Death Row: The Hunter Page 6

  She reached for him then, threading her fingers through his hair and bringing his face down to meet hers. She kissed him with everything she had in her, the very first time she had allowed, let alone wanted, a male’s lips to touch her own.

  If he had meant to break her with naked honesty, it had worked, but in the process he had broken himself.

  She slipped her tongue past his lips, needing to be as connected to him as possible. The kiss was unguarded in a way Nellie had never been before, a freeing, intimate experience she hadn’t allowed herself prior to this moment in time. Kerick was just as caught up in it, his tongue aggressively thrusting into her mouth to take over the lead.

  When they finally let each other go from the kiss, they fucked hard—animalistically.

  And always they maintained eye contact.

  Nellie arched her back as she rode up and down him, her large tits jiggling from the fast movement. Kerick’s jaw clenched, the vein on his neck prominent as he cupped and kneaded them.

  “Come for your Master, Nellie,” he ground out, his callused palms kneading her breasts as though he meant to brand them. “I need to feel your sweet cunt coming for Me.”

  Nellie rode him harder, her pussy making suctioning sounds as she repeatedly enveloped him. “Kerick,” she breathed out, her eyes widening, “Master.”

  She came hard, screaming as they stared into each other’s eyes, the orgasm more intense than she’d ever known. He followed quickly, his nostrils flaring and his breathing heavy as his fingers dug into the flesh of her hips and he poured his hot cum into her cunt on a groan.

  When it was over, when both of them had been drained, she collapsed against his chest and cried softly, the feel of his arms wrapped securely around her making the tears fall freely. Nellie couldn’t remember having ever cried in front of another human since her mother had died, let alone in front of a man. But she couldn’t seem to help herself.

  He didn’t take advantage of her vulnerability, didn’t make light of it or try to push her away for showing a soft side. Kerick held her instead, kissing her forehead and telling her of how wondrous she was, telling her of how he’d never let anyone hurt her, telling her of all the babies he wanted to put in her belly…

  Nellie clung to him, letting the tears fall until they were done, feeling more vulnerable yet more protected than she’d ever before felt. She fell asleep in his arms that eve, in the throes of a deep slumber by the time he carried her to the pillow-bed and fell asleep on it beside her.

  As the years passed by, Nellie would never forget this night. It had been a catalyst in her life, she would one day admit to her husband—a powerfully beautiful, and powerfully frightening, moment in time.

  Chapter 28

  January 28, 2250 A.D.

  The next four days proved to be the most intimate, and freeing, that Nellie had ever known. She and Kerick got to know each other in non-sexual, as well as sexual, ways. Nellie told him about being a scientist, about the serum she had been working on, and about her employer breaking into her domicile when Kerick had captured her the first time. She admitted that that was the reason she and Cyrus 12 had fled the Altun Ha biosphere and told him that she hoped he would support her endeavor to continue her work and finish the serum here in the catacombs.

  He had adamantly said of course, which had elated her. Her trust in him soared higher after that.

  But for reasons she couldn’t quite pinpoint, perhaps because she was so used to keeping it a secret, Nellie never once told Kerick about Margaret Riley or about the doctor’s secret journal. Margaret, her posthumous heroine, was her one final secret—for now. She knew that eventually she would have to tell him, most likely after he had stolen all the necessary equipment she would need to continue her grueling work.

  Nellie wasn’t the only one who talked. Kerick, contrary to her expectations, was very open about his life and experiences with her. He never spoke of his mother other than to say he’d lost her to infection, so Nellie rightly assumed that the subject was too painful for him and never broached it. She could understand his feelings, for she hadn’t spoken of Sinead with him either, other than to tell him that she too had lost her mother to infection.

  Where Kerick didn’t speak of his childhood at length, he did, however, tell her about his detention in the Kong Penal Colony, a subject that sparked some sort of a distant déjà vu kind of feeling for reasons she couldn’t place. He spoke of the loneliness, of the systematic abuse doled out to the slave laborers, of how some of the laborers were taken away to be used as guinea pigs for Fathom Systems…

  She’d swallowed nervously when he’d told her that, not quite able to bring herself to admit that the man responsible for all that was her sire. Kan, after all, was a common last name in Federated Earth, as common as Jones or Jackson had been hundreds of years ago, so she wasn’t surprised by the fact that he’d not yet made the connection between his wife and Abdul Kan.

  As close as the two of them grew in those four days in non-sexual ways, so too did they further their intimate bond with constant sex. Nellie’s favorite activity was to kneel at Kerick’s feet while he talked to her about his life, sucking on his cock as he opened up his heart to her…

  Kerick groaned as Nellie sat on her knees before him, deep-throating his cock. The smacking sounds her lips were making as she sucked on him were as exciting as the suckling itself. She was moaning low in her throat, as if his cock was the best treat she’d ever tasted, and her hands were expertly massaging his balls, tightening them up as his arousal grew.

  “As I was saying…”

  Her cat-like green eyes closed as if in bliss, and her lips devoured his cock. She took him all the way in, until the head of his manhood damn near touched her tonsils.

  Sweet Cyrus—who gave a yen what he had been saying.

  “Nellie,” Kerick groaned, his fingers threading through her hair. She looked so beautiful and wondrous, sitting naked and submissive on her knees before him, wearing nothing but nipple chains and the brand he knew was on her ass. Her full lips sucked on him faster, the smacking sounds growing louder and louder.

  Kerick’s muscles corded and tensed as he prepared to orgasm. He had never felt so connected to another human being as he felt at this moment. He wanted to tell her he loved her, tell her that he would always love her, and yet the words stopped at his lips, perhaps afraid that they wouldn’t be returned.

  “Nellie.” He groaned loudly as he came, hot liquid spurting into her mouth on a roar. She drank every bit of it, lapping it up as though she couldn’t get enough of it.

  When it was over, when he had come down from his high, he picked Nellie up and carried her to the pillow-bed. He didn’t bother telling her what he was going to do, he just did it. Without a word, his face dove between her legs and he greedily lapped at her cunt, licking her labial folds and sucking on her clit until she came hard and violently for him.

  Even then he found that he couldn’t stop. His face remained buried between her legs, sucking on her flesh until she’d come twice more and had insisted that she could take no more. By then he was hard again.

  Turning her over, Kerick murmured for her to get in the head-down-ass-up position. She immediately complied, further arousing him.

  He sank into Nellie’s flesh on a groan, the sight of the branding on her ass a powerful aphrodisiac. He possessively ran a rough palm over it, watching her ass jiggle as he fucked her hard from behind.

  Her body still at the height of sensitivity from all the orgasms she’d just had, Nellie couldn’t seem to stop coming. The harder he banged her, the louder she screamed—and the more she came.

  Kerick grabbed her by the hips and fucked her possessively, plunging in and out of her cunt with domineering strokes. “More!” he heard her beg. “Master, please fuck Your pussy harder.”

  He went wild on her then, his hips pistoning back and forth as he greedily stuffed her flesh full of cock and cum. He broke on a roar, his teeth gritting and jaw clenching
as he spurted his seed deep inside of her.

  Long moments later, when his breathing returned to semi-normal, Kerick gently nudged Nellie’s body, getting her to lie down on her side. He followed her down to the pillow-bed with his own body, his cock never leaving her pussy.

  Side by side, their bodies still joined together, they fell into an exhausted sleep in the animal furs.

  Chapter 29

  January 29, 2250 A.D.

  “What the kong are you doing?” Kieran bellowed.

  Karen yelped, not having heard him enter the Underground corridor. Her sensory chains jingled as she turned on her heel to face him. “You scared me,” she breathed out.

  His eyes narrowed suspiciously. “I’ll just bet I did.”

  “It’s—it’s not what You think.”

  “Uh huh. So you weren’t trying to get into the sealed off cavern again then?” Kieran crossed his arms over his chest. “You were looking for a gift for Me, is that it?” he asked sarcastically.

  Karen blushed, looking away.

  “Why do you want to leave Me?” he gritted out. His anger quickly dissipated, turning into vulnerability. “I’d do anything for you,” he said softly. “I love you.”

  Karen closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The boy was getting under her skin.

  Who was she fooling? Sweet Kalast, Kieran was already under her skin.

  “If I ever left,” she quietly admitted, “it would only be for a while. And I’d always come back to You, Master.”

  Kieran’s nostrils flared. His eyes searched hers. He uncrossed his arms and pushed away from the corridor wall. “You ain’t leaving Me—not ever.”

  She put up a palm, then softly rested it on his chest when he stood before her. Her head came up and she met his eyes. She told him the truth, or as much of it as she could tell without betraying the Xibalba. “I have to go, Kieran. I must. For You, for our unborn child…I have to go,” she murmured.

  His jaw clenched. “Why?”

  She sighed, knowing she could never divulge her reasons to him. For if he did know why…

  She couldn’t even imagine what would become of her.

  Karen shook her head, looking away. “I can’t tell You.” She sighed again. “I wish I could, but I can’t. You must trust me in this and let me go.”

  “No,” he ground out. “I will never—”

  “I vow I will come back,” Karen promised, her eyes meeting his once again. “I vow it,” she adamantly repeated.

  Kieran closed his eyes briefly, sighing. “Tell Me why you must go.”

  “I’ve told You that I cannot—”

  “Then the answer is no.” His jaw clenched. “If you cannot trust Me, Karen Riley, then I cannot trust you.”

  His expression grew remote, which she found oddly depressing. She had grown to cherish the unguarded manner in which he dealt with her. “Kieran…”

  “No!” he barked.

  She offered him no resistance as he forcibly steered her from the corridor.

  * * * * *

  Naked save the nipple chains and the ever-present sensory chains she wore, Nellie felt a bit anxious as Kerick led her down the long earthen corridor that led to the commons chamber. This was the first time since her arrival in the catacombs that she was obliged to be near other Underground dwellers. She wasn’t certain of what to expect.

  Dozens of male eyes were on her as she and Kerick made their way into the commons chamber. Their eyes seemed glued first to her dark red pubic hair and then to her large breasts. It occurred to her that most of these males had probably never seen a female who had been biosphere engineered and bred. Either that or it was the rare coloring of her nipples and pussy hair that they enjoyed. She felt a bit embarrassed when they began applauding, cheering Kerick on for having recaptured her.

  “Way to go!” one shouted out. The others followed suit, praising Kerick for the capture of his rare prize.

  They were celebrating the fact that Kerick had proven to be more cunning a hunter than she was an escapee. Her nostrils flared at the perceived insult.

  “Stop it,” Kerick murmured, steering her toward a table where a young but heavily muscled male was seated on an animal fur covered stone chair. A female wearing nipple chains, a woman in her late thirties that she could safely assume was his wife, sat at the young Master’s feet, suckling his cock as he ate his meal from a trencher. “They are not making jest of you. They are but congratulating Me.”

  She sighed, realizing as she did that this wasn’t worth fighting about. “Fair enough.”

  “Did your droid schoolmarm tell you of what is expected from a wife when partaking of a meal with unmated males not of her or her Master’s line?”

  “Of course,” Nellie sniffed, suddenly feeling defensive of her schooling. “I had a high-class education.”

  He grunted, obviously unconvinced where the merits of her educational background were concerned. “I will introduce You to My comrades after the meal, as is the way of it,” Kerick said in low tones so nobody could hear them. “Until then, I ask as a favor to Me that—”

  Nellie stopped in her tracks. She turned to face him. “I won’t embarrass You,” she said, a bit hurt that he’d thought she might even consider it. “I know what is expected of me in public, Kerick. Having the manners of a hybrid pig is Your field,” she said sweetly, “not mine.”

  He frowned, but leaned down to kiss her. “Let us eat.”

  “Kerick,” she said weakly, feeling a bit overwhelmed by all of the eyes on her.

  “Yes?”

  “Can we leave as soon as we’re done eating?” She cleared her throat, glancing away. “This is a bit much a bit too soon,” she whispered.

  He took her hand and squeezed it. “Of course.” He waited for her to look back up at him. “I have a stolen virtual movie chip in My satchel. If you’d like, we can watch Cabel Modem’s latest show after the meal.”

  Her eyes widened. “I didn’t know You owned a virtual movie lab. I didn’t know one could in the catacombs.”

  “Well now you do.”

  She grinned, the first time she’d ever done that in front of him. His eyes widened a bit, then softened as if studying it. “Which show is it?”

  He blinked, returning to normal. “Savage Alien Love, or some such drivel. It’s a wench-flick. You will like it.”

  She nodded, then followed him to the table. She deeply suspected he had stolen the virtual movie chip expressly for her, but said nothing.

  Kerick took his seat at the communal table. He sat in an animal fur covered stone chair that was actually quite comfortable to lounge on due to all of the padding. Once there he motioned for Nellie to follow suit.

  Nellie took her societal place at his feet, kneeling down onto the lush animal furs that had been splayed out on the dirt ground for her to sit upon. She waited for Kerick to remove his stiff cock from his black braies, then immediately began to suckle it while he ate his meal and talked with his friends.

  She wasn’t precisely certain why females were expected to do this when dining in public. The only thing she could figure was that it stemmed from a primal need Masters had to remind unmated males who it was that owned the wench sitting submissively at His feet, sucking Him off. In a world were females were rarer than uncorrupt Hierarchy leaders, she was hardly surprised.

  Nellie’s gaze flicked to the woman seated beside her, the one kneeling at the young Master’s feet. Apparently her Master had already came for she was being fed from his hand. The woman smiled. “I’m Karen Riley,” she whispered. “Your sister-in-law.”

  Without removing Kerick’s erect cock from her mouth, Nellie smiled back at her. She obediently sucked on it even as she listened to the other woman speak. Wait a minute, she thought hesitantly. Had Karen said that her last name was…

  “And you are Nellie Riley,” the woman said meaningfully, startling Nellie to the point where she all but gagged on her Master’s cock. “It’s my humble pleasure to meet you, Doctor.”


  Nellie Riley. Nellie…Riley?

  The woman’s eyes sharpened. “Yes,” she murmured. “That Nellie Riley.” She accepted another food bit from her Master’s hand and swallowed it quickly, watching as Nellie feverishly suckled Kerick’s cock. “We must help each other,” Karen said in a barely audible whisper. “And soon.”

  No, Nellie thought, her heart thumping like mad in her chest while she sucked her Husband off. Surely Kerick couldn’t be…that Kerick? Margaret’s son?

  “Elijah,” Kerick said, turning Nellie’s attention to what was transpiring above-table. “With Maxim Malifé dead at your hands, that leaves only four more that we must take out.”

  Nellie’s eyes widened. She suckled Kerick fast and furiously, wanting him to come so she could whisper with Karen.

  “True,” Elijah’s deep voice concurred. “Tozeki LeJeune, Kalif Henders, Creagh O’Malley, and…”

  Nellie’s heart began pounding in her ears.

  “…Abdul Kan,” Elijah finished. He snorted, his tone arrogant. “I’m enjoying this, amigo. Those bitches all know by now that you have escaped from Kong. Those bitches are aware that the Grim Reaper has returned from the land of death.”

  Sweet Cyrus. Nellie closed her eyes and sucked faster. Her head bobbed up and down in lightning-fast motions that made her dizzy. She was rewarded for her hard work a few moments later when Kerick’s cock spurted, hot cum shooting down her throat.

  She drained him dry, making certain no juice was left, then turned wide eyes on Karen. “What is going on?” she whispered. She accepted the piece of meat Kerick handed down to her as he continued the conversation with his comrades, eating it out of his palm. She chewed quickly. “Who are you?”

  Karen listened to the talk above-table for a protracted moment, making certain her Master was embroiled in the conversation. “A scientist like you,” she whispered back. “I came here to bring you to the Xibalba but was captured by your Master’s brother in the process.”