Page 2 of Golden Darkness

She moved smoothly until the gurney slowed and stopped suddenly.

Heat was next to her, and she whimpered. She had been cold for two years. It sucked that she was going to die that way.

She heard snuffling above her, and it moved down her body. When it got to her thighs, she muttered, “Hey. Eat me or fuck me, but pick one.”

It reared back and then chuckled. “You choose, pet.”

She muttered weakly, “Which one is faster?”

He let out a surprised huff and said, “They take about the same, but fucking you, I can do more than once.”

He was speaking high Hmrain, and she felt his hand moving over her above the wrap.

He opened the wrap and looked at her face.

She saw a huge head, gaunt cheekbones, a lot of Hmrain patterns on his forehead and huge canines.

He unwrapped her torso, and she acted. She lunged toward him and kissed him, her lips mashing against his. Her weak arms clutched his shoulders, and he brought a hand up to caress her head and smiled against her lips.

She shivered, and his tongue darted out to taste her. She tried to pull her head back, but his hand easily palmed her head and held her for him.

The kiss was so sweet her eyes teared up.

She reached out and grabbed his cock. Getting this over with was all she could think about. His kiss paused in surprise, and he lifted his head.

“What are you doing, pet?”

She gasped and didn’t make eye contact. “Trying to get it over with. Two years of fighting to end up here as your snack. I don’t even have enough strength to put up a fight. And if I can’t fight, I am not worth anything in my own opinion. I am no longer me.” She swallowed but felt her tears. “It’s time to go.”

He growled. “What if I can help you get your strength back?”

“How? They bragged about not feeding you.”

He moved, and the shadows around flared and shifted. “That is true, but it wasn’t physical food they deprived me of. They deprived me of the possibility of gaining psychic sustenance from those around me.”

“Oh.” She was humiliated that it was his hands holding her up.

“Remain here.” He eased her down to the gurney.

“I don’t have a fucking choice.”

He sighed. “I will get you something suitable, and we will get some fluids into you.”

She flinched.

His smile was soft. “Not that way. Not yet. I prefer lovers who don’t pass out when I am inside them.”

“Lover? I thought I was food.”

She lay back and tried to wrap herself in the tarp she had been dumped in.

He came back to her and crouched next to her. There were four large cylinders in his huge hands. He set them on the floor and eased her off the gurney.

“What? What are you doing?”

“You can’t drink lying down.”

He settled her against his shoulder and picked up a cylinder. He held it against her mouth and tipped it slightly. Something that was watery and fruity at the same time.

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