Dark and Light: A Kindred Tales DUET Novel. Contains: Saved by the Drake AND Captured by the Kru'ell One

by Evangeline Anderson

  Twenty

  Kane didn’t know how he held back from Stinging her as he filled her with his seed. It was an instinct so strong he could barely control it—especially with her soft little neck so close and vulnerable.

  Only a strong sense of self-preservation kept him from leaning forward and injecting her with his lust-honey as he filled her with his seed, thus bonding the two of them forever.

  I can’t, he told himself fiercely, even as he crushed her to him and filled her womb with life. Can’t let myself go so far. The Overlord does not allow such things and a bond with Allisandra would mean my death after she leaves me.

  Somehow, he managed to hold back—mainly because he wasn’t thrusting inside her as he came in her. Kane was certain if he had been—if he had truly been fucking her—he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from claiming the curvy little female completely. As it was, he was able to stop himself from bonding her—just barely.

  He started to pull out when it was over but a light touch on his arm stopped him.

  “Stay in me,” Alli murmured, to his surprise. “Don’t leave me yet, Kane. Please. It…it’s so lonely in this big room all by myself.”

  His heart fisted in his chest and he cuddled her close.

  “Of course, baby,” he murmured in her ear. “I’ll stay as long as you want me to.”

  “Thank you,” Alli whispered, snuggling back against him with his hard shaft still buried deep in her pussy. She seemed to find it comforting and Kane—like all Kindred—didn’t go soft after coming. So he was able to hold her close in every sense of the word as they finally drifted off together with his cock still lodged to the hilt in her tight wetness.

  Twenty-One

  After that night, Alli stopped fighting her need for him. She woke him the next morning by thrusting her breasts into his face. When Kane opened his eyes, she murmured,

  “You don’t have to strap me to the Stinging Frame anymore. You…you can Sting me now, if you want.”

  Kane took her at her word, sucking her sweet nipples into his mouth and Stinging them both until Alli moaned and writhed against him. She opened her legs to let him Sting her clit as well and when he Stung inside the sweet, sucking well of her pussy, he tasted his own seed mixed with her juices and knew that she’d held it within her all night, hoping it would take root inside her.

  “Mmm, baby,” he growled, kissing her mouth to share the taste of both of them with her. “You taste so good with my come inside you.”

  Alli’s cheeks got red but she lifted her chin, clearly determined not to be ashamed of her desire.

  “I want a baby,” she told him firmly. “I know that now. I…accept it. So I want you to do the best you can to give me one, Kane.”

  “I’ll do my best, baby,” he promised hoarsely and proceeded to give her another load of his seed, this time rolling her over on her back to plant it directly in her little pussy as they lay face to face in her bed.

  Allisandra moaned and writhed under him desperately as he kissed her and slid deep inside her. Kane let her work herself on his cock but as before, he didn’t move himself. He didn’t dare to—he was too afraid that if he thrust inside her he wouldn’t be able to keep from bonding her to him. Allisandra had grown on him in a way no other concubine ever had and he sensed he was in real danger of losing his heart to her.

  But I can’t do that, he reminded himself. Can’t love her and can’t Bond her. I can only give her something to remember me by—can only give her the greatest desire of her heart and hope she remembers me after I let her go…

  Twenty-Two

  Alli stopped feeling guilty about what they were doing—well, mostly, anyway. After all, she told herself, Kane wasn’t actually making love to her—wasn’t thrusting inside her and fucking her. The big Kru’ell One was just giving her his seed and if he had to be hilt-deep in her pussy to do it, well, was that her fault?

  Alli thought not. If Douglas wouldn’t give her a baby, she would get one however she could and they would have to worry about the details later.

  And so she no longer fought the big Kru’ell One when he wanted to Sting her. In fact, she offered her breasts and spread her legs eagerly. And not just when the two of them were in bed together, either.

  They often sat together with Kane’s thick shaft buried inside her as they read or watched a vid together. Alli felt it comforting to have his thick shaft lodged inside her, so much so that she began to feel empty when he wasn’t filling her. Kane would always hold her close, never thrusting inside her, but only stroking and caressing her sensitive clit until she came all around him, milking the creamy seed from his shaft straight into her pussy.

  Deep down, Alli couldn’t help wishing they could have the whole experience together—that she could feel his thick shaft thrusting in and out of her over and over as he made love to her for real. But she knew that would be wrong—would most definitely be cheating. So she held herself back from asking and simply took what the big Kru’ell One offered.

  Then, one evening, near the end of their second week together, Alli came to dinner in Kane’s rooms and saw something new. It was a strange kind of rocking chair with a motor beneath the seat and a set of footrests directly below the arm rests.

  “What in the world” She walked over to give the chair an experimental push. The motor started to whir and the seat dipped downward and then thrust back up as the chair rocked. The motion continued as Alli watched, wondering what in the world the new furniture was for.

  “Ah, I see you’ve found my new Breeding Chair,” Kane rumbled behind her.

  “Your what?” Alli asked in confusion. “What is it for?”

  “It’s more commonly used in your own universe,” Kane explained. “For Kindred who need to breed a female much smaller and more fragile than they are, gently and carefully. Do you see how the seat dips down and then comes back up again as the motor runs?”

  Alli did see it and suddenly the implications became clear. Once more, the big Kru’ell One had known what she wanted and had found a way to give it to her.

  Using this chair, his shaft would be thrusting in and out of her pussy with the slow, rocking motion of the seat and yet neither one of them would be responsible for the action. It would be the chair doing the fucking—not Kane. And yet, Alli would be fucked—well and thoroughly—she had no doubt. Fucked and filled with his seed, just as she longed to be.

  “Do you like it?” Kane asked, his voice a low rumble of desire.

  Alli bit her lip. She knew she ought to feel guilty about what they were about to do, but she didn’t.

  “Yes.” She looked up at him eagerly. “Can we try it out right now?”

  “Of course baby.” He seated himself in the breeding chair and unfastened his trousers, letting his long, thick shaft spring free. “Come here.” He motioned for her. “Come sit in my lap and let me love you.”

  Alli felt her heart tremble at his words. Could it be that the big Kru’ell One actually was beginning to have feelings for her? She was certainly having feelings for him, though she tried to hide them, even from herself. How could she help it though, when he was always giving her so much pleasure?

  She was wearing another one of the many pairs of sexy, crotchless panties that Kane liked her in so there was nothing in the way when she climbed into the big Kru’ell One’s lap and settled down to take his thick shaft deep in her cunt.

  “Gods, baby,” he groaned softly as Alli—with one practiced motion—straddled him and took his shaft inside her pussy down to the root.

  “Mmm, Kane,” she whispered, fitting her feet to the footrests and leaning her cheek against his broad chest. “Feels so good to have you inside me.”

  “It’s about to feel better,” he promised her and started the Breeding Chair’s motor.

  Alli moaned softly as the seat dipped down, drawing his thick shaft out of her until only the head was still lodged in her pussy, and then pressed back up again, thrusting Kane’s long cock to the
root inside her. They both groaned as he touched bottom inside her and leaned down to take her mouth in a hot kiss.

  Alli kissed him back and held on tight, loving the feeling of his shaft thrusting inside her at last, even if it was the Breeding Chair doing the thrusting and not him.

  “That’s right, baby,” he murmured when he broke the kiss at last to look into her eyes. “I thought you might like this chair.”

  “I do,” Alli confessed breathlessly. “It’s wonderful, Kane. And…” She bit her lip shyly. “I like the way it moves.”

  “I do too, baby,” he murmured. “Love the way it thrusts my cock so deep in your tight little pussy.”

  Then he kissed her again as the Breeding chair did its work.

  It didn’t take long for Kane to come inside her and Alli to come with him. It seemed that getting properly fucked made her multi-orgasmic, for the two of them came over and over as the Breeding Chair rocked gently, thrusting Kane’s thick shaft into her again and again while Alli squeezed and milked him with her inner walls.

  They spent hours in the Breeding Chair after that, and though Alli sometimes wished for a harder or faster motion, she understood that Kane was giving her everything he could while trying not to cross the line they had drawn.

  She was content and truly happy for the first time in a long time, as the Big Kru’ell One made love to her in the only way he could, and attempted to make her pregnant.

  One day as they finished a long, luxurious breeding session and Kane was still buried deep in her pussy, Alli admitted to herself she never wanted this time to end. Resting her head against his broad, bare chest, she began to wonder about staying on with Kane after her month was up.

  Am I crazy? she wondered. Do I have Stockholm Syndrome? Or am I addicted to his Sting?

  Maybe you’re just falling in love with him, whispered a little voice in her head.

  Alli frowned—that couldn’t be. But how could she help having some feelings for a man who had unearthed her deepest desire and was doing everything in his power to give it to her? Not to mention the fact that the sex truly was mind-blowing—and certainly nothing at all like what she had with her fiancé.

  Comparing her love-making with Douglas to her time with Kane was like comparing a child’s finger painting to the work of the great Masters or contrasting a simple tune to a symphony played by a full orchestra. Or maybe it was more like the difference between fast food and a gourmet meal. The point was, her fiancé simply couldn’t hold a candle to her captor.

  Every time he entered her, Kane looked into her eyes and kept her in the moment with him so that Alli never felt the need to fantasize. He spoke softly in that deep, gravelly voice of his, telling her all the erotic things he wanted to do to her, telling her how much he desired her, making her feel like the only woman in the universe for him. Sometimes he tied her to the bed, blindfolded her, and teased and tasted her for hours before letting her come. And he never let her forget that he found her beautiful and sexy and gorgeous and perfect just the way she was.

  Contrast all that with Douglas’s once-a-week pump, squirt, roll over and snore routine, and there was no contest.

  Alli tried to imagine her life if she stayed with the big Kru’ell One—living in his floating space fortress, eventually having a baby—maybe more than one. But how would she educate them? What kind of life would this be for a child?

  Humans were a subjugated race in this universe—would her children also be subjugated or would they have the status of their father? And could she really allow herself to love a member of the race who had taken over the entire Earth and made humans into their slaves and concubines?

  She wanted to broach these ideas with Kane, but before she could, he read her thoughts.

  “It would never work, baby,” he murmured, looking into her eyes and shaking his head ruefully. “You can’t stay with me. My kind don’t bond. We can’t.”

  Alli frowned. “Can’t or won’t?”

  “We don’t,” he emphasized. “The Overlord has forbidden it. And there are…other reasons as well.”

  “What reasons?” Alli insisted, frowning,

  Kane shook his head. He was silent for a moment, and when he spoke, he didn’t answer her question.

  “Because I can’t bond with you, I would eventually have to take another concubine to feed on. You would hate me for that. And you can’t leave your normal life and your work for me. You’d be unhappy eventually and hate me even more for taking you away from everything that you know.”

  “I suppose so.” Alli looked down at her hands. She hadn’t thought about the possibility of the two of them staying together in such stark terms. Hadn’t understood all the obstacles in the way. “I guess I thought I was different from your other concubines,” she said, still not looking at him. “I hoped I was special to you.”

  “You are—so damn special!”

  Kane lifted her chin, looking intensely into her eyes. For a moment the mirror sheen of his own flickered and Alli thought she saw Kane—the real Kane—looking back at her instead of just reflecting her face and her desires.

  “Alli,” he said roughly. “I don’t want to let you go…but I have to. Please, try to understand.”

  “I understand.” She looked away, not wanting him to see the tears that were stinging her eyes. “It’s fine. I need to go back anyway. I…” She lifted her chin. “I’m getting married soon. Well, if Douglas still wants me when I get back.”

  “He’d be a fool not to,” Kane growled, his eyes flashing. “Gods, I hate sending you back to that idiot. He doesn’t deserve you!”

  “Well, you don’t want me—not permanently, anyway,” Alli snapped her hurt and sorrow turning to anger. “What am I to you, Kane—just a meal? And once you’ve finished with me you’ll go looking for some other woman to feed on?”

  His face hardened.

  “That’s how my kind live, Allisandra. It’s the only way there is for us.”

  “Fine.” Alli disengaged from him and climbed off his lap. “Well the buffet line is over—here at least. I’m done with this.”

  Kane gave a short nod.

  “We only have a few days until I have to take you back anyway. If you’re not pregnant by now, I doubt there’s anything more I can do about it.”

  His words made Alli put a hand to her belly. Was she carrying his child? And how would Douglas react to the news that she was pregnant if, indeed, she was? How could she explain to her fiancé that she was having another man’s baby? He hadn’t wanted to be a father to any children of his own—Alli was certain he wouldn’t want to raise one that had been fathered by another male.

  She shook her head.

  I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it. In the meantime, it’s time to cut this off—time to start getting over Kane. Otherwise it’s going to hurt so much worse when he takes me back to my own world.

  As always, Kane seemed to know her thoughts.

  “That’s fine with me, Allisandra,” he told her, his face as hard as granite. “If you want to spend our remaining days apart, be my guest.”

  “Don’t you mean be your captive?” Alli shot back. “Isn’t that what I am?”

  “Think what you want,” Kane growled. He rose from the Breeding Chair and fastened his trousers as he spoke. “I’ll see you at Last Meal tonight,” he said and was gone, moving with that strange, almost supernatural speed which always made Alli feel like she was seeing things.

  But right now, all she was seeing were tears. They blurred her vision and blinded her. So much for loving the big Kru’ell One. No matter how many pretty things Kane said to her, it was clear she was nothing but sustenance to him. Then again, what else should she have expected from an emotional vampire, Alli asked herself.

  She’d been a fool to ever let herself care for him.

  Well, from now until the end of her stay, she was going to keep to her room and see Kane as little as possible. She was determined to keep to herself and ignore him.

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nbsp; At least, those were her intentions. But that was before the Summons…

  Twenty-Three

  Kane frowned at the piece of parchment unrolled before him. Alli could tell whatever was written on it was bothering him, though she didn’t know why. It had been delivered by special messenger—a sub-space drone which had come all the way from Earth and brought it to the door of his fortress just as they were sitting down to eat.

  Reluctantly, she decided to break her silence, though she had been determined not to speak to the big Kru’ell One through the entire dinner.

  “What is it?” she asked, nodding at the parchment. “And why didn’t they just send you an email or whatever? Why the need for a drone to come all the way from Earth?”

  Kane’s face creased into a grim expression.

  “It’s a Summons,” he said shortly and went back to perusing the elaborately scripted parchment.

  “Well that makes everything as clear as mud,” Alli said dryly. “A Summons from who? What does it mean?”

  At last, Kane looked up at her. Alli saw that his eyes were hard.

  “A Summons from the Overlord,” he growled. “The head of my kind—the leader of the Kru’ell Ones. And he doesn’t fuck around with electronic communications—not with a feast of this importance.”

  “A feast?” Alli raised her eyebrows. “Is it something you have to go to?”

  “I do,” Kane said. “And you do as well—I’m supposed to bring my current concubine.” He shook his head. “Gods damn it—this is going to be fucking dangerous.”

  “Dangerous?” Alli felt a chill skitter down her spine. “Dangerous how? What are you talking about?”

  “Dangerous in that the Overlord is notoriously unpredictable,” Kane growled. “That’s how he’s remained Overlord for as long as he has—it’s not an elected position. He killed twenty other warriors to get to where he is today.”