Page 26 of Kidnapped By the Beast
This is for science. For her health. Nothing more, he told himself, trying to excuse it.
But when she looked up at him with wide, uncertain eyes, her lips trembling, his resolve weakened. She was flushed…restless and her thighs were pressed together as though to hide the ache between them. Every tiny movement of her body spoke of need—of a desperate sexual hunger. The poor little human was starving to death and he had given her nothing but crumbs.
Her voice, breathless and uncertain, broke into his thoughts.
“Are…are you going to suck me again? I mean, suck my nipples?”
“Yes.” His tone was low and steady, though his heart hammered in his chest. “I think I should. Let’s see how your nectar production is coming along.”
He bent over her, closing his lips around one tight peak, sucking deep. Her taste filled his mouth instantly—sweet and rich as the nectar flowed. Alexandra cried out, her back arching, her hands flying up to grip his shoulders. Nectar gushed against his tongue, delicious and warm and sweet as honey.
He swallowed, licking her nipple with a slow drag of his tongue before pulling back.
“Good. You’re producing well. By morning you should be ready to be milked.”
“By morning?” She squirmed, her breasts quivering with each breath. “But I can’t wait…I mean…I’m hurting now.”
Brandt frowned, watching her shift on the mossy mattress.
“Hurting where, little Lexi?”
Her cheeks flamed. She moved her hips, thighs parting slightly.
“Here,” she whispered, so softly he almost didn’t catch it.
Heat stirred low in Brandt’s groin. He lowered himself to his knees between her thighs.
“Is your soft little pussy in pain, Alexandra? Do you need me to examine you again?” he murmured.
Her blush deepened, but she nodded.
“I…I think so.”
“All right,” he said gently. “Part your thighs for me. Let me see you.”
She trembled but obeyed, spreading herself open and Brandt allowed his gaze to drop, drinking her in.
Her folds glistened with her own juices, swollen and needy. Her little pussy was so ripe for fucking it made him ache.
His cock throbbed, straining against his trousers.
She’s perfect. So wet…so ready for me.
He reached out, but she flinched away before he could touch her.
“Wait! I…I tried to touch myself earlier,” she admitted, shame flooding her cheeks with pink. “But it hurt so much. I…I think I’m too sensitive.”
“I see.” Brandt nodded. Poor little Elite. This was his fault—he had left her too long. He should have checked her more thoroughly before going to bed.
“What’s wrong with me?” she asked in a small voice and her green eyes were suspiciously bright. “Is it something to do with the Bacillus Aurum?”
“I’m afraid so.” Brandt nodded again. “You see, in some cases it causes a woman to need a male’s touch in order to come and to express her nectar—that is the origin of the Terian milking culture.”
“It is?” she asked, her eyes wide.
“It is,” he affirmed. “I think what you need right now is a release from a male—from your Master. And since I’m the only one who has handled your body since we came here, it makes sense your body would respond to me in that way. Here—let me try something.”
He lifted two fingers to his lips, sucking them slowly and deliberately, before lowering them to her again. “Open for me, little Lexi,” he murmured. “Let me try to help you.”
