“I’m sorry, Master,” Maggie moaned as he turned his attention to her other breast. “It’s just…I’m so sensitive. It’s hard to hold still when your mouth on me is so…so intense.”
Kor stopped sucking her other ripe nipple for a moment.
“Intense, hmm?” he growled. “I’ll show you fucking intense, little slave girl. You think your nipples are sensitive? Wait until I taste your little clit. And I want you to watch me do it.”
Maggie bit back a moan as Kor knelt before her again. She could feel his hot breath against her open pussy and see how wet her pink inner petals were, all spread out on display. Her clit throbbed for attention but at the same time, she couldn’t help being a little afraid of the intense sensation she knew was coming. It was incredibly hard to hold still but somehow she managed, her hands clenched into fists above her head and her breathing coming in short, uneven pants.
Kor ignored her agitation and simply looked at her for a moment, an expression of almost reverent lust on his chiseled features as he studied her open thighs.
“Gods, you have a beautiful pussy, Maggie,” he murmured, tracing his long fingers gently down her bare hip. “Love to see you all spread open for me like this. And I love to lick your hot little cunt.”
“Kor…” she whispered, not sure what to say.
But no words were required. Kor was already leaning closer, his large, warm hands resting on her spread thighs. He looked up just once.
“Watch me,” he instructed sternly. “Watch me tease your little clit, slave girl. Watch me lap your cunt.”
Maggie bit her lip and did as he ordered, keeping her eyes fixed on what was happening between her legs. She half expected him to start licking her at once but Kor, as always, surprised her.
Leaning forward he placed a gentle, almost tender kiss on the throbbing button of her clit. Stimulated as she was, even such a light touch was enough to send a lightning bolt of lust straight through her. Maggie gasped and jerked involuntarily, prompting a low, warning growl from Kor. His long fingers tightened on her thighs and he looked up again.
“You know better than that, blondie. Hold still for your master’s tongue in your pussy or face the consequences.”
“Y-yes, Master,” she faltered. “I…I’ll try.”
“You’d better do more than try if you don’t want me to tan that lush little ass of yours,” he warned. “Now be a good slave girl and I’ll give you one more chance.”
Maggie bit back a moan and did her best to hold still as he leaned forward again.
This time he licked her. Maggie gave a soft cry but somehow managed to hold still as he traced her engorged clit with just the tip of his tongue, sending ticklish, overwhelmingly pleasurable sensations through her helpless, open pussy.
“Master,” she whispered thickly. “Oh God, please…please…”
“Please, what, Maggie? Please stop? Or do you want me to keep it up?” Kor looked up at her teasingly and licked his lips. “Gods, you’re delicious. I could eat your sweet cunt all day.”
“You’ve only tasted my clit, so far,” Maggie pointed out bravely.
He grinned. “And that wasn’t enough to drive you wild? Maybe I should fingerfuck you while I do it.”
Maggie bit her lip. “If…if my master wishes,” she whispered.
“I do. Very much.” Kor gave her a lazy smile. “Spread your legs a little wider, sweetheart. Spread your legs and let your master in.”
Moaning, Maggie did as he said, shifting on the bed until her thighs were spread wide for him.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “Such a good little slave girl to open your pussy for your master. Do you find the ring makes you more sensitive when I do this?”
He slid two long, thick fingers deep into her cunt channel and began to thrust slowly in and out. With each thrust, the heel of his hand pressed against her engorged clit, making Maggie cry out elplessly as sharp, jagged bursts of pleasure coursed through her.
“Oh…oh, Kor!”
“That’s right.” He watched her hungrily. “Just ride my fingers, little slave girl. Open your pussy and ride my fingers until you come. Gods, I can’t wait to fuck you like this.” Then he leaned down and lashed her sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue while he continued to fingerfuck her with slow, steady strokes.
Maggie moaned and clenched her hands helplessly. God, she wished she could bury her fingers in his hair and urge him on but tied as she was, she was utterly powerless. All she could do was spread her legs wider and submit to her master’s tongue and fingers in her pussy. All she could do was offer herself and let him do whatever he wanted.
She could feel her pleasure building, pushing her higher and higher towards the jagged peak. But just as she was about to reach it, Kor pulled back abruptly, licking his lips.
“Master?” Maggie couldn’t help sounding frustrated. “Why did you stop? Please, I was so close.”
“I know you were,” he gave her a half-lidded, lustful smile. “But I don’t want you coming on my tongue or my fingers—I want you to come all over my cock. Want to feel you squeezing my shaft with that tight little pussy, slave girl.”
Maggie shifted on the bed, feeling excitement and desire rush though her.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered submissively. “And how does my master desire to…to take me?”
“To fuck you, you mean,” he growled softly. “I think I’m going to take you from behind—and I want you to watch.”
Maggie bit her lip. “To watch? How?”
“The viewer.” He nodded at the tall, oblong mirror like object as he climbed on the bed behind her. It stood at the far end of the bed where Maggie usually used it for getting dressed. Of course, she’d never imagined using it for this purpose but it seemed that Kor had.
“All right,” she whispered. “But…will you let me down?” She nodded up at her hands, still cuffed over her head.
Kor looked at her speculatively. “Are you in pain? Are the cuffs hurting you?”
“No.”
“Good. Then we’ll leave you as you are. I like the idea of fucking you from behind and having access to your pussy and breasts like this—all spread out and open. Not to mention it makes a fucking hot picture in the viewer.” He pulled her gently back to the center of the bed, positioning her directly in front of the oblong, shiny surface. Then he untied the flimsy pink lace ruffles and pulled them off, leaving her completely naked for the first time.
Maggie bit her lip as she watched her naked reflection. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes glassy with lust. Her honey blonde curls were tousled but what drew her gaze most were the tight points of her nipples and the dark pink bud of her clit. She had never seen herself looking more vulnerable or more hot. She didn’t know whether to blush with embarrassment or thrust out her breasts and spread her thighs wider for Kor’s scrutiny.
He positioned himself behind her and she heard the rustling sound of his leather trousers being opened. Then something hot and hard pressed against the back of her ass.
His cock, she thought. God, it feels so long and thick. She’d had him in her often lately but never before in this position and she couldn’t help wondering how it would feel.
“Kor,” she begged softly. “Please…I need you in me!”
“And I need to be in you, sweetheart. Bur first I want to admire the view.” He pressed against her until the hard planes of his chest were flush with her mostly bare back. His warm, spicy scent seemed to fill her head, making it hard to breathe she wanted him so much. Kor leaned forward and buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply, breathing her in. “Gods, you’re beautiful,” he muttered hoarsely. “I still can’t believe you’re mine.”
“I’m yours because you take me. Because you make me yours,” Maggie whispered breathlessly. “Kor, please…make me yours again.”
“With pleasure, blondie.” He ran his big hands down her naked, shivering sides and then cupped her ass. “All right then, spread your thighs for me. Open
your pussy for your master’s cock.”
“Yes, Master.” Trembling, Maggie spread her thighs submissively and pushed her pelvis back, trying to be open for the massive shaft she felt rubbing against her bottom.
“Good girl.” Kor’s breath on the back of her neck was hot and his voice was ragged. “Gods, I love sliding inside your wet little cunt. And this is especially hot. Watch in the viewer—watch while I fuck you.”
Maggie did as he said, keeping her eyes glued to the silvery reflective surface of the viewer, watching as the broad head of his cock pressed up between her thighs and breached her entrance.
It was incredibly hot watching him fill her in the viewer but even better was the feeling of him entering her. She bit her lip as he stretched her open, pressing his thick shaft deep into her wet, slippery pussy. God, would she ever get used to this feeling? Would she ever get used to feeling so filled, so helplessly open for him?
Before she could answer the question, she felt the broad head of his cock kiss the mouth of her womb and knew he was all the way inside her.
“There we are, sweetheart,” he growled softly in her ear. “Feel that? Feel your master’s cock deep in your hot little cunt?”
Maggie’s heart was beating so hard she could barely answer.
“Y-yes, Master,” she stammered. “Are…are you going to fuck me now?”
“Damn right, I’m going to fuck you. But I’m going to be fingering your sweet, wet little pussy the whole time,” he murmured. “And I want you to watch, Maggie. Want you to watch your breasts jiggle every time I thrust into your cunt. Want you to see my fingers tracing your clit while I fill you, while I make you mine.”
“I’m yours, you know I am,” she whispered through their link as he pulled out and thrust up into her again with one long, deep movement. Just as he had said, her breasts jiggled with the thrust and at the same time, she saw his large hand come down to cup her pussy and stroke her swollen clit. While it did, his whisper fingers stroked her nipples, teasing their hard tips mercilessly.
“That’s right—you’re mine.” Kor thrust again, hard, as though to emphasize his point. “And I’m going to leave a load of cum in your hot little pussy to prove it. Is that what you want, slave girl? Want to feel your master fucking you and coming in your pussy?”
“Yes, God, yes!” Maggie couldn’t help moaning aloud, pressing her hips back to give him better access. She watched as the girl in the viewer did the same, begging and crying shamelessly, her full breasts shaking with each deep thrust of the cock in her pussy. Was that really her? That wanton, out of control creature made half crazy with lust? The girl with golden wires wound around her naked nipples and her bare clit? The one who was moaning and begging to be fucked?
Maggie supposed it was but she didn’t care anymore—didn’t care how she looked in the viewer as long as Kor didn’t stop. As long as he let her come. And God, she was so close…so close.
With every deep thrust she felt herself being pushed higher and harder. She knew soon she was going to lose it completely and that was what she wanted—to come all over Kor’s thick shaft just as he had commanded.
Kor must have felt her nearing her orgasm, because he began to speed up his fucking.
“Good girl,” Maggie heard him mutter as he thrust even deeper into her spread pussy. “Such a good little slave girl to spread your pussy open and let your master fuck you.”
“Master,” Maggie heard herself beg. “Please, Master, please—I need to come!”
“Of course you do.” His deep voice was filled with rough tenderness. “And I’m going to see that you do, sweetheart.” Up until now he’d been stroking gently over her swollen bud. Now he increased his intensity, his fingertips circling her sensitive clit as he fucked up into her until Maggie thought she would scream with the intensity of it.
Suddenly she couldn’t stand anymore. The combination of his thick shaft filling her and the intense sensation of him stroking her clit was too much. With a low cry that was almost a sob, she felt her orgasm wash over her like a wave, pushing her out to sea as her inner muscles tightened around the invading shaft and bolt after bolt of pure pleasure arched through her.
“That’s right, blondie,” she heard Kor rumble in her ear. “Come for me. Let me feel you coming all over my cock. Goddess, I love you. Love you so fucking much.”
“I…I love you too,” she gasped out. And then he was pressing up hard inside her and filling her with spurt after hot spurt of his seed, planting it deep in her pussy, making her his, claiming her all over again.
When it was over, Kor unfastened the soft leather cuffs from her wrists and Maggie collapsed, utterly spent from the intense sex.
“Sweetheart—you okay?” Kor bent over her, his face anxious.
“Fine,” she managed to whisper. “Just…worn out. That was…it was so intense. Hard…hard to get over.”
“All right. If you’re sure you’re okay.”
Lying down beside her, he curled his much larger frame around her smaller one and threw a protective arm over her side.
Maggie sighed contentedly and snuggled back against him. She loved it when they spooned—it made her feel completely surrounded and so safe. So—
Just then a clanging sound above their heads made her look up.
“What was that?”
Kor frowned, instantly alert. “I don’t know.”
The clanging came again—closer this time.
“What in the world?” Maggie frowned. “It almost sounds like someone’s crawling around in the ceiling. But is that even possible?”
“I guess it could be some kind of maintenance check on the Unmated Males section—they’re right beside us.” Kor still looked troubled.
“But it’s way past midnight—why would they do it now?” Maggie had a sudden thought. “Do you think it could have anything to do with the guards they have posted outside the Unmated Males area? I wondered about that. Why do they need them?”
“I don’t know.” There was a banging above their heads again and Kor got up and reached for his black leather trousers. “But I’m going to go check it out.”
Suddenly Maggie had a bad feeling. She sat up and reached for his arm.
“Kor, wait—don’t go.”
“Why not?” He was already shrugging into a shirt. “I’m just going to have a quick look. I’ll be right back, sweetheart.”
“But…” Maggie put a hand to her throat.
“It’s probably nothing,” he reassured her. “A maintenance crew banging around up there or something. No big deal.”
“I…I guess so.” Maggie couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something bad—really bad—going on. But she couldn’t justify her feelings in any way. I’m just being silly, she told herself uneasily. Kor’s right—it probably is just a maintenance crew.
“It’s going to be fine. I’ll be right back.” He bent to give her a swift kiss on the lips and left.
Maggie stayed on the bed, drawing the covers around her and trying to tell herself that everything was fine. Just fine.
But she couldn’t stop feeling that something was terribly, terribly wrong.
Chapter Twelve
“Sorry but you can’t access these vents. No admittance by order of Commander Sylvan himself,” said the bored looking guard, who appeared to be a Beast Kindred. He was standing in the small vent access room, nearly taking up the entire space with his bulky frame.
“But I’m here on official business. I’m supposed to clean all the ventilation ducts in the Unmated Males section. I’ve already done vents one and two. This is the last one,” Donald protested, glaring up at the huge Kindred who towered above him, flaunting his vast super-human height and size. Why did all of these bastards have to be so tall?
Never mind, whispered the dark voice. We can cut him down to size. This is the last vent to seed.
I know that, Donald muttered mentally. I already seeded the first two—remember?
Yes and you
have done well, Donald. You must, however, handle this one alone. I must find a host worthy of my glory—one who is strong enough to support my vast power.
But what about the promises you made? What about Maggie and that Neanderthal, Kor?
Worry not. They will find you. In fact, Kor is seeking you even now. There was dreadful humor in the dark voice’s mental tone. Hurry—the next blast of air will be circulating soon and the dust must be in place when it does. All the warriors must be infected at once!
They will be! Donald promised and then he felt the dark presence which had been his constant companion for days suddenly leave. For a moment he felt small and very, very alone. Then he squared his shoulders and looked up at the Kindred warrior blocking his way. It didn’t matter if the dark voice had gone for a minute—he, Donald K. Mahoney PhD could handle things on his own.
“Step aside and let me access that vent,” he demanded, making his voice as deep and commanding as possible.
“Sorry but Commander Sylvan gave very specific instructions.” The Beast Kindred still blocked the access way to the last and most extensive vents with his broad shoulders. Up until now he had appeared half asleep but now his golden eyes widened as he took in Donald’s ragged appearance more completely. “Gods, man—you’d don’t look good at all. Is this a normal state for a human male?”
Donald looked down at himself—his ruined clothes, his dirty, torn shoes, his one-armed lab coat which was more black than white, and most of all, his rotted arm with its bits of grayish flesh falling off. He cackled shrilly.
“Oh, I’m fine, my good sir. Don’t worry about me. It’s you that you ought to be worried about.”
The Beast Kindred frowned. “What do you mean?”
“This.” Quick as a wink, Donald reached into his sack and withdrew a handful of fine black powder. Standing on tiptoes, he puffed hard, blowing the swirling mass of shadow dust straight into the big warrior’s face.
The Beast Kindred coughed and choked, his face going dark red.
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