Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
He sank down on the side of the cot with a weary sigh. There were a few people watching as usual—most of them Yonnite Mistresses. Yonnie Six was one of his least favorite stops on the Blood Circuit because it reminded him of his first owner—the one who had discarded him, even after he had risked his life to save her. She—
A soft cheeping sound mercifully called his attention away from the bad memories. Looking up, Brax saw it was the chirler he’d been trying to tame. This stop on the Blood Circuit lasted three whole solar months and since the little chirler had showed up at the very start of their stay, he’d made good progress.
“Hey, little guy. Here, Cheeky,” he called softly and reached into the bowl beside his bed for a few of the protein crunchies his owner gave him to snack on. They were fairly tasteless, but the little chirler didn’t seem to mind that.
Brax held out a hand filled with treats. His cage was a large one—it had to be to contain one of his measurements—so the gaps between the bars were just big enough for a creature of Cheeky’s size to get through without shocking himself.
Cheeky, who had grayish-blue fur with a black and white racing stripe from the tip of his little nose to the end of his bushy tail, scampered through the bars of the cage and came straight to him.
Brax grinned with delight when the little creature approached him.
“That’s right, little guy. Come on,” he coaxed gently. “You know I won’t hurt you.”
Cheeky only hesitated a moment before scrambling nimbly up the bed and perching himself on Brax’s knee. There he sat, happily stuffing his cheek pouches with protein crunchies until his head was almost as big as his fluffy little body. It was a comical sight—one Brax never tired of.
“How does he know you won’t hurt him?”
The soft voice came from right in front of him. Brax looked up and was startled to see a girl standing there on the other side of the bars. She was dressed as a Yonnite Mistress, though her clothes were more conservative than most, he thought. The bodice of her pale-yellow gown covered her breasts completely and the slit in the skirt was located on the side instead of the front. Hmm—how could a bodyslave kiss her panties if he couldn’t get to them? That was a Yonnite custom he would love to participate in.
Come to think of it, maybe she wasn’t a Mistress. She had no bodyslave with her that he could see. Also, she looked too young to be one of the exalted class who ruled the planet. Brax estimated that she was probably of age—but just barely.
He wondered if she was a special treat—one of the women Master Maximus sometimes sent to him when he’d won an especially lucrative fight. If so, his Master had clearly outdone himself. The little female was fucking gorgeous. She had creamy, light brown skin and long black hair that hung in waves down her back. Her large, dark eyes were beautiful and her features were delicate and pretty. Best of all, she was an Elite—a woman the Goddess had blessed with extra full curves. Exactly the kind of woman Brax most craved.
“Hello, little one,” he murmured, looking her up and down. “What’s that you asked?”
“I said, how does he know you won’t hurt him?”
She nodded at Cheeky, who was still sitting on his knee. Now that he had stuffed his cheek pouches full, he had decided to eat one of the protein crunchies and he was nibbling industriously at the snack.
“Oh, I’ve been taming him for the past three solar months,” Brax told her. He shrugged. “I guess he knows I won’t hurt him because I never have. I move slowly around him—or don’t move at all if he’s not expecting it. I speak in a soft voice and never try to grab him. And most importantly, I give him treats.” He grinned and nodded down at his palm, still half-full of protein crunchies.
In fact, he treated the little chirler much like he treated the women his Master sometimes sent him. They were often frightened in the beginning—especially if they’d seen him fight when he allowed his Ryther side to come out. But after he spoke to them gently for a while and his scent went to work on them, most were willing enough to part their thighs and let him taste them.
Being half Kindred, the biological need to taste a woman never really left him. And his Ryther side made the need worse. Brax’s Master had learned early after he bought him that the huge half-breed would do much better in the ring if his carnal appetites were satisfied.
Brax never tried to breed the girls that were sent to him. His equipment was extremely large and though his body produced enzymes that would help a female to open for him, he didn’t want to risk Bonding any of them to him. That was because he knew he couldn’t keep them—they were slaves like him and once he slaked his lust with them, they would be taken back to their owners and he would never see them again.