Enslaved 2: The Spawning by Kaitlyn O'Connor

Author:Kaitlyn O'Connor [O'Connor, Kaitlyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mf
Published: 2011-02-26T05:00:00+00:00

It was possible, she supposed, but how likely?

She realized after a little more thought that she didn’t real y care. It wasn’t that part that was real y nagging at her.

It was the fact that Khan had plain out said he had no intention of coming near her once he entered his spawning cycle.

She didn’t completely understand that business, but it seemed obvious, even to her, that they had a period of fertility and the rest of the time they weren’t.

They had been brought to the Hirachi specifical y because they were nearing that cycle where they would be able to spawn young—would feel a huge drive to do so.

Except the Hirachi considered them inferior stock and they had no intention of breeding with them.

That was the part that hurt.

It was like feeling around a wound until you located the splinter, the real source of pain.

They didn’t mind sharing her because she real y didn’t matter that much to them.

“I think they’ve soaked long enough,” Stacy said, breaking in to her unhappy thoughts.

It was actual y a welcome distraction. After staring at her blankly for a moment, Miranda gathered the roots up and took them back to the fire, careful y dropping them into the coals. When she’d shoved them far enough in to cook, she helped Stacy give the meat another turn.

“I see you lucked out at the Christmas party last night,” Stacy murmured.

Miranda looked at the other woman curiously for a moment before she caught the correlation. It had felt like Christmas the night before. In the ugly light day ….

She smiled wanly. “I was so thril ed.”

“I think we al got soap,” Stacy muttered. “Not that I didn’t need it, but it isn’t quite like getting bath products back home, is it? It felt a little like a statement.”

“I was trying not to think about that. Anyway, damn it, we’ve been washing several times a day. We couldn’t stink even if we didn’t have any damned soap!”

Stacy shrugged, glanced around for a place to sit and final y moved far enough away from the fire so that the heat radiating from it wasn’t so uncomfortable. Miranda joined her, staring glumly at the juices dripping from the meat and wondering how she could be so hungry when she was also miserable.

Deborah and Jan joined the two of them after a while. “Guess we won’t be seeing the guys again until after the spawning,” Deborah observed morosely.

“Talk about wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am!”

Miranda glanced at her. “You got the old ‘damn you’re fine girl, but I can’t waste my seed on you’ too, huh?”

Jan snorted disgustedly. “You don’t see any of them around, do you?”

“I think I’ve figured out the choosing thing,” Deborah said medatively. “That is, assuming everybody else did what I did.”

“The kissing?” Miranda guessed.

“Yeah. You think that was it?”

“I sure as hel can’t think of anything else it could’ve been. That’s a hel of a note! Like we had a fucking clue!” Miranda said angrily.

Deborah shrugged. “You’re the one that kept reminding everybody that they probably had some customs we’d find strange.

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