Spider Bight [Deep Space Mission Corps 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Tymber Dalton Page B

and screening before we allow it.”
    “Why is that?”
    “It is quite dangerous out there.” A large, gleaming white building came into view. “That is where we are going.”
    Emi was still stuck on the dangerous part. “Dangerous?”
    “Extremely.”
    Emi didn’t remember reading anything about that in the files she’d scanned, but she let it go for now. “But how do you expand your lands?”
    “Oh, we expand at a controlled pace. No one wants overcrowding. Just as no one wants to risk their lives needlessly.”
    “Wasn’t the entire planet settled at some point?” Emi knew the main city was huge, as vast as some countries back on Earth.
    “Yes, ages ago. Before the wars. And people needlessly lost their lives then, too. When we finally ended the wars and brought males under control, there were not that many survivors left, unfortunately. We picked up the pieces of our society and decided that the only way to survive would be to band together. And we have thrived since then. It is what has allowed us to become who we are today. We feel no need to change it.”
    They walked up to a large door where two guards stood watch. The women bowed and parted for Mauri. The door slid open. “I hope you enjoy what you see, Doctor,” Mauri said as she stepped through.
    Emi, Baltin, and the four guards followed. As Emi looked around, she wondered if she’d walked into a fantasy or a nightmare.

Chapter Eleven
     
    They stood in a long main corridor that sloped up ahead of them. On either side, large observatory windows lined the walls.
    Mauri led the way to one window. “This is one of the trainer dorms. The window does not allow them to see out.”
    “One-way glass,” Emi mumbled as she stared and hoped her jaw didn’t hit the floor.
    “Yes, that is the term.” Mauri and Baltin both looked proud, and the wave of emotions hitting Emi backed that up. Inside the room were ten bunks. In the middle of the room was a padded bench-like structure that resembled a sawhorse. On it, naked, lay a Moran male. Even hunkier-looking than the utility males she’d seen working in the gardens, his blond hair was close-cropped.
    Behind him stood an equally hunky dark-haired Moran male. He had hold of the belt around the prone male’s waist and vigorously fucked him in the ass. Both men wore red collars bearing the Imperial Seal, as well as matching belts around their waists.
    And nothing else.
    Emi swallowed hard, feeling as well as hearing the click in her throat.
    Mauri chuckled. “The trainers have allotted free time. The dark-haired one is Naj’Mauri. He is one of my favorites.”
    “Naj’Mauri?”
    “Yes. We name our males giving them part of our name. When they are owned,” Mauri clarified. “Even though they are part of the Imperial Stables, I personally own them.”
    Apparently Naj’Mauri finished. His body went rigid and his eyes dropped closed. Viewing them from the side allowed Emi a closer look at both males’ sides.
    The doctor in her brain briefly checked in, trying to keep from losing too much blood flow from her head to her clit. “Is that the tympanic region? Under their arms?”
    Baltin nodded. “Yes. Females have it as well, although it’s not as prominent as it is in the males. Our scientists suspect it is larger in the males because they are so much more emotional and needing the stimulation than we do.”
    The males switched places. Now privy to the entire process, Emi watched as the blond male stroked his hands along Naj’Mauri’s torso. From the way Naj’Mauri’s back arched and he wiggled his ass at the other male, he appeared to enjoy it.
    “The light-haired one is Gaj’Mauri,” Mauri said. “He is younger, but I allowed them to pair up. They seemed rather fond of each other and I didn’t have the heart to deny it when they asked me.” She smiled as she watched Gaj’Mauri going to town, fucking Naj’Mauri’s brains out. “They are so cute together like this. They are both trainers.