Free Flames of Arousal by Ruth D. Kerce

pulled her outfit open, and she pushed one of her long nipples past his lips.
    He automatically sucked. Some substance emitted from her nipple, filling his mouth.
    “Mmm.” He sucked harder, faster. Addictive. He reached up and squeezed her breast, forcing more liquid down his throat. He couldn’t get enough.
    Vaguely, he realized the minions could talk because they were whispering in his ears. He couldn’t understand them, but his cock hardened nevertheless, as if their words were sexually charged and his body knew it. Or maybe the liquid he sucked increased his need.
    Lizard-girl kneeled between his thighs, holding the needle.
    He pulled away from camel-girl, leaving her nipple wet and still leaking fluid.
    “Um…what are you going to do with that? I mean, exactly where do you plan to stick it?” All of a sudden, his cock didn’t feel so hard anymore.
    Her hand circled his now-flaccid member.
    Tensing up, he took a deep breath, expecting her nails to shred his cock and balls.
    Instead, she rubbed and tugged. Pumped and massaged.
    “Ah…” She possessed some talent at this. The two camel minions sucked on his flat nipples. Oh, yeah. He felt hard as steel in no time and needed to come. Lizard-girl lowered her head, and her long tongue actually wrapped around his balls.
    Fuck ! His whole body shook. Then before he realized her intentions, lizard-girl stuck the needle into the head of his cock.
    On a roar of agony, he pulled against the twins’ hold and almost managed to get loose. If his balls hadn’t been wrapped so tightly…
    Lizard-girl pulled out the needle, and the pain immediately subsided. Her tongue withdrew, sliding along his balls in the process.
    He jerked. “Fucking bitch,” he whispered. Exhausted, he collapsed against the mattress and passed out.
     

 

     
     

Chapter Four

 

     
     

     
    Sand Moon
     
    As Kam’s image came into her mind, Halah rubbed her temple. Not what or who she needed to be visualizing right now. That damn man popped into her brain too often and at the most inopportune times. She had never allowed any man to affect her like Kam Nextor seemed to, and it aggravated the hell out of her.
    A strange sense of worry rolled through her, all of a sudden. Worry for him. Stupid.
    Why should she care what happened to him? If she did, her concern would only be because he still might know something about Josella. Wishful thinking perhaps, but she had nowhere else to turn now for information. She’d tried tracking Josella with her orbiter’s computer, but never picked up a full Sunevian signal.
    Unfortunately, Kam was on Xylon and she was here, which did her no good.
    Even if she were able to contact him, that didn’t mean she’d ever fully trust him again. Although, maybe good reasons existed for what he’d done on Marid. Given their circumstances, she hadn’t the opportunity to speak with him since that day. She hadn’t wanted to speak with him, she’d been so angry. If his orbiter had even approached hers, she probably would have blasted him out of space. And to tell the truth, she was still angry.
    Josella may never even have been here on the Sand Moon. The whole story could have been a lie. She felt her body temperature rise with her frustration.
    Get a grip on your emotions , Halah , she chastised herself. Kam had been looking out for himself, just like she was now looking out for herself. While on Marid, she should have known and prepared for the possibility of betrayal from him. Too manic for information about Josella, she’d lowered her guard more than she should have.
    Warrior Rule 120—expect betrayal from all sources. Warrior Rule 126—always have a backup plan. Warrior Rule 12—don’t let your emotions rule your decisions. She’d always had an excellent memory for rules. Following those rules, well…
    She mentally shook the picture of the handsome Warrior from her head. She had more important things to think about right now. Like her freedom.
    Sitting in