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tumble around on one another’s
bed? To say nothing of that time early on when they’d still been in barracks
with other troops, that memorable night when he’d gotten into Rune’s bunk and
the two males had lost themselves in a delirium of sixty-nine—only to realize
far too late that they had drawn a crowd of half a dozen young troopers, a few
of whom were jerking off as they watched.
    The woman had planted her feet, her toned legs open. She had
ginger-colored pubes, belying the kaleidoscopic splendor of her hairdo. Two
fingers spread her nether lips for him. He saw the glint of moisture. A finger
of her other hand trailed its way along the fissure.
    “You like how that feels?” he asked. He’d expected his tone
to be dull, dead. After all, he had other things on his mind. But the question
had a hoarseness to it, even a hint of urgency.
    She nodded. The way her narrow shoulders jerked and the
rising color in her cheeks made Urna think she was telling the truth.
    He liked how she looked doing it, he decided. He felt the
familiar tugging on his briefs, his hardening cock pulling on the sheathing
fabric. Hooking a thumb in the waistband and rising onto an elbow, he slipped
them off himself.
    “Get that finger inside…” he ordered. “In deep. Two. Yeah,
good.”
    She had the two fingers in her pussy, working them in and
out now at a convincing rhythm. Her small breasts jounced. Her mouth was open,
lips wet.
    Urna’s swelling cock head rolled up his hairless thigh and
settled on his lower stomach. He couldn’t remember ever questioning why he’d
never grown hair below his head, but he had long since concluded that he liked
his body this way, smooth, without any hirsute distractions.
    She was coming. Her orgasm seemed to gather light to her, as
if her climaxing body were drawing the room’s meager illumination to it so to
amplify the wonder of the carnal culmination. A shudder rode through her and
one knee bent before she regained her balance.
    Again blue eyes were blinking at him. “You want me to keep
going?” she asked. The first words she’d spoken since presenting herself at his
room a short while ago. Her fingers, adhered together with her own juices,
stayed poised at her cleft.
    “Lick ‘em clean,” Urna said, and his cock twitched on his
belly as she immediately raised the glistening digits and smeared her tongue
over them, then put the fingers individually into her mouth and sucked until
they sparkled only with her spit.
    A brighter excitement shone in her eyes as she finished,
awaiting further instruction.
    He said, “Get over here and suck my cock.”
    She stepped to the foot of the bed, gaze riveted on his
rampant organ. She licked her lips, appearing to struggle for words she
seemingly didn’t especially want to speak.
    Urna frowned, then it came clear to him. “Don’t worry. I
won’t come in your mouth.” He snickered to himself. It was like something out
of ancient fiction, something from an improbably puritanical age of humanity.
But it wasn’t her supposed aversion to having him spray his semen inside her
mouth that had prompted the remark from the Weapon. Plainly she would’ve been
fine with that, might’ve even preferred it for all he knew. But she wasn’t just
here to pleasure him. She was a component of the whole program. The doctors and
technicians tried tirelessly to recreate the success of his and Rune’s
abilities and compatibility. And that included, he guessed, attempting to breed them, like they did with the precious cattle on the Safe’s farmlands owned
by—who else?—the Lux.
    How many women had he poured his seed into over the years?
No point even trying to find a round number. Had he ever produced a child in
any of those females? He had no idea. No one ever told him anything. But one
thing was certain—no female with a sterilization tattoo had ever paid him a
visit in this room.
    As the woman prostrated herself between his spread thighs
she glanced at his