Page 41 of Kidnapped By the Beast
“No. That would be impossible. I cannot allow?—”
“It is medically necessary,” Dr. Too-loo said firmly, interrupting. “Seed contains nutrients that help stabilize her system. Without it, she will struggle to balance. The Bacillus is demanding only what her body requires.”
T’linga giggled from her place at his side, her lavender cheeks flushing dark purple.
“Oh, it’s true. After a milking, sometimes I feel it so strongly I can’t stop myself. My mouth waters for Dr. TOo-loo—I just need him. I kneel between his thighs and suck his cock until I’ve swallowed every drop. Sometimes twice.”
“She does.” Dr. TOo-loo nodded.
T’linga’s upper eyes blinked shyly while her lower eyes gleamed with mischief.
“I take him deep—so deep my throat stretches around him,” she confessed. “I lick and suck until he groans…until he spills hot and thick down my throat. And even then, I keep going, milking him with my mouth until my belly is heavy with his seed.” She licked her lips, her four eyes shining. “Only then does the ache ease. Only then do I feel full.”
Dr. Too-loo chuckled indulgently, one purple hand caressing her shoulder.
“And she is very skilled at it, my Prime Milker. Sometimes she wakes me in the night, hungry for me, sliding her lips down my cock until I spill into her eager mouth. She swallows me greedily, humming with pleasure while I empty myself into her. The Bacillus makes her insatiable.”
T’linga gave him an adoring look and giggled again.
“I just love the taste of him. Salty and strong, but sweet at the end. I suck him until he can’t give me anymore, until I’ve drained him completely.”
Dr. TOo-loo laughed, clearly pleased.
“Yes, she has nearly sucked me senseless more than once. And yet, it feels glorious. Her mouth so warm and tight…her tongue worshiping me while she gulps down my seed. There is no better treatment for a female depleted from milking. It is both pleasurable and effective.”
Brandt’s gut twisted, heat surging low in his belly. He couldn’t help imagining Alexandra on her knees before him, her lips wrapped around his cock, her throat swallowing him down greedily the way T’linga described. He pictured her green eyes half-lidded with pleasure as she took him deep, her soft moans vibrating along his shaft as she sucked him until he spilled…
He nearly groaned aloud, his cock throbbing against his trousers.
No. I won’t allow it. She cannot—she must not—be put in that position.
“Enough,” he growled, more to himself than Dr. TOo-loo and T’linga. He bent and carefully unhooked the suction cups from Alexandra’s swollen nipples.
She moaned softly, her breasts quivering, a final drop of nectar falling from one nipple before they released.
Gathering her into his arms, Brandt held her close against his chest. She was warm and limp, her head lolling on his shoulder. His protective instincts roared, drowning out everything else.
“Where is this care room?” he demanded.
“This way,” T’linga said, nodding at a door on the far side of the lab. It slid open silently at her touch and Brandt carried Alexandra inside.
The care room was a different world from the clinical brightness of the lab.
The first thing Brandt noticed was the scent—sweet and earthy, like crushed herbs and wildflowers. A massive couch dominated the space, overstuffed and covered in thick blue moss that gave under his touch, releasing a soothing fragrance.
The walls were curved and organic, studded with glowing pods that gave off a gentle light. A small crystalline cold unit hummed softly in the corner, its shelves stocked with chilled, glowing drinks. On a table sat bowls of small fruits, glistening with juice, their skins releasing sweet perfume into the air.
Brandt lowered himself onto the couch, cradling Alexandra in his lap. She stirred faintly, her hair brushing his bare chest, long brown strands tumbling over his arm like silk. He stroked them back gently, unable to resist.
So beautiful. Too beautiful. I don’t deserve to hold her like this.
But he couldn’t bear to put her down.
He tipped his head back, closing his eyes for a moment. He could still see her on the table, her pussy stretched around the alien toy, her moans filling the room as nectar gushed from her breasts. He had nearly lost himself, nearly forgotten his oath and ripped the damn thing out of her to replace it with his own shaft.
His cock throbbed hard against his trousers, insistent and hungry at the thought.
Gods…what would it feel like if it had been me inside her? If she clenched around my cock that way—tight and wet and desperate? Would she scream my name? Would she milk me as thoroughly as she milked that toy?
