“Gods, yes!” Churr’um groaned, pumping his hips to thrust deeper into the other tentacle, which was sucking eagerly at his shaft. He and Tam’lah both reached for Feed’lix’s hands at the same time and all of them held onto each other as they continued to writhe and moan together.
This Fenushian fertility ritual was positively the strangest thing Isla had ever seen in her life—it almost made her forget the horror that her own life had become and the terrible things that were about to happen to her. But beside her, Baslik was nothing but impatient.
“Yes, yes,” he muttered, tapping his toe again. “Do hurry up! Finish fucking each other, it’s my turn!”
At last the strange, erotic alien show on the stage appeared to be ending. If the screams and moans that came from all three of the Fenushians’ throats were any indication, they must all be coming at once, Isla thought. At last, all three went limp and Feed’lix’s double-tentacle released Churr’um’s shaft and slid out of Tam’lah’s pussy at the same time.
Were they pregnant now, Isla wondered? If so, who was carrying the child? Had Feed’lix somehow mixed the sperm and egg together in his own body and then transferred it to Tam’lah’s womb? Or did he have a womb of his own he would carry the baby in? But if that was the case, how would the baby exit his body when the time came to give birth? No, he must have put the fertilized egg back into Tam’lah somehow…
“Ah-ha—finally they’re winding down!” Baslik exclaimed beside her. “Here—drink this,” he told Isla, shoving a small bottle filled with bright blue liquid into her hand. “Combined with all the activities you and the big Kindred have been up to, this will definitely bring on your glow!”
The potion had a cloyingly sweet smell and Isla wanted nothing to do with it. But it felt as though someone else was controlling her body. She watched numbly as her fingers closed around the bottle and her arm raised it to her lips. Helpless to stop herself, she downed the bright blue liquid in one long swallow, fighting not to gag as she did so.
“There, now!” Baslik exclaimed, taking the bottle from her numb fingers and sneering triumphantly. “You should begin to glow at any moment, my dear! And then, finally, I shall plant my son and heir in your belly!”
Isla felt sick as she watched Feed’lix and his two mates step down and the other Fenushians come forward to reconfigure the three metal tables. She wanted to believe that Baslik was wrong and that the potion wouldn’t work on her. But she could already feel herself tingling all over—it was as though The Rush was on her again.
At the same time, her breasts had once more filled with nectar and she could feel sticky honey running down the insides of her thighs. There was no doubt the potion was working on her and that soon her skin would begin to glow with the inner light of a Moonstone goddess.
And then Baslik would breed her and force her to bear his child and she would never get away from him or see Sark again, she thought despairingly.
Never, never, never…
TWENTY-SIX
Fucking asshole! I’m going to kill him—going to rip him limb from limb!
Sark was so focused on Baslik Le’rank that he barely noticed the strange Fenushian breeding custom that was going on at center stage. After it ended, he watched as Isla was forced to drink the bright blue potion. Was it his imagination or did her pale skin already have a pearly sheen?
He could feel the Rage building inside him—the berserker fury that possesses Kindred warriors when the female they loved is threatened—but it seemed that even the Rage couldn’t break the power the damned nerve-immobilization band had over him.
I knew something was wrong with that damn thing! Never should have let them put it on me! he thought. But it was too late now—events were set in motion that even he couldn’t stop. Sark had never felt so helpless in his life!
And then that fucking Le’rank was leading Isla up onto the stage. There was only one metal table now and it had been turned so it was completely horizontal.
“Get up there and kneel on your hands and knees with your thighs spread wide!” Le’rank ordered, shoving Isla in the direction of the table.
Mechanically, she did as he commanded. Remembering how he had put her into the exact same position himself just a few hours before made Sark savage with Rage, but there was nothing he could do but watch as Isla climbed onto the table and positioned herself for breeding. Her skin was definitely glimmering now and there were tears in her large, dark eyes as though she hated what was about to happen to her but couldn’t do anything about it.