Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Cursing hoarsely, he left the ship and looked around. Where had the screaming come from? Where was she and who had her?
Goddess, help me! he prayed, just as he had when he’d dived into the river to save her. Help me find her!
As if in answer to his prayer, he heard her screaming again—a high-pitched desperate sound.
T’zaren oriented himself towards it and took off at a dead run, as fast as he could go. He could feel the protective Rage welling inside him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge of reason but none of that mattered now.
All that mattered was getting to Lucille before it was too late.
TWENTY-ONE
LUCY
“Help me! Help! Stop!” Lucy shrieked at the top of her lungs as the disgusting lizard man reached for her. Her skirt was pushed up and her panties had been pulled off, leaving her horribly bare and vulnerable.
The lizard leader had taken off his trousers and codpiece and he had a long, scaly dick that looked like a diseased zucchini poking out from between his thighs. There was no way she wanted that disgusting thing anywhere near her! And yet he was getting closer and closer and still nobody was coming to help. The little cottages of the villagers were shut tight and T’zaren was nowhere to be seen.
Two of the lizard men were holding her now—one on either side—as their boss lined up the oozing green head of his disgusting dick with her pussy. His balls—apparently his species did have them—dangled just under his shaft like two rotten avocadoes.
Lucy had her thighs clamped tightly shut—he wasn’t getting his revolting equipment in her without a fight! But she was horribly frightened it was a fight she was going to lose.
“Now just hold ssstill, girly,” the head lizard-man was hissing. “Can’t wait to get my shaft in that tight little cunt of yoursss…”
At that moment one of the guards holding Lucy let out a low cry and crumpled to the ground. As he fell, he lost his grip on her, leaving her free on one side at least.
She had no idea what was happening, but she was glad to take whatever opportunity fate had given her. Wrenching away from the other guard, whose grip had loosened in surprise, she took aim and kicked the leader right in his rotten avocado balls.
“Fuck! Fuck!” the head lizard man wheezed as he staggered to his knees and then fell over on his side.
“Bossss—watch out!” one of the other lizard men hissed at him. “He’s gonna—”
But he didn’t get a chance to say who was going to do what because suddenly T’zaren was on him.
Lucy watched in shocked surprise as the big Monstrum bore the other male down to the ground, his long, strong fingers locked around the lizard man’s throat.
The lizard man choked and scrabbled at the hands around his neck but it was useless. T’zaren’s thumbs were pressing harder and harder against his windpipe. In barely a moment, the lizard guard gave a strangled gasp and lay still, his throat crushed.
“What the fuck?” gasped the leader, who was still curled on the ground, cupping his wounded balls.
Lucy thought she might ask the same thing. T’zaren must have snuck around from behind the houses. How else could he have jumped on the lizard men so quickly and taken them so completely by surprise? The two guards who had been holding her were dead—lying crumpled on the ground at her feet. T’zaren had just killed the third one and the fourth was fumbling at his belt for a blaster.
“T’zaren, watch out!” she gasped as he finally got it free.
The big Monstrum dodged the first blast of energy easily and the second one only grazed his shoulder before he was on the armed lizard man. He gripped the other male by the arm and yanked it down hard, at the same time bringing up his knee, like a man breaking a tree-branch over his thigh. The result was a loud crack and a howl from the lizard man as he dropped the blaster from suddenly lifeless fingers at the end of an arm that now bent the wrong way.
Lucy expected T’zaren to scoop up the blaster and point it at the leader—who was still lying on the ground—but he didn’t. Instead, he jumped directly onto the big lizard man, a low growl rising in his throat.
“You!” he snarled in the leader’s face. “You tried to hurt my female—my S’rentha!”
“Didn’t k-know ssshe was yoursss!” the head lizard man choked out, his forked tongue flickering weakly from his lipless mouth. But T’zaren already had his hands wrapped around the other male’s neck.
Lucy watched numbly as he squeezed, glaring down into the lizard man’s slitted yellow eyes.
“She is mine! Mine!” he roared and the fury on his face was frightening to behold. His golden eyes had turned red—blood red, Lucy saw—and his mouth was turned down into a sneer of pure rage.