Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
I had to admit, I had been wishing that myself. No matter how much I reminded myself that it was morally wrong to take a being with a lesser mind sexually, I couldn’t help feeling attracted to the curvy little Earth female.
The thing was, she didn’t seem mentally inferior. Oh, I knew she didn’t have the capacity to control machines with her mind or to look into the mind of another, the way I, as a Korrigon, could. But she was quick and witty and not afraid to stand up for herself—I valued all those qualities in a female.
She’s a pet—just a pet, I reminded myself sternly as I tightened my hold on her leash. It was adjustable with a length that could be extended quite far, but I was keeping it short, to have her near my side for now. I didn’t want to risk losing her in the spaceport.
F’too’sh Beta is safe enough as long as you stay in the main Great Hall area and just peruse the shops and stalls along its perimeter, but there are some very dangerous and dark alleys that lead off the Great Hall where not even I would like to go alone. Still, little one was safe enough as long as she stayed with me and I was happy to show her off.
She walked beside me, her eyes wide as she took everything in. She was wearing a clear rain sheath which she had begged from me before we set off from the ship—which I had at last, reluctantly provided.
“Please, Sir—I’m not used to being naked in public,” she had said, her big, brown eyes filled with pleading. “I know I’m just a pet and you think pets look ridiculous in clothes, but what if I get cold? I need something to cover me.”
I was reluctant to cover her lovely full curves, but I had at last allowed the rain sheath, which would shield her sensitive skin from any drafts. The covering showed her naked form fully while keeping her protected—I thought it was an excellent compromise, though little one had muttered under her breath when I put it on her. She was a sassy little thing at times—I ought to punish her for it, but I found I rather liked it.
Her need for covering did remind me that I would have to synthesize her some furs before we set foot on our next destination, O’nagga Nine. The Naggians had freezing temperatures across most of their world and lived in towers made of ice. Little one was too fragile to allow her on the surface of that world without plenty of protection. But for now, we would simply enjoy the spaceport together.
Though it was a primitive place, there was much to see at F’too’sh Beta. Worm-like Ya-Kat-Tee sellers shouted their wares and waved the colorful wands that made edible candy bubbles in the air on one side of the entrance to the Great Hall. (I stopped and bought a wand for little one, for the pleasure of watching her blow and eat the candy bubbles.)
On the other side of the entrance, a group of Slouthian traders hawked sex spices of all kinds and intensities. The Slouthians waved their twelve-fingered hands in the air appealingly, each finger coated with a different colored spice. It made for a lasting impression and it was only the beginning of the vast spaceport.
There were also members of many of the Twelve Peoples present—the humanoids whose planets had been seeded by the Ancient Ones, as they believed.
I saw Vorn warriors with their reddish skin and short, sharp horns talking to Braxians—a fierce people with blue hides and white-on-black eyes. Their horns were more like my own, curling back from the temples.
Standing in front of one stall that sold jewelry was a Majoran male haggling with the merchant. His skin was a pale green, but as I watched, it changed gradually to red—no doubt reflecting the moods of his mate, who stood quietly beside him, waiting for him to make a bargain for the pieces she wanted.
I shook my head at the sight—though I believe in the right of lesser creatures to live as they wish, Majorans are absolute slaves to their females’ least whims and desires. The color of their skin even changes to match their female’s moods!
It was far better, in my estimation, to act as we Korrigons did. When we found a female we wished to mate, we drew up a temporary mating contract and stayed together for only one year, unless we had a child. After the year was up, if no child was conceived, we were free of each other.
If the union did produce a child, the partners could choose to remain together, though most did not. They would each take part in raising their mutual offspring until he or she reached adulthood, though they were still free to leave the union at any time. It was a far better system than the one most of the primitive Twelve Peoples practiced.