Devilish Dot Page 5

  As they formed their satanic prayer circle around her once again, Dot realized it was time to give up the ship. She was dead meat and there was no stopping it.

  The gargoyles continued to chant, eyes closed, bald heads bowed, to their higher power. She simply couldn’t believe this was happening. One minute she’d been heading toward a bachelorette party to sell her sex toys and the next she’d become the main entrée on a gargoyle menu.

  Breathing in deeply through her nose, Dot found her courage. They had won, but she would go down with dignity, strength, and pride. (She’d always loved those movies where the fallen hero or heroine died like that.) Yes, she thought wistfully, her life would end on a note of bravery and fortitude. Dorothy Araiza—American heroine extraordinaire. If her people ever found this world and unearthed her skeletal remains, they would surely bury her with eloquent style. Not that it would do her much good because she’d be dead. But oh well, that wasn’t the point.

  The chanting came to an abrupt halt. The gargoyles lifted their heads and all eyes turned to Dot. Her heartbeat sped up and her gaze widened.

  On the other hand, dying with dignity was highly overrated.

  Dot began screaming from behind the adhesive, her hands and feet trying to break free from their confinements. She rattled at the ties that bound her, her body shaking and breasts jiggling, all to no avail.

  The large, all-encompassing prayer circle broke off into several smaller ones. Ten of the creatures formed the innermost circle around her. Twenty or so creatures formed a circle around them, and so on.

  The end was here. Tired and resigned, Dot gave up the good fight and quit squirming. She had raged, she had battled, and she had lost. All good soldiers knew when the hour of doom was upon them. Her last and final hope was that the creatures would show her mercy and knock her out before beginning their dirty deed. Hit her over the head with a hammer, decapitate her—whatever. She just didn’t want to be awake for it.

  The gargoyles shifted into human forms, making Dot go still. She had thought she’d dreamt that part about her captor—obviously not! She morbidly wondered just why they had bothered shifting into humanoid forms to begin with. One would think it would be easier to tear her apart from limb to limb with claws, talons, and fangs at the ready.

  Her captor, the one who had somehow managed to mesmerize her into going willingly into his arms, stood naked and erect between her spread open thighs. Nine other males surrounded her, all of them clothed in that red and black kilt-like skirt with no shirt.

  The compulsion to look her vanquisher in the eyes was an overwhelming one. Unlike the last time, Dot now realized it was a form of hypnotism. Knowing what it was, however, didn’t make her any better able to resist this time than it had the last.

  Her gaze found his. An instant calm stole over her. It felt just like a tranquilizer. When he removed the adhesive from over her mouth, she didn’t scream. Instead, the feeling lingered. This time, for whatever reason, she seemed unable to snap out of it. “Han kana,” she heard her subjugator murmur. She had no idea what it meant, but the dreamy state that enveloped her kept her from caring.

  Two of the clothed males palmed either of Dot’s breasts. She felt nothing but pleasure, unable to experience apprehension. They used both of their hands to massage her there, each of them attuned to a single breast. Another set of hands found her arms and massaged them. Another set her legs. Another set her belly. The only part of her that wasn’t being intimately stroked was her vagina. Her captor took care of that.

  He stroked her pussy softly, sensuously, as their gazes remained locked. He murmured words to her that she didn’t comprehend, but that did a number on her hormones.

  Dot’s breasts were being kneaded in the same gentle, intoxicating manner. Her nipples were pulled at and played with like firm clay in a potter’s hands—doing whatever those hands wanted to do with her to elicit the response they were going for. They got it.

  She moaned softly, a knot of arousal forming in her belly as the gigantic males worked her body up into a fevered pitch. Her already stiff nipples jutted up further into the air, giving greedy mouths plenty to suck on. She closed her eyes as the feeling of teeth scraping her nipples and enveloping them into hot mouths overwhelmed her. They sucked on her nipples hard while her captor massaged her wet clit, causing her to shiver. Dot cried out, unable to keep herself from responding to the exquisite pleasure.

  Something poked at her moist entrance, inducing her eyes to fly open. Him—the one who held the power to mesmerize her—he was trying to get his gigantic cock inside her. Apparently he was accustomed to bedding women with bigger holes, for perspiration dotted his hairline and his jaw was clenched at the effort.

  It dawned on her that she should be feeling some sort of apprehension. His cock was HUGE—swollen, erect, and painfully big. She should have experienced fear, but she felt nothing but desire for him to be inside of her.

  A soft, deep voice in her head kept telling her something, but what Dot had no idea. All she did know was the desire to be impregnated by her subjugator was an overwhelming one.

  He rubbed her clit more briskly, making her head fall back on a groan. The mouths on her nipples sucked harder until she was gasping for air and moaning. Her breasts heaved up and down from under their mouths. Her hips instinctively reared up as far as they could given the restraints, pressing her wet flesh against her captor’s swollen cock. He hissed as the head slipped in, her pussy enveloping it, holding it in with an unyielding grip.

  The erotic body massage at so many hands and mouths was beyond anything. The mouths sucked her nipples harder. Her captor’s thumb rubbed her clit faster. She could hear how wet she was, the sticky sound of her pussy being massaged reaching her ears.

  “Oh God,” Dot breathed out. “I’m coming.”

  She came loudly, violently, the intense coil in her belly springing loose. “Oh—ooooooh!” Blood rushed to her nipples and face, heating them. Her entire body convulsed, shaking. Unable to move, all she could do was lie there and groan like a dying animal.

  He impaled her cunt in one smooth thrust, turning her groan into a whimper. She felt the pain, but couldn’t experience the fear that should have accompanied it—the situation was akin to losing one’s virginity while heavily intoxicated.

  Fangs burst from his gums as he threw his head back on a roar of victory and possessiveness. The males surrounding them hissed and growled, all of their fangs baring, all of their silver eyes turning a haunting blood-red.

  Dot couldn’t look away from her captor’s jugular vein to save herself. What the hell is happening to me? The compulsion to bite it, to taste his blood, was powerful. She couldn’t blink, couldn’t do anything besides lie there and want what she couldn’t reach.

  Her hands sprang free from the binds. Her legs were loosed next.

  Their gazes clashed.

  Still buried inside her to the hilt, her captor leaned over her comparatively tiny body and, looking to the side, bared his neck to her. Dot wouldn’t understand the force that drew her to that gorgeous vein until much later, but she didn’t care either. She just wanted it.

  Wrapping her arms around his neck, she closed her eyes and sank her teeth into his jugular. He hissed and groaned in animalistic pleasure. Her human teeth were not able to tear through it, but were sufficiently strong to clamp it together—and pinch just hard enough to squeeze a few droplets of blood from his neck.

  The sweet droplets of blood touched her tongue. Instinctively, she let her arms fall away from his neck. Arching her breasts up like an offering, she bared her neck to the half man half gargoyle.

  He didn’t go for her jugular, damn it! And though her human mind was wary in the deepest recesses of its consciousness, oh how her body wanted him to. Her womb repeatedly contracted at the mere thought of such. But, no, he wasn’t ready. His deadly fangs grazed just above her heart instead, causing a few droplets of her blood to spill out. His tongue darted out, sensually lapping them up.<
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  Dot screamed, the orgasm sudden and ruthless. He growled as she convulsed, her moans and blood an aphrodisiac.

  He began to fuck her, pumping in and out of her cunt in long, territorial thrusts. She groaned, the scent of their combined arousal and the sound of her pussy suctioning in his cock on every outstroke a turn-on.

  “Fuck her harder, Vaidd,” one male purred.

  “Your wife wants it harder,” another one growled.

  It occurred to Dot they were calling her his—her captor’s—wife! It also dawned on her that she could understand what was being said. Words, once foreign, now infiltrated her entire being as native. She was given no time to figure out why.

  “I am Vaidd,” her vanquisher murmured, his teeth gritting from the tightness of her pussy. “And you,” he said roughly, “are mine.”

  He fucked her harder, going primal on her, riding her body like he meant to brand every inch of her as his. Her tits jiggled with every thrust, moans pulled from her lips as though he was getting his wish. His eyes were fully crimson, fangs bared as he growled and roared out his pleasure.

  “Oh God!” Dot screamed, her head falling back. Her eyes closed in an ecstasy she’d never before experienced. “Yesssssss!”

  He pumped her cunt harder—faster—deeper—more, more, more.

  In and out.

  Over and over.

  Again and again and again.

  Sweat-slick skin slapped against sweat slick-skin. Her stiff nipples were further sensitized with every jiggle brought on by every of his thrusts. His jaw clenched as he fucked her, teeth gritting as he possessively sank his cock into her.

  “I’m coming!” Dot groaned, her eyelids flying open. And this time she wanted that jugular when she came. She didn’t know why she wanted it, only that her body was commanding her to bite it.

  Baring her human teeth on a snarl to rival one of Vaidd’s, Dot wrapped her arms around his neck and bit down. He roared out his pleasure, then, still fucking her, sank his fangs into her jugular as she clamped down onto his. Vaidd’s blood hit her tongue, Dot’s blood gushed onto his.

  The mutually experienced orgasm was all-consuming, shattering, in its depths. Their mouths broke free in order to moan as both of them shook from the violence of it. Hot cum erupted, filling her insides. Blood trickled down her neck. They groaned and held each other tightly, riding out wave after delicious wave of erotic synergy.

  When it was over, when both of their breathing had returned to a semi-normal state, Vaidd slowly withdrew his still-erect cock from Dot’s flesh on a suctioning sound. Panting, he looked down into her eyes and laid her fully on her back as he released her from the spell that had enveloped her.

  His eyes returned to silver with black pupils, flicking over her face, memorizing her features. “What is thy name, zya?” he purred.

  Zya—little one.

  “Dot,” she whispered. Her brown eyes widened on a plethora of questions. But she decided to get out the most pressing one. “Does this mean you don’t plan to eat me?” she squeaked. Dot couldn’t imagine anyone making love to her like that, giving her the mother of all orgasms, only to turn her into gargoyle-chow. Not to mention the fact that the emotions radiating from him were almost overwhelming in their protective possessiveness. Still, she supposed anything could happen in a world like this.

  Vaidd’s gaze narrowed in incomprehension, then sparkled in mischievous understanding. “I’ll eat you for a certainty, but not like that.”

  He didn’t smile as the other members in the chamber began to boom with laughter, but his eyes were dancing and his purr was comforting.

  “Well, that’s a relief,” she said dumbly. I mean, really, what does one say in a situation like this! She made to sit up. “Why can I understand what you’re saying now, and vice versa, when I couldn’t before? Why did you lay me on a platter if you didn’t mean to eat me? And what in the world were those tailed things that dragged me into the cave? They had tails, okay! Oh and—”

  He pressed two fingers gently against her lips. “In a sennight I shall answer all thy questions,” he murmured.

  A sennight! Thanks to all of the historical romance novels she’d read over the years, she realized what he meant. But, “Why a week?”

  “Because.”

  She frowned. Wordy he was not. “Because why?”

  He grunted. “Because ‘tis time for my wee love to evolve.” He motioned toward her legs.

  Dot glanced down. She gasped in shock and more than a little fright. A sticky web-like substance was steadily encasing her feet…and crawling up higher to encase her everywhere. She screamed, beyond horrified, as she watched the web climb higher and higher and higher. Her heartbeat thumped wildly as it spread to her arms and her chest and—

  “You shall be cocooned but a sennight, my love. Then you shall be of my species.”

  What a comfort!

  “Why are you doing this to me?” Dot howled as the web began crawling up to encase her face. “A woman gives you snack cakes and you put her in a web!” The last part of her sentence was mumbled out as the web closed over her mouth.

  Arrrrrg!

  Chapter Seven

  One week later

  Vaidd paced as he waited and waited for his vorah to hatch. His cock was nigh unto stone it was so aching and swollen from this last sennight without her.

  “Son,” Zolak rumbled out, “take you a walk. Go hunt. Do something to distract thyself. Verily, you are driving the pack daft with the pacing. She will hatch when the metabolic changes within have fully occurred and not a moment before. This you know!”

  He ran a hand over his jaw, sighing. His sire was correct and, as he’d said, he knew it. Glancing up to the vorah-sac suspended deep within the Zyon stronghold, he looked away and nodded his agreement. “Aye,” he murmured. “I shall go for a walk.”

  There was more to his anxiety than a desire to mate, but Vaidd would not share feelings of the heart with his father. Namely, the scared, helpless manner in which Dot had last looked upon Vaidd before being cocooned nigh unto tore his heart clean out. He wanted her to hatch so she’d realize he would never hurt her, leave her, or in any way endanger her.

  She was his—now and always. He could never do anything to harm her.

  “Go, son,” Zolak said softly, knowingly. “She will hatch before you know it.”

  He inclined his head and then walked away.

  * * * * *

  Air rushed into Dot’s lungs, filling them. Her eyes flew open, fangs bursting from her gums. Claws shot out from her fingers and toes, spikes jutted up, forming a wristband of deadly pikes around either hand.

  He was near. Her one.

  The need to be impregnated overpowered her, beckoned to her, made every egg in her ovaries tingle. Dot shredded her cocoon faster than a great white shark could gulp a tuna and took to the air.

  I’m flying! Oh dear lord I am flying!

  The human memory cells in her brain were wary, but the primitive need to fill her womb with Vaidd’s pups overrode everything. She was so horny she couldn’t stand it, felt like she’d go insane if he didn’t impale her and fuck her like the animal she now was.

  She flew out of the cave and over a nearby stream. The scent of food momentarily distracted her. Swooping down, she snarled at her prey and, snatching it up from the icy water below, tore both heads off some sort of fish and gobbled it down.

  Oh God, I’ve just eaten a two-headed fish! While. It. Was. Alive. Ohhhh noooooo!

  A palm tragically lifting to her forehead, Dot’s wings swooped with less and less vigor, until finally, she was on the ground. Glancing at her reflection in the stream, she felt the drama queen lance right through her.

  I’m bald! I ate a two-headed fish while it was still alive and now I am bald!

  Only whilst in kor-tari form, a deep voice answered in her mind. And you are gorgeous in both forms to me.

  Dot’s bald, silver head came up. Horniness returned as she saw Vaidd swooping
down from the air. There went those damn eggs tingling again.

  Well, she sniffed in her mind, if I’m gorgeous to you then I suppose—

  He was on her in a heartbeat, covering her from behind, ready to fuck her. He growled her into submission, fangs bared as he took her down to her knees. She growled back—mostly just because she could and it felt kinda neat—then pressed her swollen pussy up into the air so he count mount her.

  Vaidd sank into her flesh from behind, howling at the exquisite feel of her tight cunt enveloping and gripping his cock. He thrust into her to the hilt, then rode her hard, wasting no time in taking what he considered to be his.

  “Yesss,” Dot hissed. She glanced at him from over her shoulder and snarled. “Fuck me harder.”

  “Like this?” Vaidd growled, sinking deep into her cunt, over and over, again and again. He scratched at the sensitive skin of her hips with his claws, making her keen in pleasure. “Does my little one like it rough?”

  Oh yes, Dot thought. She hadn’t known she’d liked to be taken so animalistically prior to her evolution, but now there was no going back. And the hip thing…who knew?

  “Scratch me harder! Fuck me harder! Get me pregnant!”

  She didn’t know what she wanted more—all of them. She was lost in a delirious haze of pleasure, wanting everything and anything her mate could give her.

  Vaidd picked up the pace of their joining, hissing as he rooted inside her. He scratched her hips harder, fucked her harder—everything harder. He slammed into her cunt again and again, merciless in his domination.

  And then he gave her his babies.

  On a piercing roar, Vaidd lowered his head to his vorah’s neck and sank his teeth deep inside the sweet, warm vein. She howled as she came, her entire body bucking and convulsing from the pleasure of it. Vaidd followed quickly behind, sinking into her cunt as fast and deep as he could, then spurting his seed deep into her pussy.

  He wasn’t done with his Bloodmate. Not even close.

  By the time Vaidd picked up his wife and flew with her in his arms back to their lair, he had fucked her eight times. There was no question to Dot as to whether or not fertilization had occurred. She had known the second it had happened. A warm feeling, half primitive and half enlightened in nature, had engulfed her.