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mouth.
Her teeth grazed down the length and heat shot into his balls with incredible
delight. He pumped up his hips to increase the pleasure as she sucked him in time to
Pic's deep, hot thrusts.
The scent of her arousal hit him. Zandor gritted his teeth. Gods, I need more.
"Harder, Pic, you won't break me."
He laughed at the doctor's labored breathing.
The doctor glared back at him, took a firm grip on his hips and fucked him so
hard the table began to shake.
Biting his lip, Zandor tasted blood as Pic's cock shuddered deep inside him
and the doctor came in long, hot spurts, crying out Zandor s name as if he were his
lover. Zandor laughed then gasped as his own climax spiraled. He bucked, pushing
his shaft deep into the female's mouth as he spilled. He lay back, boneless, replete,
glad.
Pic's wife swallowed and sucked down his seed.
He raised his head and watched her move away and wipe her chin.
"Not bad." She turned, kissed her husband, and strode from the room without
a backward glance.
"I wish I had the stamina of a Pride male," Pic said, running a hand up
Zandor's leg with a strange glint in his eye. "I desire you, Zandor, and would have
you many times tonight if it were possible."
Zandor laughed. "That was different. I didn't exert any energy whatsoever."
"Just how many times a night can you fuck?" Pic replied, laying a hand on
Zandor's chest.
Zandor sighed; Pic's infatuation had become intolerable. What could he do?
"It depends on the situation. I hear, during Moon Fire, a male may mate four
times an hour, over four days."
"I want to taste you again." Pic's eyes widened and his hand slipped down to
rest on Zandor's cock. "If I had my way, I would keep you like this, open and ready
to fuck. Then, perhaps, share you with Peterson, the orderly; he's very well
endowed. You'd love it. Would you like me to call him?"
Zandor took a deep breath. What response would placate this half-life?
"It's not going to happen. When it comes to males, I'm exclusive, one male at a
time, so no deal."
Zandor watched Pic's flustered reaction closely. Yes, he decided, he could
control this Druik easily enough. He would agree, now, to anything he wanted, but
he promised himself, the next time they met, he would break Pic's pathetic neck.
Pic's eyes searched his face and the doctor's warm hand closed around his shaft. He
swallowed bile. It would remain flaccid; the thrill had long since vanished.
Pic moved to the end of the table.
Zandor ground his teeth but gasped as Pic's experienced fingers pressed
against his ass, dipped inside, and massaged his pleasure spot. The blood rushed
into his cock with such force it made his head spin.
"Gods, Pic, you're a man on a mission."
"I have a treat for you, Zandor, a toy I designed," said Pic, his voice low and
thick as, with a grin, he held up a massive black phallus.
Zandor pulled at his bonds. "What the hell is that?" His traitorous cock
bucked in anticipation. "You must be joking?"
"My wife can take it all. It doesn't vibrate; it sends little shock waves." Pic
smiled as he oiled the monster.
Pic's hot, wet mouth closed over his rampant cock. Zandor tried to relax. The
swirling monster teased against his hole as Pic sucked him deep. His whole body
tensed in eagerness as his willing ass opened wide to accept the intruder. The shocks
waved deep inside and he gave himself up to the darkness. I shouldn't be enjoying
this.
Pic had skill, he decided, as the man took him up again and refused to let him
peak, squeezing the base of his cock, hard, to prevent his climax. He squirmed and
lifted his head to glare at him. "Damn you."
The Druik scum lifted his head from his shaft and smiled. Zandor shut his
eyes. Immediately the doctor began to drive the phallus deeper at every thrust.
Zandor crossed the line between heaven and hell this time, and loved it. His entire
body began to shudder and he opened his eyes to see Pic's radiant face.
"How's that feel? You've taken it all. I want to see your eyes. Look at me
Zandor, come for me," he crooned.
Pic stood between Zandor s legs and bent to swallow his cock.
Zandor's ears rang. Bring me off, you Druik scum. Stemming the wave of
revulsion for the little man, he bit down on his bottom lip, locking eyes with the
doctor. His balls pulled up tight as Pic sucked him harder; his climax came fast and
erupted like a volcano. He winced. Sharp pain shot through his balls as they drained
dry.
"Thank the Lady."
He moaned while Pic continued to pump the phallus, sending tremors
wracking through his body. He sighed in relief when Pic finally slipped it from his
ass. He lay back, exhausted. Pic wiped him down. Dear gods, my brain is going to
burst. Zandor shook his head regretfully; he had enjoyed this experience far too
much.
"You plan to untie me sometime soon, Pic?"
Pic jumped to comply.
I can use this adoration.
"I want a shower and the robe. I enjoyed this, Pic, but I don't give up anything
for nothing. I want out of the bloody cage; I am not an animal. Then, maybe, we can
make another date, just you and me again," he said and gave him a wink.
"You may have a shower and the robe. In the morning, I will arrange different
accommodation and a night with the Human as promised. We'll talk again soon." Pic
pulled on a bathrobe and led Zandor back to the bathroom.
"You would really like a one-on-one with me? Just the thought makes me
hard," Pic said, allowing his robe to fall open as he watched Zandor shower.
Zandor grinned toward the wall before he turned and lazily soaped his
genitals. "Every fantasy has its price, Pic. You know, if you let Thryll, the Human,
and me leave, we could make a permanent arrangement. Would you like to share a
Pride female with me, Pic? On the other hand, mayhap you can have me as your
very own sex slave. I've a place with everything you need, in the hills of Dryad."
"You tempt me beyond belief, Zandor. You would allow me to visit you
anytime?" Pic's eyes danced and he licked his lips, one hand closed around his now-
hard cock.
Gullible, stupid, puny little Druik, mused Zandor as he relaxed his well
soaped body against the tiles and let the stream of hot water rinse off the suds.
"Yeah . . . but not if you're planning to jerk off in front of me"
He bit his tongue to stop laughing at Pic's apologetic shrug and took the towel
he offered, finished drying himself and put on his robe. Leaning casually against the
doorframe, he waited while Pic called for the orderly to escort him back to his cage.
Zandor pushed his hands into the pockets of the robe, his stolen items clutched in
his hands. The laboratory sat in darkness, silent but for the snores of the Rams. Beth
had not returned to her cage. Zandor turned to the orderly.
"Where's the female?"
"She's entertaining the staff. Don't worry; you'll get your turn later." He
grinned, turned away and stalked from the room.
Zandor ground his teeth, his mind flashing images of Beth spread out beneath
a Ram. He shuddered, shook his head and curled up exhausted on the bench. Thryll
has trailed me here and entertained the doctors. He is a prisoner too. Now there are four of us
to escape. He glanced toward the empty cage that had held the faerie and shook his
head. Maybe only three.
Chapter Four
When Beth awoke, Thryll's arms were no longer around her. She lay within
the warm sheets and gazed out of the open doors. A deep feeling of loss flooded her
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