Slowly, she dragged the big mountain man away, but I didn’t dare stop sucking. I was crying now—filled with fear that either Jake or I was going to die—or maybe both of us. Tainer was crazy and we had been left practically alone with him. He was going to shoot one or both of us—I was certain of that.
There were tears running from my eyes as I continued to suck. The pleasure was gone from this act. Though I still loved Jake’s scent and the feel of him in my hand, I just wanted it to be over.
How can I end this? I thought. How can I make him come?
And then I remembered Ophelia saying something about squeezing his knot.
Carefully, I wrapped my fingers around the broad swelling—it was hotter than the rest of his shaft, I realized—quite a bit hotter, in fact. Ducking my head, I sucked as much of his shaft into my mouth as I could and squeezed gently but firmly.
“Oh, God…Ani!” I heard Jake moan. And then I felt his thickness flex and grow even thicker and something hot hit the back of my throat. Salted caramel again. I swallowed reflexively. And then another shot…and then another and another. I swallowed them all, until my belly began to feel positively full. Was this normal? For him to make so much, I mean?
I didn’t know—I only knew that I didn’t dare stop swallowing and withdraw until there was no more left to swallow. Only then did I let his thick shaft slip from between my lips and lay there panting, my head pillowed on his muscular thigh.
“Ani…” Jake’s voice was low and broken. “I’m so damn sorry. I…I tried to hold off.”
“Ain’t no holding off when a pretty little Royal whore is suckin’ your shaft.” Tainer sounded positively gleeful now—almost manic. “Do it again!” he demanded, waving the gun in my face. “Suck ‘im again—I wanna see you go for round two!”
“But—” I began weakly.
“What’s the meaning of this?” a new voice thundered through the attic room. “Tainer, what in the hell do you think you’re doing?”
SEVENTEEN
Looking past Tainer, I saw that Sorenson had his head and shoulders poking up out of the trapdoor. His scholarly face was twisted in anger as he pointed at the loaded gun Tainer had pointed at my head.
“Oh, Professor Sorenson!” Ophelia gasped. “I tried to stop him—I swear I did! But I think he’s gone to his dark place!”
“Tainer, put down that gun at once!” Sorenson growled, his greenish-yellow eyes flashing angrily. “How dare you point a weapon at the Royal couple?”
Tainer blinked, the wild light slowly fading from his piggy eyes.
“I had to make ‘em get together, Professor!” he protested. “Your way wasn’t workin’. I had to get her to drink a bellyful of his seed so she could be fertile by tomorrow night!”
“You fool—you might have ruined everything!” Sorenson finished climbing into the attic and stormed over. He wrenched the gun out of Tainer’s hand, which caused me to wince, and then pointed a finger in the big hillbilly’s face. “They have to come together naturally, in order for the Royal Omega’s Heat Cycle to come up in time for her to breed under the full moon,” he snarled. “Holding them at gunpoint and forcing them to perform could actually set her Cycle back! It’s not just a hormonal connection—it’s emotional too! Don’t you understand?”
“Don’t know nothin’ about that,” Tainer growled, though he had a hangdog look on his slab of a face. “I was just tryin’ to help.”
“No, you were just trying to force the situation. But it can’t be forced—this is a delicate relationship!” Sorenson snapped. He pointed at the trapdoor that led out of the attic. “Out! From now on, the only ones allowed up here are Ophelia and myself!”
“Aww, but Professor—” Tainer began, sounding like a whiny child.
“Out!” Sorenson thundered, his eyes flashing. “You’ve done enough damage! GET OUT!”
With a last, sullen look at Jake and me, Tainer turned and left the attic. I heard his steps thudding heavily on the wooden stairs and then fading out of sight as he stomped down the hallway.
Still breathing hard, Sorenson turned to Ophelia.
“Couldn’t you stop him?” he demanded, glaring at her. “I thought you said he was stable enough to be involved in this?”
“I thought he was,” she protested. “And anyway, we needed a place that was way out of the way and he’s the only one who had one! Please, Professor—I’m sorry!”
“You get out, too,” Sorenson directed her. “But first, bring back the sheet and blanket that goes on this bed. Let us help the Royal Pair retrieve their dignity.”
“Yes, Professor.” Ophelia nodded and scurried away. I thought Sorenson was going to leave too, but then Jake started talking.
“You think you can cover up what just happened by tossing a blanket over us?” His deep voice was raw and he glared up at the cult leader. “That fucking crazy asshole just forced Ani to suck my cock and swallow…swallow my cum!” His voice faltered but then came back stronger than ever. “You think she’s ever going to get over that? You think either of us will?” he demanded.