Breeding Ground Part 20
Soon he would have his answers. The warriors were returning with her even as he bathed. He could sense her, could smell the familiar scent of her.
His c.o.c.k grew stone hard with thoughts of f.u.c.king her. In the dreamstate, they had mated. He wondered what the reality of her tight, sticky flesh would feel like. Wondered, too, if he should touch her. Such could make disposing of her more difficult, if it came to that.
But can you stay away from her?
Malik was given no time to consider the answer to his question as the bathing servants immediately responded to his fierce erection. They moaned as they kissed all over his body and took turns licking and suckling his c.o.c.k. His teeth gritted from the pleasure of it as he watched the three gorgeous, busty servants attend to his manhood. He had a thousand years worth of seed saved up and was more than eager to spurt it.
"My lord," a fourth servant interjected. She entered the underground bathing pond and, stopping before him, bowed.
Malik placed his arms behind his head and enjoyed the suckling. His heavy eyelids took in the sight of the naked servant, lifting slightly to reveal the slits of his golden eyes. "Yessss?" he hissed, his fangs visible.
"Your prisoner has arrived. She is caged and your warriors await your next order."
He stilled. So much for spilling his seed. That would have to wait.
Or maybe not.
Shooing the bathing servants away from him, he stood up and stared at his reflection in the mirror-silver waterfall whose waters whooshed down to fill the bathing pond that he stood in. While in this form, he decided, there wasn't much difference between a Xandi and a human male. Only the slits of his serpentine-gold eyes, his ever-present fangs, and his taller and more muscular stature hinted that he was not of their race.
On a growl, he shifted, taking on his impenetrable form. There were two faces to every Xandi-the animal and the man.
King Malik Ahmose, the prophesized immortal ruler of the Xandi, would meet his destiny as his stronger, invulnerable self.
Chapter Twelve.
Alex came to on a gasp. Startled by the intensity of the ice-cold water being sprayed at her, it took her a few seconds to realize she was naked. And, worse yet, naked in a cage.
It hadn't been a dream. The past several hours had been hauntingly real.
"Cease this!" a deep male voice bellowed. Alex's nipples stabbed out from the frigid chill. "Why did you not have her bathed for me in the fashion I commanded?"
"I tried, Almighty One," another male voice demurred as he turned off the jets of water. "Beg pardon, but she attacked me."
"Typical primitive human behavior." The first voice sighed like a martyr. "Depart. I needs must speak with the human queen."
"May the G.o.ds be on your side," the second man muttered. "Even one so great as you shall need their aid with that one."
Alex's head slowly came up just in time to see the retreating guard wave an agitated hand in her direction. They exchanged glares, as they had at least a dozen times over the course of the past several hours. Her jaw dropped open when, a second later, she watched the seven-foot tall, gold-eyed man with vampire fangs change-right before her eyes!-into one of those ten-foot tall, winged, black creatures.
Holy. Son. Of. G.o.d.
He smirked before lunging off two powerful thighs to take flight. She could only gawk in response, her eyes round and heart pounding.
This was new information. She'd seen quite a bit since her capture, but nothing could have prepared her for seeing...that.
When she had first been captured by the Xandi warriors, Alex had been a.s.saulted by fear the likes of which she'd never before experienced. Being held prisoner by six beasts that resembled the genetic result of a union between black reptiles and winged gargoyles would have sent terror coursing down the spine of anyone. Not knowing what they meant to do with her, and a.s.suming they would probably make a meal of her, had made the five-hour flight all the more harrowing.
They had toyed with her fear during the journey, thereby intensifying it, laughing and cackling as they shredded her clothing. Four of the beasts had held her suspended in such a fashion that, midair, she resembled a woman who'd been tied spread-eagle to a bed. Another Xandi had laughed as his immense body hovered over her much smaller one. He kneaded her naked b.r.e.a.s.t.s, plumping up her nipples by running reptilian fingers over them and pinching them until they were stiffer. Then he played with her v.a.g.i.n.a, remarking to the others that he'd never seen hair the color of which shielded her head and mons.
With every second that ticked by, Alex had grown more certain that she would be gang-raped-taken by force by a group of monsters. Especially since a sixth Xandi kept growling at her that he hoped the king let them f.u.c.k her as repayment for the death of the slain warrior he carried in his arms.
But then they had brought her here...wherever here was. After that they retreated.
"We are different from your kind."
Her head snapped up. She met the golden gaze of another creature, this one in his gargoyle-like, black, reptilian form. She stilled, a weird deja vu knotting in her belly.
Their gazes locked. Alex's pulse skyrocketed. Her heart threatened to beat out of her chest.
Him. The one from her dreams.
No. Oh my G-no!
She didn't know how she recognized that he was the one, but she had never been more certain of anything in her life. In her dreams, she never really got a good look at him. And yet, she knew-knew-he was the one who had haunted her.
This can't be happening!
He was bigger than the other Xandi she'd seen. He stood at least half a foot taller while in this form. His musculature was even greater and more imposing, which was saying a lot. He looked like a behemoth ten-and-a-half-foot black reptile that stood upright and possessed wings. And those impenetrable gold eyes...
"Yes," she murmured, swallowing roughly, "you are different."
His forehead wrinkled in an arrogant manner. "Ssssuperior," he hissed. "Stronger. Mightier."
Alex's smile was anything but kind as her light green gaze raked over his features. "And uglier."
His smirk rivaled her own. "So say you now."
"So say I always."
He sighed, shaking his head. "You cannot defeat us, human. Ever."
An interesting turn in conversation. "I don't want to defeat you. I just want to be freed."
Silence.
"That is not a possibility. Ever. Our race does not release any human captives, let alone their prophesized queen. The question now is merely what do I do with you."
Prophesized queen? How could he know about that?
She was n.o.body's queen, d.a.m.n it! She certainly wasn't prepared to die in the name of a people whose ways she didn't even respect. All she wanted to do was gather her crew together and leave this wretched place. It might take several years, but between Peac.o.c.k, John, Vlad, and herself, she was certain they could put their heads together and a.s.semble a working s.p.a.cecraft. Maybe they'd return to Paleo. Lord knew that whatever hand evolution had dealt the Paleoliths, no race could have ended up worse than the ones down here on Earth.
Alex's jaw tightened. She came up on her knees to face him, her hands attempting to shield her nudity from him. "What you should do is let me go." She narrowed her eyes at him. "My men will come for me, you know. They will find you and they will kill you."
He laughed, a deep and powerfully irritating sound.
"Our weapons are superior," she said tauntingly. "Ask your dead warrior just how superior they are."