I was alone. Empty.
My p***y clenching and pulsing around nothing.
I tried to curl into a ball, but couldn’t move.
I drifted back to reality slowly, requiring several minutes to emerge from a strange daze, to discover that I was strapped to a medical examination table in Earth’s processing unit for the Interstellar Bride Program. I blinked, returning to myself, and to the woman I’d spent too much time with the last few days.
Warden Egara stared down at me with dark eyes and a program tablet in her hand. My body trembled with continued need as aftershocks of the o****m still fluttered through my p***y. The exam table was cold and the gown I wore was open in the back. The standard gray cloth was covered with small replicas of the Interstellar Bride Program’s insignia in a repeating patte
