Attack”, though Styx hadn’t laid a hand on her. Mistress Morebutt had been going over the events endlessly, trying to process the “shocking experience” by talking about it nonstop.
Ketha didn’t think it was so very shocking. The only shocking thing about it was that it hadn’t happened to them earlier.
She’d grown up on Yonnie Six taking bodyslaves for granted but even the short interaction she’d had with Styx had given her a new perspective. He’d said that he had his own life and he wanted to get back to it—that was actually completely reasonable. What was unreasonable, was women like her mother kidnapping males out of their regular lives and making them serve as slaves. Who could blame Styx for wanting to get away?