Part 16 (1/2)
Oh G.o.d.
”I can't clean out the place right now, Taylor. The cobwebs will have to stay a bit longer,” she called over her shoulder as she warmed her hands by the fire.
”Cobwebs...prevent...infection...”
Cobwebs prevented infection?
She squatted beside the bed, eyeing him. He looked feverish, delirious.
”Are you serious?”
He nodded.
”So what? Sc.r.a.pe the webs together and...”
”Press into wound...pack...”
Kayla closed her eyes as a wave of revulsion crashed into her. She hated webs just as much as the creepy creatures that created them.
”Spiders...soup...”
Oh G.o.d, he was definitely delirious.
His voice was growing weaker. ”Black...white cross...juiciest...”
Oh my G.o.d!
She expected him to start laughing, to tell her he really was just trying to lighten this dire situation. She willed those luscious lips of his to lift into a grin.
Nothing happened.
”Did I mention I hate spiders?” she replied meekly.
He did not answer. Just kept staring at her. Like he was accusing her of being a wimp.
”How about you smiling for me, huh? Just once.” It would make her day a whole h.e.l.l of a lot better.
He didn't.
Her gaze flew back to the ugly wound. G.o.d, what she wouldn't do to have the internet handy now.
”Okay, I'll do it. Then I want a big smile from you for all my hard work. Okay?”
He nodded, but barely.
”And this spider soup... If I make you some, you are going to owe me something big. You got it, big guy?”
Again, another nod. The fact he understood what she was saying meant only two things. The guy was definitely not delirious and she was in one big heap of trouble.
Spiders. Ew!
Despite being the weakest he'd ever been in his entire life, Blackie's blood boiled with l.u.s.t and his body burned with need. He wanted to f.u.c.k these females in order to get release. It was unbearable. He needed them so badly he could hardly stand it. He could barely keep his knees from buckling as he stood in front of a giant, crackling fire with many Yellow Hair females staring at him.
He'd pa.s.sed out for a while and discovered he'd been taken to a camp in a meadow consisting of several hide shelters. They'd tied his wrists and lifted his arms by a rope until he was almost on tiptoe. And then they began to ma.s.sage his c.o.c.k until he had no choice but to react.
Anger burned through him. Kinley must have deserted him because she was nowhere in sight.
”It will be a shame to eat him,” one of the Yellow Hairs said, a pet.i.te youngling with wide hips and a grin much too wide for his liking. She stroked his erection so sensually he almost came.
”I want to be the first one who eats him the other way,” one of them giggled, her cheeks flus.h.i.+ng pink as she dropped to her knees before him and licked her lips in obvious delight.
”Touch me and you die!” he shouted. Relief slammed into him when surprise washed over their faces and they stopped touching him.
”He...he...speaks?” a female gasped. ”I...have heard some can now speak.”
”All the more reason he needs to be killed. Talking males are not to be kept alive. It is the Law,” another of them muttered and she reached out to touch a whip scar that ran along the length of his lower belly. Her fingers trailed a sultry line of fire. The Pa.s.sion Poison once again began to scream through his system.
He would die from the poison unless administered the antidote-a twenty-four-hour s.e.x marathon with these females. But the Yellow Hair virgins would most likely kill him before then now that they'd heard him talk.
Even trying to escape would have him dead if he did not take one of these females with him to supply the antidote. But the thought of f.u.c.king anyone besides Kinley didn't turn his mind to fire as it did when he thought about taking her.
”He must have been a difficult male for the G.o.ddess of Freedom to leave him with such scars,” replied the female whose fingers caressed his scars.
”Where is the G.o.ddess? She will be angry at all of you for laying a hand on me without her permission,” Blackie growled, bucking his hips, trying to get a female's hands off his b.a.l.l.s.
The one stroking him so sensually he literally hurt glared angrily at him. ”She is the G.o.ddess of Freedom. She knows our ways. She will understand.”
Despite her anger, she continued ma.s.saging his c.o.c.k and no matter how hard he tried not to, he just kept responding. He wanted these females riding him, f.u.c.king him.
He moaned as pleasure ripped through his entire being. She held a mug beneath his c.o.c.k as he shot his release. Virgin Yellow Hairs took s.e.m.e.n from their captured males and mixed it with their own blood, thus bonding him to those virgin females. Then they would seduce him. And he would have no desire to stop them from mounting him.
”What is the meaning of this? What are you doing to my slave?”
Relief sizzled through Blackie at the shrill voice belonging to Kinley. Thank the G.o.ddess of Freedom. He wished he could gaze upon her, but she was somewhere behind him. The other females, however, frowned with disappointment.
Nonetheless they stopped caressing him and all the females grew quiet as they bowed to the ground.
Blackie blinked in shock. Perhaps she was the G.o.ddess of Freedom.
”He is being prepared to give us the sacred drink,” the tallest of the females replied. She had been standing in the background, watching the other females. She spoke coolly and confidently as she and the others stood.
”I fully understand,” Kinley replied and hopelessness swept Blackie literally off his feet. The ropes around his wrists burned as his knees buckled.
”Since I am the G.o.ddess of Freedom, I wish to have a night with him first.”
Gasps echoed through the virgins and Blackie instantly realized her mistake. It was said the real G.o.ddess of Freedom owned no male slaves and never had s.e.x with them.