Rees

Rees could taste the lady's pheromones on the air. She was wet and wanting him.

Well, she'd get what she came for. She should learn not to play with fire.

He turned around and made for her hiding place in the greenery. He'd give her a chance to leave. That was only fair.

He stopped right in front of her. Between the broad, flat leaves behind which she crouched, her fire-colored hair and transparent veil nestled like a flower.

"Come on out," he said.

The figure didn't move.

"You're not really hiding," Rees said, trying not to laugh. "I see you."

She quivered a second, then slowly stood up.

Rees took a stunned step back. Did he say cute? She was gorgeous.

Red hair framed the round face of a woman in her early twenties. Thick, black lashes enhanced the bluest eyes he'd ever seen. He imagined her fluttering those lashes over his lips, over his balls...

Her robes mostly hid her, but he could see the swell of breasts and the round of her hips and backside. He liked imagining what she looked like under all that fabric. He'd like to take off those robes, layer by slow layer.

"Well?" he said.

"Well, what?" She was trying to be snooty, but she was too nervous.

"Why are you following me?"

She got more nervous. "I thought this room was empty."

Liar. He laughed. "No you didn't."

Another thing enhanced on a Shareem was his voice. He could soothe a woman just by saying hello, make her shiver by saying her name.

The woman looked anything but soothed. "I thought-- I did not mean to-- It's all right, I'll leave."

She swung around, robes whirling in the tropical breeze. He caught her arm. She turned, startled, then she glared at him.

A Shareem never touched an upper-class woman without her permission. It wasn't done.

His friend Rio, a level three and not ashamed of it, did it all the time.

"I'm just a badass," Rio would say. Rio would have already lifted this lady's skirts and showed her what a level three could do.

Rees was a little kinder.

"I can think of only one reason a celibate woman would follow a Shareem," Rees said.

She blinked. "Oh? Why?"

He lowered his voice, made it still more seductive. "Because she wants her first fuck. Why else?"

She looked at him in amazement, and her face turned bright red. "Of course not."

"You didn't follow me to play hide and seek. You're celibate. You want me to make you un-celibate."

"No, no," she said. "I will go to a clinic for that."

Upper-class women had clinics for sexual health and for donating DNA to make children. None of them had anything to do with sex.

Not swollen cock in hot, slippery pussy kind of sex anyway.

"Then what?"

She blushed. "I just wanted to see a Shareem."

He spread his arms. "Here I am."

She made no pretense of not looking. Those blue eyes moved as she examined him from his blond hair all the way down his muscled chest and flat stomach, his thighs and calves and bare feet.

Her gaze rose again, lingered on the loincloth, which was bulging, and landed on the black chain on his biceps.

"Do you mind being a slave?" she asked.

"Shareem aren't slaves," he said. "We do what we want." Mostly.

"But you were not born. You were made in a factory."

"Grown in a vat, yeah. But here we are."

She looked him up and down one more time, fascinated. "You're not what I expected."

"What did you expect?"

"You're human," she said, in wonder. "I didn't think you'd be so human."

That stunned him. Most women looked no farther than his huge cock and didn't much care about anything else.

He wasn't considered human. Humanoid, maybe.

Something in his heart warmed a tiny bit. He should be kind to her. Let her get away.

No. Hunt her through the brush and out into the waves--

He stopped the thought. "You shouldn't have followed me. A level one, maybe. But not me."

Her brows rose. "Why not?"

"Because I'm Rees."

Her look told him she'd never heard of him. "What is a Rees?"

She made him laugh, lucky for her. The rest of his body screamed at him to throw her down and fuck her and get it over with.

"That's my name."

Her cheeks got red again. "Oh."

He laughed out loud. "Don't worry about it, babe. Come and swim with me," he suggested, pitching his voice to seduce. "The water's nice."