27. Clair #2
His dirty talk, delivered in that deep, gravelly voice as his crimson eyes burned into her, should have repulsed Clair. Instead, it sent a forbidden, liquid heat pooling between her thighs.
The virus was stripping away every civilized layer from the big Hybrid—exposing a raw, possessive desire that somehow mirrored the depth of her own hidden feelings—twisted and amplified into something monstrous but Clair didn’t care about that. She only cared about saving Kaelus.
Taking a deep breath, she leaned forward before she could lose her nerve.
She didn’t know how to do this gracefully, not under these circumstances.
She’d never been with a man anywhere near as big as Kaelus.
Her ex had barely been the size of one of the big Hybrid’s fingers and now she was contemplating the most massive cock she’d ever seen.
How was she going to get all this in her mouth?
Well, there was nothing to do but start, Clair told herself.
She pressed a tentative, kiss to the broad head where the bead of precum was.
The taste was salty, hot, and uniquely Kaelus.
Oh God—she liked it, she realized. Liked it and wanted more.
Heart pounding, she kissed more deeply, tracing the small slit at the tip with her tongue to get more of his flavor.
A shuddering groan tore from Kaelus’s throat, and his hips jerked against the restraints.
“Yes… use that sweet mouth, baby! Take me deeper—take my cock deep,” he growled hoarsely.
Encouraged by his reaction—and by the sheer, desperate necessity of what she was doing—Clair opened her lips and took him into her mouth.
She could only manage a few inches—the width was stretching her jaw.
But she did the best she could, swirling her tongue around the wide head, licking away his pre-cum.
As she sucked and licked, she was hoping desperately that the curative compounds from the veloria nectar were present in her saliva, and that they were seeping into him. She couldn’t be sure if they were or not, but at least Kaelus seemed to be enjoying himself.
“Gods, yes… suck my cock, Clair,” he growled. “Suck it deeper—let me fuck that pretty mouth!”
His words, filthy and graphic, washed over her as she bobbed her head, establishing a rhythm. She stroked the thick pole of flesh with both hands as she sucked, kneeling between his thighs.
As she worked on him, one of the big Hybrid’s hands, still manacled, clenched into a fist, the metal groaning in protest. The other strained against its restraint, the thick band of alloy bending visibly, screeching against the force of his pull.
“I’m gonna come,” he snarled, his voice a hungry growl. “I’m gonna flood that pretty throat. Swallow it, Clair. Take it all—take my seed!”
The last word was almost a roar and Clair had the idea that if his hands were free, the big Hybrid would have shoved her head down to make her take even more of his shaft down her throat.
Since his hands were manacled to the arms of the chair, however, he thrust up instead, shoving the broad head to the back of her throat.
His release hit without further warning—hot, salty spurts flooded her mouth—so much more than she expected! Clair swallowed reflexively—once…twice…then over and over, driven by the dual imperatives of not choking and trying to deliver the cure.
“Fuck yes, baby!” Swallow it! Take it all!” Kalus roared.
The huge shaft throbbed violently against her tongue and his whole body went rigid in the chair, a raw, guttural growl echoing in the sterile lab.
And all Clair could do was swallow as fast as she could as he came and came and came…would he never stop? And why did swallowing his seed make her pussy feel so hot and wet? Clair didn’t know and didn’t want to know. She did her best to shove the thoughts away.
When the big Hybrid finally stilled, she pulled back, panting, her lips feeling bruised and used. But that didn’t matter—all that mattered was that she’d given him the cure. Had she given him enough, though? Had it worked?
Clair looked up hopefully, searching his face.
For a handful of heartbeats, Kaelus’s eyes were clear, blazing gold. Agony and worry warred in his expression.
“Clair… Gods, Clair, what have I made you do?”
“You didn’t make me do anything—I did it to you, not the other way around,” Clair insisted. “And look—you’re back to normal. Well, mostly,” she added, looking down at his shaft which was still obscenely erect and jutting up from between his muscular thighs.
“It did work,” Kaelus admitted. “But I can feel that it’s not enough. The fire is banked but it’s not out. Please, Clair—go before I break these restraints and hurt you!”
He was right, Clair realized. Even as he pleaded, the crimson began seeping back into his irises, obscuring the gold. The compound in her saliva, transmitted through his orgasm, had been a potent dose, but not a complete antidote. The virus was fighting back.
And he was right about something else—the restraints were failing. The metal around his right wrist was visibly distorted, stretched and twisted—he could break free at any second.
Terror threatened to freeze her. But then she remembered Maera’s calm, confident voice during one of their research sessions.
“You and I discovered the connection with the veloria but even before that, the women of Titus Four have known for generations, my dear. The way to a male’s heart, and to his sanity, is through his desire. We tame them with pleasure…we anchor them with our own bodies.”
This wasn’t just about transmitting a compound anymore. It was about taming the savage, Clair thought—anchoring Kaelus with her own body…her own pleasure.
She had to go all the way.
“Clair, please go!” Kaelus begged again. “I can feel my sanity fading!”
“No,” she said, her voice gaining strength. “I’m not going anywhere—I’m finishing this.”
With shaking hands, she reached under the simple green dress she wore and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties.
She shoved them down her thighs and stepped out of them, kicking them aside.
The cool air of the lab found its way under her flared skirt and kissed her bare skin—a stark contrast to the inferno building in the room.
Kaelus watched her, his crimson eyes devouring every movement and it was clear the viral lust had taken over again.
“Going to ride me, are you, little human?” he growled, a cruel smile touching his lips. “Think you can take all of me? I’ll fucking split you in two!”
He was right but Clair ignored him. She had to do this—she had to deliver a dose big enough to stop the virus. No matter how much it hurt, she had to save the man she loved.
But before she could climb on to the massive chair with him, the big Hybrid’s voice changed again and the red in his eyes flickered to show a fragment of his true self.
“Wait,” he rasped, the word strained. “Clair, please… if you’re determined to do this, let me… let me prepare you. My saliva… it has compounds. Elasticity enhancers. Lubricants. Without it… gods, I’ll tear you apart.”
“You want to taste me first?” Clair asked, frowning.
Desperately, he nodded.
“Just let me prepare you—please! I don’t want to hurt you, Lissa’ra!”
Clair bit her lip—should she do it? Letting him taste her would put certain, delicate areas near to his elongated fangs again. However, he hadn’t cut her with them when they were kissing. She hoped he would have restraint in tasting her too.
All right, so how to manage it?
She looked the big Hybrid over, her mind racing over the chair’s design. It was a medical restraint chair. There had to be a… there. Clair’s eyes widened when she saw it—a lever near the base. Using both hands, she grabbed it and pulled.
With a hydraulic hiss, the back of the chair reclined several degrees, putting Kaelus at a slight angle.
“That’s good—now straddle my face,” Kaelus ordered hoarsely. “Let me taste you, Clair—let me help you open.”
Clair felt her heart squeeze in her chest. She knew what was happening—it was the scientist in Kaelus, fighting through the madness to protect her. He wanted to make sure she understood what to do—how to help her take his massive shaft deep inside without hurting her.
It made sense to let him do this, she decided. And a part of her craved it—that intimate, worshipful act from the man she knew—not the virus-driven beast.
“All right.” She nodded, her heart hammering against her ribs.
“Good girl—come here. Ride my face and let me taste you.”
His eyes flashed red again—who was talking to her? Kaelus or his lust? Clair didn’t know and didn’t have time to find out.
She climbed onto the chair, straddling his broad chest. The position was utterly vulnerable, offering herself to his mouth while he was still partially bound. She lowered herself until her pussy hovered just above his face.
The red in his eyes flared, but his movements were controlled and precise.
His hands might be restrained, but his head was free.
He didn’t lunge at her though—instead, he lifted his head and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her outer lips, so tender it made Clair’s heart fist in her chest. Then his tongue swept out in a long, flat, devastating lick.
Clair cried out, her hands flying to grip the headrest of the chair. This was different from the night before when Varell had been instructing the big Hybrid on what to do. There was no hesitant exploration—no lesson to follow. This was hunger—pure and simple.
Kaelus licked into her eagerly, his tongue spearing inside her entrance, fucking her with slow, deliberate strokes before zeroing in on her clit. He circled it, sucked it, and lavished it with attention, all while groaning against her flesh, the vibrations driving her wild.
“Fuck—tastes so fucking good,” he muttered, his words muffled. “So sweet and wet. Gonna make you come all over my face, baby. Then I’m gonna fuck you full of my cum.”
The obscene promise, coupled with the relentless skill of his tongue, pushed Clair swiftly to the edge.