Page 18 of Devil's Night

I moaned as he parted my folds with the reverence of one unwrapping a precious gift. The cool air of the room was a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from his breath, and I felt myself growing slick with need.

Sargon’s eyes flicked back up to meet mine, the desire in them mirroring my own. “May I?” he asked, the question a mere formality; we both knew the answer.

“Yes,” I begged, the word a desperate entreaty. “Please, Sargon.”

With a final, lingering look that promised worlds of pleasure, he lowered his head and tasted me fully.

His tongue was a marvel, a decadent combination of softness and skill that had me arching off the bed within moments. He explored me with a thoroughness that bordered on obsessive, each lick and suck and nibble sending me higher and higher until I was teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

I fisted my hands in his hair, the strands slipping through my fingers as I writhed beneath the exquisite onslaught. My breath came in sharp, ragged pants, every muscle in me coiling tight with the impending release.

“Sargon, I’m… I’m close,” I managed to pant out, as the sensations built within me, a tidal wave of ecstasy that threatened to overwhelm me. I could feel the pressure growing, a tight coil of pleasure winding ever tighter in my core. Sargon’s hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he drove me relentlessly toward release.

And then, with a final, devastating swirl of his tongue, the coil snapped. I arched off the bed, a wordless cry torn from my throat as the orgasm washed over me in wave after wave of sheer, mind-blowing bliss.

SARGON

Iheld Nicole close as the aftershocks of her orgasm faded. Her skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, and I breathed in the intoxicating scent of her desire mixed with my own musk. It was a heady aroma that stirred something deep within me.

At that moment, everything became clear. She was my mate - the one whose very existence made my blood sing with a fierce, possessive hunger. Every part of me yearned to claim her fully, to make her mine in every sense of the word.

But I couldn’t.

As much as it pained me, I knew our union could never truly last. I was a Vinduthi bounty hunter trapped out of my own time, while she was a human female from the year 2024. Even if we found a way to escape this twisted maze, I would eventually have to return to my era where her kind were regarded as little more than lowly vermin.

The thought of subjecting her to such indignity, of stripping away her vibrant spirit, was unacceptable. She deserved better than the cruel fate that awaited humans in my world.

Nicole stirred in my embrace, her hazel eyes finding mine with a look of unguarded vulnerability. “Don’t you want to… you know… do more?” she asked hesitantly.

Forcing a smile, I brushed a stray lock of auburn hair from her face. “I’ll save my treat for later,” I replied, my voice rougher than intended. “For now, we need to focus on finding our way out of here.”

As I carefully helped redress her, my thoughts raced with possibilities on how to let her go once we escaped this nightmarish realm. It would be agony to walk away from her, but it was the only merciful choice.

“Blindly wandering isn’t going to work,” I said once she was decent again. “We need a better plan.”

Nicole glanced around the dimly lit chamber, her eyes settling on the shattered remains of one of the constructs I’d destroyed earlier. “How do those things keep finding us?” she wondered aloud, crossing over to examine the debris.

“They must have some sort of control chip guiding them,” I surmised, joining her. Upon further inspection, I could see the remnants of intricate circuitry amidst the shattered bones and tarnished metal.

“Which means they can navigate this maze without getting lost,” Nicole realized, her voice taking on an excited edge.

I felt a swell of pride at her quick deduction. “Brilliant,” I murmured, already sifting through the pieces in search of an intact control chip.

Nicole watched me work for a few moments before joining the search, carefully picking through the wreckage and passing me anything that looked promising. I marveled at her bravery and intelligence as we worked in silent tandem.

At last, after what felt like an eternity of meticulous reassembly, I managed to salvage enough components to construct a working control chip. Pausing, I studied Nicole’s features - the determined set of her jaw, the focused wrinkle of her brow, the slight upturn of her nose dusted with faint freckles. She was captivating.

“I think I have enough charge left in my plasma blade to reverse the tracking on this chip,” I said, snapping myself from my reverie.

True to my word, I recalibrated the intricate circuitry with practiced ease, redirecting the chip’s homing signal. From the fragments, I then assembled a small form, then held up the small construct I’d assembled, studying it with a critical eye.

It was a bit taller than my palm, vaguely reptilian in shape with spindly limbs and a skull-like head. Flecks of exposed wiring and metallic joints gave it an unsettling, otherworldly appearance.

Turning it over in my hands, I felt a twinge of unease. Would Nicole be frightened by this macabre little creation? For all her bravery, she was still a soft, delicate human easily unsettled by the harsh realities I took for granted.

The thought of her recoiling in terror from something I’d made caused an unexpected pang in my chest. I pushed the feeling aside, steeling my resolve. This was no time for such weakness. The construct was a tool, nothing more - a means to an end that could guide us to our escape.

“Nicole,” I called out, turning to face her. She looked up at me with those captivating hazel eyes, full of curiosity and trust. It simultaneously warmed and pained me. “I’ve fashioned a way to help us navigate, but you may find its appearance disturbing.”

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