as he started to shout in time with his thrusts. Moments later, he pushed into her as deep as he could, nearly knocking her flat over the bench as he roared with pleasure.
“You know, we might actually want to think about baby names at some point,” she murmured a while later as they curled up together beside the bench.
He let out a sleepy grunt and raised his head from her shoulder. “How far along are you?”
“The doctor says a little over three Earth months. That means I have about six months to go.” She rolled over to face him, giving him a soft kiss.
“That's a long time to wait for my first born. But you were right. We must plan. That little girl is going to have the future of two worlds riding on her shoulders, after all.”
She smiled a bit. “Well, it's a little early to be putting that on her. But with everything there's still left to do in reforming Jannan law, I'll be glad of the extra help when the time comes.”
He smiled and snuggled against her, his arms going around her. “So will I.”
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PREVIEW OF ‘SOLD TO THE WARRIOR’
BY
ZENA ZION
Chapter 1
Eliana Paxton awoke with a jolt as the spaceship landed. The force of impact sent her body sliding across the metallic floor though her wrists remained firmly in the manacles attached to the wall. She glanced around at the other captive females who were contained in the cargo hold as some tried to regain their footing. Their numbers had been increasing steadily for the past two days. Eliana estimated that their captors had collected nearly fifty women, of at least thirty species, on their interplanetary abduction operation.
Moments later the interior gate opened to admit a grotesque creature she had come to know as Benjloc.
“Up.” He grunted.
Any female that remained seated, including Eliana, struggled to their feet, tentacles, or general limbs as applied.
Benjloc had bulbous eyes, swarthy gray skin, and six hands sporting three fingers apiece. The extra limbs made him the ideal candidate for patrolling the fifty rebellious captives. Just yesterday a Tentamue had severed several bound limbs in a bold escape attempt before Benjloc easily subdued her. She was now bound at the waist though her limbs had grown back.
Eliana watched as a series of guards filed between the rows of women, preparing to escort them off the spacecraft and onto whichever unknown planet they had landed. With the push of a button a guard, with a blue-hued body covered in tiny armored scales, released a mechanism that quickly threaded a long chain through large rings in the shackles attached to the walls.
Once all of the women were linked, a second button released the wall-mount bindings allowing the women to move away from the wall and into the center of the cargo hold. As the two lines of females began to shift slowly toward the center of the room, creating a single-file line, Eliana became conscious of the fact that her latch had jammed halfway open.
She threw her weight against the cuffs and managed to force herself free of the wall. In doing so, Eliana realized that, when the threading chain had passed by, her broken latch had prevented the ring on her cuffs from being linked with the others. She was unbound except for the short chain that linked her wrists together.
Glancing around she noticed Benjloc inventorying the line of women and quickly grasped the central chain as if she had been joined properly. First, she decided, she needed to get free of the ship. Only then would she stand a chance at escape.
Moments later, the exterior door of the hold eased open to create a ramp at the docking station. Eliana’s skin tingled at the surge of heat that radiated through the entrance and she realized that they had arrived on a planet that offered an adequate atmospheric oxygen supply.
As she prepared to shuffle past Benjloc, Eliana covered the un-coupled ring and chain with her hands while keeping her face bowed low. He scanned her, like those
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