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tighter than my mouth. Wetter. And waiting for you.”
Did his eyes cross? She couldn’t have said for certain as Makl dropped his baton with a muttered
curse. “Ooh, watch those teeth, my lovely. My big purple monster is perhaps too much for your small
mouth.”
Oh, that made her choke for real. “Oh, let me keep trying. You taste so yummy, but goodness,
you’re just sooooo big.” Olivia put a finger in her mouth and pretended to gag. Makl grabbed the rod from the floor and shook with silent laughter, his icy eyes crinkling at the corners.
“Big and hard, just for you, my sumptuous barbarian. Now bend over that I might plow you with
my mighty sword.”
Plow? She mouthed the word at him with a wrinkled nose and he grinned as he extended the short
rod into a baton, the snick of metal clicking into place covered by her pretend noises of wet pleasure.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Yes. Take it, human. Take all of my mighty cock.”
Olivia fought hard not to laugh as she replied in kind. “Harder. Yes. Yes. Harder. I love the feel
of you banging my uterus. You are so big. Yes! Yes!”
It seemed their playacting bore results. The guards didn’t even attempt to keep quiet as they came
rushing down the hall, booted feet thumping. Eager bastards. She curled her lip at their predictable need for a firsthand view of the action.
Makl twirled the silvery cloak around his shoulders and beckoned her to join him. She hesitated.
And he disappeared. Literally.
What the fuck? She stuttered to a halt right in the middle of her fake orgasm. Where did he go?
Don’t tell me that damned cloak was a teleporter and I never figured it out. But if he was gone, why could she still hear him faking it? She yelped as a disembodied hand emerged from nowhere and yanked
her against a broad chest.
“Keep screaming,” he admonished between his own yells of bliss. Not so easy anymore when the
scent of him – feel of him – flooded her senses. Her moans turned breathy and the heat of before returned full force, focusing on the bundle of nerves between her thighs. Pressed tight against him, each slight friction of their bodies seemed to rub against it, sending small shockwaves through her. When her breath caught and she went silent, he yelled, “I’m coming.” Then once again, meshed his mouth to hers,
absorbing any sound she might have made when the door to their prison slid open. A brief embrace just long enough to keep her quiet while the guards entered the cell with a puzzled, “Where the frukx are
they?”
Spinning her away from him, Makl went into motion. Out shot his leg, his foot sweeping behind
one guard’s leg. The bar he swung at the other thug in uniform knocked his pistol clear – in the opposite direction of Olivia who watched in frozen fascination. Despite her upbringing, she seldom encountered true violence first hand. It both fascinated and repelled. The power Makl displayed, the force behind each jab… When he whirled, his fist connected with a solid thud to the fleshy jowl of the guard. Down went the alien in an unconscious heap. That she could handle, but it was the wrench of the neck after that sent her stumbling back.
He killed him!
Shocked at the violence, she never saw the danger. She yelped as an arm wrapped around her
from behind. She clawed at the rough fabric covering the thick appendage to no avail. She needed rescue, yet Makl fought his own battle.
The lessons Ifruum had her take – more like forced on her despite her pouting – took over. Down
went her foot, flexible shoes against hard, tungsten-toed boots. Yeah, the guy didn’t even flinch. She winced even before she flung her head back, expecting the denser noggin that collided with her head.
Self-defense was great in theory, but in the grand scheme of things, fragile-skinned humans didn’t stand a chance against the better armored races.
Although, Makl seemed an exception to the rule. His exterior seemingly just as thin-skinned, her
purple
Did his eyes cross? She couldn’t have said for certain as Makl dropped his baton with a muttered
curse. “Ooh, watch those teeth, my lovely. My big purple monster is perhaps too much for your small
mouth.”
Oh, that made her choke for real. “Oh, let me keep trying. You taste so yummy, but goodness,
you’re just sooooo big.” Olivia put a finger in her mouth and pretended to gag. Makl grabbed the rod from the floor and shook with silent laughter, his icy eyes crinkling at the corners.
“Big and hard, just for you, my sumptuous barbarian. Now bend over that I might plow you with
my mighty sword.”
Plow? She mouthed the word at him with a wrinkled nose and he grinned as he extended the short
rod into a baton, the snick of metal clicking into place covered by her pretend noises of wet pleasure.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Yes. Take it, human. Take all of my mighty cock.”
Olivia fought hard not to laugh as she replied in kind. “Harder. Yes. Yes. Harder. I love the feel
of you banging my uterus. You are so big. Yes! Yes!”
It seemed their playacting bore results. The guards didn’t even attempt to keep quiet as they came
rushing down the hall, booted feet thumping. Eager bastards. She curled her lip at their predictable need for a firsthand view of the action.
Makl twirled the silvery cloak around his shoulders and beckoned her to join him. She hesitated.
And he disappeared. Literally.
What the fuck? She stuttered to a halt right in the middle of her fake orgasm. Where did he go?
Don’t tell me that damned cloak was a teleporter and I never figured it out. But if he was gone, why could she still hear him faking it? She yelped as a disembodied hand emerged from nowhere and yanked
her against a broad chest.
“Keep screaming,” he admonished between his own yells of bliss. Not so easy anymore when the
scent of him – feel of him – flooded her senses. Her moans turned breathy and the heat of before returned full force, focusing on the bundle of nerves between her thighs. Pressed tight against him, each slight friction of their bodies seemed to rub against it, sending small shockwaves through her. When her breath caught and she went silent, he yelled, “I’m coming.” Then once again, meshed his mouth to hers,
absorbing any sound she might have made when the door to their prison slid open. A brief embrace just long enough to keep her quiet while the guards entered the cell with a puzzled, “Where the frukx are
they?”
Spinning her away from him, Makl went into motion. Out shot his leg, his foot sweeping behind
one guard’s leg. The bar he swung at the other thug in uniform knocked his pistol clear – in the opposite direction of Olivia who watched in frozen fascination. Despite her upbringing, she seldom encountered true violence first hand. It both fascinated and repelled. The power Makl displayed, the force behind each jab… When he whirled, his fist connected with a solid thud to the fleshy jowl of the guard. Down went the alien in an unconscious heap. That she could handle, but it was the wrench of the neck after that sent her stumbling back.
He killed him!
Shocked at the violence, she never saw the danger. She yelped as an arm wrapped around her
from behind. She clawed at the rough fabric covering the thick appendage to no avail. She needed rescue, yet Makl fought his own battle.
The lessons Ifruum had her take – more like forced on her despite her pouting – took over. Down
went her foot, flexible shoes against hard, tungsten-toed boots. Yeah, the guy didn’t even flinch. She winced even before she flung her head back, expecting the denser noggin that collided with her head.
Self-defense was great in theory, but in the grand scheme of things, fragile-skinned humans didn’t stand a chance against the better armored races.
Although, Makl seemed an exception to the rule. His exterior seemingly just as thin-skinned, her
purple
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