Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
A feeling like grief comes over me, and I rub my chest. I don’t know what I am if I’m not a gladiator. I can tell from the faces of the others that they are thinking the same. All I know—all I have ever known—is the arena. I know how to fight. I know how to eviscerate an enemy.
I do not know anything else. I have not been created to just “exist.” The thought is appalling and strange. “But…we can stay with the females, yes?” I clarify. “We will not be kept away?”
“The females come and go as they please.” I’rec’s mouth quirks. “I cannot tell my mate where to go or who to see. You have met her. She would have my sac in a vise if I tried to tell her what to do.”
I recall his mate—the small bossy one with the golden skin and glowing eyes. She told everyone what to do, and I did not care for that. I cannot imagine any male that does. And yet…he seems pleased by this admittance. Very pleased, as if he wishes for nothing more than a fierce, demanding female.
“I don’t care where they go,” the praxiian declares. “I just want to claim one for myself.”
I’rec holds up a hand. “You can’t do that.”
Now I am really confused. “Why not?”
“The human females are here just like you. They come from a place where they have freedom and were not claimed. They are allowed to do as they wish.”
We exchange a look. “So the females are here but we cannot touch them…are you certain this is not a test of some kind?” the praxiian asks. “An endurance challenge?”
“No challenge. You cannot touch an unwilling female.”
Aha. “But we can touch all the willing ones?” I ask. “How do we make them willing?” I have no experience with such things but I am willing to learn the rules of this particular game.
This, I’rec is confident in. He leans back, a smug look on his face. “Wait for resonance. You will not be disappointed.”
I search my installed memories for this word, but I do not have it. Is it a game of some kind that I do not know the rules for? A law for this particular planet? A medical condition I should expect to attack me shortly?
“I do not know what resonance is,” says the moden.
I’rec taps a finger under his eye. “You see this? That I glow here? That is from my khui. I was born with one, but my mate had to acquire one because the air here would slowly poison her without it. It is a…thing that lives inside you. A khui has another purpose than just keeping you healthy, though. It chooses a mate for you so you can create offspring.”
Offspring? “Then this is a breeding competition.”
“No competition. You may never resonate, or you may resonate the moment you receive your khui.” He shrugs. “It is impossible to predict. I have been around the females for several turns of the seasons now and yet I resonated to F’lor only recently. My khui has decided she is mine and I am hers…and it was worth the wait.”
I am not as patient as him. I don’t care for waiting. Or for offspring, but I am intrigued by the thought of having a female of my own. “How does this work, then? The female’s creature in her chest compels her to mate with me? And I should just lie back and allow it?”
Another speaks up. “Is she taken from me after we mate?”
I’rec shakes his head, frowning. “No one is taking anyone away.”
“I wish to know when we fight,” says another. “There must be a reason there are so many gladiators dropped here with prizes so close nearby.”
“No fighting,” I’rec continues, raising his hands in the air. “You do not need to be glad-taters any longer. Just hunters. We fight to keep our people safe and to protect the others. We hunt animals to feed the tribe. There is no need to fight one another, and no one fights over the females.”
“Even though they wander freely?” asks the moden.
“Perhaps the creature in the chest is a mind-controlling creature,” I suggest. “That is why a female will wish to ride you the moment it activates.”
I’rec dismisses all of this. “Bah. A female is more easily pulled to a male with pleasure than with mind control.”
“Pleasure?” the praxiian asks. “Her pleasure or yours?”
“…hers?”
“Why pleasure a female? Is she not here for our pleasure?” This seems strange to me.
I’rec laughs at my puzzled expression. “You had best be glad it is me you speak with and not my mate. As for why, the answer is obvious. There is no greater satisfaction than pleasuring your female.” He shakes his head slowly, glancing over at the pile of curled up women before turning back to me again. “You think it is all about you, but you have no idea what it is like to tease a female’s body. When you feel her cunt slick with hunger, something changes inside you. Your own pleasure becomes less important, and sometimes you do not even need to come to enjoy. Sometimes it is good to simply bring her to climax.”