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  Since the mud man that was Tazaxx had stepped away some, I dared to lean back some and let the broad head slip from my mouth.

  “Yes, Master,” I murmured breathily. “Let me finish you, please.”

  Where in the world I got the nerve to talk like that, I don’t know. Believe me, I knew I was acting as shameless as an actress in a porno. But Sarden’s flavor was still doing something to me—it made me want more and more of him. In fact, I didn’t just want to suck him—I wanted him to take me right there on the floor of the raised platform and I didn’t care who was watching.

  But Sarden shook his head firmly, a worried look in his eyes.

  “No, I don’t think so. I believe you’ve had enough for now—maybe too much,” he said, making me wonder what he was talking about.

  “Master,” I moaned as he tucked himself away, making sure to keep the head of his rigid shaft hidden as he did so. “Master, please.”

  “No. That’s enough,” he said firmly. “Come now, Zoe, I need to discuss business with our host before it gets too late.”

  He stared at me meaningfully and I realized what he was saying. If the saphor stuff was wearing off this quickly, we really didn’t have time for his, uh, oral gratification. I sat back on my heels and felt my head clearing a little now that I couldn’t smell him or taste him anymore. What was going on with me? Why had I acted like that?

  “Well, if you’re sure you’d rather have business than pleasure…” Tazaxx remarked.

  “I’m positive.” Sarden’s deep voice still sounded strained and the bulge in his white trousers was evident but he nodded firmly at the mud man, indicating he was ready to deal. “I’ve come here to talk about acquiring some new females for my entourage and I understand you have the best of the best in your collection.”

  “That I do.” Tazaxx nodded. “Would you like to see some of them?”

  “Please,” Sarden inclined his head.

  “Very well,” the mud man said. “Then allow me to lead the way.”

  Sarden

  I didn’t know what in the Frozen Hells had gotten into Zoe. Or actually, I was afraid I did know, but I could hardly believe it.

  Between the different species of bipedal, sentient Terran-type beings the Ancient Ones had brought into existence through their seeding of our universe, there existed certain natural laws that governed absolutely. Most peoples who had grown from the Ancient seeds were sexually compatible in some way but very few were fit to be bonded as mates for life.

  What’s the difference in being able to have sex with another life form and being able to bond with them? The ability to bear viable children for one thing, but also the possibility of a permanent emotional connection that grows stronger with every year. Bonded partners can feel each other’s emotions and sometimes even hear each other’s thoughts—it’s a very rare and special occurrence.

  And it never happens for half-breeds like me.

  Because my DNA was mixed, I was physically unable to form such a strong and lasting connection to any female. I simply wasn’t enough either Eloim or Vorn for a bond to form. And yet, since I had healed Zoe orally and tasted her sweet pussy and she had tasted me as well, I could feel something forming between us. A longing to get closer…a longing that just for a moment, I could swear I felt coming from her as an emotion that touched my soul.

  It’s your imagination, I told myself impatiently as we filed off the raised platform and followed the mud creature Tazaxx had become out of the molting room. You can’t bond with anyone—let alone a Pure One.

  But if that was true, then why was her scent so sweet when she tasted me? And why had she been so eager to taste even more? Why had I felt her longing? Her desire?

  She was putting on an act—hiding you from Tazaxx, I told myself.

  But when I glanced down at her, I saw she was still watching me with need in those lovely blue eyes of hers and I swore I could feel it still, as a tingle at my very core. I could hardly look away from her. Gods, the idea that I might ever form that kind of lasting connection with a female…it was an impossible dream. One I had never dared to hope for.

  And you shouldn’t hope for it now, the implacable little voice lectured. Especially not with a female you’ve promised to return to her home planet.

  Of course, I knew it was right. There was no point in getting attached to Zoe or letting her get attached to me.

  Which was exactly what I was afraid was happening.

  Zoe

  Sarden was quiet as Tazaxx led us out of the molting room and through a wide doorway to a dark hallway beyond. I wondered if he was mad at me—I couldn’t be sure how he was feeling by the blank look on his face. Well, if he was mad, he would just have to get over it—it wasn’t like I’d acted like a porn star just because I liked it.

  Oh, you liked it all right, whispered an accusing little voice in my brain. You more than liked it—you didn’t want to stop!

  I squirmed uncomfortably, but I had to admit it was true. I hadn’t wanted to stop. There was something about the whole experience—not just the way he tasted or felt in my mouth, it was almost like we were forming some kind of connection.

  Okay, now you’re talking crazy, the little voice informed me. There’s no connection here. You’re just along for the ride until Sarden gets his sister back and then it’s back to Earth for you. So stop being all mushy and stupid and get the job done.

  Right—that was exactly what I intended to do. I made myself look away from Sarden and pay attention to the darkened hallway we now found ourselves in. It was a long, vast corridor and every hundred feet or so, there was a large, lighted window. Honestly, what it most reminded me of was the reptile area at the zoo—where they kept the room dark so you could see the animals on display better.

  We came to the first window and Tazaxx stopped, his bare, mud feet slapping against the cold stone floor.

  “Now here we have a Zulian,” he said, pointing to the lighted window. “As you can see, I’ve done my best to preserve her in her native habitat. She’s quite lovely, is she not?”

  I looked in through the window and saw a kind of lighted aquarium. Inside long, colorful kelp-like plants swayed in pale pink liquid. Swimming through them was an honest-to-God mermaid. She moved with graceful flips of her long green tail, which shone like jewels in the pinkish water and her hair flowed, long and blonde, over her slim shoulders.

  My heart went out to this poor creature in captivity—if Sarden hadn’t had a change of heart, that could have been me. I thought I had never seen anyone more beautiful and harmless looking.

  At least, she looked harmless at first.

  When we got closer, she swam up to the glass and hissed at Tazaxx, baring a mouthful of sharp, pointed teeth that reminded me of a barracuda. Her eyes went blood red and the tips of her fingers grew three inch long claws—all in the space of a second or two. It was like one of those scary gifs on the Internet where one minute someone looks normal and the next they have a demon face.

  “Holy crap!” I jumped back from the window and put a hand to my pounding heart.

  “Yes, she is quite a spectacle, isn’t she?” Tazaxx was the only one of us who hadn’t started, at least a little, when the mermaid went all feral on us. “Not for sale, I am afraid. Her planet has since been destroyed so she is the only one of her kind left. Really, I did the poor creature a service rescuing her before her home world was blown to smithereens by an errant asteroid.”

  I wondered if the feral mermaid felt like he’d done her a “favor.” From the way she continued to snarl and gnash her needle-sharp teeth, it didn’t look like it to me.

  We went on to the next window which contained a kind of desert scene. Bright green sand and dry, spiky plants were the first things I saw. A mercilessly hot light—like the sun at noon—beat down from the roof of the room. I could feel its savage heat right through the glass of the display case.

  Then one of the “plants”—a lar