“I don’t think so.” Bobbi raised her chin. “Dragon’s never going to give me up. He’s Claimed me as his own—he even told your mom that he was planning to keep me.”
“That’s what he thinks,” Zerlix hissed, his forked tongue slithering out on the last word. “But mark my words, little female, before the end of the feast tonight, he will give you to me of his own free will. And what’s more, you will be eager to come to me—eager to let me fuck you—spike you.”
“In your dreams,” Bobbi scoffed. “You disgust me, Zerlix—I’ll never be yours.” The door was right behind her now—she only needed a few more steps to get out of the storeroom. She just didn’t want to turn her back on the big Saurian.
Just a few more steps, she told herself. Just a few more…
And then her back hit something hard and two scaly hands clamped over her shoulders like a vise.
“Got her, boss.” It was the voice of the guard who had directed her to the storeroom earlier, Bobbi realized with a sinking heart. “She’s not goin’ anywhere,” he said.
“Good—hold her,” Zerlix commanded. He was still advancing on Bobbi and now he reached down and unfastened the leather trousers he wore. A scaly corkscrew dick with a sharp, pyramid-shaped head at its tip suddenly sprang into sight. It was rather thin—at least compared with the one Bobbi had seen on the Saurian porn station—but extremely long.
At least as long as my entire arm! she thought in dismay. Oh my God—what am I going to do now?
“You know, I’ve never been with a mammalian female before, but I’ve heard they have exceptionally soft, wet orifices,” Zerlix remarked, taking another step towards her. “That would be quite a change from a Saurian slit. Our females are as dry as the desert inside—you have to spike them hard to pierce the egg sac and fertilize their eggs.” Reaching out, he trailed one scaly finger down Bobbi’s cheek. “Tell me, little female, will I have to spike you as hard as one of my own kind?”
“You won’t get a chance to…to do that to me at all!” Bobbi kept her chin up and glared defiance at him, though her stomach was churning and it felt like ice water had replaced all the blood in her veins. “Dragon’s going to be here any minute!”
“No he won’t—I left him fighting for his life against a whole crew of Poison Daggers,” Zerlix scoffed. “The big idiot didn’t even realize I’d gone. But don’t worry, little female, I won’t spike your slit—not just yet. Although, I thought I might give you a preview of what’s coming to you.”
“You mean your freakish corkscrew dick?” Bobbi spat. “That skinny thing doesn’t scare me!”
Zerlix’s greenish-yellow eyes narrowed.
“It should little female, because you’re about to get a taste of it right now.” He gestured to the guard who was still gripping her shoulders. “Put her on her knees. Now!”
The scaly hands on Bobbi’s shoulder pressed down mercilessly. Though she tried to stay upright, she was forced to her knees. Now Zerlix was looming over her, a sadistic gleam in his alien eyes.
“You see,” he told Bobbi, waving his disgusting dick in her face. “Saurians aren’t much good at giving oral pleasure. We have such long, sharp teeth, you know and of course, none of those fleshy mouth parts you mammalians have to cover them with during the oral act,” he went on.
Lips, he’s talking about lips, Bobbi thought, feeling sick as she winced away from the bobbing head of his dick.
“And you mammalians have such blunt little teeth—not sharp at all,” Zerlix remarked. “Which means a male could slip his spike right into that soft little mouth and down that sweet throat of yours, little female.”
Bobbi eyed the pyramid-shaped head of his dick. It was dripping a thin, viscous green fluid that looked like poison, though it was probably just the Saurian version of precum. Though it disgusted her, it wasn’t the liquid that worried her the most—it was the needle-sharp tip of his alien cock.
He’ll perforate my esophagus if he tries to shove that thing down my throat, she thought, feeling cold all over. I’ll choke to death on my own blood!
Part of her wanted to beg and plead, but Bobbi had never been the begging and pleading type. She lifted her hand and swatted the long corkscrew dick away contemptuously.
“Get that thing out of my face. I might not have teeth like a Saurian, but I promise you that anything you shove in my mouth, I’m biting it off,” she snapped.
Zerlix’s slitted eyes narrowed and he hissed in displeasure.
“You’ll be sorry when you’re given to me later tonight, you little bitch. And believe me, you’ll be eager to spread your vaginal slit for me when I’m ready to spike you!”