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)
Such parting would be agony if he had formed a Soul-Bond with any of the women sent to him. So it was better just to take himself in hand and jerk off while he tasted them to ease the fire inside him.
Looking at the sweet face staring at him through the bars of his cage, he promised himself he would be extra gentle with this little female. She had an air of innocence about her that made him think she was probably inexperienced. Maybe even a virgin. Gods, he would love to be the first to part her sweet pussy with his tongue and taste her juices!
“He certainly seems to trust you,” she said, nodding at Cheeky. “You’re so much bigger than him but he came right up to sit on your lap.”
“It’s wrong to hurt an innocent creature that’s only looking for comfort,” Brax said honestly. “I think he can tell I’m a peaceful male.”
“You didn’t seem very peaceful a little while ago. I saw what you did to those men in the ring.” Her dark eyes were wide with uncertainty.
Inwardly, Brax cursed his Master. He had asked him many times not to allow the slave girls he brought for Brax to taste to watch him fight ahead of time. It made it so much harder to get them to trust him when they’d seen the Ryther half of him on display! The berserker rage he was capable of when fighting and the terrible things he did to his opponents would frighten anyone—let alone a shy, innocent female who had probably never even been tasted before.
Well, there was nothing to do but try to convince her of his trustworthiness. Of course, she might not be convincible after seeing him fight. In which case, he would let her go. Brax never forced himself on a female—the Kindred half of him abhorred the very thought. If a woman wasn’t willing to be tasted, he simply sent her back to her master or mistress with no complaints.
“Ah, so you saw my last fight,” he said neutrally, offering Cheeky another protein nugget.
“I did.” She shivered. “You ripped those males apart with your bare hands! They were armed but none of them even touched you.”
“Ah, well—that was just my Ryther side coming out,” Brax said as lightly as he could. “I’m half Ryther, half Kindred, you see. The Rythers are a barbarian race from Praxis Six. They go into a berserker rage when they or the ones they love are threatened. It makes them formidable fighters, as you could probably see in the ring.”
“Does that side of you come out all the time? Or is it only when you’re fighting in the Blood Circuit?” she asked.
“Only in the ring,” Brax assured her. “And it doesn’t just ‘come out.’ I let it out. If I didn’t, I’d be dead many times over,” he added. “I’ve been fighting on the Blood Circuit for almost ten years now.”
Her eyes widened.
“That’s a long time. Do you like it?”
Brax shrugged again.
“Don’t have a choice, do I? I like it well enough, I guess. Not as much as working for my first Mistress, but what can you do?”
“You had a Mistress before? You worked for a woman?”
Her large, dark eyes were filled with interest and Brax sensed that she might not be quite as frightened of him now.
“Oh yes. Mistress Leelah. She bought me after I was first captured by slavers. I was only nineteen cycles at the time,” he added. “She only kept me for a year before selling me to the Blood Circuit, but I’ll never forget her.”
“Why did she sell you?” the girl probed.
Brax frowned. This was something he would rather not talk about. Even years later, it was still a painful subject.
“I’d rather not say,” he said carefully. “But it wasn’t because I hurt her or threatened her in any way,” he added. “It was…due to circumstances beyond my control. But of course, most circumstances are beyond your control when you’re a slave. Don’t you think?”
“I suppose so.”
The girl shrugged her creamy shoulders. Gods, her skin looked so soft.
Brax could feel his shaft rising under the thin fabric of the towel he had wrapped around his waist. He shifted on his cot. It had been a long time since his Master had brought him a woman to taste and Maximus had never gotten him one as lovely as this little female.
“So are you here for me?” he asked her directly. “Here to look me over and decide what you think?”
She looked surprised.
“Oh, well…I suppose I am.”
“I know my size is frightening, but I can be gentle, little one,” he assured her. “I would never hurt you—I’d never hurt any female. I’m half Kindred, you know, so if you chose to part your thighs for me and let me taste you—”