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I seem to plateau. Just when I thought I was going to tip over the edge, I ride the crest with nothing to push me over, and I become needy and desperate.

“God, Brannock, I need more. I want to come, but I can’t,” I whine as I feel tears well in my eyes, the unreached pleasure causing me to ache.

His thrusts speed up, becoming harder and more demanding, somewhat animalistic. “Going to fucking breed you,” he growls, and his eyes turn pitch black while his features become sharper.

“Yes, yes, breed me,” I plead, desperate for something, anything, that’s going to push me over, my body caught on that fine line of pain and pleasure, tipping over to uncomfortable now.

“Are you ready?” He comes back to his senses and checks, and I nod, not even caring that this is about to hurt. I already ache something fierce.

“Come, Brannock. Come inside me now,” I beg, and he roars. I stiffen as his barbs activate, and the minute they pierce the walls of my channel, fire rips through my body. I scream, the pain like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

I push him away, desperate to do anything to stop this, but he wraps his arms around me and pins me against the rock, thrusting in and out and tearing my pussy to shreds. Just as I think I’m going to pass out, that fiery pain turns to a pleasant burn, and it’s like I’m injected with a hit of ecstasy and my body starts to roll. Mind-numbing pain turns to intense pleasure, and my screams become moans.

“Oh yes, oh my god, yes!” My mind and body become weightless, and I fly to the sky with the most intense sensations I’ve ever felt. This isn’t an orgasm, this is like an acid trip to heaven. Every long stroke of his cock seems to inject more toxin, and my pussy eats it up like it’s crack before he stills, and I feel his cum flood my inner walls, coating them. I can almost feel it seeping into the long channels his barbs have torn into the flesh lining my pussy.

“Oh my god,” I mutter as I close my eyes and just float. I hear him muttering words of praise, but they sound far off and warped. I tried ecstasy once, and this is nothing like that. It’s better, and I don’t think I ever want to come down.

Ghosie

Earlier

Laser bullets fly all around me. I duck and take out the two Nelecs in the trees above the dragon and me before looking at the warlock, who is wrapped up. Lila is trying to untangle him, but I know it isn’t going to work. Nelec web is one of the toughest substances in the galaxy. Every little piece she manages to remove grows back stronger. The only way to untangle him is for me to disrupt it and drag him out.

I watch as Brannock tries to get Lila to move, and she stubbornly refuses. Cursing drags my attention to the front of the fight. Zeydan is down too. Both of our most powerful players were taken out. We need them back in the fight if we are going to win this, and only I can help with that.

I hurry over to them. “Go, I’ve got this,” I shout at them. “Lead them away, and I’ll make sure the warlock and god are safe.”

They pause for a split second, exchanging a glance, but I see the moment they decide to trust me. They race to join the others, the dragon also leaving my side to follow.

“We need to move. We need to draw them away from Xavier and Zeydan so Ghosie can do his thing,” Brannock shouts at Saxon, who is quick to follow his lead. He takes off, drawing the Madovians away. The cat and snake change course and follow, and it works—the temptation to chase too much for the Madovians. They follow the rest of my friends, taking the green circle of protection with them.

I breathe a sigh of relief, looking around to make sure all the Nelecs and Madovians left behind are actually dead. I don’t want any of them sneaking up behind me while I’m trying to free the other two.

I take a moment to use my gun on them, putting a couple of shots in each head and body just to make sure nothing is going to leap up and attack us, then I shove my guns back into my leathers and approach Xavier. His eyes are wide, but he’s still unable to move, the web causing his body to become numb. The sounds of the fight fade into the distance, leaving the surrounding forest eerily quiet.

I crouch down next to the warlock. “We have to be quick. We don’t want the trees to start draining you of your life force,” I tell him as I watch a root start to snake out from the closest one. “This is going to be a little uncomfortable for you because I need to touch you, and my fur is going to make you happy to see me,” I tell him, slightly ashamed, but there’s nothing I can do about that now.

It’s fine, just get me out of here. We need to catch up with the others.

I blink in surprise at hearing his voice, but I really shouldn’t be surprised since he’s a warlock.

My hands start to vibrate, my matter disruption powers causing them to blur and pass through the sticky web, wrapping around the warlock’s body. I need to be careful, I need to use the same power on his body to make his matter disrupt enough to pass back through the web without breaking apart. I watch as his body starts to vibrate, and his eyes roll back in his head. I hear him groan in discomfort as his body reaches the right frequency, and then I drag him through the web, the sticky substance passing harmlessly through his disrupted form.

I drag him forward so he isn’t caught in it again and allow my powers to sink away from him. His body reforms in front of me before I remove my hands. He stumbles a little, the numbing feeling fading instantly. He clenches his hands, and his jaw is tight. I reach out to steady him.

“No!” he shouts, holding up his hands and stumbling back from me. Hurt stabs at my chest, and I guess he must feel it, because when he looks up, his eyes are foggy.

“Whoa, no. Thank you, but I was fighting my need to rub my body against yours. If you touched me again, I would have succumbed and climbed you like a tree,” he rasps as I see him impressively fight off the effect of my fur. “Although I reserve the right to try this again, now is not the time.”

I chuckle and leave him to recover as I move over to do the same thing to the god. When I get to him, I drop to my knees, and a wave of panic rushes over me. There are three tree roots wrapped around his legs, and they are pulsing. I can literally see them sucking the power out of Zeydan, his fox form fading in color before my very eyes.

“Whoa.” Xavier approaches me. “Those trees are no joke.” He reaches out to grab one to rip it off the god, but I hold up my hand.

“Stop. It’s probably better that we don’t touch them either,” I tell him, pulling out one of my guns and checking the charge. It’s half full, so I aim it at the tree root farther back so I won’t risk hitting Lila’s future mate. I think harming a god is probably bad for one’s own karma as well. Carevasta bears used to worship the old gods, but Markit, the god of air, was our patron god. Regardless, I want to stay on his good side if I have hope of exploring what Lila and I could possibly have.

The sound of the laser firing is a sharp ping in the air, and it hits the first tree root, severing it. It lets out a piercing sound, almost like a scream, before it slithers back toward the tree it came from. The remaining part around the fox’s leg shrivels up and falls off, turning to that black dust the minute it hits the ground. Thankful it was successful, I make quick work of the other two roots, watching as they both react the same way. I pass my gun back to Xavier before reaching for the god. He’s unconscious, so I can’t apologize for the effect of my fur. Then again, I don’t know if it will affect him. His body blurs, and I drag him through the surrounding web, his much thicker than the one that had been around the warlock. I’m assuming more than one Nelec attacked him.

When he’s clear, I lay him down on the ground. “What are we going to do with him? We can’t leave him here without any protection, the trees would be on him again in no time.”

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