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.Her suffering broke through his well-conditioned response of fear and revulsionin a way that nothing else would have. You re hurting. And your presence is making it worse, she snapped.Letting go of the abused frame, he turned to leave. I ll get Helax. JOON S TEMPTATION Evanne Lorraine No. Her tortured voice twisted into his gut, stopping him cold. Helax is aprovocateur--a catalyst--and only fertilization will stop the cramping. It would take both of us? he asked, stunned. Don t worry about it. She bent over, wrapping her slender arms around hertorso.She breathed in shallow pants for long minutes before the spasm eased. I won task that of you.I m going into stasis early.I ll sleep through the fertility cycle. He nodded curtly.Though, the gesture was pointless.She d already lookedaway, readying herself for another attempt to mount the sleeping pod.Unable to look away from her round little bottom, he stayed.A small whimper escaped from her throat, and then she fell, rolling into a fetalposition, clutching her knees to her chest.His feet closed the distance between them without him forming any consciousintent to move. Let me help you. It s never been this bad, she said, grating the words out, pain coating eachsyllable she uttered.Guilt swamped him as he realized that this was his fault.He was doing this,making her suffer.His presence was hurtful to her.He knew the sick feeling of beingtortured.Knew exactly how horrible it was to be compelled to endure unwantedintimacy.And yet, he couldn t walk away from her while she was in so much pain.Gently, he scooped her up, intending to settle her in the sleep chamber.She waswarm, soft, and so fragile in his arms.The reality of holding her threatened to destroy him.Careful not to bruise hertender flesh, he moved as if he were balancing a priceless relic.But then, her bodyarched so fast and with such strength, he had to tighten his grip on slight bones or riskdropping her.He did the only thing he could think of to comfort her.He brushed his lips acrosshers.She opened her mouth to whimper and his tongue slipped in for a deeper taste ofher mysterious sweetness.For a few minutes, she eased in his arms.Then another cry of pain tore from herconstricted throat.Instinct overrode judgment.The need to ease her suffering was a primal urge-- stronger than any otherconsideration--even stronger than self-preservation.She wrapped herself around him, her slender thighs encircling his hips and herarms winding around his neck.Her undershirt was tugged off and the thin fabric of herpanties was easily ripped away.His uniform was peeled down in seconds, toeing off hisboots, he stepped out of it, kicking free of the knot of cloth without disturbing his grip onher bottom.Too late, he recognized the spicy under layer he d sampled in her kiss.The tasteshould have warned him, but he d ignored the danger.Now, her scent was stronger,unmistakable, and heady.She was hurting, fertile, and aroused.His cock responded to her need, hardening into steel, dripping with pre-cum, and JOON S TEMPTATION Evanne Lorrainelocking on her entrance like a heat-seeking shot fired from the ship s weapons.Thereaction had been pure instinct, blindsiding him--like everything about the witch. Sorry, she groaned, undulating against him and working the head of hiserection into her core.Stumbling, he moved toward the wall, where he could pin in her place and thrustinto her hot, tight, wet, channel.There was only one imperative in his mind--filling her with his seed.Over andover again, until her pain stopped, or he died.And he didn t care which came first.She weighed no more than an armful of syn-down.He crossed the distancecareful not to jar her.He snagged his uniform from the deck, using it to cushion herback, before pressing her firmly against the wall. Tell me if I m hurting you. Not hurting--helping, she panted. Good. He bored into her softness.Moving as slowly as possible, he hit abarrier.But, her need compelled him to push deeper.So, he simply pressed harder anddidn t stop until he was completely buried in the tight clasp of her liquid heat. Goddess, have mercy, she whimpered, writhing against the root of his cock.The sensation was the sweetest torture, threatening his sanity, but there was nosickness and no terror.And then he felt something strange.It started with a tingling at the base of his shaft and grew rapidly more intense.Almost afraid to look, he stared down at where they were merged.Hundreds of tentacles had sprung to life from his pubis.As soon as they madecontact with her tender flesh, they writhed wildly, meshing with her soft folds. By the Gods. He flexed his hips, attempting to withdraw.The effort came toolate.Her hips simply followed his--her sex completely locked with his. What is that? Joon asked him calmly.But, her wide eyes locked on thewrithing tendril still erupting from the base of his cock. I don t know, he admitted, sickly fascinated by the phenomena. It never happened before, when& Her words trailed off in a throaty moan. No, he answered sharply and then asked, Is it hurting you? He held his breath, afraid of her answer.She bit her lip. You re killing me--with ecstasy. Then her tight sheath milked him with gentle contractions as she tipped over theedge into a blissful release.Her orgasm filled him with tender pride, but it didn t trigger his release.His ballstightened further, sending a shard of fresh pain through his erection.* * * *No sooner had the last of the maddeningly erotic flutters from her slit eased, whenthe next round of heated contractions began.Her sheath began to spasm around hissteely shaft.Another climax seizing her, plunging her back into rapture.Finally, the milking contractions slowed
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