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supposed to come only when they re mastered, made to feel helpless against their own desires. It s
just& 
 Just that you feel less than a man?
 Not less. But different. I want the kind of devotion from Nebula that you have from Doreen -- the kind
I sense that Guy has from Cassie. She s wounded, only now beginning to believe she can have any more
than a sterile existence. So am I. We need the time alone, to learn to love ourselves as well as each other
-- before we join in the public rituals of the mated couples on Luna Ten.
 That makes sense. By the gods, man, they shouldn t have done this to you. Or forced Nebula or any
other woman who carries the mutant gene to destroy her femininity. Leave it to me. And Doreen. We ll
see that you aren t subjected to the scrutiny of all Luna Ten when you re mated.
Epilogue
A beautiful day dawned on Luna Ten when, two months later, Conan strode naked to the fucking glade,
his glowing cock a beacon to any who might chance to intrude on his private mating with Nebula. Nebula
lay tied across the sacred stone, face down, her cunt glistening with the pale, slick fluid of desire. A
priest, also exiled from Earth, murmured the words he never would have dared to say back home even
before the Fall -- words that joined the bodies and souls of two eunuchs. Lovers whose joining could
never produce a child, whose pleasure would forever be missing the element of continuity& of bubbling,
overflowing life.
Suddenly Conan knew. He couldn t take Nebula as a master, only as a friend and lover. An equal. His
step firm, he moved to the stone and cut her bonds.  I d have you come to me of your own volition.
Share with you, not take from you. As you d be my slave, so would I be yours.
Nebula s smile when she stood and faced him lit his heart. She held out both hands, a gesture of
commitment more profound than she d made earlier when she d let the priest bind her to the fucking
stone for Conan s pleasure.  I want no slave, only you. Come, let us seal our vows here, in the glade. I
care not if the others see us.
Conan turned, sat on the stone, and drew his lifemate onto his lap. When he stroked her satin slit and
found her ready, he lifted her& impaled her on his bionic cock& kneaded her ripe, firm breasts as she
moved on him.
She milked him with her cunt, and the pressure built in his belly, his ass. He saw colors brighter than the
glow of his cock when she tightened around him in the throes of her climax. As they came together in the
glade, the others joined them.
Shedir, his newborn son cradled in the crook of one arm while he held Doreen with the other, Guy and
Cassie, Brad and Aurora, the planet s benign rulers, and the others -- eunuchs like him, saved from a
lifetime in the mines of Mars by Brad s timely intervention.
Together they had begun building a new and kinder world. As he looked into the peaceful, sleeping face
of Luna Ten s newest citizen, Conan sensed an even greater mission awaited them. A mission of mercy,
not revenge. It wouldn t be soon& and it might not be his generation but the baby s that would reclaim
the planet of his birth and wrest it from the evil hands of its rulers.
Ann Jacobs
Ann Jacobs has lost track of how many books she s published. At least thirty at last count! That count
includes several awards, including Eppies, Golden Quill awards, More Than Magic awards, and two
Lories. Ann has multiple personalities -- she also writes as Sara Jarrod, Ann Josephson, and Shana
Nichols.
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