Now! she told herself. You’ll never get this chance again!
Darting forward, quickly and quietly, she slipped around the two guards and straight through the open door. Then, knowing they would never let her stay unless she forced them to, Christine hastily pushed the door shut behind her until she heard the sharp snick of the clasp engaging.
There was another Time Lock cube on the top corner of the inside of the door. Christine watched as it turned from deep green to bright red. Only then was she certain she wouldn’t be disturbed.
Only then did she turn to face Roarn.
He was at the far side of the holding cell, but he was facing her and the look in his eyes was not friendly. A low growl rumbled in his throat as he crouched there like a beast about to pounce on its prey.
It occurred to Christine that she might have committed a very foolish act. Had she just done the equivalent of locking herself into the tiger cage at the zoo? Was she about to die?
No, I won’t think that way, she told herself. The Goddess said I would have a chance and she also said it would be dangerous. I can do this—I just have to find a way to make him realize who I am—have to find a way to bring him back to his right mind.
“Roarn, sweetheart—it’s me. It’s Christine,” she said softly, holding out a hand to him.
Her only answer was a low, rumbling growl. It was the sound a predator makes when it’s about to bite. Christine had heard it often enough from dogs at the clinic where she worked—she knew what to expect when she heard that noise and she knew to get clear of the animal making it.
But this time she couldn’t get clear—she was trapped in a holding cell with Roarn and if she couldn’t find a way to drive away the Fury and bring him back to his right mind, she was going to die while everyone outside the cage watched.
And if Roarn ever does come back and realize what he’s done, it will break his heart, she thought. He loves me—I know he does. Oh please, I just need help to bring him back!
“You have everything you need, daughter. Think…remember.”
It was the warm, strong voice of the Goddess again and when Christine heard it, she felt courage and strength filling her. Closing her eyes for a moment, she searched her memories of the time she’d had with the big Monstrum. She remembered him holding her every night, pressing his face between her breasts…between her thighs…
“That’s it!” Christine gasped in a low voice, her eyes flying open.
Her answer was another low, warning growl and Roarn crouched low on all fours, looking like he might spring at any moment.
“It’s all right now—it’s all right,” Christine told him. “I know what you need, baby—I understand now.”
And she did understand. It wasn’t the sight of her that Roarn needed to bring her back to his right mind—it was her scent. Hadn’t he told her several times that her scent had saved him, that it drove the Fury back?
But I can’t get close enough to let him smell me right now—he’d tear into me before he got a chance to sniff me, she thought. What can I do?
Suddenly another memory came to her—Roarn telling her what he did when she was gone during the day and he felt the Fury rising, trying to take over his mind.
He went and put his head in my dirty clothes basket, Christine remembered. Because he said my scent calmed him down.
It made perfect sense for a being whose senses were so finely tuned and who relied so much on his sense of smell. And now she knew what to do.
Carefully, she reached into the red wrap dress and fumbled with the clasp of her bra. Luckily, it was the kind that hooks in the front, so she had it unfastened in a moment. And a moment after that, she was pulling it off her arms and out of her sleeve. Then, leaning forward, she tossed the lacy white garment directly at the growling Monstrum.
Roarn’s growl rose to a snarl and she was certain he was going to pounce. But just as he was about to lunge, he dropped his head and sniffed at the bra. Christine’s heart leaped with hope, but then he raised his head again and began to growl even louder.
What’s wrong now? Why didn’t my scent bring him back? Was it not strong enough?
That was possible, she reflected. After all, she’d only been wearing the bra a little over an hour—that wasn’t much time to get her scent on it. She needed something else—a more potent scent to move the big Monstrum from madness to sanity.
Christine knew what she had to do. Trying not to think about how everyone outside the holding cell was probably wondering what the hell she was doing, she reached inside her wrap dress and began to tug at the lacy white panties that went with the bra. Surely her scent would be stronger here—and it was the scent of her pussy that the big Monstrum loved the most.