Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Can’t help coming, baby? he thought, feeling his cock surge again. Despite the bizarre situation, he couldn’t help taking pleasure in her pleasure. It was the Kindred way to want to make his woman come and though Sylvia wasn’t actually his, it still made him fucking hot to please her.
He finished drawing the nectar from the second breast but Sylvia didn’t seem to be done yet so he switched back to the first breast and teased her nipple gently with his teeth. At the same time, he pinched the other one, stimulating both tender peaks at once.
“Oh my God!” she gasped and her hips bucked, making him sure she had come yet again. Goddess, whatever was in that gas, it was certainly potent!
At last, Sylvia collapsed back on the bed, breathing hard. She looked so fucking beautiful, with her long, red-gold hair haloed around her head and her cheeks flushed. Her eyes were like stars—almost sleepy with sated pleasure.
Kross crawled on beside her and drew her close to him. She hesitated for a moment…then turned and pressed her face to his chest and nuzzled against him.
“That was…intense,” she whispered at last.
Kross wanted to ask if she had come—he was sure she was but he wanted to hear it from her. But he didn’t want to embarrass her again.
“Yeah, I could tell,” he murmured instead. “You okay, Princess? Feeling better now?”
She nodded and looked up at him. He could see she was blushing again.
“Much better. Er, thank you for doing that. I know it was kind of awkward.”
“We’re being held prisoner here—awkward is the least of our worries,” Kross said grimly. He stroked her flushed cheek. “And what you were saying earlier…I want you to know, I don’t blame you for us being here. I blame myself—I should have protected you better, Princess. I’m so fucking sorry.”
Her eyes widened.
“Kross, you don’t have to say that! You were the one who tried to warn me against coming here.” She sighed unhappily. “I wish I would have listened.”
“Well, you can’t change the past,” Kross pointed out. “What’s done is done. Now we need to think about getting out of here.”
“I wouldn’t think about that too hard if I were you—not if the two of you want to live.” It was Barbarous again, watching them with interest from the screen on the far wall.
As before, Kross shielded Sylvia’s body with his own, so the bastard couldn’t see her.
“What the fuck do you want now?” he growled.
“Just to see how you’re getting on. And to get some samples from sweet Sylvia.”
As he spoke, the hole in the wall irised open and the spherical silver droid hovered into the room.
“What are you doing? Stay the fuck away from her!” Kross growled. He was ready to drop-kick the fucking thing again until Barbarous spoke.
“You will not commit violence against my droid and you will allow it to take samples,” he said coldly. “If you do not, the subjects staying in the women’s quarters will all be terminated.”
“What?” Sylvia sat up, looking horrified. “But you can’t kill them!”
“Why not? I have superior subjects now—you and Mr. Kross.” The mad scientist shrugged as though killing the other women in the compound would be nothing to him. “Of course, the treetures would be upset if they had no more playthings to fuck, but they can all take turns with you, my dear,” he said, giving Sylvia an evil smile.
She went pale and her eyes were huge with fear. But she lifted her chin and glared at the screen.
“You’re a psychopath!”
“Actually, I’m more of a sociopath,” Barbarous said. “And an unrepentant one at that. Now are you going to allow my droid to take samples or shall I kill your new friends?”
Kross wanted to protect her from this—he balled his hands into fists, wishing he could punch the fucking scientist in the mouth! But he knew it had to be Sylvia’s choice.
“All…all right,” she whispered at last, her voice trembling. “What kind of samples do you want?”
“You know what kind, my dear,” Barbarous said, smirking. “Kindly lie back on the bed and spread your legs.”
14
SYLVIE
Sylvie felt sick. Was she really going to have to go through with this? It seemed she was if she didn’t want her companions in the women’s prison to die.
Kross was looking at her anxiously as she made up her mind.
“You don’t have to do this, Princess,” he rumbled softly.
“Yes, I do,” Sylvie said, wishing her voice sounded less weak. She sounded like she was going to cry, even to her own ears.
The silver collector droid hovered closer, extending an arm from the center of its bottom sphere as it did. This time, instead of a needle or a spoon, the instrument at the end of the long silver arm was a metal phallus—a big one.
Sylvie felt her eyes grow wide as she took in its size.