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  He wanted to hold himself back, wanted to remain still and unresponsive under her touch but he couldn’t help his body’s reaction. Her small, soft hands on his cock and balls simply felt too good. He couldn’t help thrusting between her oil-slicked fingers, couldn’t help groaning when she touched him so. Gods, it was humiliating to be forced to react like this! To be forced to submit to her touch and the pleasure it brought him.

  Solar swore to himself again that she would pay for this. That he would give her back exactly what she was giving him with interest the minute he got free…

  “If you’re not careful you’ll make him spill,” Lyra’s nasal voice cut through his pleasure and the soft little hand on his shaft stopped stroking.

  “Make him spill what?” Kaylee asked, sounding uncertain.

  “His seed. Too much friction can make a male spill his seed—I’ve seen it happen often enough to know.” Lyra sounded almost bored. “Once it starts, there’s no stopping it and it gets everywhere. Better stop unless you want a big mess to clean up.”

  “Oh…all right.” The soft little hands were withdrawn from his shaft and balls.

  Solar drew a breath of mingled relief and disappointment. He hadn’t wanted to humiliate himself further by coming, but at the same time, her caress was fucking addictive. Though he hated himself for it, he missed her hands on him already.

  No—don’t think that way! He closed his eyes tightly. Hang on—you’ll get out of this soon and then you can make her pay. Make her sorry she ever bought you in the first place. Just hang on!

  “Is this his seed?” Solar’s eyes flew open and he saw that Kaylee was pointing to the drop of precum that had formed on the tip of his achingly hard cock.

  “No, that’s his…” Lyra’s snub-nosed face suddenly got a crafty expression. “That’s his nectar,” she said to Kaylee. “You should taste it.”

  “I should what?” Kaylee’s blue-gray eyes got wide as she looked at her friend uncertainly.

  “Remember how the slaver told us Havoc males have a long lifespan?” Lyra said. “Well, some of their longevity can be harvested if you taste their nectar. I’ve even heard of some mistresses keeping a Havoc around just to milk them for their nectar and maintain their own youth.”

  “You’re kidding,” Kaylee said flatly. “Why didn’t you say all this earlier when we were buying him?”

  “I just now remembered it,” Lyra said quickly. “I think your Aunt Jamelda kept a Havoc slave for just such a purpose. Why do you think she still looked and acted so young despite her age?”

  "I just thought she had a lot of surgical youth enhancements. But you’re saying I should lick…” Kaylee didn’t appear to be able to finish the sentence.

  “Lick his shaft. Harvest his nectar. It has to be right from the source.” Lyra’s eyes gleamed. “Go on, Kaylee—do it.”

  “But—”

  “The nectar has life extending properties,” Lyra insisted. “And it will help you establish your dominance over him. Show him you can harvest his nectar any time you want and there’s nothing he can do about it. Go ahead, Kaylee—do it!”

  Solar felt another growl rising in his throat. There actually was some truth in what Lyra was saying. Not about any "nectar" of course--that was ridiculous. However, the Havoc could choose to share their longevity with a female--but only if they bonded with them at great personal risk to themselves. For this reason, We do not bond was the Havoc code.

  Still, he knew of Havoc males—very few and far between—who had actually been foolish enough to break the code and bond with a female. It was true that such a bonding shortened the Havoc’s life but it also lengthened his mate’s lifespan considerably. In the end, Solar believed things almost evened out.

  But he didn’t think a longer lifespan was the true reason Lyra was urging his new mistress to lick his shaft.

  As Kaylee took him in her hand again and bent hesitantly towards the precum beading on the tip of his cock, he saw her friend take out what appeared to be some kind of recording device and aim it in their direction. What in the Seven Hells was Lyra doing? Why would she want a record of this act?

  All his questions immediately disappeared when Kaylee put out her little pink tongue and swiped it hesitantly over the crown of his cock.

  Gods! He clenched his jaw at the warm, wet sensation on the most sensitive part of his body.

  “Tastes salty…like the ocean,” Kaylee murmured, looking up at him instead of over at her friend who was still recording everything. Solar met her gaze and found he couldn’t look away. Gods she was lovely with those big eyes and her lush lips parted and eager to taste him. The top she was wearing barely contained her full breasts and he could see how her nipples were tenting the thin material, letting him know she was as affected by this act as he was.

  Staring at her, he felt caught in a trance. Unable to think or speak. Unable to do anything but look at her and feel her small hands cradling his shaft. After an endless moment, a pink blush stained her high cheekbones and she dropped her eyes.

  “Again,” Lyra instructed. “Pump his shaft to make more come out and suck on the head, Kaylee. You must harvest it fresh for it to be effective.”

  “All…all right.” Kaylee didn’t seem nearly so hesitant now. Wrapping her slim fingers around his throbbing shaft, she began to stroke him up and down. Then she sucked the head of his cock between her lips and he felt her warm, wet tongue lapping at him, swirling around and around as though she didn’t want to miss a drop.

  Gods! Solar groaned and fought not to jerk against the metal plasti-steel manacles that held him in place. He didn’t want to look down and see the erotic sight but he couldn’t help it. Her head bobbing up and down as she licked and sucked his cock, her lush pink lips ovaled around his shaft…the sight was darkly exciting, even though he was a slave unable to escape her attentions.

  “That’s enough,” Lyra said, hiding the recording device behind her back just as Solar was certain he was about to come. “You don’t want to harvest too much or you’ll end up with a mouthful of seed.”

  “Oh. All right.” Kaylee sat back and wiped her mouth primly on the back of her hand.

  “And everyone knows where the seed does the most good is in your pussy,” Lyra continued, her eyes glittering with some secret glee.

  * * *

  “In your…you don’t mean I should actually let him penetrate—I mean, you wouldn’t—would you?” Kaylee stammered.

  “No of course not. I wouldn’t because he’s not my slave,” Lyra said seriously. “A Havoc male’s seed and nectar must be devoted to only one female in order to remain effective. So it has to be you.”

  “But…I can’t let a male penetrate me! That’s shameful and wrong and…and…” Kaylee was blushing at the very thought, especially when she remembered how she’d been imagining this very thing just a little while ago. “I just can’t,” she ended in a low voice. “What would people say? I’d be an outcast—a pariah!”

  “No one has to know,” Lyra said smoothly. “You think your Aunt Jamelda told anyone she kept a Havoc slave and milked his shaft with her pussy nightly to harvest his seed and keep herself young?”

  “I’m not at all sure that she did that,” Kaylee protested. Although she did wonder. Maybe the male-dom porn she’d found in her aunt’s private stash was there for a reason. Maybe it was kind of a tutorial—a how-to guide that her aunt had purchased to teach her how to harvest a male’s seed.

  Still, the idea of harvesting her own slave’s seed in that way made her feel hot and tingly all over. She hadn’t minded licking him and tasting his nectar. In fact she’d rather enjoyed it, even though she knew it was wrong. But could she actually allow him to penetrate her like that?

  He’s too big, she thought, looking down at the long, thick shaft which was standing up straight and hard against his flat belly. I could never fit all that inside me.

  “You don’t have to put it all in,” Lyra said, as if reading her mind. “Just