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If not for the grace of the gods, Shedir
realized he could have been caught disobeying any one of the many Federation
laws imposed on him. Instead of being mated with a woman he loved, he could
easily be in Conan’s position—mutilated and unmanned, consigned to spend the rest
of his miserable existence in the humiliating garb of a complete eunuch.

Conan had done nothing wrong. As far as
Shedir was concerned, he could have done no less than try to save his brother’s
humanity.

Two drones stood in Shedir’s sleeping
chamber, watching him and mindlessly waiting for him to voice the smallest
command. Just looking at them made him feel guilty, as much as if he’d been the
one to order the obliteration of their humanity. Had these creatures been
transformed as children, before they’d known love and lust? He hoped they had
experienced at least a little more than the need for food and rest.

The wholesale mutilations made no sense.
Mutant gene or not, its victims could have been sterilized and left to
experience the joy and pain of living. The rulers had no need to steal their
minds and hearts. If they had wanted to destroy the males’ ability to dominate
and master their female counterparts, they could simply have made them eunuchs
but let them retain their humanity and some capacity for pleasure.

Shedir laughed out loud. He found it ironic
that his own ancestors had been shunned as barbarians for using castrated male
slaves to guard their harems, while the rulers of today apparently thought
nothing of destroying their subjects’ humanity.

The rulers had nothing against sterilizing
females to use for their own pleasure. Not long ago Shedir had looked forward
to the day he would be granted his own harem—concubines trained to give only
carnal pleasure and expect nothing in return.

Now, all he wanted was to escape, return to
Luna Ten and find each erogenous spot on Doreen’s velvety, sensitive skull
while she knelt and sucked his cock. He’d fuck her tight little ass, then free
her creamy cunt from his jeweled chastity belt and fill her with his hot seed
while suckling her firm, pink nipples.

By now those nipples would be swollen in
preparation for nourishing their child. A child who would grow up whole, free
from the constant threat of mutilation or destruction.
Damn it.
Shedir
had no desire to visit the breeding pens as his superiors had ordered him to do
while he was here on Earth. He had even found it almost impossible to spend his
lust on his sexbot to provide the required amount of semen while on patrol.

His lust was rampant, but only for Doreen.
For months he had longed to hear her little whimpers of pleasure while he’d
patrolled the galaxies, fighting sky pirates and guarding commercial
transporters while they delivered goods to faraway colonies. He had barely been
able to focus on business this morning as he’d given the requisite report of
his patrol to his superior officer.

He had always considered Earth his home.
But not now. His home was with Doreen, wherever she might be. Stripping off his
uniform, he stood naked before the drones. Fuck his ambition. It made no sense
when every cell in his body ached for his beloved slave.

In slow motion Shedir lifted the heavy
insignia of the Federation Sky Command over his head and set it down. No more.
Wrapping his naked body in the robe of a Federation semen donor, he strode from
the villa, past the breeding pens he’d been ordered to visit.

Nodding to the occasional passerby, Shedir
made his way to the landing pad, sparing a fleeting glance at the starship he’d
commanded for so long. As he fired up the engines in his small, personal
transporter, he realized he no longer needed the pride, the ambition that a
Federation starship had always represented.

He was going home to his slave and their
unborn son. Home to Luna Ten, this time to stay.

Epilogue

One fine day six months after Shedir’s
departure, Doreen held a ladder in the orchard while Nebula was picking sweet,
succulent grapes to make a new batch of ceremonial wine. They’d need more for
the celebration Doreen planned for her Master’s triumphant return.

Her cunt ached with anticipation, for it
had been six months since he’d mated with her, locked her in chastity and gone
away. Only his son, kicking merrily in her belly, had kept her from going mad
with loneliness and need.

“Do you hear that?” Nebula asked.

“What?” Then Doreen heard it—the roar of a
spaceship breaking into the atmosphere of Luna Ten. “Shedir!” she yelled,
dropping her basket of grapes and sprinting away. “My Master is home.”

* * * * *

Shedir scooped Doreen up, laying sweet,
gentle kisses over her swollen breasts and belly as he strode with her to the
fucking glade. “By the god of my forefathers, how I’ve missed this. Missed
you.” Once there, he laid her on the velvety grass beneath the magic vines and
lifted a thin gold chain from around his neck. A chain that held the key to the
chastity belt and nipple shields.

She noticed right away that he was no
longer wearing the Star Command insignia she had never before seen him without.

His clean musk and the fragrance of the
purple flowers above them swirled around her. Her clit swelled and her cunt
creamed with anticipation when he unlocked her jeweled restraints and swept
them away.

“I have missed you, too, Master.” Greedy
for the feel of his hands, his mouth, his hot cock, she spread her legs. “Will
you take your pleasure now?”

With both hands, he cupped her swollen
belly. “I would not hurt you or our child.”

“You will not. I beg you, Master, take me.”

Very gently, her Master lay between her
legs, using his pierced tongue to trace a heated path along her wet slit. “I
love your cream,” he said, laying his cheek briefly against the mound that was
their child before resuming his sensual assault on her swollen sex. “I love
everything about you.”

When he plucked and twisted her distended
nipples, she whimpered with pleasure. It had been so long. Too long. She
welcomed the rasp of his facial stubble against the tender skin of her cunt.
She stroked his gleaming skull, remembering when he let out a groan of pure
ecstasy how good it felt when he fondled the erogenous areas on her own cleanly
shaved scalp.

For hours he petted her, giving of himself
with his hands and tongue while taking little in return. When she had come
until she thought she could take no more, he finally shifted, positioned his
throbbing cock, and filled her as she’d longed to be filled for six long,
lonely months. “Oh, yes. Master, you feel so good. So hot. Fuck me hard.”

Doreen had never felt so wanted. So
cherished. So complete when he sank into her so deeply that his heavy testicles
slapped against her ass. Braced as he was on his forearms, sparing her his
weight, he gave her an incredibly erotic view of each careful thrust. She loved
his power, so obvious in the hard bulge of his biceps, the rippling motion of
his sculpted abdominal muscles.

It was the soft look in her Master’s dark
eyes, though, that warmed Doreen’s heart, told her she was more than a body to
provide his pleasure. His full, soft lips still glistened with her juices when
he bent to claim her mouth. She grew impossibly wetter, more swollen…wanting…
“Please, Master, may I come?”

“Come. Come with me. Oh gods, I can’t hold
out much longer.” He threw back his head and filled her in hot, staccato bursts
that triggered feelings so intense she trembled beneath him. Bursts of sensation
lifted her onto another plane where there was no thought—just the warmth of his
seed searing her cunt, her inner muscles gripping him as though she could hold
him inside her forever.

When Doreen began to recover, she felt his
large hands cupping her head and saw him leaning over her, a look of wonder on
his handsome face. “I am home to stay,” he murmured, punctuating each word with
kisses along her temples.

Doreen could hardly believe her ears. Her
Master was giving up the power and prestige on Earth that meant everything to
him. Giving it up for her—for the sake of freedom on Luna Ten. “You mean it?”

His dark gaze met hers, and he smiled. Then
he bent over her belly and lapped her distended navel. “What can I give you for
giving me this child?”

Doreen met his soft, loving gaze. “I want
you to help me find a mate for Nebula.”

“Anything.” Shedir gathered her in his
arms, dropping kisses on her head, her throat, her swollen, aching breasts. “My
precious slave, your wish is my command.”

The End

About the Author

Ann Jacobs is a sucker for lusty Alpha heroes and happy
endings, which makes Ellora’s Cave an ideal publisher for her work. Romantica®,
to her, is the perfect combination of sex, sensuality, deep emotional
involvement and lifelong commitment—the elusive fantasy women often dream about
but seldom achieve.

First published in 1996, Jacobs has sold over forty books
and novellas, some of which have earned awards including the Passionate Plume
(best novella, 2006), the Desert Rose (best hot and spicy romance, 2004) and
More Than Magic (best erotic romance, 2004). She has been a double finalist in
separate categories of the EPPIES and From the Heart RWA Chapter’s contest.
Three of her books have been translated and sold in several European countries.

A CPA and former hospital financial manager, Jacobs now
writes full-time, with the help of Mr. Blue, the family cat who sometimes likes
to perch on the back of her desk chair and lend his sage advice. He sometimes
even contributes a few random letters when he decides he wants to try out the
keyboard. She loves to hear from readers, and to put faces with names at
signings and conventions.

Ann welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website
and email address on her
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