Page 9 of Warrior Rescued

Maybe he won’t freak out once he sees I’ve helped him.That was her only hope.

But even as she grabbed the washrag to clean the unconscious demon, she was reminded of the cautionary fable of the frog helping the scorpion across the river. There were some creatures whose nature it was to sting, and this devil looked like just that type of creature.

So, I’ll just have to convince him he can’t survive this hell without me.What else could she do?!

Elena set the bowl of water beside the devil and began washing the sulfur dust off him before it irritated his skin. She couldn’t help the way her mind wandered as she wiped between each finger of his bound hands, careful of his abraded knuckles. Elena smiled, impressed, as she recalled the way he’d broken the crust over the hidden spring to get free. It was pretty ingenious. When he’d fallen through, she’d thought for sure he was a goner. A fall like that would’ve broken both her legs. Then he shattered the thin surface and leapt out of the pit like some sort of superhero. She’d been in awe, albeit aggravated.

I shouldn’t be so surprised you made it out, you are the devil, after all.

She gaped in awe as she cleaned his mountainous pecs, absent of nipples, trailing her rag down the valley between the two perfect muscles. Her finger traced a scar on his abdomen as she counted the ridges.

Six, seven, eight. Jesus, the man has an eight pack!And there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him.

What awed her was that besides his red skin, tail and fangs, he was so similar to humans.

Except, I never saw a man built like this.They existed on television and in movies, but she never saw one in real life, let alone touched him.

Her gaze traveled down the vee of muscles flanking his hips, and even though they disappeared beneath his waistband, she knew exactly where they led. God made man, but the devil made the muscles that pointed like an arrow straight at their cocks.

Does he even have a cock?She chewed her lip as she stared at his kilt, wondering just how similar he was to human men. For all she knew, he could be a she, totally smooth down there, or have tentacles or something.

Don’t do it. Don’t do it.But she was already gingerly lifting the hem of his kilt.

“Oh!” Elena choked, finding him totally nude beneath.

Her mouth hung open as she stared at the beast of a cock between his thighs, her question answered. Nothing could’ve prepared her for this sight. His cock was long and thick even though he wasn’t aroused. The shaft resembled a sex toy, studded from the head all the way to his tight balls. Instead of bulbous, the broad crown was spear-shaped.

Yeah, and that monster would stab right through me, she admonished herself.

Despite how bad of an idea fucking him was, her pussy clenched, picturing the giant beast attempting to cram it into her. A need she hadn’t felt in a long time roared to life, leaking down her thighs. The temptations of the devil were just too much.

Payim quo Desero

This is pure torture.

Payim squeezed his eyes shut, biting the inside of his mouth, desperately trying to calm his heart and breathing as the petite female washed him, her delicate little fingers working their way slowly, methodically down his chest. Desire was the last thing he expected to feel after awakening tied up, but there was something perversely erotic about being bound and at her mercy as she bathed him.

What is that scent?He wanted to groan aloud but repressed it.

Adding to his torment, her heady delicious perfume filled the cave, making him salivate. He’d never realized human females smelled so irresistible. Had she smelled this way earlier? He didn’t think so, but was too inundated to recall. He wanted to run his nose all over her until he found the source of the tantalizing scent.

Cool air hit his shaft followed by a stunned gasp. Payim’s eyes flew wide to find the little female looking beneath his vestment. Her pink mouth hung open in shock, looking way too inviting, sending a rush of blood filling his shaft.

“I have to get the caustic dust off,” she mumbled, sounding anxious.

He instantly felt like a savage.

Stop,he reprimanded himself.She’s trying to assist you, you demented mongrel!

Except his body refused to listen, and all he could picture was mounting her little body as he sank his fangs into the gentle curve of her neck.

“No, no, no,” she declared, mortified, when his arousal continued to swell.

The way she stared at him, frozen, she was obviously innocent when it came to male anatomy, and he was giving her a jarring education she didn’t deserve after what she’d been through. His inner beast didn’t care about what was honorable, though. His head spun and he teetered on the brink, fighting the urge to break free, pin the innocent creature to the ground and slake his lust rutting atop of her.

Elena

Of its own volition the hand holding the washrag trailed down the length of his cock. Through the rag, she stroked him, and his shaft pulsed in response, the knots along its length growing more pronounced. She circled his balls, paying thorough attention to every crack and crevice as she washed. The cool sensation of the rag in contrast to his warm flesh made her burn hotter. She shouldn’t be doing this, and yet she couldn’t resist the feel of the silky skin along his rock-hard length. His body was to die for and his masculine scent was enough to make her weep.

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