26. J’orn
26
J’ORN
J’orn waited impatiently for them to let him go into the room with Kara. The Rage hovering at the back of his mind made him want to shove his way in and rescue her any way he could. But he had been right—there were guards at the front door and another hovering just outside the room. He didn’t even have his blaster—there was a weapons scanner at the entrance of the brothel that had detected it and he’d been forced to relinquish it before he was admitted inside.
He could smell Kara’s sweet scent—he’d been smelling it for blocks before he got here. Now that he’d tasted her, his body was even more attuned to hers. J’orn thought he could have tracked her by scent alone—never mind the tracking device he’d placed on her.
Finally the door opened and the girl he’d been speaking to at the front desk came out along with two males—one Paradisian and one Frilaxian, from the look of his spikes.
J’orn stiffened, his big hands balling into fists. Had the two of them been using her? Hurting her? He’d fucking kill them! Once more the Rage surged inside him. It was a primitive and possessive response—the berserker fury that came over a Kindred warrior when his woman was threatened.
He eyed the guard and held it back by main force of will. He wasn’t any good to Kara dead. He had to get her out of here and he couldn’t do that if he got in a fight with the fucking guard and then every other guard in the place came running.
“Excuse me, Sir,” the girl said, coming up to him. “I spoke to our two managers and they said they can’t sell the new girl yet—she’s promised to another client. However, you can pay her price and use her for a little while and they’ll be happy to talk about selling her permanently later.”
The thought of some other male “using” Kara made his jaw clenched and his teeth grind together but J’orn made himself nod. He just had to get in there with her and see if she was all right—after that he could worry about how to get her out of here.
“All right,” he said evenly. “I’ll take it. Let me see her.”
“She’ll be happy to see you—she’s going through a Deep Needing right now,” the girl said, as she let him come around to the other side of the reception desk.
“A Deep Needing?” J’orn frowned at her. “What does that mean?”
“Oh, she’s been given a shot of y’thosin,” the girl explained. “That’s a drug that stimulates the erotic areas of the body, so she’ll be very eager to have you in her. In fact, I have to ask that you be sure to finish inside her—she needs a dose of male seed to get over the effects of the shot.”
J’orn’s pulse was pounding. What the fuck had they done to Kara? He’d heard of y’thosin before but had passed it off as nothing but a salacious rumor. Could the terrible things he’d heard about the street drug be true? The fact that it made a female sick with sexual need—that she might die without male seed spurted deep inside her—surely that was some kind of sick exaggeration. Right?
Hoping against hope, he stepped into the dimly lit room and saw a sight that nearly made his heart stop.
Kara was completely naked and strapped to a fucking frame—two sturdy wooden posts with bands at the top and bottom were wound around her wrists and ankles, immobilizing her completely. Her head was down, her hair hanging in her eyes. Her breathing was labored and she was moaning softly to herself.
Even in the dim red light, J’orn could tell that her nipples and pussy were swollen with need. But the sight alone didn’t tell him that. The whole room was thick with her scent—the aroma of a female in heat. J’orn had never smelled anything like it before and though he tried not to react, his body responded to the scent of her need automatically.
He could feel his shaft going rock hard behind his flight leathers—he’d thrown away the green robe before entering the brothel. Now he wished he hadn’t—at least it would have hidden his erection.
But it soon became clear that Kara was past caring about such things. She moaned again, her body writhing in its bonds and hot sound let him know she really was deep in sexual need.
“Kara? Baby?” He walked over to her and lifted her chin. The eyes staring back into his were filled with desire that verged on the razor’s edge of pain.
“J’orn?” Her eyes widened briefly before narrowing in agonizing need. “What…what are you doing here?” she moaned.
“I’m here to take you home, baby,” he assured her. And then he couldn’t help asking, “Did anyone hurt you? Did any other male?—”
“No—no one. Not…not yet,” she panted. “But J’orn, they gave me something…some kind of shot. It…it’s doing something to me. I…I ache inside. I feel so empty .”
“Can I look at you, baby?” he asked anxiously. “See if I can help you?”
She nodded.
“Okay. I just feel empty .”
Her statement concerned him deeply—he couldn’t help thinking of the rumor he’d heard that a female who was given too much y’thosin might die from it…unless she was fucked and filled with cum. But he couldn’t do that to her—couldn’t take advantage when she was in such a vulnerable state. There must be something else he could do for her, he told himself.
He’d had some medic training when he was inducted into the Elite Espionage Corps. Maybe he could help—at least long enough to get her out of here. Because there was no fucking way he was waiting for her to see the other client the receptionist had been talking about.
First he examined her breasts, cupping them gently in his hands. They seemed larger than they had earlier that day during the massage he’d given her—considerably larger. And her nipples were swollen too. When he brushed one tender peak very lightly with his thumb, Kara moaned and jerked against her bonds.
“Please!” she gasped. “Suck them!”
“I shouldn’t,” J’orn protested. But when she moaned again and he heard the pain in her voice, he couldn’t deny her any longer.
Gently he laved her right nipple with his tongue and then sucked it into his mouth. Kara moaned and writhed against her bonds, begging brokenly for more.
“Oh…yes…yes, please!” she cried. “The other one—do the other one too!”
J’orn did as she asked, switching to her left nipple. Gods, he shouldn’t let himself be turned on by this—he was giving Kara what she needed because she’d been drugged! But he couldn’t seem to help himself. His cock was aching in his flight leathers as he teased and sucked her tight peaks.
At last, though, he knew he needed to look lower. Allowing her nipple to slip from his mouth, he ducked his head to peer between her legs. What he saw made him suck in his breath in sympathy.
Kara’s sweet little pussy was swollen with need. So much so that her outer lips were parting on their own, showing her inner folds which were shiny with her honey. Her juices were coating her inner thighs and her clit looked like it was aching to be kissed.
Impulsively, J’orn pressed his mouth to her pussy and bathed the tender bud with his tongue. Kara cried out and bucked her hips towards him, babbling words of pure desperation.
“Yes—please, J’orn! Please, more— more!”
J’orn sucked harder and she came almost at once, her whole body trembling from the whip-crack orgasm that hit her light a lightning strike. He hoped that the release of sexual tension would make her feel better, but to his dismay, it seemed to have the opposite effect.
“J’orn!” she cried, throwing back her head as though she was in pain. “Please, I still need more. I feel so empty inside!”
J’orn knew exactly what she needed and his body was aching to give it to her. But he still had some doubts and reservations.
“Kara,” he said hoarsely, rising to look at her. “Look at me…” He lifted her chin so their eyes met and he saw naked need in her lovely brown depths. “I don’t want to—” he began.
“Please!” she begged brokenly, cutting him off. “Please, J’orn—fuck me! I need you to—I…I feel like I’m going to die if you don’t!”
The pain in her gaze made his heart clench. Gods, he shouldn’t do this but he didn’t have a choice. He couldn’t let her die—not if he could save her. But he was well aware of how she would feel once this was all over—she’d probably be angry and want nothing to do with him.
“Fine,” he said at last. “But I’ll take you from behind—so you don’t have to see me.”
“Just take me…don’t care how!” she panted. “Please… I need you in me!”
J’orn couldn’t hold back any longer. Her need was catching—her scent was so hot it was turning his brain off. Stepping around behind her, he unfastened the magno-tabs that held his flight leathers together and shoved them roughly down around his thighs.
His cock sprang loose, the head already dripping with precum. His knot was aching and he reminded himself dimly that he couldn’t use it—he couldn’t knot her. If he did, they would form a Soul Bond and she wouldn’t be able to get free of him once this was all over.
But for now, all he wanted to do was fuck her—to fill her long and hard with his shaft, which had been aching for the curvy little Elite from the very first minute he met her.
With a low growl, he shoved his cock between her legs and felt her slippery heat sliding over his aching flesh. Kara moaned and tilted her hips back, opening herself for him—begging him to take her.
“J’orn, please!” she moaned.
He couldn’t resist any longer. With a low groan, he impaled her in one long thrust, shoving his aching shaft deep into her wet depths until he was all the way inside her—all but his Mating Fist. Gods, she felt like wet velvet around him—a tight, delicious friction that made his balls go tight with the need to spurt deep inside her hot little slit!
Kara gasped and then pressed back against him—almost as though she was trying to get him even deeper into her.
J’orn knew what she needed and he needed it too. Gripping her hips hard in his hands, he began to fuck.