“I’ll give you more, my Khalla,” Tragar growled, releasing her tight peak and she realized she must have moaned her need aloud. He switched to the other nipple and sucked it deep and hard as well, easing the pressure of her nectar. Emily swore she could feel each deep pull of his hot mouth directly in her sensitive, swollen pussy.
And speaking of her pussy, it was aching now. She was so wet and hot her honey was wetting her inner thighs. The way she was straddling him, she could feel the hard shaft of his cock brushing against her outer cunt. Spread as she was, her pussy lips were wide open, her swollen little clit exposed and aching for contact with his thickness.
“Tragar,” she moaned, writhing on his lap. Pressing down against him, she rubbed hard against his shaft—only to moan and buck upwards again. God, it was too much—too intense! Though she ached for the intimate contact, she couldn’t stand it when it actually happened. Emily nearly cried with frustration—what was wrong with her?
“Emily?” Tragar had let her second nipple slip from between his lips and now he was looking up at her, concern in his golden eyes. “My Khalla, are you all right?”
“No.” Emily frowned and shifted on his lap again. She could still feel the heated length of his cock brushing her outer pussy lips but she didn’t dare come down and let him slide against her open folds again—yet that was the very place she needed him.
The big Kindred frowned.
“What is it, Emily?” he murmured, stroking her cheek. “Tell me and I’ll try to help you.”
“I want…I need…” Emily took a deep breath, feeling her face burn with an embarrassed blush. “I want to feel you—feel your cock rubbing against me. But when I tried, it was too much—too intense. But I need it so badly. Need contact with you, Tragar. I just don’t know how to get it.”
“Of course you cannot stand the feel of my shaft against you yet,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from her eyes. “This is the start of your breeding cycle. Your honey is just beginning to flow and your pussy is too sensitive.”
“What can we do, then?” Emily demanded. “Because we have to do something soon—I’m burning up inside!”
“It’s all right, my Khalla,” he rumbled gently. “Don’t worry. I simply need to prime your pussy with my tongue.”
“You mean taste me? Like you did before?” She vaguely remembered how frightened and uncomfortable the idea had made her in the past. But then when he had actually licked and kissed her pussy, it had felt so good…so right. She wanted that feeling again—no, she needed it. Needed to have his tongue deep inside her and swirling around her swollen clit.
“Exactly.” The big Kindred nodded, his eyes half-lidded with lust. “But in a different position this time.”
“How do you mean?” Emily asked, uncertainly. She had already gotten off his lap and was preparing to lie down on the side of the bed so that he could taste her as he had before. But before she could, Tragar was raising her up to her hands and knees and positioning her in the center of the bed.
“Like this, my Khalla,” he murmured, urging her to spread her thighs while he knelt behind her.
“What…what are you doing?” Emily asked breathlessly, looking over her shoulder to try and see what was going on. “Why like this? From behind?”
“Breeding is an animalistic instinct,” Tragar explained in a low voice. “Some say a Khalla’s needs make her almost mindless in some ways—being taken from behind helps ease the need and satisfy her most primal cravings.”
“So you’re going to…to take me this way?” Emily asked, her heart pounding. “I thought you were just going to taste me.”
“I am.” He stroked one large, warm hand down her bare back soothingly. “We will be locked together for hours once my mating fist enters you—I’ll want to look into your eyes then. But for now, this position helps you to release some of your animalistic need. So relax, my Khalla. Raise your ass for me and spread your thighs—submit to my tongue in your pussy.”
Moaning softly, Emily did as he said, lowering her head to her arms and lifting her bottom high in the air. This position made her feel incredibly vulnerable but also incredibly hot. She did indeed feel like a female animal in heat, waiting for her mate to mount her.
“Gods, you’re a gorgeous sight,” Tragar murmured hoarsely, stroking the trembling globes of her ass. “Your ripe little cunt is so open for me, Emily. And your honey is all over your thighs. I think I want to clean you up a little first before I taste you.”
“Do…do what you want,” Emily whispered, spreading her thighs a little wider. “I’m yours, Tragar. Do what you need to do.”
“It will be my very great pleasure, my Khalla,” he growled. And then she felt his hot breath on her inner thighs and the long, slow drag of his tongue along her sensitive flesh.
Moaning breathlessly, Emily tried to hold still for him. But it was hard—so hard when all she wanted was his tongue deep inside her. Tragar took his time, licking her inner thighs in long, slow strokes without ever actually touching her pussy until she thought she was going to go crazy. Finally, though, he pulled back a little.
“Your honey is flowing freely now, my Khalla,” he murmured, stroking one fingertip over her swollen outer pussy lips. Emily shivered and moaned at his touch.
“What…what does that mean?”
“It means you’re finally ready to be tasted more fully—ready for me to lick and suck your honey from the source,” he growled. “Spread a little wider for me, Emily. Let me get my tongue in your sweet, creamy pussy.”
Moaning, she did as he asked, pressing back to meet him and spreading her thighs even wider, giving him complete access to her open pussy.
“Gods, you’re so wet and beautiful,” he muttered. Then she felt his hot, wet mouth connect with her sensitive pussy at last.
She cried out as he sucked one of her outer pussy lips into his mouth and bathed it gently with his tongue. Then he did the other—it felt incredible but when was he ever going to get to her aching clit?
“Tragar…” she begged breathlessly.
“Patience, my Khalla,” he murmured, stroking her thighs. “Priming your pussy correctly takes time. I do not wish to rush your cycle.”
“But please…I—”
Before she could finish her plea, she felt his hot tongue lapping gently but firmly over the swollen, inner folds of her pussy. Emily cried out and tilted her hips back, opening herself as wide as she could to receive his tongue into her aching center.
Tragar growled his approval and gripped her hips in his big hands. Tilting her pelvis even more, he began to give her pussy a long, leisurely tongue bath. Emily gasped as she felt the tip of his tongue start far back at the top of her slit and then slide down the length of her open cleft, dragging over the aching bud of her clit and ending at the entrance to her inner cunt.
“Gods, your honey is sweet, my Khalla,” Tragar groaned after he’d licked her several times like this. “And your little pussy is so wet and open. Are you ready to feel my tongue inside you? Pressing deep in your tight little cunt?”
“Please…” Emily pressed back against him, almost unable to form the words. “Please, Tragar, yes.”
“Then I will give you what you need, my Khalla,” he growled.
Before she could answer or beg any more, Emily felt the wet heat of his tongue again. This time he licked delicately around her entrance before pressing deep, sliding his tongue into her heated inner cunt and thrusting as though he was reaching for her heart with each stroke.
“Oh, God,” Emily moaned. She tried to hold still but she couldn’t help herself, the feeling of him inside her was too much. She found she was wiggling her hips and writhing in his grasp, unable to hold still while he tasted her as deeply as he was able.
But as wonderful as it was, Emily still wasn’t satisfied. His tongue in her felt good—felt amazing—but she still needed more. Her body was craving a deeper penetration with something much thicker and harder.
He pulled back at last.
“I know you do. The flavor of your honey has changed. It’s wilder now—I can taste your need.”
“Then will you…are you going to…to breed me?” Emily asked. Her heart was pounding again. As much as she needed this, she still had some reservations. Some bad memories that tried to push their way to the front of her mind.
“I’m going to try a few shallow strokes with you in this position,” Tragar told her, stroking her ass soothingly. “It’s the best way to coat your inner pussy with my precum and get you ready to make love. But I swear I won’t fill you with my mating fist until we are face to face. I want to look into your eyes as I fuck you—as I breed you, my Khalla.”
“All…all right,” Emily whispered. “Do what you think is best.”
“I’m going to go slowly.” Tragar shifted behind her and she felt the broad head of his cock slide over her aching clit and settle just at the entrance of her pussy.
“Oh…” she gasped, biting her lip.
“I’m going to keep my thrusts shallow at first—just the head to start with,” Tragar promised. “You can stop me at any time if it feels uncomfortable, Emily. Just say the word.”
“Yes, all right.” His soft, soothing words comforted her and made her feel better. She was able to push the past aside and relax a little as she felt the broad head, already slippery with precum, press gently into her pussy channel.
She gave a little gasp when she felt him enter her at last, the thick head pulsing just inside her inner cunt. Tragar held still, his hands firmly on her hips with just the tip of his cock inside her. Clearly he was letting her get used to the sensation of being partially filled.
Emily closed her eyes, imagining how she must look. Here she was on all fours with her head down and her ass high in the air, thighs spread wide to take the big Kindred’s thick cock deep in her pussy. The mental image did strange things to her insides—making her feel hot and needy—making her want more.
“Tragar, please,” she moaned, wiggling her hips. “I think…I think I’m ready to go a little further.”
“Then we will,” he growled softly. “But slowly, my Khalla. You’re very tight yet. I’ll need to coat the inside of your pussy thoroughly with my precum to make you ready to open wide enough to take me.”
“Do it, then,” Emily gasped. Now that she was used to feeling him penetrate her, it seemed like her body was going into overdrive. She wanted more of him in her—needed it. But when she tried to press back to capture more of his thick shaft in her hungry cunt, Tragar’s big hands clamped down on her hips, holding her still.
“As I said, slowly, Emily. Be still and submit to my shaft inside you. Be still and let me open you with my cock.”
“All right,” she whispered, forcing herself to hold still. And then, very slowly as he had promised, she felt the big Kindred press a little deeper so that another thick inch of his cock entered her. And then another and another until he was over halfway inside her. Then he stopped.
By now Emily’s body was in overdrive. Her new Khalla senses recognized that the big Kindred was giving her what she needed so desperately and she wanted more. She wanted it all.
“Tragar!” she moaned, wiggling impatiently.
“Be still, my Khalla,” he murmured soothingly. “Be still for a moment and let your body get used to mine. “Let my precum flow into your pussy to prepare you to take my shaft to the root and open for my mating fist.”
“Will…will it do that?” Emily gasped, turning her head to try and get a look at his face. “I mean, is that usual for a Beast Kindred?”
“To some extent, yes.” He nodded, a look of concentration on his dark features. “But especially when mating with a Khalla. My body will produce much more precum than usual to get you ready. In fact, it may feel as if I am already coming inside you. Be still for a moment and let it happen, Emily. I promise it won’t take long.”
“All right.” Biting her lip, Emily tried her best to hold still. She could feel his thickness spreading her inner walls, stretching her as his cock flexed inside her even though he wasn’t actively thrusting.
Then, something hot and wet began flowing into her. She gasped with surprise, uncertain how to feel about it—it wasn’t a harsh, jetting sensation, though. It was gentle but insistent—the feeling of Tragar pouring himself into her, of his body producing what her own body needed to be ready for him completely.
“Are you all right?” His deep voice was slightly strangled and Emily had the idea that it was difficult for him to hold still while this was happening. Doubtless he felt the need to thrust deep inside her but he was holding back until he knew she was ready.
“It…it does feel like you’re coming inside me,” she whispered as the warm, flowing sensation continued. God, shouldn’t she be filled up by now? Apparently not because the sensation continued and yet she somehow never overflowed.
“It’s only my precum,” he assured her. “It is filled with compounds that will enable you to stretch for my mating fist. Your body is drinking them in now, taking everything it needs from me to make you ready.”
Emily moaned softly but the flowing sensation deep in her pussy was actually calming and erotic at the same time. With a little sigh of satisfaction, she settled down, relaxing her head onto her arms and settled her knees a little further apart.
“It’s all right, Tragar,” she murmured, tilting her hips to give him better access to her pussy. “Do whatever you need to do. I trust you. I’m yours.”
“Gods, my Khalla.” His voice was hoarse with emotion as he stroked her bare back and ass tenderly. “I am yours as well. You’re so beautiful when you submit for me…when you open yourself so completely and let me fill your pussy.”
“I want you to fill me another way,” Emily whispered. “But I can wait—I’ll try to, anyway.”
As she finished speaking, the sensation of heated liquid flowing into her inner pussy slowed and then stopped. She moaned a little, missing the comforting feeling.
“It’s all right, Emily.” He stroked her back again. “It’s just that your body has finally gotten everything it needs from mine.”
“Not everything,” Emily objected.
He gave a deep, rumbling laugh. “No, not quite everything,” he agreed, withdrawing slowly from her. “But we can soon fix that.”
“Tragar—I feel so empty now,” she moaned as the broad head left her pussy completely.
“You won’t have to be empty for long,” he promised. Going up to the head of the bed, he positioned himself against the headboard once more. “Come to me, my Khalla. Come and ride my cock. Come and let me breed you.”
“God, yes…” Emily went to him eagerly, straddling his hips and positioning her open pussy over the broad head of his shaft. After being so filled with his precum though, she was surprised that nothing came out. Oh, she was wet—her inner folds slick with her honey—but none of the precum she’d felt flowing into her pussy leaked from her even a little. “Where is it all?” she asked looking down in confusion. “I felt it—felt so much of it going into me. Where did it go?”
“Your body absorbed my precum completely,” Tragar answered. “It was necessary to make you open enough for me. You should be aware, however, that will probably not be the case with my cum.”
“It won’t?” Emily was already gripping his long, hard shaft and positioning it under her hungry entrance eagerly. God, she needed him in her so badly.
“No.” Tragar shook his head, giving a little growl of pleasure as she stroked his shaft and then lowered herself down so that the head of his cock was kissing the inner folds of her pussy. “Due to the mating fist locking us together, you will be filled over and over as I come inside you. Your body won’t be able to absorb it all and some may escape. But since I will be coming continuously, there will be more than enough cum to flood your womb and breed you prop
erly, my Khalla.”
“Mmmm…” His words made her feel so hot she thought she would explode. Breed me—he’s going to breed me, she thought. And she knew she needed him to do it now. “Tragar, please,” she whispered. “Please do it—please breed me long and hard and deep.”
“With pleasure, my Khalla.” His words were a low, lustful growl and his golden eyes were half-lidded with need. He rolled his hips upward and with one long, slow thrust, he seated himself to the root inside her pussy.
“Ahhh…” Emily threw back her head and moaned. It felt incredible to have him so deep inside her, to feel him filling her completely. But no, not quite completely, she realized. For his mating fist still remained outside. She needed to relax—needed to let him in.
Tragar seemed to realize this as well.
“Slowly, my Khalla,” he murmured, gripping her hips in his big hands. “Slowly now. I’m going to work my mating fist into your little pussy. Just try to relax and be open for me as you were when I filled you with my precum.”
“All right,” Emily whispered. She felt him begin to press up, getting a little deeper and felt her body beginning to stretch to accommodate him. A little quiver of fear went through her—could she really be open enough to take all of him—even the thick mating fist?
Tragar obviously sensed her fear because he reassured her in his deep, soft voice.
“It’s all right, my Khalla. It’s all right, Emily. Just relax. Relax and let your body open to mine.”
With a little moan of submission, Emily dropped her head on his broad shoulder and relaxed, doing as he said, making herself as open as she could. In the past, she would never have been able to show this level of trust to any man, not after what Grayson had done. But here and now with Tragar, the past and all her bad memories were wiped away. All she could feel was the love and tenderness radiating from the male who held her in his arms. All she knew was that she loved him completely and wanted to give herself to him in any way she could.
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