Page 5 of Fresh Flesh

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Maisie

Lurg,Mlarx, and Joras of course don't turn up any more escaped humans. I told them I was the only one, of course, but I can’t blame them for not believing me.

“You gave her food, didn’t you?” Mlarx says with a frown as he looks at me.

“I did. No point in her dropping dead before we get her back to the Valley.”

I can hear the capital V on the word valley. I wonder which valley he meant? I sincerely hope that it doesn’t turn out to be Death Valley.

Mlarx nods as if that explains everything. Joras looks at me and then at his leader.

“Protocol demands she be searched and then put in restraints for the trip.”

Lurg considers this for a moment, and then shrugs.

“He is correct. Take care of it, Joras. Mlarx and I will go and bring the transport around.”

Lurg and Mlarx make their way out of the copse of trees and out of sight, presumably to find their transport. That leases me with Joras. I can already tell he is the most dour and taciturn among them. A stickler for the law, and sure to be a tough nut to crack.

Joras drags me to my feet by my hair and throws me up against a tree. I can’t help myself. I thrust my bottom out toward him in a way I hope he finds enticing.

Joras pauses, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. I look over my shoulder at him and bat my eyes.

“Like this, sir? I want to obey you. I’ll do whatever you want me to.”

He grunts, and goes to search me. Not like a cop or a security agent at the old airports. No, he’s thorough with a capital T. He stares at my arms, even though they are uncovered, and slides his palms down my skin. I gasp at his touch. I love the feel of his warm, smooth scales against my skin.

He gets to my shoulders, and his hands slide around in front. Joras’ hands grasp my breasts and knead them. I cry out as he lifts them up, presumably looking for weapons but I’m pretty sure he’s just having fun at this point.

For that matter, so am I.

I thrust my bottom out and rub it against his crotch. Joras growls.

“What are you doing?” he demands.

“Does this not feel good for you, sir?” I ask sweetly. “Because it feels good to me.”

He grabs my shoulder and spins me around to face him.

“I am not so easy going as Lurg,” he snarls, his face an inch from my own. “You will not be able to tempt me so easily.”

I’m not so sure about that. I really don’t want to end up a steak on his plate, so I have to do my best to seduce him.

“Whoever said I was going to give up easily?” I say sweetly. I reach down and stroke the growing lump in his crotch. He gasps, but doesn’t tell me to stop.

Joras grabs hold of my hair and pushes me down to my knees again. I’m spending a lot of time down here, but that’s okay. I know what he wants. And this time, it’s not a carrot I’m going to put in my mouth…

I undo his fly and fish around until I drag his thick cock out into view. My eyes widen at its exotic, yet familiar shape. I think it would feel very good inside of my pussy. But for now, I need to show Joras that I’m worth a lot more than just a quick meal.

I lick the end of his cock, slithering my tongue all over it and rolling my gaze up to meet his own. Joras groans, his eyes squeezing shut. Yeah, just like I thought. It’s always the guys who seem like prudes that are the most sensual.

I take more of his cock inside of my mouth, fighting my gag reflex as I strive to please him. I pump my head up and down on his member, feeling it grow hard as a rock inside of my mouth.

Joras cries out, his hand tightening its grip on my hair. He cums inside of me in a sudden torrent. I try to swallow it, but it was too much, too sudden. His cock comes out of my mouth and continues to spurt, getting some of his cum on my face and chest.

I look up at him and smile through the glistening moisture.

“Oops,” I say.

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