Hidden Rage: Kindred Tales

“He was saying how he was going to…to rape me tonight after you gave me to him.” Bobbi swallowed hard. “And…and he was saying that I would love it—that I would beg him for it—crap like that. At the time, I thought it was just his huge ego talking. Guys like that always think they’re God’s gift to women and nobody can resist them. But now I think…” She rubbed her forehead again. “I think he must have been planning this all along. He knew he was going to slip that drug into my drink—only he was thinking that your father would give me to him, so he’d be reaping the benefits of my overwhelming horniness right about now.”

The thought made her shiver. Just because she felt like an invisible vibrator was teasing her and she was desperate to orgasm, did not mean she was dying to have sex. It just meant that she was incredibly horny—though she didn’t think any amount of the red-hand aphrodisiac could make her horny enough to want a Saurian dick diddling her private parts—especially not one attached to that bastard, Zerlix.

“That asshole,” she muttered, clenching her hands into fists again. “God, I wish I could punch him! I’d like to break his nose for what he did to me!”

“I’m afraid you’d only break your hand,” Dragon told her. “Saurians have incredibly dense, heavy bones. And they have no noses to break—just nostril slits.”

“Goddamnit!” Bobbi swore. Then she took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Getting upset wasn’t going to help this situation—the damage was done. Now she had to figure out how to deal with it. “Okay…okay,” she said, running both hands through her hair distractedly. “So you’re sure what he gave me was this, uh, red hand potion stuff?”

“I’m afraid it was—you have all the symptoms,” Dragon rumbled. “The red hands—well, red fingertips, anyway—a burning sensation when you try to, er, help yourself, the unbearable urge to be bred—”

“Whoa now, hold on there, cowboy!” Bobbi held up both hands to stop him. “Nobody said I wanted to be bred. And in case you’re in doubt, let me make it clear—I don’t.”

Dragon frowned.

“But it’s the only cure for the red-hand potion—the only way to ease your ache and bring you to a release that will stop the yearning.”

Bobbi put a hand on her hip.

“So you’re under the impression that all I need to get over this freaking drug I’ve been given is a serious session of deep dicking?”

His frown deepened.

“You speak the Saurian language very well, but sometimes you lose me. What is a ‘cowboy?’ And what do you mean by ‘deep dicking’?”

“I mean that most women don’t come just from penetration,” Bobbi burst out. “It’s a proven, scientific fact! What most women need to come—what I need to come—is clitoral stimulation, which is exactly what I can’t give myself because every time my pussy comes in contact with my fingers or anything else, it feels like I’m rubbing against hot coals or something!”

“That’s because only the touch of male flesh against your own can bring you relief,” Dragon said patiently. He gave her a regretful look. “I don’t want to do this, Bobbi, but I’ll hold you down if I have to.”

“You’re saying you’ll rape me, is that it?” she demanded and she didn’t like the way her voice was shaking. He was so much bigger than her and there was nowhere to hide in here—they were locked in!

Dragon frowned and rubbed his temples.

“I don’t want to hurt you! I wanted to wait until you felt for me the same way I feel for you, little feela! But allowing a female who has ingested the red hand potion to remain un-bred is as good as murder! You can literally die from the effects if they’re left untreated.”

“I…I don’t believe you,” Bobbi said, backing away from him. “You’re just saying that to get in my pants. Er…under my dress,” she amended, since she didn’t have any pants on to speak of.

Dragon shook his head. He still wasn’t pursuing her. In fact, he sat down on the couch and just looked at her intently.

“The red-hand potion works by causing your body to dump more and more lust hormones into your bloodstream,” he said. “It also causes increased heart rate and breathing. If you don’t get some relief soon, your heart could actually explode, Bobbi.” He shook his head. “Surely you can see I can’t let that happen to you. I Claimed you, which makes me responsible for your wellbeing.”

“So first you kidnap me to keep me safe and now you’re going to fuck me to save my life?” Bobbi demanded sarcastically. “I don’t think so, Dragon! I’m not letting you anywhere near me!”

He raised his hands in a gesture of truce.

“Do I look like I’m following you? Chasing you?”