Page 7 of Victoria's Discovery

Eyes wide with indecision, she glanced across the aisle at Angry Guy.

Why she looked to him, she had no idea. It wasn’t like he could help, and the chances he had experience with a similar situation were slim to none. Hell, she’d probably have better luck looking to the other human women for help.

A quick peek over at the cells in her aisle completely rid her of that notion.

None of the other humans were paying her any attention with the exception of the occasional glance of mixed fear and relief that they weren’t the ones locked in with giants.

As unhelpful as that was, Victoria understood and was positive she’d feel the same way if their positions were reversed.

On the plus side, most had gotten past the screaming stage and were at either the blank-with-shock stage or the frantic-escape-attempt stage which meant the animals near them were calming down, as well.

Victoria looked back at Angry. When he saw that she was staring at him, he grimaced slightly. His gaze bounced from her, to the giant holding her, and back again.

Grumpy chose that moment to begin pounding his fists on the walls, startling a yelp out of her and prompting Cuddly to tuck her tighter to his chest.

Swallowing hard, she gave Angry a scared look. In answer, he made a patting motion with his hands.

Stay down? How the fuck does that help? I can’tgetdown!

At the incredulous look she gave him, he pulled a face and mimed rocking a baby then nodded decisively.

Oh. Keep pretending.

She bit her lip, hesitating, but reluctantly returned his nod. She still didn’t know why she was taking his advice. He just seemed… capable, like the kind of person who knew what to do in weird ass situations. Besides, it wasn’t like she was coming up with a better plan.

Sighing quietly, she went back to staring warily up at the one holding her, watching as he and Grumpy spoke back and forth. She thought it was pretty clear they were trying to figure out what happened, how they ended up here, and how the hell they were going to get out.

You and me both, Mister.

Victoria genuinely hoped they found a way out. She hadn’t seen anything promising, but she also hadn’t had time to fully leave the panic stage before her abductors hit her with the knockout hose.

After a few minutes of them talking back and forth, the one holding her sighed in a way that struck her as both deeply troubled and a little annoyed with Grumpy who hadn’t given up on breaking the walls. Hell, if she were his size, she’d keep trying too.

Shaking his head, Cuddly took two steps—closing the distance to the wall ten feet away—then turned and slid down until he was seated with his legs crossed.

Victoria’s heart began racing as soon as he started moving, but she tried her damndest to stay calm as he blindly arranged her so that she was cradled in his lap, not wanting to give him any reason to look down at her.

Thankfully, he was still focused on what was around them instead of her. His gaze kept moving, assessing, but after a couple of minutes, he started absentmindedly petting her hair with the hand that had been holding her legs, keeping the other around her shoulders to support her top half.

The surreality of the entire scenario in which she found herself—everything from the abduction, the throat monkeys, the hot green alien, and the giant now holding her like a child—hit her all at once and had a hysterical giggle trying to bubble out of her mouth. She swallowed it back before it escaped, but come on, this had to be the most bizarre situation anyone had ever been in, in the history of ever.

Without looking, Cuddly started smoothing her hair back from her face, combing his fingers through it to work out her tangles. Victoria couldn’t quite tell if it was more to soothe her or himself but suspected both.

Usually, she loved having her hair played with, but at that moment her focus was split between anxiety that he was going to look down at her now-uncovered face and see that she definitely wasn’t a child and wanting to adjust to a more comfortable position. The guy had to have some kind of club or something she hadn’t noticed affixed to his belt. The way he’d positioned her on his lap meant it was pressing uncomfortably into her ass cheek.

It took about two seconds of focusing on the discomfort before it clicked that it wasn’t a club.

It was his cock.

It was a damn good thing he was so preoccupied, or he would’ve caught the look on her face when she realized what the fucking log against her ass was and the gig would’ve been up.

What the fuck?! That thing’s gotta be the size of a fucking baseball bat!

She tried, but Victoria couldn’t quite stop the choked sound that burbled out.

When he started to look down at her, she quickly hid her face against his chest. In response to what he probably thought was fear, he made a soft shushing sound and readjusted her, so she was chest to stomach with him, tucking her legs against his side and cradling the back of her head.

That moved her off his oversized cock, but it also meant her breasts came way too close to pushing into his stomach. Swallowing a gasp, she arched her back outward and tilted her head down just far enough that she could look across the aisle to give Angry anoh shitlook.

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