Too bad.She’d savor this session, extract every bit of his essence and enjoy the high that came with the fucking.Such a beautiful creature.Perfect of face and form.
Faint vibrations thrummed beneath her feet and danced in the air, alerting her to the fact Betrys was delivering the man to the main web.Excitement pulsed in rhythm with her rapid central valve, and fangs sprang to prominence in her mouth.
She hadn’t looked forward to a feeding so much for eons.
Her in-home com buzzed.
“Yes?”Iseult barked.
“The man is ready for you,” her maidservant said.
“Perfect.I am very pleased with your latest procurement.You may take tomorrow off and visit with your son.”
A faint gasp rippled from the com, and Iseult’s lips curled into a benevolent smile.She was a reasonable being after all.
“Thank you, mistress.”
“Make sure you are back by fall of dark to carry out your duties.”
“Yes, mistress.”
Her maidservant’s smooth voice never faltered or changed in register, but if Iseult troubled herself to pull up the screen for her private cameras, she was certain she’d spot the woman’s distaste.A melodic laugh spilled free at the thought.Her maidservant disliked many of her duties, but she performed them anyway because Iseult had custody of the woman’s young son.
A cute wee thing, and much prettier than his mother.
Iseult had told Betrys she would release her son, and they could be together again.Her maidservant believed her words when her intentions were quite different.The child would make a tasty snack with more years of seasoning.Oh yes.While it was true the Spiderus race could not lie and always spoke the truth, they were canny enough to leave out pertinent facts.Those not of the Spiderus race did not comprehend the subtleties of the game.
Iseult let out another delighted chuckle and sauntered to the looking glass to check her appearance.She picked up a jeweled comb to place in her dark locks before replacing it on her dresser.No, the decorative comb would be too much and would clash with the colors of a well-fed Spiderus pulsing across her torso.An unusual occurrence but very exciting since it meant she was capable of breeding.
“Despite what my clan thinks,” she murmured.“A child.”
Smiling with satisfaction, she pursed her lips and blew a kiss at her reflection.She plucked her favorite flogger off the corner of her sleep-bed and strolled from the room.
Time for dinner.
Chapter Three
Leostoodinthecenter of the round room, in the exact position Betrys had instructed him to wait, and every muscle in his body urged him to flee.Thing was he suspected his legs would fail to hold him upright long enough for an escape.Apart from last night, when he’d dreamed of fucking the mousy Betrys, the white-covered walls, the floors of this room, they featured in his nightmares—colorless except for his vivid red blood.
“Why hello, pretty,” a sultry voice said from the doorway.
Leo sucked in a harsh breath.
Too late.Too late.Too late to run now.
Footsteps—small, sharp clicks against the tiled floor—stiffened his spine.Then came the slap of a flogger against the flesh of her hand—her warm-up tool.Leo swallowed, the sound audible, and her seductive chuckle confirmed she’d heard, noted his fear and gloried in his distress.
The flogger sounded again.
Slap.Slap.Slap, against her palm.
Then silence fell, apart from the click of her heels as she circled him, her gaze a slow slide of friction across every inch of his skin.To his horror and disgust, his cock started filling.
“You have healed well,” she crooned.“Much better than the others.”
Still, Leo kept his eyes closed, not wanting to see the beautiful face, the one that covered the depraved woman beneath the slick surface.
The flogger whistled through the air, theslap, slap, slapagainst her palm harder now, as if in displeasure.Leo was certain he knew what had disturbed the woman.His bald head.
