Her Alien Masters by Ann Jacobs Page B

practice of modifying a slave to resemble his owner was forbidden—lumped in with cloning, which was an entirely different thing. Conversely, the making and selling of eunuch sex slaves was considered a respectable business. Obsidion’s kings habitually made complete eunuchs of their younger sons to secure the succession for the elder ones. Romulus shook his head, unable to reconcile that, while the king encouraged businessmen like himself to make their fortunes by dealing in altered sex slaves, even altering them especially to meet specific desires of their customers, the practice of modifying one to look and think like his owner was punishable by death.
    When he glanced in the mirror, he saw Antonio standing beside him. Other than the two-year difference in their ages, he and his slave were practically identical in every way but one. Only Romulus could pass along his genes to the next generation. Only he could procreate in the way of Obsidion’s people—male to female, in the ways the Old Ones on their home planet had employed before science had advanced to the point that having sex with one’s mate was unnecessary for the continuation of the species.
    Having sex with one’s mate was forbidden on Aurelion. Here on Obsidion, tradition forced Romulus to take a female as mate and to fuck her the old-fashioned way to get his heirs.
    Fortunately he had found Meredith, the matchmaker who supposedly had never made an unsuccessful match. She’d assured him when she’d taken his money and matched him with the jeweler’s second daughter that she had found him the best life mate his substantial wealth could buy. The mating would even provide him a connection with Obsidion’s ruling family through her sister’s recent mating with Crown Prince Arik. That connection might come in handy, considering that his business depended on the king to create a favorable climate for the sex trade.
    In a little while he’d have to go to Garnet—the matchmaker had mentioned that was her name—and take part in the strange ritual of an Obsidion mating ceremony. The downside to mating that way was that Romulus would have to actually mate with his bride in person. He’d have to fuck her cunt the way he fucked Antonio’s tight ass. Worse, because of the damnable customs on Obsidion, he’d have to do it in the presence of her father and a hall full of witnesses. Afterward, he’d be expected to take her home and let her share his bed. Not to mention that he’d have to fuck her every day until he succeeded in putting a baby in her belly.
    He could do it. He had to. Romulus had made his fortune on Obsidion and he had no desire to abandon his very profitable business. Besides, it wasn’t as though he couldn’t fuck a woman. He’d proven to himself that he could just two nights ago, when he’d summoned one of the sex slaves from his finest emporium, just to be sure. She’d been thrilled to service her Master.
    The buxom redhead, newly arrived from the Federation of Earth and not yet broken in to service, had been soft and willing enough to do his bidding. She’d clamped on to his cock with lush lips and sucked out his seed as well as Antonio could. She had spread her legs and offered him her cunt. Warm, wet and inviting, her flesh had milked his. That had brought him pleasure, if not quite the degree of ecstasy he enjoyed when he buried his cock in his body slave’s receptive ass.
    Since he’d lived on Obsidion, Romulus had judiciously hidden the existence of Antonio from those with whom he lived and did business. He hadn’t dared risk incurring the wrath of his future mate’s royal in-laws by flouting the law that forbade the making and keeping of slaves who were basically duplicates of their Masters. At one time he’d considered passing Antonio off as a younger brother, but if he’d done that he’d have risked having to explain how it was that his brother shared his bed.
    It struck Romulus as ironic that he’d made his fortune