Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
My fingers tightened on Leo Marmareus’ hand as I spoke, and I felt a tear slip down my cheek. “Even if she doesn’t know anything more than I do, she’s been through so much. She deserves to be safe, to be free of them. Please… please don’t… hurt us?”
As I pleaded with Marmareus, I felt a bizarre mix of emotions roiling in my heart and my body. Part of me was amazed—and horrified—at how easily the lies flowed from my lips, at how convincingly I could portray this fictional version of myself. Another part reveled in the performance, at the way the völva inside me had begun to emerge so fully and effectively, proud of my ability to manipulate even this seasoned operative.
Beneath it all, I realized, lay a kernel of truth in what I was telling him. I understood distantly that by accessing that basic honesty—a sincerity that came from my connection to the world tree, whatever that actually meant—I could build convincing falsehoods.
I really, truly couldn’t bear the thought of Camille being left behind, of her falling into the hands of the Pretorian Guard without me there to protect her. Our bond, forged in the crucible of our shared experiences, was real, even if the details of our capture were not. That bond let me deceive this skilled operative—or so I hoped, at least.
Leo Marmareus’ dark eyes searched my face again, and I thought I saw another, different kind of flicker in their depths. Sympathy? For a moment, I dared to hope that my plea had touched him, that he might believe me.
Then his expression hardened once more, though, and he gently but firmly extricated his hand from my grasp. “I see,” he said, his voice neutral. “Thank you for explaining, Mary. We’ll certainly take that into consideration.”
I let my hand fall back to my lap, feeling suddenly bereft without the contact. I thought I could see that I had convinced Leo Marmareus that I had told the truth so far. But I also felt my new instincts telling me something more—issuing a warning, in fact. I had to do more, I had to prove my value another way.
“Leo… sir…” I whispered, my heart racing. I got onto my knees, gazing up into his eyes, hardly believing what my body had begun to do.
“It’s a title,” he said, looking down at me with an expression so severe it made my tummy flip. “You’re saying it as if it’s a name, Mary. It means Lion. I am a Leo of the Pretorian Guard.”
“Leo…” I said, softly and pleadingly, reaching out my hands in prayer. To my horror, I felt my pussy clench, as if in abject acknowledgment of his power over me. “Leo… please?”
I reached further. I clasped the enemy agent’s knees—the Leo’s knees, I tried to make myself remember, thinking that every little piece of intelligence helped fulfill my mission. My heart jumped as my fingers sensed the strength in the taut sinews under the soft material. I felt his whole, muscular body jerk slightly at the contact, and I gathered a little courage from that physical, animal response.
A whimper escaped my lips. I lowered my eyes to look at the front of his trousers. Before I could think about it, I followed my body’s mortifying instinct: I whimpered again, and leaned my face forward until I could nuzzle the woolen fabric.
I felt the hardness there, huge and warm, like my real master’s beautiful cock. I kissed it, and then I kissed it again, mewed like a kitten desperate for milk. My heart raced as I felt the heat of his arousal against my face. A shiver ran through me as I inhaled his masculine scent.
Marmareus chuckled darkly, the sound sending tingles down my spine. I pulled my face back a little, and I looked up into his eyes.
“Please?” I whispered again. I moved my hands up a little bit, feeling the strength of his quads, clenching anew, down between my legs, at the sheer power of this man—this Leo’s body. Lion: it seemed a good word for him.
I sensed his hands moving in front of him, putting his handheld back in his jacket and then reaching down. My breath caught in my throat as I heard the whisper of his zipper.
With another little whimper I lowered my eyes to see him take out his cock. It sprang free, thick and hard, an inch or two from my face. I felt dizzy with arousal, the stimuli coming from so many directions at once I could hardly count them: Sven, sharing me with Beaumont, Georgy, and now the most powerful, most dangerous stranger of all… Leo Marmareus, his enormous manhood hard at the idea of using me, the submissive slut who had already taken so many cocks… myself, the girl who had taken men’s penises in every hole a girl could take a man’s hardness…