Part 23 (1/2)

”That's right. f.u.c.k my c.o.c.k with your sweet, tight mouth,” he groaned and began a gentle thrust.

She tightened her lips around his c.o.c.k and his face changed from one of torture to exquisite bliss. Using her tongue as her weapon of choice, she grinned inwardly as she caressed and stroked the under part of his shaft every time he withdrew and entered. Appreciation shone on his face.

Yes, she could make him beg this way. She would make him beg even though her entire body was now poised on the edge of climax. Only her plan seemed to be backfiring as she twirled her tongue along his shaft and sc.r.a.ped her sharp teeth against the elevated scars that were woven within the web of veins.

Every time he moaned, the animal growl was an aphrodisiac slipping into her bloodstream, raging through her system. It seemed as if that d.a.m.ned machine knew Blackie's erotic moans were turning her on, because the cups on her nipples went crazy, licking and tweaking and stroking. The suction over her p.u.s.s.y increased and the air tongue caressing her G-spot increased its pressure. Not to mention the d.i.l.d.o in her a.s.s was pulsing and lubing and diving deeper and deeper with every thrust.

Ripples of desire s.h.i.+fted low in her belly and zipped a line into her a.s.s. Her nipples were an erotic mess as bristly air tongues lapped her tender flesh.

Sweet mercy!

Was she infected with Pa.s.sion Poison too?

He groaned hoa.r.s.ely and she tightened her mouth around his quickening thrusts. He moved faster, his thick and swollen c.o.c.k plunging with fiery speed. She could barely see him through the sensual haze but, from the ecstasy raging across his face and the erratic way his c.o.c.k jerked in her mouth, he was close to o.r.g.a.s.m.

She moaned, indicating her need for release, but he was lost in his enjoyment. Her body was wrapped in his erotic groans. Captured by the pleasure of those toys. But there was one way to get his attention. And she wasn't going to beg.

She stopped sucking.

He snarled and opened his dazed eyes. He looked down at her, his mouth twisted in a frown.

She grinned around his c.o.c.k. Now they were equal.

He licked his lips...and then he smiled. Pa.s.sion Poison or no Pa.s.sion Poison, she'd won.

”I beg you, female. Make me come.”

For a split second, she almost nodded. Almost. But then she shook her head.

”Warrior woman, you do not wish to play this with me at this time,” he growled. He withdrew his c.o.c.k from her mouth.

”f.u.c.k me, my warrior man. Or we both suffer,” she whispered in a voice laced with arousal and defiance. Wow, she'd never been like this before. The need for release was driving her nuts.

He growled again, this time a louder, wilder moan that sent her blood boiling with greater need. She gasped as he brought the headrest upward slowly, to where it had been earlier, and whimpered her thanks as he stalked around her to stand between her thighs. His engorged c.o.c.k looked so thick and swollen. He wouldn't last and she was grateful she could bring a man such as Blackie to do her bidding in the end.

In a matter of seconds he had the succulent, air suction cup off her p.u.s.s.y and they both cried out as his thick c.o.c.k head plunged into her slick, trembling v.a.g.i.n.a.

Victory!

He didn't waste time. He pumped into her like a demon. And she loved it. The combination of the nipple suction, the a.n.a.l probe and Blackie's desperate thrusts was exactly what she needed to send her over the edge.

Into heaven.

They f.u.c.ked like wild animals for many hours, taking turns with the machine, making each other beg until they were both so spent they ended spooned together in one of the narrow beds in the s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p. His hot body kept her backside nice and toasty and a peace she'd never experienced before hugged her. She wanted to stay here forever. She probably could too. They had the replicator for food and other supplies. They had the s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p for shelter and she had Blackie. That was all she needed.

More than twenty-four hours had pa.s.sed and Blackie was still alive, still breathing, so what she'd learned from those Yellow Hair virgins had been true. A twenty-four-hour s.e.x marathon was the cure for Pa.s.sion Poison. Too funny.

Behind her, Blackie stirred and then his face nuzzled against her neck. The stubble of his beard sparked some heavy-duty friction against her tender flesh.

”You're a fantastic lover, Blackie. But you need a shave. You've even given me p.u.s.s.y burn from all those times you took me with that magical mouth of yours.”

He chuckled against her neck, the laughter rich and musical. Without warning, he moved his arm around her waist, pulling her until she rolled onto her back. He took her mouth in such a wickedly erotic kiss, she was gasping for air by the time they were finished.

”Wow, you kiss great too,” she whispered, trying to find her voice.

”Compliments will get you everywhere, warrior woman,” he said as his arm around her waist squeezed gently.

”Are the storms still here?” he asked.

”It is slowing down a little.”

”Then we must talk.”

A sliver of panic s.h.i.+fted through her at the determination in his voice. Suddenly she wasn't so peaceful anymore. ”About?” she asked hesitantly.

”How do you know about this replicator? Only the Queens and High Queens know of technologies. Are you one of them? Or are you truly the G.o.ddess of Freedom, the female who knows all?”

She? She knew all?

She wanted to laugh at his question, but it was time to tell him the truth. Time to tell him she really knew nothing at all.

”I can't remember anything before I woke up, after you found me near those Fever Swamps,” she confessed.

His sharp inhalation and the way he tensed rea.s.sured her she'd done a pretty good job of keeping her secret.

”I do not understand. You say your name is Kinley. How do you know this?”

”My bracelet. See?” She held up her arm to show him the metal bracelet on her wrist.

”I was never educated to read. What does this say?” He brushed his fingers along the engraved words.

He couldn't read? That seemed odd, but it did seem everything she was experiencing was odd anyway.

”It says I am allergic to bee stings and that my name is Kinley Hero.”

”Hero? This was the name of the female with Jarod. The female who looks exactly like you. Piper Hero.”

She'd forgotten about that other woman who looked like her. Forgotten about everything except saving Blackie.

”I fear I will lose you if I take you to her,” he said.

”You know where she is?”

”I know of where these Hero men and their women live, yes. I suspect Jarod will be bringing this Piper woman to them. I came upon their village a long time ago during my explorations, when they were first there. I did not show myself or they would have left.”