The Baronet’s face turned a patchy dark blue color with anger.
“She would have yielded to me! You must let her come sit by me again!”
The idea of “yielding herself” to Baronet Sin’estor was one that was actually able to penetrate the pink cloud around Iyanna’s brain and she shivered in disgust.
“Ugh, no!” she exclaimed, before she could stop herself.
The Baronet got an ugly look on his gaunt face.
“After all the delightful conversation we had, I would expect you to feel differently, my dear. Why, I deigned to speak with you, though I am a highly ranked male and you are nothing but a pleasure slave!”
“Just because you talk to a girl and she answers you back doesn’t mean she wants to have sex with your nasty ass!” Iyanna informed him.
She had an idea that she was being less than diplomatic, but the fondle-mush seemed to be having a strange effect on her. She felt incredibly horny, but also kind of drunk. Everything she was thinking kept coming out of her mouth—she had no filters left.
“Please, will you fuck me now?” she asked, turning to Dra’vik again. “I need you in me—please!”
“No, Iyanna. I told you—”
“This will not do!” Minister Ostensio leapt to his feet, pushing away the pleasure slave beside him who had apparently been trying to suck his cock. “We cannot make the Baronet unhappy in this way,” he told Dra’vik. “He is our special guest!”
The big Drake glared at him.
“I told you right from the start that I don’t share my female. Iyanna is mine and mine alone! Besides…” He shrugged. “There’s no Lix’dorian law that compels a male to share his pleasure slave—it’s just polite convention. And sorry, but I’m one impolite son-of-a-bitch.”
Minister Ostensio’s forehead wrinkled nervously.
“He is correct about that,” he said to the Baronet. “There is no law that compels one to share a pleasure slave.”
“But I was promised a taste of the rare Viridi Femma!” Baronet Sin’estor sounded petulant—like a little boy who wants a toy he can’t have.
Ostensio stole another look at Dra’vik, who glared back at him. He put one big, muscular arm around Iyanna protectively and drew her close to him.
Apparently deciding there was no way to change the big Drake’s mind, the rotund little Minister decided to pivot.
“I know!” he exclaimed. “We shall have a breeding party. You, come here!”
He grabbed the pleasure slave who had been attempting to give him a blow job and dragged her to the head of the table, where the hovering tray of black and red blossoms was still sitting.
“Servants,” he called. “Come here! Take these blooms away and bring me a breeding platform, at once!”
Immediately two servants in silver and blue whisked away the floating cart full of plants. Almost at the same time, two more servants came out carrying a kind of padded table. It appeared to be adjustable and had leather cuffs attached to all four corners.
“Up you get!” Minister Ostensio told the pleasure slave.
“But…but my Master says we aren’t ready for a brood yet!” the girl protested uncertainly.
“Never mind that—get up on the breeding platform!” Ostensio gave her a sharp slap on the ass which made her gasp and scramble onto the table. “Servants, strap her down!” he demanded.
At once the servants went to work and soon the pleasure slave—who had pale lilac skin and long pink hair—was on her hands and knees and manacled with the leather bonds. Then one of the servants did something which caused the bottom half of the table to split, which spread the girl’s legs wide apart. The opening in the back of her gauzy green outfit gaped wide, showing her unprotected pussy. Her large breasts hung down below her swaying gently, her nipples dark and prominent.
“Very good! And now—the rapid ovulator! Where is it? I know we must have some!” Ostensio exclaimed.
“Here, Master-Doctor.” One of the male servants handed him a strange looking syringe. It had three barrels, all filled with different colored liquids—blue, pink, and green. There was only a single needle, however, which he stuck without remorse into the pleasure slave’s exposed left buttock. As he depressed the plunger, shooting the multicolored liquids which must be some kind of drugs into her system, she gasped and threw back her head.
“There, that’s done!” Ostensio handed the empty syringe back and looked around the table, rubbing his hands. “Now, who’ll be first to the breeding party?” He turned to Baronet Sin’estor smiling temptingly. “Come, my good Baronet—would you not like to fertilize the first of her eggs?”
“Well…” The Baronet hesitated, still giving Iyanna a petulant, greedy look. But when Dra’vik glared at him and pulled her closer to his side, the Lix’dorian shrugged and sighed. “I guess I might as well.”
“Good, good!” Minister Ostensio exclaimed. “Come up here and breed her—the first of her brood will have you to thank for his life—for I am certain you will only breed sons into her womb!”