I caught frustrated shouting from the hallway and knew that my refusal to take her wasn’t infuriating only 667. The other males nearby also were beginning to react to her cries.
I stopped dead, warring with what to do, when the female suddenly went silent. My gaze shot to hers. She was staring at me blankly, panting for breath. Then she held out her shaking arm and whispered, “Help me … please…”
Her soft voice was weak and hoarse. I squeezed my eyes shut at the desperation in her voice. My resolve weakened when I saw her beautiful face staring at me with such hope.
In a second, I knew Master’s plan had worked. As cold a bastard as I knew I was, I couldn’t stand seeing her so pained and weak.
I wouldn’t be the cause of her death.
Slowly, and in measured steps, I approached where she lay. I bit my tongue in frustration, when a hissing sound broke through the calm and more of the drug was injected into her veins.
A new kind of cry slipped from her full lips, one so agonized it caused me to immediately drop by her side. My huge body towered over her. I had no idea what to do next. That wasn’t a problem for long, as the mona reached for my hand and brought it straight between her legs.
She moaned again, but this time there was a hint of relief in her cry as my fingers met her wetness. I swallowed at the feel of her warmth under my fingers.
Letting her guide my hand, she pushed my fingers back and forth along her lips, her hips bucking as I passed over a certain spot. My teeth gritted at the sight of her eyes fluttering closed at my touch.
My blood ran hot as my dick throbbed in my pants. The female moaned and, going on instinct, I plunged my fingers into her channel, feeling the tightness wrap around them.
152 screamed out and gripped my wrist, guiding the movement of my fingers in faster and faster, until I was breathless. With my free hand I reached into my pants and pulled out my cock. My fist ran up and down its hard length.
I growled low at the simultaneous feel of the female’s wet heat and my hand on my cock. I tried to keep tight hold of my control, but when the female arched her back high and spread her legs wide, all of my treasured control snapped apart.
Pulling my fingers from within her, I released my cock and shifted above where she lay. I groaned at how perfect she looked beneath me. When she arched again, I reached for the fabric of her dress and, with my hands on the neckline, used my strength to rip it in two. When the mona’s bare skin came into view, waiting for my dick, I moved forward until my chest met her tits, skin to skin, heat to heat.
My breathing was ragged. Then I groaned low as her legs wrapped around my waist and tried to guide me to her center. Reaching down, I pushed my pants down my legs, then placed my hands on either side of her head. The mona’s eyes met mine, and for a moment I froze at how stunning she was this close.
When a cry left her mouth, I moved back and braced my dick at her entrance. My arms shook as I pressed my tip to her channel. I closed my eyes and paused. I had never taken a female before, never felt what it was like to spill my seed inside.
I had no idea how to take her.
When the mona’s fingernails scraped along the skin of my back, something inside of me broke and I slammed forward, engulfing my cock in her heat, roaring out as the new sensation took its hold. My lips parted and I panted in short, sharp breaths. My eyes rolled as 152 clamped around my thickness. The muscles in my neck strained at the feel … and then she started to move. The mona, searching for my release, rolled her hips, ripping a snarl from my throat.“Shit,” I bit out as my hips began to move in response.
The mona whimpered below me. Her hands slid up my back to grip my neck. My eyes snapped open as she pulled me close, her eyes trapping me in their stare. My heart jumped as she watched me taking her. Her cries lost their pain and turned into cries of pleasure. My cock jerked inside her channel, the mona’s soft skin flushing at the feel.
My thrusts increased in speed as tingles spread along my thighs and a pressure built at the bottom of my spine. With each roll of her hips, I took her harder and harder, her warm, sweet breath flowing over my face.
Her hands tightened around my neck. Her eyes glazed, and I felt her pussy contracting around my dick. I growled, unable to tear my eyes away from her. As her mouth dropped open and her head threw back, she screamed out in release. Seeing her so beautiful, so unrestrained, and with the tightness of her core, the pressure in my spine broke apart and I spilled inside her, a deafening roar ripping from my throat.
My hips slammed fast, then slow, as I gave her what she needed most. My hands balled into fists on either side of her head, then the mona’s eyes opened as I watched her in the following calm.
When her gaze met mine, her pupils reduced in size and her breathing softened to a steady pace. Suddenly, my hips stilled, and the air between us thickened. Because looking back at me was the mona without the drugs.
It was the slave freed.
I waited with bated breath for her fear to arrive. Instead, a tear formed at the corner of her eye and she simply whispered, “Thank you.”
My heart slammed against my chest at the tenderness of her voice. I didn’t know what to do next, but that was remedied when she lifted a shaking hand to my cheek and hushed out, “This isn’t over.” Her eyes lowered in embarrassment, and her cheeks flushed. “It takes more…” She trailed off. “It lasts awhile.”
My throat clogged at the sadness in her voice. But even more, something inside me cracked at the feel of her small hand against my cheek. It was strange, because being with her was like nothing I could have ever imagined, but her warm palm on my face was something else entirely.
For the briefest of moments, it pumped life back into my dead heart.
For a split second, it made me feel alive.
And in that short second, I was reborn.
I swallowed, still uneasy, unsure what to do next, when the mona’s legs twitched and her hands moved to grip my shoulders. I wondered what was happening. When I studied her face and watched her pupils blow, I knew the drug had taken her again.
My softening dick began to harden as her hips started to roll. I ducked my head at the too-good sensation and pushed forward, the mona’s pleasured cry making my pulse beat furiously.
I thought about the fact that I had refused to ever take a female, about how I had resisted it with everything that I was. As I sank into her hot depths, I called myself a fool.
Hours passed and the mona’s drugs kept strong. I wasn’t immune; the cocktail I was injected with every morning kept me strong. Kept my cock reacting to her needy moans, made me able to release inside her every time she needed me …