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just not its girth. When she slowly ran her nails down its side, it began to swell.
    “That feels good.”
    She picked it up and tried to hold it with one hand, but its growing thickness was already too big for her fingers to reach around. The large, dark-colored head lay partially hidden beneath the foreskin, which she pulled away. Thick blue veins extended down his erection to disappear at the root. The cock pulsed in her palm as it continued to thicken. She ran her short nails over the soft, almost suede-like skin, and a tremor went through him. She toyed with the idea of taking him into her mouth until Safan took her by the shoulders and lowered her to the floor.
    He loomed over her, caging her with his arms and thighs. Had circumstances been different, he would have been a terrifying figure, but right now he was just as much a victim as she.
    Something prodded between her legs. Maurra glanced down to see his erection nearly fully engorged. The tip of it pressed at the juncture at her mound. His hips moved slightly, and a few inches of the thick rod disappeared in the V.
    Her breath caught in her throat. His erection had brushed across her clit and was still lying against it. The heavy pulse of blood in his veins throbbed next to her sensitive flesh. She looked up into heavy-lidded green eyes. Safan was also feeling…something.
    He moved his hips again, drawing his rigid dick slightly upward before pressing down another inch. The rasping motion sent a shiver through her. Without thinking, Maurra reached down with one hand, grasped his erection and began masturbating herself with it. Her juices started flowing, making the motion smoother. Above her, Safan groaned softly but didn’t move.
    “You are getting wetter,” he whispered.
    “Yeah.”
    Amazingly, it felt good. It felt…exciting. Damn it. She silently cursed as she continued to rub them together. He was warm and getting warmer. Hot. His rough skin abraded her clit without scouring it. She parted her legs and increased the pressure as her cream coated the insides of her thighs and mound and made his rod slick.
    A fire was building inside her. Would the Kronners be satisfied if she came manually? Hell, would they even be able to tell the difference, whether or not he penetrated her?
    The Ellinod suddenly dropped to one elbow and Maurra threw up a psi shield to protect herself. It was an instinctive reaction. One drilled into her from years of training and survival skills. Unfortunately, it was the wrong thing to do.
    A sword of pure, white-hot agony knifed into her brain. Maurra screamed and clutched her head with both hands as her body went into shock. She was barely aware of the Ellinod rising up and roaring his anger toward the cameras, toward their enemy hiding in the anonymity of darkness.
    “Take it off her! Take the device off her! You’re killing her!”
    Several seconds passed without an answer. Gradually, the pain began to lessen, but her head still throbbed as if someone had placed a band around her forehead and continued to tighten it.
    Safan growled again, low and deep within his chest. He turned to look back down at her when a new voice, a male voice, came over the speakers.
    “We will not take off the device. We’re not stupid.”
    He whirled back around. “Take it off her! Take it off, or she could scramble her brains, and all your preparations will be for nothing.”
    Maurra pulled her hands away from her eyes to see the Ellinod towering over her. His whole body was gray with anger, and his heavy dick bobbed like a thick arm above her belly. He was breathing heavily but had managed to temper his voice.
    He was protecting her the same way she had tried to protect him.
    “Perhaps you need to teach her not to use her psi powers. That way she won’t be subject to any more pain. Now…get on with fucking her. My customers are becoming impatient.”
    The Ellinod looked down at her. She could read defeat in his face. Honest defeat. They could not