Page 30 of Forced to Mate By the Mad Scientist

Now it was as though she’d never had the vibrator used on her at all. Her pussy felt soft and extremely sensitive but in a good way. She could feel every soft stroke of Kross’s tongue as he made love to her with his mouth and she couldn’t help loving the tender way he was tasting her. It was as though she could feel his emotions through his actions—the way he treated her madeher feel that he cared, that he wanted to protect and treasure her always.

She slid her fingers into his long silver hair again as he sucked her clit into his mouth and began to trace it over and over with the tip of his tongue. At the same time, two long, strong fingers slipped lower, into her pussy. Sylvie moaned as he began to rub inside her, concentrating on her inner wall, finding a spot she hadn’t even known she had that brought intense pleasure.

Oh my God—is that my G spot?

If so, Kross knew exactly how to treat it. The fucking she’d taken from the silver droid had been rough and harsh. The massage he was giving her now was healing, but no less intense for all that. Sylvie felt the pleasure flowing through her as yet another orgasm began to build.

But if the orgasms she’d had with the droid had been a tidal wave, the one Kross was coaxing from her was more like a slow, gentle swell. When her pleasure peaked, Sylvie felt as though pure light and healing were pouring through her.

“Kross!” she moaned, arching her back and gripping his hair tighter as she bucked her hips up to meet his mouth. “Oh, Kross—yes…yes!”

He growled hungrily and kept licking as his long fingers continued their internal massage. The pleasure swelled to its highest point…and then Sylvie collapsed, panting on the bed.

Kross stopped when she stopped pulling his hair. He gave her one last kiss on the top of her mound and then climbed back on the bed and gathered her into his arms.

Sylvie came to him willingly, pressing her face to his broad chest and breathing him in. His warm, masculine scent which had irritated her previously because he smelled too damn good, now seemed just right. She breathed him in and felt tears pricking at her eyes.

Before she could stop herself, she started crying.

“Hey baby, are you all right? What’s wrong?” Kross asked anxiously. He ducked his head to get a better look at her face. “What is it?”

“I…I don’t know,” Sylvie sobbed. “I just…that was…it was sointense.”

More intense, even than the orgasms she’d had from the droid. Maybe it was because the droid was a cold, dead thing that had forced her pleasure. But with Kross it was different—she could feel how much he cared for her with every gentle touch. And he hadn’t just given her pleasure—he had healed her and now he was holding her and making her feel safe for the first time since they’d been captured.

Her big Protector held her close, rubbing his big, warm hands up and down her trembling back and shoulders. He murmured soothing nothings into her ear, telling her everything would be all right and that she was going to be okay. Sylvie breathed in his warm, masculine scent and pressed herself against him, completely undone by the intense emotions and sensations of the past hour.

At last her tears slowed to a trickle and she was able to look up at him.

“You feeling better now, Princess?” he asked softly, looking down to meet her gaze.

“I think so.” Sylvie sniffed and swiped at her eyes. “Sorry I cried all over you. I don’t…don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s been a rough couple of days—that’s what came over you,” he murmured. Stroking a strand of hair out of her eyes, he leaned down and kissed her forehead. “It’s okay to cry if you need to.”

“Thanks.” Sylvie sniffed again and then buried her face in the side of his neck. “We have to get out of here,” she breathed.

She could feel Kross’s big body stiffen at her words. Clearly he hadn’t expected her to switch gears so quickly. Sylvie hadn’texpected to, either. But it occurred to her that they couldn’t go on like this, subject to every whim of a mad scientist who took sadistic pleasure in their pain and wanted to perform crazy experiments on them. She definitely didn’t want her breasts blowing up like balloons again!

“I mean it, we need to escape,” she murmured, keeping her voice so low that only he could hear her.

“Don’t know if that’s possible, baby,” he murmured back, his deep voice so soft she could barely hear it. “Might be too dangerous.”

“Not any more dangerous than staying here and getting experimented on,” Sylvie argued softly. “They don’t even have a lock on the women’s prison—they think we’re all too afraid to try and get away.”

“I don’t think they have a lock on this door either, but theydohave that button on the far wall that you push to take down the pain walls around my area,” he breathed.

“Good—so I could sneak out in the middle of the night and come set you free,” Sylvie whispered. She kept her face close to his neck, pretending like Kross was still just comforting her.

“I don’t know if we should risk it,” he objected. “The Mother Ship should send someone to look for us in a few days.”

“We might not have a few days—and they might never find us. You heard Barbarous—they have shields to hide the compound from the sky. We need to get out of here and get back to the shuttle so we can escape!”

Kross seemed about to say something else but at that moment, the door opened again and three treetures stepped in. One of them, Sylvie saw, was holding Kross’s blaster. She wished fiercely that she hadn’t been stripped of her own pack when she’d been taken—there was a blaster at the bottom of it that would really have come in handy.

“The girl leaves now,” the treeture with the blaster said, waving it at Sylvie.

“No!” Kross rolled over, shielding Sylvie with his big body and glared at the tree men. “No—leave her here.”

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