A Ruthless Good
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by Susan Kelley
Category: Erotica/Erotic Fantasy
Description: Roth thinks the silver-eyed warrior woman that saves him must be a goddess, but even when he realizes she's as human as he is, his admiration for her knows few bounds. As badly as he wants to stay with her, he knows he has to go back and that freeing his people will probably cost him his life. Dragging his courageous savior into the vicious mess that is his society is the last thing he wants. Rating: Spicy/Carnal--frank language, adult situations.
eBook Publisher: New Concepts Publishing, 2009
eBookwise Release Date: June 2009
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [371 KB]
Reading time: 242-339 min.
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
Part I: Where Evil Walks
"We figured out they're southwest of here, Father Morda."
"And how did you conclude that, Shepherd Park?" Morda gave the stocky, muscular guard his best, kindest look. He treated his shepherds with care that they might appreciate his generosity to them compared to the status of the breeders and the workers.
"I've been sending small groups of trackers out in every direction after each raid. I knew sooner or later we'd come upon a fresh trail." Park smiled, the expression hinting at the man's innate brutality. "And this time we did. We lost it about a day's ride from here, but now we know the general direction."
"Father, please forgive me." An older woman peered cautiously around the door to the study. "The breeder is prepared."
Morda nodded and gestured to the woman to bring the girl forward. The study Morda had taken as his office remained as gracious and venerable as it had been before the disaster. He touched the gleaming edge of his fine, maple desk, its history perhaps as old as the university itself. Like the towering stone building, the tall fireplace and the fanciful woodworking, the desk had survived the hell storm unleashed by the arrival of the second moon. It had outlived civilization when the vinefruit threatened the remnants of mankind. And under Morda's tutelage, that cultured way of life would someday return.
In the meantime, Parlania needed his strict code of discipline. One of the most important things he'd accomplished was the controlled breeding of his people. Only those bloodlines proven free of the shriveling disease and resistant to the lure of the vinefruit were permitted to procreate.
Morda's blood fired as he looked at the breeder. The older woman pushed the girl into the room with a firm hand on her slim, bare shoulders. Like all potential breeders, the girl wore nothing. Such a resource must be prepared at all times to receive a man's valued seed. When she was with child, she would be clothed again.
"She's unbroken?" Morda asked. From the corner of his eye he saw Park lick his lips, but only the Father honored a female with her initial training.
"I examined her myself, Father," the older woman answered. "She was only today brought from the children's compound and stripped of her coverings."
Morda noted how the girl hunched her shoulders forward as if to cover the healthy globes of her young, firm breasts. Her skin was smooth, her belly slim and firm, ready to stretch with pregnancy. Her hips would widen from their youthful slimness to support the babe.
It was his law that no female be put to use until she reached eighteen years. With himself and his shepherds breeding on the women as frequently as possible, the females needed to be strong enough to accept multiple contributions of seed each day and then bear the child. They'd lost many of the younger stock before he designed such an enlightened proclamation.
Morda's erection rubbed against the soft wool of his robe, the sensation sweet torture. His blessed seed yearned to enter the womb of his female.
"Take her to my bed." Morda didn't know the older woman's name or even care if she had one, but she would know what instructions to give the girl. Only a woman who'd birthed at least four healthy children could earn the honored position as herd mistress to the breeders.
After the women left, Morda turned back to Park. He chafed at the delay in his duty, but this other matter had its importance also. An example must be set. "How will you proceed?"
Park pulled his lust-filled stare from the door that linked the office to Morda's private chambers. "We've suspected the heretics who flee are taken in by this band of murderous thieves. Unless the Outcasts get them first, that is."
Morda nodded, his patience almost at an end. No one knew for sure how many outlaws lived in the wilds. They only raided in small packs and then slunk back to their dens in the deep wood. And after all these years since the first desertions they might even have dared to breed without his supervision.
"We're going to set a man to wandering as if he's fled to join them. Perhaps we'll even put a few marks of the lash on him. He'll win their trust and then lead us to them."
"You think they'll take him in?"
"I do. We've killed a dozen of them over the past ten years, Father. They have to be taking in recruits."
"Fine. Since it's your plan, Shepherd Park, you be the foundling."
Park's eyes widened but he dared not object without appearing the coward. "As you wish, Father."
"You understand I must have Cogan Celebria back in my hands along with his bitch, Kia. They're no longer young but don't underestimate Cogan's abilities. He could shoot with an accuracy that was inhuman. If they've dared to have children, bring them to me. I want the Celebria family alive. I want Cogan to witness his children assigned their proper places in our society."
"I understand, Father."
Morda doubted Park understood at all. Cogan Celebria had been the first man to object to Morda's stricter laws when the Father took the entirety of Parlania under his control. Cogan actually thought his wife should belong to him alone. He'd refused to take up the mantle of shepherd though he'd been their greatest warrior and a crack shot. What kind of man would give up the chance to breed on any woman he wanted?
"We must bring Celebria to justice. His deeds are still whispered about by the herd of breeders and the workers. And search also for Daniel Sasson. He was a friend to Cogan that disappeared near to the same time. They shared heretic views and spread their poison. Such sacrilege could destroy the inroads we've made as we build a meaningful society."
Park took his leave to set his trap. Morda's lust burned still for the new breeder, but he took a moment to curse his old nemesis. Cogan Parlania could never comprehend that Morda acted only to preserve their world. Humans verged on extinction. Their small group in Parlania was the only survivors of the vinefruit debacle. They'd been lucky any of them lived through those years of savagery. Men like Cogan defended the university with swords, knives and later guns after a female scientist rediscovered the making of gunpowder. What had her name been? She'd died fighting beside Cogan against Morda's shepherds. She would have made a fine breeder possessed as she was with a fine intelligence rarely found in a female.
Morda could ignore his aching balls no longer. He would plant his seed in the girl and again after his nap if he found her performance acceptable. If she wasn't worthy of his seed, he'd send her to the breeding beds where any number of shepherds would ride her.
He poured himself a healthy draft of white wine before going to his bed. A man needed to keep up his strength when he had so many duties.