“Stop. I’m not a damn finger puppet. I’m too dry for you go jabbing around.”
“You don’t feel dry. Tight, but not dry.” Spawn husked in her ear.
“Well I am,” Riley bit out in discomfort.
“Then stop fighting me, and show me how to please you.”
His rumbled voice was soft and coaxing. Spawn was right. Someone else would be coming through that door soon. She’d gotten lucky avoiding the worm and his stabbing tongue. Of all the people she could possibly end up with, Spawn was her best option. He offered a chance to see her friends again. And as fake as it was, he was at least pretending to be kind.
Riley attempted to relax in his large arms. He was attractive, if she could ignore his vile motives. Her hands ran along Spawn’s biceps, feeling how the muscles flexed beneath her palms. It was too bad he was who he was. These were the kind of arms that could hold the nightmares at bay. She wouldn’t have to worry, and could finally let go for once in her pathetic life.
Spawn stroked her back soothingly, but it didn’t help.
“I can’t relax.” Riley shook her head in frustration. “You’re just going to have to do it, and get this over with.”
There were dead bodies all around. She’d been abducted, then hunted. Riley had watched a friend get murdered, and had given up her new home to save her people. It was no wonder her body refused to get with the program.
Spawn pressed Riley’s back against the nearby wall. She closed her eyes as he tugged aside his kilt. She couldn’t watch. He palmed her ass with both hands and lifted her off the ground.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he husked into her ear.
Riley clasped his neck as she complied. Her eyes flew open, when she felt the head of his cock nudge past her scant panties and prod at her vagina.
Oh Jesus!
Riley repressed the distressed sound that wanted to break free, as Spawn pressed his thick crown past her resistant entrance. She panted at the intense fullness.
“Easy, Little Manx.” Spawn paused. “Open up for me.”
With his clenched jaw and furrowed brow, Spawn looked nearly as pained as she felt. His fingers dug into her ass, holding her in place, while he tried to work another inch into her constricted pussy.
“I’m trying,” Riley replied with a strained groan.
Cyprian de Praefectus
Cyprian hated the look contorting Riley’s face. He buried his face in the long hair at her neck. So he didn’t have to see the host of emotions that cut too deep.
How, in the name of Kali, do the other warriors mount their human females?
Riley’s channel was so incredibly tight, wrapped around the head of his shaft, that he didn’t know how he was going to complete enough of the act to satisfy the vile Overseer. Cyprian repressed a growl, as he thought about the surveillance capturing the most dishonorable deed he’d ever committed.
Cyprian knew he didn’t have long before the next warrior stormed through that door, but he needed to slow down just a little, to coax Riley’s body into responding. The last thing he wanted was to hurt the little manx.
Riley smelled wonderful, even though he caught a whiff of distress mixed with her natural sweet perfume. His gums itched as he ran his lips along her warm flesh. He opened his mouth letting his tongue tease Riley’s ear. She gripped him tighter with her arms and legs. Her sheath did the same, eliciting a groan.
Something buried deep inside Cyprian surged to the forefront, as he felt Riley’s hot little body against his. He knew a way he could ease her. His mouth salivated at the thought. Cyprian opened his mouth wider and laved her skin again. Riley tasted as good as she smelled. It was his duty to take away her distress and pain. She should never fear him.
Before Cyprian weighed out the implications of what he was doing, he bit down on the crook of Riley’s neck. The conjugo serum from his canines, pumped into her little body.
“Ow,” Riley yelped. “Oh.” The sharp sound was replaced by a languid moan.
Cyprian was starting to realize what he had done by biting Riley, when a sudden flood of moisture bathed his stiff shaft. He heard humans were different from Cadi females, but it was still shocking how wet Riley became. What was more surprising, was how glorious she felt. The way her slit quivered around his crown nearly snapped Cyprian’s tenuous control.
Cyprian curled his hips, pushing deeper. Riley’s resistant body gave way, as he pressed incrementally into her grasping heat.
“Jesus, how big is that thing?” Riley moaned.
Her demeanor had changed. Cyprian couldn’t believe the way Riley responded to the pheromone in his bite, almost as if his body had tailored the conjugo serum just for her. Riley wantonly rubbed her lace covered breasts against his chest as she writhed against him.