Immortal Unchained(105)

Domitian sat up slightly, craning his head to see the woman, worried he'd killed Sarita's grandmother, and then was distracted when Sarita began to scream and thrash in his arms. Obviously, she'd had enough blood. The turn had begun. Cursing as he realized how unprepared he was for it, Domitian scooped Sarita up, stood, set her on the bed and tried to hold her down.

He could hear shouting from below, recognized Mrs. Dressler's anxious voice, but didn't have time to answer her questions. He was in the middle of a battle royale with his life mate. Sarita was bouncing, thrashing, kicking, and hitting. She was also screaming her head off the whole time, in obvious agony and need and there wasn't a damned thing he could do about it. He didn't have any blood.

After taking a third kick to the groin and having her nails raked across his cheek twice, Domitian, out of desperation, threw himself on top of the wild woman, hoping to pin her down with his weight. It didn't exactly work as he'd hoped. Instead of pinning her down, Domitian found himself holding on for dear life as she bucked and bounced around on the bed like a wild bronco.

"Oh dear . . . What . . . ?"

Domitian wasn't sure if he actually heard those words over Sarita's caterwauling or if Maria Reyes was so distressed she was shouting her thoughts. Whatever the case, he glanced around then to see the woman sitting up on the floor, looking both dazed and horrified as she watched him and Sarita hump around the bed. At least until Sarita gave one great heaving hump and kick that sent them turning and tumbling off the bed onto the floor next to the woman.

Tightening his grip on Sarita, who was now on top, Domitian tried to offer the older woman a reassuring smile, but his head was bouncing repeatedly off the floor, sent there by Sarita's breasts as she thrashed on top of him, and he suspected what he actually managed was a rictus of pain.

Eyes wide, Maria Reyes dragged a golden cross out from the neckline of her dress, clutched it between her hands and began to pray. It wasn't until she started yelling "Out devil! Out foul demon!" that he realized she thought Sarita was possessed.

Domitian closed his eyes and began to pray as well, but he was praying that he would survive Sarita's turning with at least one testicle still intact. He was quite sure that one of them was ruptured.

"What the hell?"

Domitian opened his eyes with hope to find Thorne standing in the doorway to the room with a very alarmed-looking Mrs. Dressler in his arms.

"Oh, gracias a Dios," Maria Reyes cried and rushed to stand next to the pair in the doorway, chattering away in Spanish so quickly and frantically even he couldn't understand it, and Domitian had been speaking Spanish for centuries. When she finally wound down, the three of them just stood there watching in horror as Sarita continued to rock and thrash on top of him as if he were a rocking horse. With Domitian's hands locked around her waist, she was now throwing herself forward, smashing his head into the floor with her breasts, and then throwing her upper body back and bringing her knees down, pow, right between his legs. And they were just watching, he thought with disbelief. As if this was some WWF bout.




 

 

"Help," Domitian whimpered in a voice he was sure was too low to be heard. Fortunately Thorne seemed to understand. He glanced around a little wildly, and then set his mother on the bed. Maria had followed and settled beside her so that the two women could clutch each other's hands as they watched and prayed. At least he was quite sure Maria was praying, Elizabeth Dressler was shouting advice to her rather confounded son as he tried to sort out how to help Domitian.

"Quick, grab her around the chest when she swings up!" Mrs. Dressler shouted.

Thorne straightened his shoulders, straddled Domitian and Sarita and tried to wrap his arms around her chest as she threw herself up and back, slamming her knees into Domitian's much-abused family jewels. Stars exploded behind his eyes, a buzzing sounded in his ears and he closed his eyes on a groan as he waited for the agony to end. But when he could hear again, Elizabeth Dressler was saying, "Oh dear, Thorne, no I don't think-Oh, that isn't working at all."

Forcing his eyes open, Domitian saw that while Thorne had started out wrapping his arms around Sarita's chest, she was thrashing and bobbing around so much that he now had her only by the breasts, one hand clutching each. It brought a growl from Domitian just before the man muttered, "Sorry," and released her.

"Her legs, Thorne! Try her legs!" Mrs. Dressler suggested.

Nodding, Thorne stepped to the side, and then moved down to grab Sarita's feet as they flew up in the air. That was all Domitian saw before his head was smashed into the hardwood floor by Sarita's upper body. But he soon realized this was not going to work either. With her legs in the air, Sarita's mobility was restricted to a short up and down. Basically, her breasts were playing patty cake with his head on the floor.