Playing Their Parts

With a low roar, Stone gripped her hips even harder and plunged his thick cock to the hilt inside her. The broad, plum-shaped head of his shaft jammed harshly against the mouth of her womb in a rough kiss and then something hot and wet began pumping into her.

“Yes!” Cassie gasped. This was what she needed, she realized. The feeling of his hot seed…his burning seed…his scalding seed…

Suddenly she realized that it wasn’t just hot—it was scorching. Her pleasure turned abruptly to agony and she began to shriek and writhe helplessly.

“Stop it, Stone—please! It burns! It burns!”

Fifty-Five

Stone watched in horror as his partner went from pleasure to agony in a split second. Cassandra, deeply impaled on his shaft, writhed in anguish and screamed that she was burning…burning…

The Amaryllis Fatalis, he realized, feeling sick. That was what they injected her with!

He supposed he should have guessed it sooner, but he had been too distracted with the horror of having to use her this way—and use her so roughly at that. But at least, before, she had been enjoying the rough treatment, even though Stone didn’t enjoy giving it to her. Now she was in severe pain and it was all his fault.

Horrified, he ripped himself out of her and yanked up his trousers.

“Cassandra?” he gasped, taking her face in his hands. “Cassandra, please—please…”

“Do not worry, Kindred.” Gozeriam’s voice sounded like he was laughing again. “Your ‘Mistress’ will feel better as soon as we put her out of her misery.”

As he spoke, Stone saw a movement from the corner of his eye and realized it was The Beast pointing a blaster at Cassandra’s head.

“No!” At last, the Rage he had been fighting from the moment he walked in and saw his partner strapped to the silver fucking-frame overtook him. A red curtain fell over his eyes and the next thing he knew, Stone had whirled around and was ripping at the other male’s throat with his fangs.

He barely got in a bite, though, before The Beast writhed backwards and changed shape before his eyes, becoming something much shorter and smaller so that Stone’s second bite missed, his teeth clicking on empty air.

He did, however, manage to grab the blaster. He shot low, hitting the Imposter directly in the middle of his mass of writhing tissue just as he was shifting to another shape.

The Beast let out a high, ululating scream and collapsed on the stage in a heap of unidentifiable flesh.

One down, but Stone wasn’t nearly done yet. Turning, he pointed the blaster at Gozeriam—only to see that the slug-like Slimerian was laughing at him. His coterie of female guards stood alertly around him, their long silver spears held at the ready, but none of them moved to try and stop Stone from shooting.

“Go on,” the Slimerian roared, still making his mud-sucking laughter. “Shoot me, Kindred. See how well it works for you.”

Enraged, Stone pointed the blaster and shot a full-force blast—only to see it bounce off the thick layer of slime that covered his enemy.

“Did you think our slime was only for pleasure purposes?” Gozeriam burbled. “It is our armor! No weapon can penetrate it—not laser or metal or fire. We are invulnerable and now you will be dead! You and your partner shall die and we will record it all and pleasure ourselves to it afterwards!”

As he spoke, the female guards began advancing on Stone. He froze, the Rage leaving him abruptly. He could not hurt females. And behind him, he heard the sounds of more guards coming. Soon he would be surrounded. He needed to get Cassandra down from the round silver frame but how could he, if he was fending off Gozeriam’s guards?

As he stood there, momentarily frozen by indecision, he suddenly heard a strong, feminine voice speaking to him.

“The slug is not so invulnerable as he thinks, Warrior,” the voice told him. “You will find what you need to defeat him and end his evil in your own back pocket.”

“Goddess?” Stone asked hoarsely. He could think of no one else who could have spoken with such power. But there was no answer and he had no more time to wonder—he had to act on what the Goddess had said or die.

Reaching into his back pocket, he found something thin and flat. Pulling it out, he recognized it as the pressure-compressed sodium solution he had gotten to kill the wall-crawler he’d seen in the ship, what felt like a hundred cycles ago.

At first he just stared at it. How could this possibly help him? If a shot from a powerful blaster didn’t kill the Slimerian, how could the sodium spray?

Think, whispered a little voice in his head. How does it get rid of the wall-crawlers? It doesn’t actually kill them—it just dissolves their slime and leaves them vulnerable.

Finally, Stone understood. Waving his blaster to draw attention away from his other hand, he stepped forward.