“Y-yes,” she almost whispered, pressing her cheek hard into the mattress.
“Yes, Sir,” he corrected her sternly. “Say it, Olivia. In fact, I want you to do more than that. Say, ‘I promise to hold still and let you lick my pussy until I come, Sir.’”
“I…” Liv felt her cheeks heating. “I can’t say that,” she objected.
“Oh, yes you can.” He gave her another stinging slap on the rear. “Say it, Olivia or so help me I’ll go down on you all night and you won’t get to feel my cock in your tight little cunt until I get done making you come over and over.”
As much as she loved it when Baird serviced her with his tongue, Liv loved having him in her even more. She knew it had to do with his mating scent and the need it created in her to have his thick cock filling her, marking her as his—but she didn’t care. She only knew what she craved. Slowly, haltingly she whispered the words he’d demanded she say. “I…I promise to hold still and let you…let you lick my pussy until I…I come. Sir,” she added quickly before he could say anything.
“That’s good. Very good,” he rumbled approvingly. “Now get ready, Lilenta. I’m going to taste you.”
With the broad pads of his thumbs he parted her pussy lips, exposing her clit completely and making her want to squirm. But she had promised to hold still, to let him taste her, so she tried not to move too much, even when she felt his warm, wet tongue invading and opening her.
Baird licked from the top of her slit to the tender entrance—long, slow licks that somehow managed to avoid her clit each time. Liv knew he was building her up, teasing her on purpose but it was almost more than she could take.
“God, Baird, please…you’re making me insane,” she gasped as his tongue continued to slip to one side or the other of her sensitive button without actually making contact.
“That’s because you need this as much as I do,” he growled. “More, even. This punishment has been a long time in coming but I think we both know you deserve it.”
“So this is what you meant when you said you’d been…ah! Holding back,” she gasped as he licked her again.
“No, this is what I meant.” Suddenly she felt his thick thumb slip deep into her pussy and swirl around, as though he was gathering her moisture. Before Liv could ask what he was doing, she felt him withdraw it and slide gently upwards until he was just pressing against her rosebud.
“Baird?” There was real panic in her voice now as she tried to look back and see him. “Baird, what are you doing? You know I don’t—”
“Don’t worry, Lilenta,” His deep voice was soothing even as he pressed against the tight ring of muscle that guarded her nether entrance. “I know you’re a virgin here. I’ll be careful.”
“It’s not an issue of being careful,” Liv protested as she felt the tip of his thumb slip inside her. “It’s just that I don’t, uh, do this. I mean—”
“Now you do,” he interrupted her in that commanding tone that made her weak in the knees despite her fear.
“But…but I…” Liv couldn’t finish.
“It’s okay,” Baird continued in a softer voice. “It’s all right, Olivia. Just open up and let me in. Just wanna fingerfuck your sweet little ass while I taste your pussy. I swear I won’t go any further.”
“So…just your thumb?” She was still clenched tightly closed, resisting the intimate invasion.
“I promise,” he murmured, pressing a little deeper. “Let me in, Lilenta. Trust me and I swear you won’t be sorry.”
That deep, soft voice was more than she could fight against. Baird could have forced the issue easily but she knew he would never do that. Suddenly she understood that he wanted her submission even more than he wanted to touch her in this new way. By opening to him here, she was giving him a part of herself that she’d never given anyone. By allowing him to pierce her virgin entrance, she was admitting that she wanted him everywhere inside her. And I do. Want him everywhere—even if it’s a kind of scary at first.
Though it was another thing Liv would have sworn she would never do, she knew she was going to give in. With a shuddering sigh she relaxed her muscles as well as she could and submitted.
Baird must have felt the release of tension because he stroked her back soothingly with his other hand. “Good girl,” he murmured softly in her ear. “Such a good girl to let me fingerfuck your sweet ass, Olivia.”
As he spoke she felt his thumb breach her completely, sliding deep into her rosebud and filling her in a way she’d never been filled before. It felt strange and a little scary but not as dirty as she had feared. After all, she’d just gotten through vowing that she would give herself to him completely in front of a crowd full of witnesses. She just hadn’t known she’d be called upon to fulfill her wedding vows quite so soon.
“That’s good,” Baird murmured again. Liv felt his hot breath on the back of her thighs and knew he was about to taste her again. She just hoped he stopped teasing her by avoiding her clit. She was wound so tight with sexual tension she felt like she was about to explode.
Baird seemed to hesitate for a long time and then suddenly dove in again. Even knowing what was coming couldn’t stop the moan from breaking past her lips as his tongue pressed deeply into her pussy, tasting her juices right from the source. God, being filled this way in both her pussy and ass was so strange and yet she had never been so hot. She felt opened completely and the way he finally sucked her swollen clit into his mouth as he thrust deeply into her rosebud only heightened the sensation. In fact, the pleasure was so intense she felt herself reaching the peak almost immediately.
Baird must have felt her quiver because he pulled back for just a moment. “That’s right, Lilenta, come,” he urged her in a voice rough with lust. “Come on my tongue while I fuck your sweet ass.”
His breath was hot against her open pussy and the moment his tongue lashed over her clit again, Liv felt herself letting go and obeying his order. “Baird.” she gasped as the orgasm rolled over her. She could feel herself clenching around him, squeezing him as though her body was begging for more. Because I do need more, she thought half deliriously as Baird rode out her orgasm, eagerly lapping the fresh honey that flowed from her pussy. I need him inside me. Not just his tongue or his fingers—I need his cock, filling me up, coming in me…
Baird obviously had the same need. As soon as the last aftershocks of her pleasure ended, he pulled out of her and positioned himself against the entrance of her pussy. “Gonna fuck you now, Lilenta,” he rasped, rubbing the broad head of his shaft over her slippery folds. “Need to fill you up with my cock and mating fist. Need to mark you, bond you to me all over again.”
“Please! God, please, yes.” Liv heard herself begging shamelessly but she couldn’t seem to stop it. Couldn’t seem to do anything but spread her thighs wider in submission for the thick rod that was already invading her pussy.
She’d had him in her before—many times already. But still she felt the slight, stretching pain that came with accommodating such a large male. It was a good feeling—the feeling of being owned and opened and she welcomed it completely as he slid smoothly into her, inch by thick inch. But even when the head of his cock touched bottom inside her, she knew he wasn’t completely in. She still had his mating fist—the thick ridge of muscle that surrounded the base of his cock nearly doubling its diameter—to take inside her pussy.
The mating fist was a physical characteristic only Beast Kindred had. Its purpose was to swell inside the female the warrior was fucking and tie them together for hours until enough cum had been pumped into her pussy to ensure a complete bonding. Liv had been deathly afraid of it at first and she was still a little nervous as she felt the thick ridge pressing against her entrance. But Baird’s body instinctively made chemicals that worked on hers, allowing her to open enough to take him in, though it was a very, very tight fit.
Baird knew she was still a little shy of his fist and he stopped his forward motion to stroke her back soothingly. �
��You all right?” he murmured. “Can you handle it, Lilenta?”
“Yes…” Liv whispered, spreading her thighs wider, trying to be open enough to take him. “I’m okay. I’ve had you in me before.”
“I’m especially thick tonight, though.” He sounded apologetic. “Been needing you so bad this past week. I’m afraid you might have a hard time taking me in.”
Remind me never to deprive him again, no matter how good or romantic the reason, Liv thought a bit wildly. But she was never one to back down from a challenge and besides, she needed him in her every bit as much as he needed to be there.
“It’s okay,” she whispered, pressing back against him, deliberately spreading her pussy for his cock. “Put it in me, Baird. I…I want you to.”
“And I want to, Lilenta. Just don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she insisted. “Go ahead Baird, fuck me.”
Her words seemed to inflame him beyond reason. With a low growl, he gripped her hips and pressed deep and hard inside her.
Liv moaned in mingled pleasure and pain as the thick mating fist, swollen with his pent up need, finally breached her pussy and entered her, filling her completely. God, it hurt so good she could hardly breathe. There was nothing better than this, than submitting to the man she loved, opening herself for him and taking him—all of him—into her body.
Baird groaned at the pleasure of entering her but once in, he held perfectly still for a moment, caressing her hips. “Gods, Lilenta,” he murmured. “Wish you could see this. My cock buried so deep inside you and your little pussy stretched so tight around my fist. Think I’m gonna come just looking at it.”
“Come then,” Liv moaned, pressing back against him. The Kindred were multi-orgasmic so Baird’s orgasm wouldn’t end their fun. In fact, it would help. With such a tight fit, every extra bit of lubrication was needed.
“Gonna fill you up,” Baird promised her, pressing hard against the end of her channel, and it was no idle threat. Though she’d never felt anything at this moment with a human lover, Liv could feel the hot jets as his seed coated the inside of her unprotected pussy as well as the warm liquid leaking out around the edges of where they were joined so tightly.
“Baird!” she moaned as several pearly drops of his cum slid down to coat her clit. She didn’t know if it was the same with other Kindred but with Beast Kindred, their seed seemed to act as an aphrodisiac. Her pussy was immediately more swollen and sensitive, insuring that the lightest touch would make her come again and again.
“You like that, Lilenta?” His voice was rough with lust and need. “Like the feel of my cock filling you? My cum leaking out of your hot little pussy?”
“You know I do,” she whispered, pressing back against him again. “More, Baird. Come in me again and then fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
“I’ll give it to you as hard as you need, Lilenta,” he promised, gripping her hips again. “Gonna fill you with my cum over and over tonight. Make you mine forever.”
“I’m already yours,” Liv protested breathlessly, but even as she spoke she felt a new rush of heat inside her and more of the warming liquid slipped out to flow over her folds.
With a low roar, Baird began to pump inside her, still coming as he did so. Liv moaned and gripped the duvet, trying to keep from falling over with the force of his fucking. She was so close…so close to coming again. If he would only…
Baird, she sent through the mental link which had been forged the first time they bonded. Touch me! Need you to touch me…make me come.
How about this? He varied his angle slightly and she felt something else coming into play. It was the part of him she’d learned was called the flange—a sort of extension that rose from the very base of his mating fist. The only part of it, in fact, that didn’t fit inside her. It didn’t seem to matter what position they were in, the flange was always there, ready and waiting. It cupped her clit like a firm but gentle finger and rubbed the swollen, supersensitive button just the right way as Baird rocked inside her.
It was exactly what she needed. With a moaning cry, Liv felt herself falling over the edge again, her orgasm washing through her like a warm wave as she lost herself completely in the moment.
“You like that, Lilenta?” he growled softly, gripping her hips harder. “Like it when I fuck you and make you come?”
“You…you know I do,” she gasped, barely able to breathe.
“That’s good,” he rumbled. “Because it’s going to be a long…long night. And we’re just getting started.” His voice softened and he stroked her back soothingly. “I love you, Olivia. Love you so much.”
“Show me how much.” Despite her orgasm she still wanted more. She could never get enough of him—never. Pressing back against him, she worked herself on his still-hard shaft. “Show me, Baird,” she whispered in a low, breathless voice.
“With pleasure, Lilenta.”
And he proceeded to do exactly that.
Five
Sylvan didn’t know what in the seven hells was happening to him. First his fangs had come out—not once, but twice. And the second time he hadn’t even noticed. Thankfully he’d been able to force them to retract, though the feeling was akin to having his erect cock bound in a too-tight pair of pants. But now his mating scent was apparently emanating from every pore. He could barely smell it himself—it was too much a part of him. But why else would Sophia have rubbed herself against him like that?
Her soft, curvy body. The fullness of her breasts against my chest. Her warm secret scent… She even seemed to like the press of my shaft against her—at least she didn’t move away. He shook his head. No, there was no way the shy, obviously inexperienced Sophia would have made such a wanton display if his mating scent wasn’t out in full force.
But it shouldn’t be! I have sworn never to call a bride. Sworn it in the sacred grove before the statue of the Mother herself. Why is this happening to me? He didn’t know.
His boots clicked and echoed as he strode along the endless lines of docked vehicles, looking for the shuttle that he and Baird shared. Finally, he found it at the end of a short row of similar craft. It was long and sleek and silver—with a very small enclosed space inside. He threw a glance back at Sophia who was nearly running to keep up with his long strides. What if his mating scent filled the cabin of the shuttle as it had the compartment of the transport tube? Was there any way to suppress it?
Sylvan wished he knew but he had never heard of a warrior with his problem before. Usually when a Blood Kindred’s fangs came out and his mating scent began exuding, he was mentally and emotionally ready to claim his bride. But I’m not ready. I’ll never be ready. And even if I was, even if I would dream of breaking my vow, Sophia would never have me.
He remembered the look of horror on her face when she had pointed to his fangs. Well, he supposed he couldn’t blame her. He had cut her lip quite badly with them. But still, did she have to look at him as though he was some kind of monster? He had seen that expression on a female face before—that rejection. And even though he didn’t want her—not with his mind anyway, his foolish body was a different story—seeing that look hurt.
“Sylvan?” A soft hand rested lightly on his elbow and he realized he’d been standing there with his arms crossed, brooding down at the sleek silver shuttle. “Sylvan?” she said again in her soft, musical voice.
Reluctantly, he turned his head to look down at her. “Yes?”
“I…I’m sorry.” She was as pale as paper but there was a determined look in her eyes. In fact, she looked the same way she had just before she’d forced herself to kiss him.
“Sorry for what?” Sylvan made an effort to soften his voice. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for, Sophia.”
“Yes, I do,” she said stubbornly. “I shouldn’t have…shouldn’t have jumped away like that. I don’t know why, uh, what happened but I know you were just trying to, er, comfort me.”
The look on her beautiful face was both fearfu
l and pleading. For some reason it made Sylvan feel as though she’d reached into his chest and was holding his heart in her soft little hand. “Sophia…” He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to push back the tension headache that was pulsing in his temples. “I don’t know why it happened either. I don’t know why my fangs have suddenly come out twice in the past—”
“Three times,” she said faintly.
“What?” He opened his eyes and stared at her.
“You…they came out in the sacred grove, too. When you were, um, rescuing me from that priestess.”
Sylvan nearly groaned. This is not good. The fact that his fangs were coming out in response to his lust for her was one thing. But to know that they were also coming out when his protective instincts were aroused was something else again. I’m acting like we’re already mated and I have to protect her! What in the seven hells is wrong with me?
“I’m sorry,” he said at last, not knowing what else to say. “I beg your forgiveness if I frightened you.”
“It’s all right.” But the look on her face said it wasn’t. “Uh…maybe we should just get back to Earth. If…if you still don’t mind taking me?”
It was on the tip of his tongue to make some excuse and find her another pilot. Preferably one who was already happily mated and wouldn’t exude the heady pheromone-laden mist he was currently putting out like a steam bath. But he had offered to see her home and accepted Baird’s charge for her safety. A Kindred did not make idle promises—if he gave her over to someone else’s care now, he would be guilty of the worst kind of unfaithfulness. Besides, just the thought of her in close proximity to another male, even one who was mated and would have no interest in her, made Sylvan feel enraged. Mine, he thought before he could stop himself. Damn it, she’s mine!
His fangs ached and so did his cock.
Oh, I’m in trouble here, he thought as he concentrated on keeping his fangs from growing—Gods, it was painful to hold them back. So much trouble. But it couldn’t be helped—he would just have to take her back to Earth as quickly as possible and then try never to see her again.
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