His glowing neon cock certainly would attract its share of stares when he had occasion to bare it to prying eyes. His unshaved head would attract more astonished comments if he ever went out and about without concealing it within the hood. He tightened his anal sphincter on the titanium plug he’d been wearing at Pak Song’s suggestion, to enhance his sexual performance. A lthough Conan doubted the plug had as much to do with his newly restored libido as the one-inch square testosterone patch stuck to the left side of his lower abdomen, he had to admit that wearing the plug kept him in a constant state of semi-arousal, especially when he was moving about.
Three women trailed behind the two tall men—a delicate-looking blonde, a striking pregnant goddess whose clean-shaven scalp reflected the noonday sun, and another female, his mate, he guessed from the pale blue robe that couldn’t quite disguise her curves. Its hood framed a perfect oval face. A s befitted an unmated female from anywhere in the galaxy, she cast her gaze modestly toward the ground.
Gods, but she was beautiful, a shy beauty dropped onto Obsidion for his personal pleasure. Conan felt his cock rising in salute. He checked the drape of his robe over the newly purchased clothing, lifted the hood once more and hurried downstairs to meet his mate. His Nebula.
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Conan. Nebula murmured his name. She would meet him soon. Her heart pounded. What if… “What if he doesn’t want me?”
“Hush, little sister. He’ll want you, all right,” Doreen said. Cassie squeezed her hand, offering silent support.
“You’re sure?” By the gods, she would die if he rejected her, too.
Doreen shook her head. “He knows. He has known since Shedir first talked about you to him, that you carry the mutant gene. A nd that you’re sterile. He doesn’t care.”
Please let that be true. Nebula doubted she could take another rejection as painful as the one she recalled so vividly.
When Shedir opened the door to the resort hotel where they were staying, Nebula spied a tall eunuch hurrying toward them. His white robe proclaimed his altered status but did little to mitigate the aura of masculine power that surrounded him.
Conan. She repeated the name in her mind, envisioned herself serving her Master’s needs, whatever they might be. When he came close and paused as though for her obeisance, Nebula sank to her knees. A s she’d been taught a slave must do, she lowered her head to the cool tile floor of the hotel lobby and then raised his flowing robe enough so she could kiss his feet. A shock went through her when she saw that he was wearing gleaming black knee-high boots instead of eunuchs’ sandals.
“Conan, this is Nebula.” Shedir shook hands with Conan and then introduced Doreen and Cassie.
Nebula didn’t expect her sisters and their mates to stay for long, as they had been talking about the pleasures that awaited them in the dungeons since long before the transporter had set down.
She knew she was right when she noticed Shedir clamp his hand around Doreen’s wrist and pull her hard against his side as he spoke to Conan. “We will leave you to your own devices, old friend. Our mates are weary from their journey.” When Shedir dragged Doreen away and Guy scooped Cassie into his arms and bounded down the corridor toward the dungeons, a tremor went through Nebula. She was alone with Conan now and the thought terrified her, but she managed to maintain the illusion of calm acceptance by staying as still as one of the erotic sculptures that decorated the lobby. It was all she could do to keep from shaking from the chill of the cold tile floor against her forehead.
“Get up, Nebula. I want to look at your face, not the back of a hood like the one with which I have recently grown quite familiar.” Unlike most other castrated males Nebula had met, Conan possessed a booming voice resounding with masculine command. It sent a practically forgotten twinge of something—desire?—to swirling around her lower belly before it slowly made its way all through her body. “Shedir tells me you have visited Obsidion before. Is there anything in particular you would like to visit while we’re here?” Nebula smiled. “Well, perhaps I would enjoy joining in the celebration that’s going on out in the streets. A nd if it pleases you, I would enjoy shopping for a bit. I would like to buy a few items to enhance your enjoyment of me.”
“You please me just as you are. Come, I’m sure that, like your sisters and their mates, you are weary from your journey.” When Conan took her hand, she felt a twinge of the lost passion that still lived in her mind. It began deep in her belly and curled around, warming her blood as it flowed through her body. “I want to see you naked and let you see me. In private, not in the public dungeon for everybody to witness. We may dispense with these robes once we reach my rooms. Later we will go out to shop and join the locals in their celebration that their crown prince has returned.”