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thrown off his
    stride by the man’s obvious desire for him. While he had no aversion toward laying with another
    man, he couldn’t understand how Khilam could even notice anyone else when Melania was
    touching him. Didn’t he see how beautiful she was? How much passion and warmth lay beyond
    that harsh exterior she worked so hard to project?
    After giving them one last look, she left through the same door that she had entered. A
    trace of her musk remained, and Devnar took a deep breath, drinking her in.
    “I’m going to fuck her and fill up every inch of that hot pussy with my seed,” Gury said in
    a low voice and crossed his arms over his chest. “Even if she does look like an ugly boy, I’ll still
    enjoy every minute of mounting her while you watch. Obviously you need to learn how a real
    man fucks.”
    When that didn’t throw Devnar into a rage, Gury changed tactics. “I don’t even know why
    you’re here. A worker should never get the chance to touch a servant. Look at you; your nose is
    big and has been broken numerous times. Your face has no symmetry, and a scar twists your
    lower lip. I bet even your cock is ugly. Why royalty would want to sully their gene pool with
    yours is beyond me.”
    Devnar never had any use for idle chatter on the battlefield, and he didn’t have any use for
    it here. The other two men were physically perfect, and he had a moment of doubt when he
    thought of his own battered body next to theirs. Compared to them, he looked like an ugly
    mongrel standing next to two purebred hunting dogs.
    Khilam spoke up in a surprisingly deep voice. “They would choose him for the same
    reason they choose all their concubines. Too much inbreeding among the royal houses results in
    sterility and weak children. By breeding with their concubines, strong children are born and the
    perfection of our world continues.” He gave Devnar an appreciative glance, the heat in his gaze
    obvious as it rested on his erection. “Sometimes a Master will choose a special person from the
    worker class as their concubine. They believe the flaws make their beauty and talents stand out
    even more.”
    Gury made a sound of disgust and stretched his arms over his head, turning his attention to
    the closed doors. “My Master would never accept anything but perfection for his breeding.”
    “You breed with men?” Devnar asked in a shocked voice.

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    The other men laughed, and Khilam said, “No. But some royal couples share a single
    concubine. We are there to provide the love and missing link that is essential for keeping the
    royal couple together.” His gaze grew soft and distant. “To be the center of that much adoration
    is more than any man could ever hope for.”
    Gury snorted and paced before the three closed doors. “You can speak of love all you
    want. I can’t wait until I become a real concubine so I can be free of this damn collar. I just know
    the perfect Mistress will choose me. A tall woman with lush curves and a soft body, fertile and
    round. Not some skinny little thing that’s more male than I am.”
    Khilam shook his head and smiled at Gury. “With that attitude, you’ll never get out of your
    training collar.”
    Devnar leaned against the wall and studied Khilam. “You really want that, don’t you? To
    be a concubine?”
    Khilam blinked his wide, dark eyes in confusion. “Of course.”
    “But why? Why would you want to be a slave to another’s wishes?” Devnar shook his
    head and rolled his shoulders. “How could you stand losing your freedom?” He fought against
    the warmth that filled him at the thought of being with Melania for the rest of his life. Blaming
    his bonding hormones for his irrational feelings was becoming harder and harder to do.
    “Stupid worker,” Gury spat out and positioned himself in front of a door. “You’re as
    ignorant as an off-worlder.”
    “I am—” His response was cut off by a piercing chime, and Gury sprinted