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nipples
became erect, stretching out a good calabon for him.
    He so wanted to touch her slit, feel the wetness there. He
could certainly smell her desire now, but he had to hold off for a few more lapars .
    Where was that damned courier!
    He ran his hands down along her sides, letting her rib bones
slip under the pads of his fingers. The smoothness of her stomach as it flowed
into her hips fascinated him. He stroked his fingers up and down between her
bottom rib and the wide flaring of her hip bones. He could imagine her stomach
swollen with his child. His cock threatened to rip open his breeches at the
thought. Uncomfortable, he adjusted the fit of the cloth around his straining
cock.
    Rydah looked up and saw that Jenya had closed her eyes, and
her head had tipped slightly to one side. Her soft breaths caught in her
throat. As his hands continued to trace her outline, down along her hips to the
thighs, enjoying the smoothness there, her tiny bell tinkled in anticipation.
    The scent of her sex overpowered him. In another lapar ,
he would have to have her, and the hell with the courier! He reached behind her
and ran his fingers over the firm globes of her ass. It, like the rest of her,
was perfect. His fingers traced the small numbers up high, near her waist and
he smiled inwardly. She belonged to him now. He could hardly believe his good
fortune.
    He leaned in and opened his mouth slightly, just letting his
lips brush against her nipples. They were fully extended now, he could tell. He
could imagine his child suckling on these proud nipples, growing healthy and
strong.
    He wondered if he could draw out any milk from her now. He
flicked his tongue at the hard nubbins and sucked greedily for a moment.
    A sudden knocking at the door disturbed him. Finally! He
leaned in and rested his forehead against her stomach, just below her breasts,
collecting his wits about him. He breathed in deeply, taking in the odor of her
sexual heat one more time.
    Sighing, he released her and stood up. His cock had to be
coaxed to lie against his stomach, out of the way. It throbbed with need—a need
that would soon be satisfied.
    Rydah picked up the soft leather case and went to the door.
    “Lord Rydah?” The courier was just a boy, no more than
sixteen. He bowed, but not before he caught sight of Jenya, standing naked just
a few capeks behind Rydah. His eyes widened, then he looked down.
    “I-I have come for the package for Zandir. Is it ready,
sire?”
    “Yes. Here it is. See that it is delivered safely into the
hands of Priest Jenar.”
    “Yes, m’lord.” He bowed again and allowed himself one more
glance at Jenya. Rydah thought he caught just a glimpse of an erection pressing
the boy’s breeches before he turned and fled.
    Smiling, Rydah closed the door. He turned and took in
Jenya’s beauty one more time. She was all his. She would do anything he asked
of her. The training at the slave pens was thorough, although she had yet to
breed. No doubt she had observed many other slaves pleasuring men in many
different ways. He wondered if the girls had to take notes, or if they were
quizzed on techniques. The idea amused him.
    He rubbed his tired eyes. “Do you require anything? Hungry,
thirsty?”
    “Only if m’lord is having something,” she murmured. By Rand,
her voice made him hard! How did a breeder do that so easily?
    He nodded, realizing how long it had been since he had
eaten. There wasn’t much left in the larder. Tomorrow he’d have to go to the
market. The thought of him walking along the market stalls, trailed by his new
breeder made him swell with pride.
    “Yes, you may fix us dinner.” He watched her turn and move
into the kitchen. He admired the swell of her ass, the heaviness of her upper
thighs. She would be a good breeder, he told himself again.
    * * * * *
    She brought bread and cheese and waited for him to give her
permission to eat before she downed a bite.
    “Come,” he said when they were finished. “We shall