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“Suck,” he ordered.
Feeling compelled to obey rather than bite, she sucked as Horas’ talented hand slid between her thighs and teased the delicate, oversensitive flesh there. Sarus’ primary cock dribbled his seed down her throat. She swallowed. It did not vibrate this time, yet the thick flesh invading her mouth began to pulse and its output increased. A few minutes later Sarus roared. Hot jets of his seed went down her throat, and as his cock slowly deflated, she felt her blood begin to surge.
Before she’d finished licking her lips, the two males switched places and Horas’ primary cock soon pulsed in her mouth. She sucked, cheeks hollowing as she worked his cock with her tongue. In short order, he, too, roared and shot his seed down her throat as Sarus strummed and stroked between her legs, keeping her balanced on the knife’s edge of completion. When Horas withdrew from her mouth, he inserted three fingers into her vagina and pumped them, tickling her clitoris with the thumb of his other hand. The manual stimulation launched her once more into orgasm with a bellyful of her mates’ seed. A sense of well-being seeped through her body.
Evangeline lay sweat-soaked on the mattress, her limbs twitching weakly as aftershocks rippled through her body. She moaned softly. A gentle hand lifted her head and a cup pressed against her lips. She sighed after swallowing the cool, refreshing water that dribbled into her mouth.
“Drink, little flame. You must hydrate,” Horas commanded. “The transition will go ill for you if you do not.”
“Transition?” she managed to echo before she drank another mouthful of water.
“Evolution,” Sarus said.
“What do you mean?”
“Within three days you will no longer be merely human,” Horas explained as Sarus licked between her legs and the delicate tissues absorbed his venom. Arousal, strong and hot, surged through her again.
Chapter8
“You deceived me,” she rasped as a wave of heat rolled through her like a flash fever. She panted to cool down. “No one ever said my humanity would be stripped from me.”
“What do you mean?” Sarus asked, eyes narrowing.
“Which part?” she demanded. “The part where I came here uninformed or the part where I lose my humanity?”
“I am more concerned that you were not informed,” Horas said. Tilting his head to one side as he stroked his fingertips down her arm, he added, “I am centuries older than Sarus. Your transition is necessary, for losing a beloved mate to a short human lifespan would decimate our population even further.”
“What do you mean,centuriesolder?”
“The Ahn’hudin day, from dawn to dawn, is slightly longer than a similar planetary rotation on Earth,” he explained. “I have lived for nearly five hundred solar circuits.”
Evangeline translatedsolar circuitstoyear—however long an Ahn’hudi year was—and wanted to protest that such a long lifespan was impossible, but another wave of heat shuddered through her and stole her breath. When it passed and she could focus on his words, Sarus picked up the conversation.
“The conversion benefits you as well as us,” he said. “A female bonded to multiple mates will survive and reproduce until all her mates perish. All males bonded to a female will die if she dies.”
“Our life force will sustain yours,” Horas added. He traced another line down her arm. “The mating hormones in our venom not only bind you to us, but they also adapt your physiology for survival on this planet.”
“I’ll become Ahn’hudi?”What does a female Ahn’hudi even look like?
Horas shook his head and replied, “No, you will not become Ahn’hudi, but a sort of hybrid.”
“What does …oooh,” she ended on a moan as a cramp in her belly struck. Reflexively, her body curled.
“Do we have anything to ease her pain?” Sarus asked as she began to rock in an instinctive and futile effort to quell the pain.
“I’ll summon a healer,” Horas said as their mate moaned again, her skin flushing with the heat sweeping through her. Neither he nor Sarus had ever witnessed a human-to-Ahn’hudi conversion; neither quite knew what to expect. That their soft, pretty female had not been informed of the conversion disturbed him. What else were the brides not told?
While Horas walked from the room to summon a healer, Sarus sat beside the bed, loathing the feeling of helplessness as the conversion process took hold and subjected his mate to terrible pain. She soon began to thrash, murmuring incoherently as fever and pain added delirium to her discomfort. He wished he knew more about human biology to administer painkillers to her, but he did not wish to accidentally poison her with either a potentially toxic substance or an incorrect dosage.
“Well?” he asked when Horas rejoined them.
“The healer said there is little we can do beyond trying to cool her body and making sure she’s hydrated.”
Sarus glanced at their suffering mate and almost regretted having barbed her the day before. “I do not want her to suffer.”
“Nor do I,” Horas replied as he headed to the bathing room. He returned a moment later with a dampened washcloth. Sitting on the mattress, he gently bathed her forehead and cheeks with the cool, damp cloth. “But we must see this through now.”
Sarus closed his eyes in acknowledgement that they’d initiated a process from which there was no return.
