The Breeding Lands (An Epic Erotic Fantasy Novel) by Eva Fellheart Page B

frightened, unsure of what was happening to her.
    “Yes! Feel it! Let go!”
    Mia obeyed, and let herself go, succumbing to the pleasure. She shook and trembled, crying out, as sensation spread directly from her sex. Ayo cried out gruffly, driving into her one final time. She felt him throb and pulse within her. She could feel herself filling up, and she looked wildly at Ayo for answers.
    “My seed,” he said, his eyes wild from lust.
    Unable to think any longer, and her mind too jumbled from pleasure, Mia closed her eyes and rested her head against the blue sand as Ayo filled her completely.
     
     

     
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CHAPTER SEVEN
    Leila
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    The weeks leading up to the Mating Ritual were bleak and depressing—certainly not the weeks Leila had imagined. Not only had Gemma’s death ruined any happiness Leila would have taken from being selected, but it hung over the entire city of North Point, darkening the already depressing place.
    Most of the city was in shock from Gemma’s gruesome and brutal death, though some murmured that she was a whore and a tramp, and she got what she deserved. Others lived in fear, parents threatening their teenage daughters, using Gemma as an example of what happened to young girls who didn’t follow the law and wait until they were nineteen to marry and have sex.
    The school days were subdued, the usual jubilant mood after selection not present this year. Leila wasn’t even sure if she would bother with school after being selected. But in light of Gemma’s death, she chose to attend school just so she would have something to do to fill her days, something to keep her mind off losing her best friend.
    Leila pushed on through the days, desperate to make it through the four final weeks of her life in North Point. The only ray of sunshine during her days of mourning was her mother’s slow but steady recovery. By her last week in North Point, Leila’s mother was out of bed and slowly making her way around the apartment.
    “I can’t believe how well you’re doing, Mama,” Leila exclaimed as she walked into the apartment. It had been her final day of school, and she was more than relieved that her school days were behind her. The mood had improved in the building, and many of the girls were excited and eager for The Mating Ritual the following day.
    Leila’s mother smiled, pulling down a glass from the cabinet. “Let me!” Leila said quickly, grabbing the glass and setting it on the kitchen table. She went to the refrigerator and opened it, momentarily surprised at the stocked shelves. Leila had sold all of her possessions to stock the pantry before she left for the Ritual. She wouldn’t be able to take any of her things with her, so it seemed to make the most sense. “What would you like?” she asked her mother. “Milk? Nectarine juice? Carrot nectar?”
    Her mother smiled at the choices. “Milk, please.” Leila poured a tall glass of milk and put it before her mother. “Thank you, Leila,” she said softly before taking a long drink. Her mother placed her glass back down and looked directly at Leila, her brown eyes brighter than Leila had seen in a long time. “Thank you for everything, Leila.”
    Leila nodded, feeling her emotions get the best of her. “I love you, Mama,” she said, bending down to give her mother a gentle squeeze.
    Her mother patted her shoulder. “You will have such a better life, Leila. And if you see either of your sisters, tell them I love them. Tell them I’m okay.”
    “I will,” Leila sniffed. She knew it was best for her to go live with a tribe, but it didn’t make it any easier to leave her mother.
    “How was school?” her mother asked, and Leila was glad for the change in conversation.
    Leila shrugged and sat down across from her mother. “Most people were in a better mood today. Girls were excited to be getting out of North Point. Some girls were sad that they hadn’t been selected and were losing their friends.”
    Her