She was a creature more legendary for the lack of her kind
in Terig’s spacegoing life. He’d seen a few Earther women, but mostly on vids.
He’d caught a few quick glimpses of the small females during leave on Kalquor
or other colonies. Never up close.
His pulse pounded in his ears. More distracting, it drummed
in his suddenly alert cocks. He drank her in during a split second of shock.
Her hair was the pale gold of hazy noon sunshine in the
summer. It flowed in ocean waves to just past her slender shoulders, framing a
vision made of pastel blue eyes, high cheekbones, pink lips, and a quivering
chin. The silver metal collar circling the long column of her neck spoke of her
slave status. Her legs, elongated by the high hem of her sheath dress, seemed
to go on forever, though she would only stand to Terig’s nose. She faced them
with her legs far apart, as if bracing herself for some shock. Wide open, the
lines of her perspiration-dewed inner thighs pointed up, to lead him straight
to her…
Then the moment was over, duty reasserting itself in the
Nobek’s stunned brain. He was the only one to regain his senses, judging from
the drop-jawed silence of the other warriors, including their supposed leader,
Sesin.
Terig’s voice was harsher than usual. “Where is your Bi’isil
master, Earther?”
Her gaze settled on his face, and he wondered what she
thought of him, with his exposed arms and lean face mapped with old scars. Such
a pretty thing should have been repulsed by so many marks of violence. Yet she
showed no revulsion, only the type of fear he’d expect from someone facing the
unknown. She wore the demeanor of a woman trying to decide if she encountered
friend or foe.
“The last time I saw my master, he was bleeding to death on
the floor and calling me names I’ll not repeat.”
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