Page 40 of Kidnapped By the Beast

Brandt kept moving the toy, his voice rough with reverent praise.

“That’s it. Breathe through it, sweetheart. Come nice and hard while I fuck you—Gods, you’re perfect.”

Lexi couldn’t have disobeyed even if she’d wanted to. The pleasure went on and on until she was weak and trembling, tears spilling down her cheeks from the intensity.

“God…Dr. Brandt, please!” she moaned.

At last, she couldn’t take it anymore. She collapsed onto her side, the suction cups still tugging, the toy still half inside her. Her whole body felt overloaded, and her vision blurred, gray creeping at the edges.

And then she knew no more.

20

BRANDT

Brandt stood frozen for a moment, staring at Alexandra sprawled weakly on the moss-padded table. Her breasts were still trapped in the suction cups, nectar dribbling sluggishly down the tubing. Her pussy trembled around the thick implement buried deep inside her. Her soft pink lips were parted and her breath was shallow. Her long lashes fluttering as though she was dreaming.

Poor little human…

His chest ached—he had pushed her too hard—had taken too much from her.

He carefully grasped the base of the alien device still buried in her pussy.

“Easy now,” he muttered under his breath, though she was far too far gone to hear him. Slowly, he began to withdraw it.

Lexi moaned softly, her hips giving a weak jerk, as the ridges dragged against her swollen inner walls. The curved appendage’s tendrils released her clit with a wet, sucking sound, and at last the bulbous head slid free of her body with an obscene wet noise.

Brandt’s jaw tightened. Her slickness coated the implement, nectar and arousal mingled together. He set it aside, then glanced down at her exposed pussy.

Gods. She was red and puffy, her inner lips glistening, her little hole still twitching from aftershocks. The sight made his cock pulse painfully—but it also made guilt spear through him.

I pushed her too far. She wasn’t ready for this. I should have slowed down. She trusted me to take care of her, and I treated her like a specimen instead of a person.

He brushed his knuckles lightly down the curve of her thigh, trying to soothe his conscience, but her soft moan at even that small touch only twisted his heart further.

“She’ll be all right,” Dr. TOo-loo said, stepping closer, his tone calm. “This is to be expected. A first full milking is hard on a female’s system.”

Brandt looked up sharply.

“She fainted. That seems far from ‘expected.’”

Dr. Too-loo waved one long purple hand.

“The Bacillus Aurum is establishing itself—it takes its toll.”

“There is a care room where you can help her recover,” T’linga offered.

“Yes, take her to the care room.” Dr. TOo-loo urged. “She needs rest, and she needs care. And perhaps…” His voice dropped, his second set of eyes narrowing. “She may soon need nourishment from you.”

Brandt frowned.

“What do you mean, nourishment?”

The Terian’s smile was faint but knowing.

“It is quite common. After a milking, a female often craves her master’s seed. It is not simple desire—it is biological. The Bacillus drives the need. Do not be shocked if she begs to take you in her mouth.”

Brandt’s entire body went rigid as guilt stabbed him.