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Dax wanted to cry or scream or at least hit something. He’d just saved Ava from that scuzzy Cylopean—which had to count for
something
in the mating game—and now that she finally had her arm around him, he was about to lose his balls.

Not that he was giving them up without a fight. He’d never hit a woman in his life, but he would defend himself if necessary—or do what he’d done the last time and make a run for it.

“A deal’s a deal,” the blonde snarled. “We let that creepy Norludian do us both, so now you owe us each a fuck—or a nut.”

“Yeah,” the brunette agreed. “A fuck or a nut.”

They were both planted squarely in front of him with hands on hips and fire in their deep blue Davordian eyes. While Dax cast about for a graceful way to escape the situation, he attempted to push Ava behind him and out of the path of danger. But Ava apparently had other ideas.

Ducking out from under his arm, she got right up in the brunette’s face. “He’s not fucking either of you! His balls belong to me, so back off, bitch!”

Dax was stunned. The very last thing he ever expected was to have Ava stand up and claim any part of him, let alone his balls. It was obvious that the Davordians hadn’t either. Their eyes widened as the little Aquerei spitfire went after them, shoving the brunette in the gut and knocking her on her ass before drawing the blonde’s blood with a quick jab to the nose.

“I said, back off!” Ava yelled. Her hair was standing on end and snapping with electricity. Dax had never seen a scarier-looking woman in his life. The two Davordians exchanged a quick but meaningful glance and beat a hasty retreat.

“Good thing she didn’t have a frying pan,” Waroun muttered.

“My, that was certainly entertaining,” Threld commented mildly. “Does this mean you two are betrothed?”

Dax gaped at his friend. “I don’t think she meant—”

“I figured I owed you one,” Ava said quickly. “This makes us even, right?”

“Uh… yeah, sure… I guess.” Dax was amazed that he could speak at all. He stared at her, fascinated, as her hair began to relax into its normal state. Then he realized that being “even” put him at a decided disadvantage.

“You didn’t really mean that part about his balls belonging to you… did you?” Waroun asked cautiously.

“I dunno,” said Teke. “She sounded pretty convincing to me.”

“Not sure her hair would do that if she was faking it,” Diokut agreed. “I think she just claimed you, Captain.”

Obviously flustered, Ava looked more adorable than ever. “I—oh,
nuts
.”

Threldigan chuckled. “Interesting choice of words.” Dax watched with murderous jealousy as he gathered Ava up in his cape. “I think it would be best if I held onto you for a while. Let things settle down a bit.” Turning, he set off with a purposeful stride.

Dax followed, but he certainly didn’t want things to settle down. His cock was now wondrously hard, and Ava’s scent was undoubtedly the reason. Perhaps she really
had
claimed him. There were stranger mating rituals—Dax had seen plenty of them—but the Aquerei were unknowns. For all he knew, the wild hair and ball-claiming ritual could be classic behavior.

Dax was ready to throw caution to the wind, carry her off somewhere, and end his virgin state with wild abandon before he lost his erection. But he knew quite well that his friend had never had to resort to such tactics.

But he’s never kept a woman for very long, either.
Dax continued to examine his options. If he really wanted to be with a woman—
any
woman—all he had to do was join his old shipmates in their brothel. They’d tried to get him laid more times than he cared to admit, and now they could actually make money off him. “So, where is this brothel of Tarq’s?”

“Not far,” Threldigan replied. “They’ll be glad to see you.” Grinning, he added, “They might give themselves a break and hire you out for the night.”

“I don’t need a pimp.”

“
Sure
you don’t,” Threldigan said with a snicker. “You find hordes of women all on your own.”

Dax shrugged. There was some truth in that. He found them all right. He just didn’t want them. “So, how do they manage to…” Dax wasn’t quite sure how to put it delicately, but considering Zetithian biology, he knew there might be problems.

“Get it up for any species that walks through the door? You’ll see. It’s quite ingenious, really.”

“I’ll just bet it is.” Dax walked on, noting several appreciative glances from the women he passed. “We must be getting closer.”

“We are,” Threldigan said as two shapely Terrans sidled up to Dax. The younger woman was a dazzling redhead, while the other appeared to be old enough to be Dax’s mother, though still quite attractive. Her eyes were a little glassy, as though she’d had too much tequila.

“Hey there, handsome,” the redhead purred, snaking an arm around Dax’s waist. “My name is Lura. Are you working tonight?” She stroked his chest with a seductive finger. “As big as you are, you’re bound to have a cock like a
rolarten
.”

“No, just like a typical Zetithian,” Dax said as he attempted to extricate himself from her grasp.

“Which is big enough for any woman. Mom just got finished with Onca,” Lura said proudly, pointing up the street to an enormous blinking sign that read,
“Once you go cat, you’ll never go back!”
Smiling broadly, she added, “It’s her sixtieth birthday. I wanted to give her something really special.”

Ava stuck her head out from under Threldigan’s cape. “And was it?”

The older woman blinked. “I—I’ll have to let you know. I still haven’t completely recovered.” Turning to Lura, she asked, “What’s my name again?”

“Treann,” Lura replied. “Your name is Treann.”

Treann nodded. “That’s right. I remember now. And I’m from what planet?”

“Stralia. You remember… it’s an Earth colony in the Aussie system.”

“Okay, got it.”

“It’s a wonder she can walk,” Waroun commented.

Lura patted her mother’s hand. “I
told
you to stay longer. You could have spent the night if you wanted to. It was part of the package deal.”

“I know,” Treann murmured. “I just needed some air.”

Ava was clearly intrigued. “Have you ever, um, done one of them?” she asked Lura.

“Several times. Mom’s in the
laetralance
phase. It’s what their semen, or
snard
, as they call it, does to you. It’s like a drug. First the euphoria hits you, and then there’s this amazing feeling of inner peace.”

Treann let out a sigh. “And before that, the orgasms. Continuous, powerful,
amazing
orgasms…” Her voice trailed off, and her eyes took on a dreamy expression. “Never, in all my born days… Such joy… I may never be the same again.” Swallowing hard, she licked her lower lip as though savoring something truly delicious.

“That big, ruffled cock… Ohmygod, it even
tasted
good.” Treann directed her fuzzy gaze at Ava. “You’re with the wrong man, dear. You need to get this one in your bed.” She nodded toward Dax. “And don’t ever let him go…” Giving Dax’s hand a squeeze, she tottered off down the street.

“Hold on, Mom. You shouldn’t be trying to walk by yourself.” Hurrying forward, Lura took her mother’s arm.

Dax watched as Treann leaned toward her daughter. “Promise me you won’t tell your father, Lura, but that was the most incredible fuck of my life. It truly was joy—unlike any I have ever known.”

“I know, Mom,” Lura said, patting Treann’s hand. “
Believe
me, I know.”

***

Ava gazed after the two women, dimly aware of the tightening of her womb and the subsequent flood of moisture between her thighs.
Joy, unlike any I have ever known? Okay, Dax. I give up. Take me now. Get out your big, ruffled dick and let me have it. Right here in the middle of the street…

But of course, she said no such thing. You had to have breath in your lungs in order to speak, and, unfortunately, Ava’s respiratory system had ceased to function.

“Let’s move on, shall we?” Teke said brightly. “We really need to check out that brothel! Perhaps there are others—featuring Kitnocks—in this district?” He looked questioningly at Threldigan, who nodded in reply.

They were standing on a corner, and Ava could see that beyond where they had first encountered Lura and Treann the street was lined with naked men lounging against the storefronts, accosting the various females who passed. In closer proximity, two handsome blond Statzeelians were stroking each other’s rather substantial equipment. It took Ava a moment to realize that they were identical. “Twins?”

“And we need your loving touch to keep us from killing each other,” one of them said with a seductive smile. “Come now, lovely lady, admit it—you’ve always wanted to be with two men. Two identical men who will do anything to please you. Absolutely
anything
.” Grinning broadly, he added, “We’ll even do each other if you like.” With a flick of his brow, he dropped to his knees and licked his brother’s dick tantalizingly before sucking it into his mouth. The one left standing dug his fingers into his brother’s blond curls and held him firmly as he drove his stiff cock in with quick, hard thrusts.

Ava had never witnessed anything like this—even on Luxaria—and had no idea she could be affected so profoundly. If she had been wet before, she was dripping now. The thought of having both of them was the most provocative, erotic notion that had ever been planted in her head. She could almost feel them inside her; she would straddle one brother, his big hard cock filling her pussy while the other one fucked her ass…

She hadn’t realized she was walking toward them until Dax grabbed her from behind. “I don’t need it, and I don’t want it,” he said in her ear.

“What? Of course you don’t! But I want it! They’re freakin’ gorgeous, even if their noses
are
a little flat.”

“Ava,” Dax said firmly. “They will affect you the same way the other merchandise does on this world. Trust me, you
don’t
need them, and you
don’t
want them. Now, say it.”

Ava winced and let out a long moan. “But I don’t want to. I want them both, and I want them
now
.”

“You’ll be sorry,” Dax warned. “You’ll wish you hadn’t done it.”

“Never!” Ava declared. “I want sex so bad, I’d even…”

“Even what?”

“Fuck Waroun!” Ava screamed. “I’ll even fuck Waroun!” And it was true. Waroun’s big tongue would satisfy her craving very nicely. He could hold onto her with those sucker-tipped fingers and do her better than anyone ever had. But Dax was still holding her.

“She hasn’t gotten laid in a long time, has she?” Threldigan commented.

“Probably not,” Waroun agreed. “However, I’m perfectly willing to help her out.”

“No you won’t,” Dax snarled. He spun Ava around to face him and, with his hands over her ears, he bent down until their noses were almost touching.
“You don’t want it, and you don’t need it.”

Ava tried to pull away. “No! I
do
want it. Right now!”

“It’s not working, Threld,” Dax said desperately. “Why isn’t it working?”

Threldigan shook his head. “No clue—unless they’ve beefed up the pheromone level on this street recently. I’ve never been down here with a woman before—well, at least not a woman I was trying to discourage.”

“Me either.”

Dax had barely gotten the words out of his mouth before Ava lost all control and kissed him. It was a given that he was far better than anyone else on the street; sexier, better looking, and taller too. How could she possibly want anyone else?

Without warning, Dax gathered her up in his arms and stood straight up, pressing her breasts tightly against his chest. Her legs wrapped around his waist seemingly of their own accord but his lips… his fabulous, succulent lips… They tasted like everything she’d ever been told was bad for her, meaning that they were delicious and intoxicating—even better than Sholerian cream. Her hands lost themselves in his hair, grasping his tight curls to pull him closer as her tongue slipped into his mouth.

If his lips tasted better than Sholerian cream, then his tongue was a hot fudge sundae. With that in mind, Treann’s words about Onca came back to her. She’d obviously been referring to his penis. Big and ruffled… never mind the taste; how would that
feel
?

If she’d been a magician, Ava would have waved her magic wand and made Dax as naked as every other man on the street. All he had on was a T-shirt, boots, and cargo pants. Even without magic, she could have him out of them in seconds, whether he cooperated or not. She wanted to taste him, to lick and suck him like that Statzeelian had done to his twin. Breaking off the kiss, she seized the front of his shirt and pulled.