When She’s Common – Risdaverse Read Online Ruby Dixon

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He seems to think I'm his servant despite me declaring repeatedly that I'm not. That this is a misunderstanding and no one is serving anyone. Does he think if he bullies me he can get his way despite my protests? The thought pisses me off and I storm toward my bedroom door, flinging it open. "Listen here⁠—"

I stop and shriek at the sight before me.

He's naked. Really fucking naked.

And he's in my bed.

It's one thing to spend time with a seven-foot-tall cat alien, and it's another to have him naked in my bed. "What the fuck, dude?"

He lounges on his back, his feet hanging over the edge of the bed. One arm is propped up behind his head and his long, furry white jowl-fur spills fluffily over his arm. His upper arms and chest are covered with more of the thick fur, and it tapers down to a thin coating over the skin on his lower abdomen and thighs, with a prominent tuft right between the legs. Even through the fur, I can see his enormous schlong. He's not circumcised, but he's also a show-er. Everything is hanging out for anyone to see, and the darn thing lies against his thigh, large and in charge.

I'm one of the few human refugees that hasn't been sexual with any of the alien races we've met. It was a lucky thing for me, being in that aquarium environment, even if it was incredibly lonely. Some humans had positive experiences in bed with their alien captors, but one theme has been consistent overall—the dicks are always huge.

This guy is living up to what I've heard. He might even be trying to break a few records.

I stare at him in horror as he reaches out and adjusts himself. How did things escalate so damn quickly? I swear I turned my back on him for a minute and suddenly he's naked in my bed.

Zhur waves a hand idly to me, as if shooing me away. "I don't require servicing. I'm too tired. This day has defeated me."

I sputter. "I beg your fucking pardon?"

He speaks slower, as if that was the problem. "I. Do Not. Require. Servicing."

"I wasn't going to service you!"

That gets his attention. He adjusts his cock again—which, I am relieved to note, is still flaccid—and eyes me. "Most servants are pleased to do so. They love to cater to their masters."

Ugh. This guy. "First of all, I'm not your servant. Second of all, I'm not doing anything for you. And third of all, quit fucking touching your dick!" I wave a hand at him as he messes with it again. "It is really hard to have a conversation with you when you keep fondling yourself!"

"My pants were too tight," he grumbles. "Everything was constricted. And I don't see why you're so upset. Humans are chattel, are they not?"

He really is not winning me over with all this happy-servant-human-chattel talk. "We were free on our home world and we've been freed again here. If you want a servant, you're going to have to pay up."

He shrugs lazily. "This is no problem. I will pay you."

"I didn't say I would do it!" I spread my hands. "I don't need your money! What the hell would I buy?"

His eyes gleam, and I feel like I've stumbled into a trap. "Why, a pet, of course. One that is approved of by those that run this place."

That makes me pause. I figured cats were contraband, but I also figured what no one knew about wouldn't hurt them. "There's an approved pet list? How would you know?"

"Because my informant that scoped out this planet for me told me that Lord va'Rin's wife was just gifted a carinoux. Do you know what that is?" When I shake my head, he continues. "It is a great, lizardlike creature with iridescent scales, but is extremely intelligent and loyal. I'm told that Lady va'Rin compared it to a cat from her world and was excessively pleased at the gift."

The wheels in my brain start turning. "No one is going to give me issues if I get one of those? How do I get one?"

"They're rare and expensive."

Of course they are. Everything has its price.

"But you will be able to afford it if you are my servant." He scratches his claws through his chest fur. "I pay my staff exceedingly well."

This feels like a trap, all right.

CHAPTER

ELEVEN

ZHUR

I can tell I've captured the female's interest at the mention of credits. Credits always bring even the most reluctant of people around. Everyone has a price. It's just figuring out how much they charge. Meev pauses and stares at me, her arms crossed over her chest.

Then she shakes her head. "No. I'm not doing this. I'm not going to be your servant simply because you mentioned another kind of pet."

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