“Can I offer you milk for my freedom?”
“You offer me something that I can take for myself? Decline.”
She shivered as he nuzzled her breasts, and she felt the change. He knelt in front of her and started to suck. He wrapped his arms around her, and she winced at the stabbing pain in her ribs. When he tightened his grip, she cried out, and he stopped.
“What is wrong?”
Khytten shivered; his voice sounded all dark and sexy. “A constrictor caught me and knocked me out. I think I have a broken rib.”
He muttered something hostile.
“Um, Patron, can you take some milk and then give it to me?”
“How much?”
“A mouthful should do.”
He chuckled. “You will owe me for parting with it.”
“Right. I will try and make it up to you. Please.”
She put what she needed into it, and when he drew, she hoped that he didn’t swallow. He came up and kissed her; the sweetness ran down her throat. She shuddered and focused. The throbbing pain receded, and her abrasions healed.
“Eleven, how are you doing that?”
“My milk is a building block. I can make it create whatever effect I like.”
He stroked her breasts lightly. “What do you put into it for me?”
She blushed. “I wanted to make it tasty and satisfying.”
“No addiction?”
“Um, no. I can’t affect behaviour, just physiology and biology.”
“You added something.” He chuckled and licked at her. “What was it?”
“Stronger and faster.”
He chuckled. “Not more stamina?”
“Um, no. That was fine. I just wanted to give you something since you were so kind to me.”
“Kind?” His hands stroked her breasts. “I don’t recall being kind.”
“Well, you could have been the kind of asshole who shackles a woman to the ceiling and floor in a negligee. Or the kind that ransoms freedom while she has her tits out...”
He barked a laugh. “So, you are feeling better.”
“Yeah, my milk does wonders. Can I offer you any other biological enhancements that you would like?”
He was behind her, kissing her neck while cupping her breasts. “No, I think I am good. I mean, a smaller penis might be nice and stop the complaints, but then, there is one woman who took me and asked for me to go harder.”
“Sounds a bit freaky.”
“Oh, she was, but I am delighted to be on the receiving end of her attentions.”
She shivered. “Would you accept sex as ransom payment?”
“Hm... to collect, I would have to deliver you safely home.”
“Just... wait. Why are you in here when there are a bunch of henchmen out there?”
He chuckled. “No, there aren’t.”
“Oh, that is what the blood is all about. Why are you still invisible?”
“I did not think that you would take to my appearance. My features can be unpleasant when I am working.”
She swallowed. “So, you kill people a lot?”
“I can get into terrorist strongholds more easily than any other agent of Aksalla. That kind of skill costs.”
“Oh.” Of course, he would be a citizen of the most exclusive country on the continent. She couldn’t even visit. It was impossible to get a visitor’s visa; she had had to sneak in to attend to her parents and had gotten caught and ejected.
She laughed at herself.
“What was that laugh?”
“It was for a moment of fancy. You come from a very beautiful country.”
His tone changed. “Have you been there?”
“Yes, years ago. I used my visa application and enjoyed the landscapes.” It was true, as far as it went.
“You entered illegally, took care of your family after a crash, and were ejected with prejudice a month later.” He kissed her neck again, his tongue drawing a pattern on the skin.
“So, to be clear, there is no other person alive here?”
“Just you and I.” He stroked his hand down the front of her gown. “I am seriously considering your offer of rescue sex.”
She shifted her legs, and she cleared her throat. “I do need you to do one more thing for me before that is a possibility.”
“What?” His tone was politely curious.”
“Remove the sex toys that they belted into me.”
“You kept up this entire conversation so well.” He moved his hand down a few inches and felt the belt. He chuckled. “Look at that.”
He knelt at her feet and moved his hand up her leg to undo the belt.
He removed two huge dildos that made her wince when they came out. She groaned in relief.
“You could have spoken sooner.”
“I have been able to ignore it, but if you want to have sex, I need a minute to recover.”
He stood and said, “Your ankles are free.”
The manacles fell off in chunks. She flexed her hands. “What about these?”
“They are fine where they are for now.”
He pressed his body to hers. “You know, it was your friend Zera who tipped me off.”
She could feel his erection against the silk. “How did she know?”
“Your kidnapping was determined by an examiner in the rubble of your apartment.”
“Rubble?” Her shoulders slumped. “Right. They blew me up.”
He whispered. “They did what?’
“They blew up my apartment with me in it, then came along, and were shocked to find me awake. I got a kick to the head and woke up here. Well, not here. In another room that probably has a dead guy in it.” She looked toward where she thought his face was. “They said that they were supposed to kill me. A precog had ordered it. Fortunately, most folks might be revolted, but they still get horny when I am around. That was enough of a distraction.”
“They targeted you?”
“Yes, and addressed me as milkmaid and little cow. I hate those names.” She grimaced. “The moment they called me that, someone was going to die.”
He laughed and then kissed her, and her aching shoulders got some relief when he lifted her against him. Suddenly, getting unshackled wasn’t high on her list of priorities.
Chapter Thirteen
“You are sure you are no longer in pain.” His tone was stern.
She smiled at where she thought his face was. “I am sure. I feel fine.”
“You agree that your clothing is ruined?”
She
