Studs [NOOK Book]

"I said I like it rough, Rici, but rough doesn't mean rape."

"She doesn't look like he's making her do anything she doesn't want to do." Rici tilted his head and edged closer to get a better view of the woman servicing the man. "In fact, I'd say she's enjoying this."

Mesmerized by the scene, Charissa came to stand next to her brother and watched as the two barbarians broke their connection only to position themselves for a rear advance on the female. "Well, he does have spectacular equipment. For a savage, that is." She paused, waiting for the nudge on her shoulder she knew would come. True to form, Riciseon didn't hesitate.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking, dear sister?"

"And what are you thinking, my beloved brother?"

"I'm thinking if you want to enjoy some barbarian sex you'd better say so right now or you're going to miss out. These males don't have the regenerative powers Matlantian men have."

Charissa checked Riciseon's face to gauge his sincerity. "Hmm. He did have a big, long tongue. But will he know how to use it?"

"There's only one way to find out."

She laughed and swished her hand in the air, dispensing with the invisible barrier between them and the cave couple. Immediately, the man pulled out of the female with his erection firm as his gaze swiveled toward Charissa.

She nodded to her older sibling and forced her body off the ground. Like all Matlantians, the twins learned to fly before they could walk. Although they could trace their heritage back to winged ancestors, the wings had long since been lost in their people's evolution. Now every Matlantian flew by using their mind. All they needed to do was to think about flyingand they'd soar into the sky.

Scooping up the amazed caveman with one hand, she waved to Riciseon as he did the same to the screaming female. "You've barely touched her, Rici, and she's already screaming."

"Funny, Char. Very funny. You are the epitome of a jokester."

"I think so."

"Before you get all superior feeling, you'd better check out your little man's tool. My female may have screamed when I grabbed her, but you scared the stiffness out of your new boy toy. He's as limp as a wet Matlantian shlotwee."

Charissa paused in mid-air and lifted the caveman above her head to check his penis. The terrified barbarian squirmed, but couldn't shake free. "Oh, for the Pride of Raza. Now I'm going to have to zap him to make it hard again. Shat. I so like it in the natural state without any added inducement."

"Don't worry, sister. You usually prefer tongue to rod, anyway."

"True enough."

With a nod to each other, the Matlantian siblings flew off in different directions. Charissa smiled at the squirming, frightened caveman and pushed the emotion of Courage into him to get him to calm down. "Easy, big guy. I'm not going to hurt you." At least, not the way you think I might.