On the verge of extinction after a long war, the women of Raskayen take the only chance to enlarge their population--they capture men from other worlds to use them in closed facilities. Restricted by rules, men are only for mating, not for love and the clan chiefs watch their groups of fertile males closely. But when it comes to love, not even leaders can predict the outcome for their society. And there are men who want more than spending their lives as objects of lust.
"It's just a game." She cut off his rebuke by placing a finger on his lips. "You'll love it."
Ferris turned his wrists. His trance of emotions dissolved, but then Mysan tickled his nipples with her tongue. He moaned. Her body brushed his and catapulted it to a new height. This was outstanding, and his body reacted immediately and heavily. He wanted her to take him. "Please…" She went down his belly with her teasing, tickling tongue. His heartbeat hurt. He swallowed dryly. He didn't know what had been done to him aside the prolonged chastity, but he was horny enough for two. "Don't let me…" She kissed him, shutting off whatever plea he was about to make before she undid her bra and revealed her breasts to his bulging eyes. He wriggled on the sheets. "You're killing me. By the Gods of Erian, please, I beg of you, let me touch you!"
She whispered a feeling no and gently touched his face with her nipples, drawing a breathless moan. He opened his mouth to kiss her skin, but she withdrew, giggling.
Ferris felt the heat in his cock climb so high it became unbearable. He lifted his head to watch her drop her panties. Her pubic hair was shaven to a perfect V.
"Don't let me wait any longer. I can't stand it."
"Oh, you will." She ran her tongue down his shaft and, unexpectedly, swallowed his length.
He screamed mad with lust and at the same time feeling tormented to a degree he had never experienced before. He lifted his butt to get more of her hot mouth. The same moment she jerked up her head. Again, Mysan left him dangling between heaven and hell. His body twitched, he clenched his fists, unable to control himself. He was dizzy with excitement, unable to swallow, unable to focus. It was the sweetest torture the scientist could have chosen.
She straddled him, but ignored his hot, hard cock. "Do you want to take me, Ferris?"
He hardly heard her through the pulsing of his blood. "Yes."
"Will you go down on me forcefully? With all you have?"
He hesitated a moment, insecure of her purpose. "Yes." His mouth was so terribly dry, and his brain so utterly drained. "If you let me."