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  SAVING JAX

  By

  L.M. Brown

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  Saving Jax

  Copyright © 2018 by L.M. Brown

  First E-book Publication: December 2018

  Cover design by Sheri McGathy

  Editor: No Stone Unturned Editing

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Epilogue

  Other MPreg stories by L.M. Brown

  About the Author

  Also by L.M. Brown

  Chapter One

  Ty watched the riverbank as the barge made its slow progression along the waterway. A smile came to his lips when he saw two male felines sitting on a blanket on the grass, enjoying a picnic in the rare summer sunshine.

  The smaller of the two men had his hand on his stomach and the second man rested his own beside it, rubbing gently. Ty smiled at the sight. He could tell from their gestures they were expecting a litter, and he touched his own flat stomach, wondering when he too might experience that unique joy that came from carrying the next generation of his family.

  "Ty, are you listening to me?"

  He jumped and faced his mother. "Sorry, Mother. Did you say something?"

  "I asked if you were hungry?" his mother, Demi asked.

  Ty opened his mouth to say no, before realising that in fact he was. "Yes, I am."

  His mother nodded and clicked her claws together. Cal stepped forward and bowed. "Go below and feed my son," she ordered.

  Ty cringed that she hadn't even said please.

  Cal nodded and headed for the steps to the lower level of the barge. Ty followed him. While he had no qualms about feeding in public, his mother believed that nobles, such as themselves, should feed in private.

  By the time Ty entered his cabin Cal had already set aside his kilt and was frantically fisting his cock.

  "There's no need to hurry," Ty assured him as he sat in the feeding chair. Nobles didn't kneel to feed either. Instead, they had specially designed chairs, made at the perfect height for their servants to feed them their cocks.

  "My master is hungry," Cal replied. "It is my duty and honour to feed you as quickly as possible."

  Ty frowned at the words he had heard from Cal many times since the day he had been presented to him by his father, a gift in celebration of his coming of age. His father had thought having a food source close to his own age would be a pleasure, but Cal had made his distaste at feeding Ty clear from the first time he’d whipped out his cock.

  Hard and ready for Ty's mouth, Cal stepped in front of him and pushed his cock between Ty's lips.

  Ty couldn't resist the rich cream as he eagerly sucked it from Cal's cock. He wondered what it would be like to be a member of a species who grew their own food and harvested supplies from the land. As far as Ty knew, only felines were dependent on each other for their food supply. Ty, as a man who desired other men, needed the cream from a man's cock to satisfy his appetite. Cal, as Ty's primary food source, was the one to give him what he craved, whenever he wanted it, at least until Ty claimed a permanent mate.

  Ty drank down the last drop of cream before licking Cal's cock clean. He held Cal steady as tremors shook his body. "Thank you," he said. He always made certain to assure Cal of his gratitude after he fed.

  "It is my pleasure," Cal said, his tone saying otherwise.

  "Do you wish to feed?" Ty asked. He had made the offer many times, but Cal always refused.

  "I'm not hungry," Cal replied, as predictable as ever.

  Ty's cock ached and, not for the first time, he wished Cal had taken him up on the offer.

  Cal bent to pick up his kilt from the floor where he had dropped it. Ty studied the black, orange, and white markings covering Cal's back and the thick line of fur leading from the nape of his neck, down his spine, to his long, furred, tail, which currently swept a wide arc as it twitched in agitation.

  "Is it a female you desire?" Ty asked. "Is that why you don't feed from me? Because you desire the milk of a woman's breast?"

  Cal stared over his shoulder, his eyes wide in apparent surprise. "You think I could maintain an erection for you to suck on if my desires were for women?"

  "I don't know. You always close your eyes when I feed from you. For all I know, you're thinking about my mother."

  Cal snorted. "Hardly."

  "Then you do like men?"

  "Yes, of course. I would hardly have been given this position if I didn't."

  Ty supposed his father must have done his research before hiring Cal. It didn't explain why Cal seemed to dislike his job so much. "Is it me you aren't attracted to, then?"

  "What are you talking about?" Cal asked. "You've just sucked my cock dry, and you think I don't find you attractive?"

  Ty shrugged. "Then I've done something to offend you?"

  Cal turned his back on him again, though not before Ty caught a quick roll of his eyes. "You have not offended me."

  "Then why don't you ever want to feed from me? And why do you always close your eyes and act as if you wish you were anywhere else on Furyne whenever I suck you?"

  Cal spun back to him and made a low sweeping bow. "I apologise for any offence I have given to my master."

  Ty growled. "And stop calling me that. I have a name and you were given permission to use it when you entered my service five cycles ago."

  Cal didn't reply.

  Ty's patience ran out and he waved him towards the door. "Go back on deck. If my mother asks, tell her I'll be back up there in ten minutes."

  Cal raised a brow, before schooling his features into his usual bland expression. He bowed and left the cabin, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

  As soon as Ty was alone he shoved aside his embroidered kilt and took his cock in his hand. He stroked the length as he imagined Cal's mouth around the flesh, sucking him eagerly. He wanted Cal to feed from him more than anything. It wasn't that he dreamt of his servant on his knees before him, but the thought of watching his cock disappear between Cal's lips made him ache beyond words.

  Sometimes he
wondered whether it was just Cal he craved, or whether any man's mouth would do. Then he tried to imagine anyone else in the same position, but they all morphed into Cal, with his calico markings, so different from Ty and his black and white stripes.

  He pumped his cock with one hand as he explored lower with the other. Cal sucking him wasn't all he wanted, far from it. For nearly two cycles now, Ty had wanted to confide in him his greatest secret, the one he was touching right now. Damp and slick, Ty's secret was known only to his parents and their most trusted servants. He slipped his finger into his vagina and moaned with pleasure. One day he would feel a man's cock—Cal's cock—right there, filling him with cream and creating a litter that they would raise together.

  "Cal, oh Cal," Ty moaned, keeping his voice as low as he could, so no one on deck heard him. He spilled over his fingers as he came, the smell of his cream strong and potent. He wanted to spread it over Cal's body, to claim him, and he wanted Cal's cream all over him, inside him, marking him as Cal's.

  As he came down from his high, Ty continued to finger himself, a smile on his lips as he fought to get his breathing back under control.

  Cal was everything he had ever wanted in a mate. It was just a shame Cal didn't feel the same way about him.

  *****

  Cal escaped to his quarters in the palace at the first opportunity. What had possessed Ty to start asking questions about him and his desires? Had he lost his mind and forgotten Cal was his servant?

  Rags was already in bed when Cal entered the room, but he opened his eyes almost at once. "How was the day on the river?"

  "As awful as you can imagine," Cal muttered. "Why did I have to be hired by the only branch of felines who don't hate the water?"

  "Just bad luck," Rags replied with a grin. "Other than the river itself, how was the day?"

  Cal shrugged as he slid into bed besides Rags and lined himself up so they could feed each other.

  "You went all day without feeding again?" Rags asked.

  "It's not like there were any other options," Cal replied as he licked at Rags’ cock.

  "You mean Ty didn't offer to feed you today?"

  Cal wished he had never confided in Rags about Ty's frequent offers of that nature.

  "Ah, so he did, and you turned him down again." Rags was an expert at drawing his own conclusions, and doing so accurately. "You do know you're an idiot, right?"

  Cal took Rags into his mouth rather than answer. Maybe he was a fool, but the last thing he needed to do was get any closer to Ty than he already was. It would only lead to heartbreak when Ty took a mate and Cal's services were no longer required.

  "He could choose you," Rags said quietly. "It isn't unheard of for a noble feline to mate with a servant."

  Cal ignored him as he drank down his cream, his stomach pangs easing for the first time in hours. When he was done he sat up and stared at Rags. "Aren't you hungry?"

  "I snacked earlier," Rags replied, "as you should have done. Now, what's stopping you from taking Ty's cock into your mouth and accepting what he's offered you so many times?"

  "I told you before, I don't think it would be a good idea to get any closer to him. It's hard enough maintaining my distance when he's sucking me."

  "What makes you think he wouldn't want you for a mate?" Rags asked. "It's obvious to all the servants that he has great affection for you. Several are wagering that he takes you as his official mate within the next cycle."

  "His parents will never allow it."

  "You don't know that."

  Cal shook his head. "Ty is one of the black and white-striped nobles. You know how they are about maintaining their markings through the generations. They only breed with others of their kind, or those with no strong markings at all. Ty will need to find a mate without strong markings like mine, and someone who is dual-gendered. I can't carry a litter for him. If he were to choose me as a mate, his bloodline would end with him."

  Rags waved away his concerns. "Ty may not care about markings as much as you think. He certainly seems to like looking at you. He can't take his eyes off you when you're in the room."

  "Maybe so, but it doesn't solve the other problem, does it? It's not like I'm going to magically wake up one morning with a womb ripe for planting his seed in."

  Rags snorted with laughter. "Cal, there are other options for those who wish to have a family, besides magical wombs."

  Cal gave his friend a dirty look. "You know the nobles are very particular about the continuation of their markings and bloodlines. I've never heard of any noble adopting, and I doubt you have, either."

  "Just because it isn't common, doesn't mean it can't happen."

  Cal had had enough of this conversation. He got up and went over to his own bed. "This is a pointless discussion anyway. I'm not his mate and I have no intention of changing that."

  "Then you admit that you know he wants you for one?"

  Cal shrugged and pulled the covers over his head. Of course he knew Ty wanted him. He had made that clear from almost the day they had met. It didn't change anything, though. Ty was a noble and Cal was his primary food source. That was all, and only until Ty found another to feed from.

  *****

  "A mating festival?" Ty wondered if he had misheard his mother.

  "Yes." His mother continued painting the landscape she had been working on for the last cycle, sparing him barely a glance.

  "I don't understand," Ty said. "No one has held such a festival in decades. Why now?"

  Demi put her brush down and smiled at him. "Because you're my oldest son and I want to ensure you have the mate you deserve."

  "I'm perfectly capable of finding a mate for myself."

  His mother made a sound that adequately conveyed her disbelief. "If you're talking about your primary food source—whatever his name is—then don't be ridiculous."

  "Yes, I’m talking about Cal," Ty replied. "He's a fine young feline."

  "Of course he is, that's one of the reasons why your father chose him for you. Unfortunately, he cannot carry a litter for you."

  Ty growled under his breath. "Since I'm perfectly capable of carrying my own litter, it doesn't really matter whether Cal can."

  His mother glared at him before sweeping her gaze around the room, as though checking it was still empty. "Keep your voice down. Do you want everyone to know what you are?"

  "I don't care if they do know. There are many dual-gendered felines here on Furyne and more are born each cycle."

  "It's hardly the same thing."

  "Of course it is!"

  "They are common felines," Demi hissed. "High nobles are not dual-gendered. Even among the low nobles, they are few and far between. Hence the reason for the festival. We have sent out the invitations, asking for those nobles who are dual-gendered and male-dominant to come to the festival. You will choose your mate from the guests."

  "Mother, you can't be serious. I don't need a mate to carry my litter. I wish to carry my own."

  "That's impossible. If you were to do so, everyone would see what you are."

  "Then let them see."

  "You would bring shame on this family?"

  "No. I feel no shame in what I am. I am as much a male as any of my brothers, I just have something extra that they don't, and for that I am thankful."

  His mother shook her head and returned to her painting. "The mating festival will take place as arranged. You will choose your mate, or your father and I will choose for you."

  Ty slammed out of the room. He had to talk to Cal before he heard about the festival. He couldn't let him think it was his idea.

  *****

  Jax looked out of the window of his room as he waited for Lyndon to come and feed him. He had no way of marking the time in his quarters, but his growling stomach told him he had to be arriving soon.

  Sure enough, the sound of the key turning in the lock heralded the appearance of the only feline to ever visit his rooms.

  "Good afternoon, Jax," Lyndon gre
eted him with a smile after he had locked the door behind him. "Are you hungry? Oh, but of course you are. You're always hungry for my cock, aren't you?"

  Jax sighed. Lyndon was in one of those moods today. He preferred it when Lyndon merely wanted to feed him and leave as soon as possible.

  "Come now," Lyndon urged as he sat on the edge of the bed. He tossed a pillow between his feet. "Dinner time."

  Jax knelt on the fluffy pillow and pushed Lyndon's kilt aside.

  "Ah, there's my eager little slut," Lyndon said. "Suck it good for me, Jax. Nice and slow as you drink it all down, and watch those sharp incisors."

  Jax didn't want to go slow, but he knew better than to disobey Lyndon. He licked at the tip, unable to stop his moan of pleasure at the taste of cream.

  "Moan for me," Lyndon urged. "Nice and loud, Jax. Like you did the night I fucked you. Do you remember that?"

  Jax did, and his cock twitched at the memories. He had been young and foolish back then, spreading his legs for Lyndon with an eagerness that shamed him now he recalled it.

  "You were so wanton that night," Lyndon continued in a dreamy voice. "Your cock hard and your cunt wet."

  Jax cringed at Lyndon's crudity.

  "When I slid inside you, you begged me for more."

  Jax had. He had wanted Lyndon like he had never wanted anyone else. He had loved him… or so he'd thought.

  "I want that again," Lyndon said.

  Jax froze. Surely, he didn't mean…

  Lyndon grinned down at him. "What do you say, Jax? Are you still as eager to be fucked as you were back then?"

  Jax shook his head. "We can't."

  Lyndon laughed. "Of course we can. There's no one here to see us."

  Jax had taken enough cream for now and he wiped his lips. "And when my belly rounds with a litter, what will you say then? It's not as if you can deny it this time, no one else comes to my room except you."

  It was obvious from Lyndon's expression he hadn't considered the consequences that might come from fucking Jax now.