Free Heat by R. Lee Smith Page A

second to what?” Kane asked, spitting the words out through tightly-clenched teeth.
    “Raping me.”
    She was staring at the bulge beneath his hand, and he caught her meaning at last.
    He nodded. “But I’m not going to kill you unless you make me,” he said. “I want to keep you as long as I can.”
    He couldn’t stand it any more. Sweat was pouring down his body and his blood was pounding through him like a hammer, keeping time with the throbbing of his cock. His seed sat in him like molten lead, and whether the female was ready or not, it had to come out. Kane wrenched his coverings open and gripped his cock, not entirely unmindful of the human’s sharp flinch, but beyond the ability to care.
    “You’re going to rape me,” she said dully.
    “Not yet,” he hissed, moving his fist hard, feeling nothing yet but the churn of Heat pricking deep in his tsesac.
    She watched him with huge eyes as he forced himself to a curt, spastic release, and her eyes only got bigger when he rubbed his cum into his rigid cock and kept on. His whole gut was on fire. This fucking weather!
    When he managed a second spurt of quick-cum, he craned his neck to see the monitor in his open pack. Only eleven minutes had passed since he had begun.
Chok
.
    “Do you want…um…”
    “Now is not the time to annoy me.” He dropped his hand to the swollen burn of his tsesac and ground at it, trying to will it to react to the oils of his quick-cum. The pain was exquisite and the act was futile.
    “I could give you a blowjob.”
    Her voice was a knife of irritation going in deep beneath the frustration and growing rage that already twisted through him. Kane squeezed his eyes open and stared at her through streams of sweat, scarcely able to comprehend any of her language, much less the last word. “A what?”
    She seemed a little stymied by explanation. Her eyes twitched toward his moving hand and she dropped hesitantly to her knees and came towards him.
    Kane rocked back at once, raising one foot to kick her. He flexed the talons warningly in her face, baring his teeth. “Seven hours!” he snarled.
    She looked more affronted than afraid. “I’m not going to fuck you, I’m just going to help you out a little.”
    Kane lowered his talons to grip the ground again. Help, she’d said, as if he could believe that. “Fuck?”
    Raven made a circle of her two fingers and thrust another rapidly through it in a crude but perfectly understandable demonstration. “Fuck,” she said. “You Tarzan, me Jane, we fuck.”
    Oh. Funny, he’d thought the word a curse when he’d heard it used earlier. Then again, Jotan used all but the most academic words for ‘sex’ to swear by. Maybe there were such a thing as universal curses.
    Kane closed his eyes and leaned back against the tree, wincing as another spasm clawed its way insistently up from his tsesac. “Seven hours,” he said again. And she had better be ready for it, because he intended to fuck her right down through this shit-begotten planet and out the other side.
    Still…listening to her at least gave him something besides Heat to occupy his mind. “What’s a blowjob?”
    Her hand closed around his cock, just above his.
    He jerked back and swung, knocking her down hard enough to actually flip her completely over and onto her belly. “
Don’t
!” he roared. “Don’t do that!”
    She raised her head and swiped hair out of her face. Her eyes were curtained in shadow, but they gleamed at him watchfully.
    “You are not clean!” he spat. “And if I can stand to wait seven hours until you are, you sure as
chok
can, too! Stay down!”
    Raven slid up to her knees, moving like she was poised on a pane of too-thin glass over a sea of spikes. She never took her eyes from him. Softly, she said, “Sometimes it helps if someone else does it. We can do this and be safe. I promise I’m clean enough for that.”
    Heat cramped up with devastating force, sending a shudder through Kane so violent, it