Page 4 of Breaking the Bloodstone Curse
Cheeky only hesitated a moment before scrambling nimbly up the bed and perching himself on Brax’s knee. There he sat, happily stuffing his cheek pouches with protein crunchies until his head was almost as big as his fluffy little body. It was a comical sight—one Brax never tired of.
“How does he know you won’t hurt him?”
The soft voice came from right in front of him. Brax looked up and was startled to see a girl standing there on the other side of the bars. She was dressed as a Yonnite Mistress, though her clothes were more conservative than most, he thought. The bodice of her pale-yellow gown covered her breasts completely and the slit in the skirt was located on the side instead of the front. Hmm—how could a bodyslave kiss her panties if he couldn’t get to them? That was a Yonnite custom he would love to participate in.
Come to think of it, maybe she wasn’t a Mistress. She had no bodyslave with her that he could see. Also, she looked too young to be one of the exalted class who ruled the planet. Brax estimated that she was probably of age—but just barely.
He wondered if she was a special treat—one of the women Master Maximus sometimes sent to him when he’d won an especially lucrative fight. If so, his Master had clearly outdone himself. The little female was fucking gorgeous. She had creamy, light brown skin and long black hair that hung in waves down her back. Her large, dark eyes were beautiful and her features were delicate and pretty. Best of all, she was an Elite—a woman the Goddess had blessed with extra full curves. Exactly the kind of woman Brax most craved.
“Hello, little one,” he murmured, looking her up and down. “What’s that you asked?”
“I said, how does he know you won’t hurt him?”
She nodded at Cheeky, who was still sitting on his knee. Now that he had stuffed his cheek pouches full, he had decided to eat one of the protein crunchies and he was nibbling industriously at the snack.
“Oh, I’ve been taming him for the past three solar months,” Brax told her. He shrugged. “I guess he knows I won’t hurt him because I never have. I move slowly around him—or don’t move at all if he’s not expecting it. I speak in a soft voice and never try to grab him. And most importantly, I give him treats.” He grinned and nodded down at his palm, still half-full of protein crunchies.
In fact, he treated the little chirler much like he treated the women his Master sometimes sent him. They were often frightened in the beginning—especially if they’d seen him fight when he allowed his Ryther side to come out. But after he spoke to them gently for a while and his scent went to work on them, most were willing enough to part their thighs and let him taste them.
Being half Kindred, the biological need to taste a woman never really left him. And his Ryther side made the need worse. Brax’s Master had learned early after he bought him that the huge half-breed would do much better in the ring if his carnal appetites were satisfied.
Brax never tried to breed the girls that were sent to him. His equipment was extremely large and though his body produced enzymes that would help a female to open for him, he didn’t want to risk Bonding any of them to him. That was because he knew he couldn’t keep them—they were slaves like him and once he slaked his lust with them, they would be taken back to their owners and he would never see them again.
Such parting would be agony if he had formed a Soul-Bond with any of the women sent to him. So it was better just to take himself in hand and jerk off while he tasted them to ease the fire inside him.
Looking at the sweet face staring at him through the bars of his cage, he promised himself he would be extra gentle with this little female. She had an air of innocence about her that made him think she was probably inexperienced. Maybe even a virgin. Gods, he would love to be the first to part her sweet pussy with his tongue and taste her juices!
“He certainly seems to trust you,” she said, nodding at Cheeky. “You’re so much bigger than him but he came right up to sit on your lap.”
“It’s wrong to hurt an innocent creature that’s only looking for comfort,” Brax said honestly. “I think he can tell I’m a peaceful male.”
“You didn’t seem very peaceful a little while ago. I saw what you did to those men in the ring.” Her dark eyes were wide with uncertainty.
Inwardly, Brax cursed his Master. He had asked him many times not to allow the slave girls he brought for Brax to taste to watch him fight ahead of time. It made it so much harder to get them to trust him when they’d seen the Ryther half of him on display! The berserker rage he was capable of when fighting and the terrible things he did to his opponents would frighten anyone—let alone a shy, innocent female who had probably never even been tasted before.
Well, there was nothing to do but try to convince her of his trustworthiness. Of course, she might not be convincible after seeing him fight. In which case, he would let her go. Brax never forced himself on a female—the Kindred half of him abhorred the very thought. If a woman wasn’t willing to be tasted, he simply sent her back to her master or mistress with no complaints.
“Ah, so you saw my last fight,” he said neutrally, offering Cheeky another protein nugget.
“I did.” She shivered. “You ripped those males apart with your bare hands! They were armed but none of them even touched you.”
“Ah, well—that was just my Ryther side coming out,” Brax said as lightly as he could. “I’m half Ryther, half Kindred, you see. The Rythers are a barbarian race from Praxis Six. They go into a berserker rage when they or the ones they love are threatened. It makes them formidable fighters, as you could probably see in the ring.”
“Does that side of you come out all the time? Or is it only when you’re fighting in the Blood Circuit?” she asked.
“Only in the ring,” Brax assured her. “And it doesn’t just ‘come out.’ I let it out. If I didn’t, I’d be dead many times over,” he added. “I’ve been fighting on the Blood Circuit for almost ten years now.”
Her eyes widened.
“That’s a long time. Do you like it?”
Brax shrugged again.
“Don’t have a choice, do I? I like it well enough, I guess. Not as much as working for my first Mistress, but what can you do?”
“You had a Mistress before? You worked for a woman?”
Her large, dark eyes were filled with interest and Brax sensed that she might not be quite as frightened of him now.
