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But all V’rex said was,

  “I don’t think we can both sleep on our sides. At least, I can’t—I take up more of the blankets when I’m like this.” He motioned down at himself and sighed. “Gonna have to sleep on my back, I guess.”

  And then he turned over, which solved the cover deficit problem, but caused a new one in the form of a mattress shortage.

  Try as she might to put some distance between them, Penny found that the Hybrid was just too big—especially laying on his back, for her not to touch him in some way while she was in bed with him. Unless she wanted to fall off onto the floor, that was.

  “Look, could you settle down, sweetheart?” V’rex’s deep voice sounded irritated in the dim light coming from under the single window’s shade. “I’m tryin’ to relax here. Don’t need you thrashing all around when I’m trying to sleep.”

  “I’m just…trying to make a little space,” Penny muttered, keeping her voice down in case they were being listened to as well as watched, which she thought was completely possible. “Can’t you scoot over a little more?”

  “Not unless I want to fall out of the fucking bed.” V’rex sounded more irritated than ever. “Look, just relax, will you? Doesn’t matter if we touch a little bit—I promise I don’t have fuckin’ germies.”

  “Germies?” Penny asked.

  “You know…” He shifted around some. “Little invisible bugs that you get from touching somebody you don’t want touching you?”

  “Oh!” Penny got what he was saying. “Back where I grew up, we called them ‘cooties.’”

  “Fine. Don’t got cooties either,” was his grumbled, half-asleep reply. “So just settle down and got to sleep. I’d like to try and drop off before the fucking hypno-whispers start for the night, all right? They give me a fucking headache.”

  Penny didn’t want to accept the situation, but it didn’t seem she had a choice. With a sigh, she settled on her side again with her back pressed to V’rex’s long flank. His skin was comfortingly warm against hers and she was reminded of her very first impression of him, when she had been blindfolded during the ceremony—that he put out heat like a furnace.

  At first it felt strange and wrong to be sleeping without her clothes and with a man she still considered a stranger. But V’rex didn’t try anything and gradually, by degrees, she began to relax against the big body in bed beside her.

  At last she drifted off and relaxed into sleep, just as her pillow began the familiar whispering in her ear.

  Forty-One

  Penny’s dreams that night were the strangest she had since being brought to the Compound…and that was really saying something, considering the past content of her dreams. Still, this night’s nocturnal musings topped them all… much to her humiliation.

  She was in bed naked with Colonel Sanders who was missing his immaculate white suit—he was naked, too. But instead of the soft, doughy body of an aging man, which she might have expected to find, the chicken magnate had the most amazing physique.

  “Wow, he’s really cut!” Penny thought to herself as she allowed her eyes to rove over his broad chest and washboard abs. The Colonel’s hot, mouthwatering body reminded her of someone else, but in her dream she couldn’t think who it was. She only knew she wanted to be closer to him so she rolled over and pressed her bare body against his.

  “Mmm, that’s right, darlin’—get a little closer,” Colonel Sanders murmured, winking at her from behind his black-framed glasses. This time he was wearing his black string tie and a pure white collar, though he had no other clothes on at all.

  Penny bit her lip.

  “Are you sure you don’t mind?” she asked, though she was already rubbing her bare breasts shamelessly against his muscular side.

  “’Course I don’t mind, sweet thang,” he murmured, winking at her again. “Let’s you and me get friendly-like, shall we?”

  “I guess that would be okay,” Penny said doubtfully, though she had an idea she really shouldn’t be doing this. Still, she couldn’t seem to stop. His big, hard body felt so good against hers! “Oh, Colonel Sanders,” she moaned.

  “No need to be so formal, darlin’,” he murmured in her ear. “Call me Chicken Daddy.”

  “Chicken Daddy?” Penny looked up at him. This didn’t seem right at all. But as is the way of dreams, she still couldn’t stop. She could feel her pussy getting hot and wet as she rubbed against his muscular thigh and her nipples were tight and achy, leaking the sticky nectar as she rubbed them against his chest.

  “Yeah, Chicken Daddy,” the Colonel confirmed. “Now tell me, sweet thang—are you hungry?”

  “Maybe a little…Chicken Daddy,” Penny confessed. “The food here isn’t very good without the flavor sticks. I don’t dare eat anything but vegetables and fruit but they’re all really bland.”

  “I bet you’re craving some meat to put in your sweet little belly,” the Colonel—or “Chicken Daddy” as he had told her to call him—said, smiling down at her.

  “Well—” Penny began doubtfully.

  “Well, why don’t you take a nibble of this?” the Colonel asked.

  He pointed down between his legs and Penny saw that, once again, he had an extra crispy drumstick in place of a penis. Only this time it was coated in some kind of delicious-looking BBQ sauce.

  At the sight of it, her mouth began to water and her pussy got even wetter and more swollen for some reason.

  “Mmm, you want it, don’t you, darlin’?” Colonel Sanders aka “Chicken Daddy” murmured. “Go ahead and grab hold of that fat, meaty drumstick, sweet thang and have a little taste.”

  Somehow Penny found that she was doing just as he said, wrapping her hand around the thick bottom shaft of the plump, meaty drumstick even though part of her brain was still trying to warn her not to.

  “That’s right, sweet thang,” the Colonel crooned. “But before you can take a bite, you have to lick and suck all that sauce off. Think you can do that for me?”

  “I…I think so.” Penny looked up to see him watching her avidly, his bushy white goatee and mustache quivering in anticipation.

  The sight disturbed her, so she looked back at the juicy drumstick between his legs.

  “Lick it,” her Chicken Daddy told her. “Lick it real good and then suck it like a lollipop, darlin’.”

  Penny found she was doing as he said. Bringing the drumstick coated in BBQ sauce to her mouth, she began to lick the sides and then she sucked the top of it all the way between her lips.

  It tasted salty and hot and a deep, sensuous musk invaded her senses as she licked and sucked. God, he was delicious! She was just about to take a big bite of the meaty drumstick when a deep voice murmured,

  “That feels fucking amazing, sweetheart, but are you sure you want to be doing it? You keep it up much longer and I’m gonna come in your hot little mouth.”

  The voice was familiar and it did not belong to Colonel Sanders.

  Forty-Two

  Opening her eyes, Penny found that it was early morning and she was still naked in bed with V’rex. Not only that, but she was bent over the big Hybrid with his thick cock deep in her mouth. Well, as deep as it could go anyway, considering how big it was.

  “Oh my God!” Penny exclaimed. But since she had her mouth full of the dream drumstick which had turned out to be an actual dick, her words came out sounding distinctly muffled. More like, “Ah mah Gah!”

  She pulled back immediately and looked up to see V’rex watching her with an expression which was equal parts confused and aroused.

  “Did you mean to suck me off, sweetheart, or do you give blowjobs in your sleep?” he inquired in a sleepy but amused tone.

  But to Penny, the situation was anything but amusing. Without answering, she scrambled off the bed and ran to the bathroom because there was basically nowhere else to go.

  Grabbing a towel to wrap around herself, Penny sank down on the closed lid of the toilet and put her head in her hands.

  “Oh my God, what’s wr
ong with me? Why did I do that? What does he think of me now?” she muttered fiercely, so embarrassed that tears sprang to her eyes.

  “I’ll tell you what ‘he’ thinks,” a deep voice rumbled from the doorway. “He thinks this is all some kind of big misunderstanding.”

  “It was!” Penny looked up at the big Hybrid, blinking tears of humiliation out of her eyes. “I didn’t mean to do that to you—didn’t mean to, uh, molest you in your sleep—I swear I didn’t!”

  “Take it easy, sweetheart.” V’rex came in and shut the door behind him.

  He had already dressed for the day, Penny saw. He was wearing the crimson toga that all the males wore here in the Compound and it looked amazing with his dark tan skin tones and big, muscular body. He looked like a Greek god.

  “You don’t have to be so upset,” he murmured.

  “Yes, I do—to wake up doing that to you is…well, it’s mortifying. Especially since I didn’t mean to. I was just having such a weird dream…” Penny shook her head. “Ever since I got here, I’ve been having the strangest dreams every night. All about Colonel Sanders and fried chicken and sex. God, what is wrong with me?”

  “It’s not you, it’s probably the hypno-whispers,” V’rex pointed out. “I can’t understand any of them—they just give me a fuckin’ headache. But they seem to be affecting you—at least some, anyway.”

  “I only understand about one word in ten,” Penny admitted. “But that does seem to be enough to mess with my sleep—well, with my dreams, anyway. But I’ve never done anything like…like what I just did,” she added, feeling her cheeks get miserably hot with a mortified blush.

  “If I had to guess, I’d bet that they ramped up the whispers last night,” V’rex said thoughtfully. “They probably want the new Forever Mate couples to do as much breeding as possible with as little resistance as possible.” He frowned. “Fuckin’ perverts.”

  “Maybe you’re right.” Penny nodded eagerly, glad to have an explanation—any explanation—for her behavior. “But God, that dream was so weird. So vivid.” She looked up at V’rex, biting her lip. “It’s no excuse though. I’m really, really sorry.”

  He gave an incredulous laugh.

  “You think I’m gonna complain about waking up to getting my dick sucked? Hell no, sweetheart.” He reached down and cupped Penny’s hot cheek. Gently, he swiped away a tear with his thumb. “I’m just sorry it made you so upset,” he rumbled, looking at her anxiously. “I would’ve stopped you before, I swear, but I was half-asleep myself through most of it.”

  “You were?” Penny blinked up at him, feeling a little better.

  “Uh-huh. What woke me up at first wasn’t your mouth—it was your soft little hand on me. And you kept saying something like, ‘Oh Chicken Daddy…Oh, Chicken Daddy!’” He shrugged. “Whatever that means.”

  “That was, uh, part of the dream.” Penny pulled away from his touch, feeling embarrassed all over again. “God, this place is so weird and awful! We have to get out of here!”

  “As soon as we can, but keep your voice down, sweetheart,” V’rex growled, glancing at the closed door. “It’s not exactly soundproofed in here. I do have kind of a plan for getting out now, though—got it from the talk we had last night.”

  “You do? What is it?” Penny looked at him hopefully.

  But V’rex shook his head.

  “I have to check some things first and work it out a little more. I promise we’ll discuss it tonight—okay?”

  “Okay.” Penny nodded and sniffed. “So…you really aren’t upset with me? Because I have to be honest, I’d be really angry with you if I woke up and you were, uh…”

  “Going down on you?” His pale gold eyes were suddenly half lidded. “Yeah, I guess it would be kind of shocking if you woke up with my tongue sliding between your sweet pussy lips, wouldn’t it?”

  Penny found she was blushing all over again, but for a different reason this time. As his dirty words formed a picture in her head, a surge of sexual energy went through her. Suddenly her nipples were tight and achy while her pussy was throbbing. She pressed her thighs together tightly.

  “I just…I would probably have a hard time believing you were just…just having a bad dream,” she admitted stiffly, trying to ignore the sudden wave of desire that threatened to swamp her. God, what was wrong with her, anyway?

  “Well, I wouldn’t call it a bad dream, exactly.” V’rex grinned at her. “Hey, stop torturing yourself about it. I’m not upset and you shouldn’t be either—it’s just a side effect of this fucked up place, that’s all.”

  Penny was relieved that he was willing to be so understanding about the whole thing. She really would have been upset if their positions had been reversed and she’d woken up with the big Hybrid between her thighs.

  Or would you? asked a naughty little voice in the back of her head. But what if he was really good at it, Penny? And what if he actually liked it. What about that?

  Penny tried to push the embarrassing thought away. She loved reading spicy romance books where the hero actually enjoyed going down on the heroine and was actually skilled at it. But alas, she had never found a guy in real life that lived up to the fantasy she had in her head—mainly because she was self-conscious about asking any guy to get between her overly-ample thighs and go to work with his tongue.

  Garret had professed himself willing to try it, when she had finally confessed her fantasy, but that had been a disaster. He had given her a few swipes with his tongue and then made a face and came bobbing right back up.

  “Is there a problem?” Penny had asked him anxiously, unsure what to think of his twisted expression.

  “Well, I mean it’s not, uh…not the best taste, ya know, babe?” Garret had reached for a glass of water on the bedside table and taken a big swig, as though to rinse out his mouth. Then he’d smiled at her. “But hey, that’s okay. We still have the main event, right?”

  The “main event” was sex of course—proper sex with the pole going into the hole as Garret said—which was, of course, the only real sex as far as he was concerned.

  So they had had sex, while Penny felt like she was dying inside from embarrassment.

  She had tried to put it out of her mind, but after that encounter, she’d never asked a guy to go down on her again. She couldn’t summon the courage, feeling that her thick thighs and her “bad taste” down there would disqualify her forever from having her favorite fantasy come true.

  But now, looking up into those pale gold eyes, half-lidded with amused lust, Penny wondered if things might be different with V’rex. At the very least, she bet he would be considerably better at going down than her ex had been. But what if he didn’t like her taste either?

  Yes, but what if he does? Whispered the little voice.

  Not that she was ever going to find out, Penny told herself firmly.

  “Grab a quick shower and get ready for First Meal,” V’rex told her, breaking her train of thought. “I’m cooking this morning.”

  “That sounds good,” Penny said gratefully. “But no meat, okay?” she added quickly as he turned to leave.

  V’rex frowned.

  “I noticed you didn’t make any for Last Meal last night either. Any particular reason?”

  “You don’t know, do you?” Penny had been pretty sure he didn’t know about the source of the meat here in the Compound, but it was still a relief to have it confirmed.

  V’rex frowned.

  “Know what?”

  “I’ll tell you after breakfast,” Penny promised him. “Because if I tell you before, it’ll ruin your appetite. Right now, I’m going to get a shower.”

  “Fine. No meat. And I’m not sure if I want to know what you have to tell me or not.” V’rex shook his head and let himself out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

  Penny stood up and swiped at her eyes again, trying to get control of herself. God, she was all over the place this morning! She hadn’t felt so hormonal in ages and it wasn’t
like it was time for her period—that had stopped after she’d been on the Mother’s Milk for a while.

  As to the reason why her cycle had stopped, well, Mother Toone had explained that a female’s monthly cycle was actually completely unnecessary—at least according to the Compound.

  “Why, with the right hormones, my sweet, the female body doesn’t have to go through a cycle at all,” she’d told Penny, when she asked haltingly where her period had gone to. “All you need to do is balance things just right and her body can be in a constant state of readiness to get pregnant—do you see?”

  “Like a constant state of ovulation,” Penny muttered now, to herself. She was always most sexually needy during that part of her cycle—most women were, she knew. And the damned weird hypno-whisper-induced dreams didn’t help anything either!

  Thank goodness things hadn’t gone any farther than they had, she thought grimly, as she stepped into the steaming shower. She’d been one step away from either biting off the top of V’rex’s dick…or straddling him and sliding down onto it.

  Another shiver of erotic energy ran through her and she turned the water setting to freezing cold.

  “N-no!” she told herself, through chattering teeth as the frigid water pounded her body, raising goosebumps on her bare skin. “N-no, I c-can’t think of him like th-that!”

  She had to get out of here before something worse than what had happened last night occurred. She had to escape the Compound while she was still sane enough to do it!

  Forty-Three

  Gods! V shifted uncomfortably as he reset the branch trimmers and tried to concentrate on his job in the greenhouse. But he had a hell of a lot on his mind this morning which made it pretty hard to care if he was trimming the branches of the long rows of trees as symmetrically as possible.

  For one thing, he couldn’t stop thinking of how he’d woken up that morning with the head of his cock deep in Penelope’s sweet mouth. Gods, her little hands had been so soft and her mouth had been so hot… She’d been licking and sucking him with sensuous pleasure, as though she loved the taste of him.