She couldn’t help remembering how good it had felt, sliding against her aching clit. Reaching between her thighs, she parted her pussy lips with her fingers, spreading them wide enough to allow the slick head of the big Monstrum’s cock to slide into her slippery folds. She wasn’t going to take him all the way in—there was no way he would fit and she had no wish to get pregnant and then have no one to raise the baby with. But surely she could just rub against him a little bit…
“Chris-teen?” Roarn’s voice was sleepy but aroused. “What…?”
“Shh, it’s okay, baby,” she murmured breathlessly. “You don’t have to—”
Just then a knock on her door startled both of them.
Christine froze and she felt the big Monstrum tense up behind her.
“Who?” he growled softly in her ear.
“Don’t know. You stay here while I go get rid of them,” Christine whispered back.
She slipped out of bed, shivering, and looked for something to wear. The first thing she grabbed was her robe—but she quickly found that it was a total loss until it could be washed again. How in the world had Roarn made so much cum? It must be a Monstrum thing.
Dropping the robe in the dirty clothes hamper, she grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt out of her dresser instead. She pulled them on quickly and then, with a final sign to Roarn to stay quiet, she eased out of the bedroom and shut the door gently behind her.
She didn’t know why she felt the urge to be so careful and quiet, but some instinct told her that whoever was at the door wasn’t someone she wanted around. Taking a deep breath, she threw the bolt and turned the doorknob just as the knocking sounded again.
“Oh—excuse me.” The man standing outside lowered his hand. But he wasn’t a man at all—he must be a Kindred, Christine thought, looking up at him from the crack in the door. At least, if his golden eyes and immense size were any indication. Behind him were several Monstrum Kindred, one of whom looked a little like Roarn. He also looked very familiar.
“Hey—you’re that lion man I saw on TV the other day,” she said, speaking through the crack in the door and being careful not to open it too wide. “The one who married the beautiful British lady.”
“Yes, I am Joined to Minister Emilia Oxley.” The lion Monstrum nodded his head, the early morning sunlight glinting in his wavy golden mane.
“This is Chief Commander Rarev and I’m Commander Baird,” the first Kindred—the one who had been knocking—said. “We’re here to ask if you’ve seen anyone or anything unusual around here in the past twenty-four hours.”
“Unusual?” Christine raised her eyebrows innocently, though her heart was pounding. These people were here looking for Roarn—she was sure of it!
“Yes. Perhaps someone who looks like me?” the lion man, Commander Rarev stepped forward. “Only he would appear to be more like the Earth animal you call a ‘tiger’ to you. He has striped fur and very large fangs,” he added helpfully.
“Sorry, but no,” Christine said. “Why—did you lose one of your people?” she asked, still playing innocent.
“You could say that,” the one called Baird rumbled.
“One of our ships crashed in the mountains a few miles from your home,” Commander Rarev said. “The pilot was killed but there was one survivor.” He frowned, his nose wrinkling as though he was smelling something. “Would you mind opening the door so we can talk more freely?”
“Sorry, but I’m not really dressed,” Christine said primly, keeping the door firmly closed, with just a crack to speak through. “Besides, we can talk just fine like this,” she added.
Baird and Rarev exchanged glances. Both of their noses were wrinkled now, as though both big aliens were catching the same scent.
“I’ll be blunt—his trail leads right to your home,” Rarev said.
“And we can both smell that he’s been here,” Baird added.
Christine frowned at them.
“Are you accusing me of something? I think you’re just smelling my cats—I have four of them, you know. They’re all over the place.”
The two big Kindred exchanged another expressive look and then Baird turned back to her.
“This prisoner we’re tracking escaped from a ship headed for a Maximum-security prison planet,” he told Christine. “So if you know where he is, you really ought to tell us. He’s fuckin’ dangerous, Ma’am—excuse my language,” he added.
“He is?” Now Christine’s heart was beating triple time. “Why—what did he do?” she demanded. “Why were you sending him to prison?”
“The prisoner has a mental condition we Monstrum call ‘the Fury’ or just ‘Fury,’” Commander Rarev explained. “It’s a prolonged psychotic state which makes the one suffering from it extremely unpredictable and dangerous.”
Christine frowned. She couldn’t help remembering the way Roarn had snarled at her the night before when his leg was caught in a trap—he’d been completely nonverbal. She’d honestly thought he was some kind of animal, based on that behavior alone.