Page 21 of The Syphon King

Her words stole his mind and breath as he slid his finger into her body, anothergrowl rolling through him. “Jah-mee-lah,” he said in awe.

“Yes,” she moaned, reaching for more with her hips.

“My Obsession is so hungry.” He went all the way to the very bottom, earning her lusty mouth on his neck as she pushed into his unbearably hard cock. “Zeen,” he breathed, feeling her lips and tongue on him, tugging and pinching sweetly along the door of his surrender. “You are tasting me.”

She moved her hot mouth to his ear. “Make love to me Zodak,” she pled. “You don’t have to look at me.”

Make love. The foreign term put his powers in a spin while he explored her heavenly depths, eyeing the little gem between her folds with a wicked lust. The need to engage his taste had him on his knees before her and opening her wide.

“Zodak!” she shot out, grabbing hold of his head as he lifted her bottom and lowered to her boiling treasure.

“Zeen,” he said astonished as he traced along the silk of her womanhood with a precise lick. Her taste and scent were otherworldly and turned his neurons into shooting stars that lit him up. He greedily absorbed the miracle and hid it in the deepest part of himself.

“Zodak!” she cried when he licked her gem with the tip of his tongue, the metal sensor amplifying her pleasure.

He gripped her perfect bottom tightly in his hands and lashed at her hot flesh, every erotic sound making him desperate for all of her. His breath blasted through his lungs as he jerked her against his mouth and thrust his tongue deep inside, wanting to consume her.

“Yes!” she panted, raking fire along the biosensors in his scalp’s ink. The explosion of sensation brought the tips of his fingers digging into her plump muscle. “Zodak, don’t stop, oh please.”

Her begs called more power, vicious and hungrier as he returned to her clit. He drew it into a milking suck that broke the dam holding back a most intense pleasure. It moved through her, its violent energy a lightning through her atoms. The erotic storm brought her nails piercing his scalp sensors. His defense mechanism triggered and turned his teeth into weapons. He jerked his head away from her, meeting the softness of her inner thigh. His lust opened wide, and he filled his mouth with her flesh then released upon her scream.

He stood, his breaths full-on growls as he stared down at her, his prey he needed to consume. “Forgive me,” he shot out, hurrying away before he consumed every bit of her.

CHAPTER FIVE

Zodak realized his library wasn’t far enough from her and headed to Nidev’s office.

He stopped in his tracks. He needed to go back for his phone. He turned around then paused again. No. He couldn’t be near her until he found out what was going on.

Seer. He had to call him.

“Is King Nidev available?” he asked the secretary upon entering his office.

“He’s in a meeting with the other Kings in the Sanctum.”

“Regarding?” he wondered.

“King Rukem’s sleepwalking episode.”

Sleepwalking. “When did this happen?”

“Last night.”

He lowered his head, thinking. Why didn’t Nidev tell him about this earlier when they talked? “Thank you,” he said, hurrying out to get that answer.

Rukem sleepwalking and him malfunctioning. Coincidence, or the coins? Were they to affect him too? The girl drew him and Seer across all the images which seemed to give him the answer.

He quietly let himself into the Sanctum, hoping to obtain information before being seen.

“Brother,” Nidev called, as Zodak took a seat next to the main floor. “Glad you could join us. We’re discussing possible reasons for Rukem’s sleepwalking. I would’ve informed you earlier, but you had weightier matters to attend and didn’t want to burden you until we had more details.”

“Understood,” he said. “Anything discovered yet?”

“As with such events, he has no memory of performing things.”

Zodak wondered, “What things is he performing?”

“He created an entire program in the Dreamscape that we cannot unlock, only observe as he builds.”

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