“Yes!” Brandi bucked against him, wanting more but not sure how to ask for it. She was still supposed to be a sex robot, right? How aggressive should she be? As good as his mouth on her breasts felt, her pussy was aching and tingling between her thighs, anticipating being filled with the massive shaft she could feel pressing against her. It felt so big it was a little scary but again, the fear only pushed her excitement higher.
As it turned out, she didn’t have to worry about being too aggressive—the big Kindred was as hot and needy as she was—if not hotter.
“Spread your legs and raise that little skirt, baby,” he growled, his eyes flashing. “Wanna feel your sweet pussy. Need to see if you’re wet for me.”
Whimpering with need, Brandi did as he said. She had on a tiny pair of pink lace panties and she was ashamed to see that they were nearly see-through from her juices. God, part of her couldn’t believe she was actually doing this but another part never wanted it to stop! It was hands-down the most erotic experience of her entire life.
“Damn…” As before, the big Kindred took a moment just to admire the view. “Look at all the honey, you’re making, baby,” he growled. “I think you must be what the Blood Kindred call a numalla.”
Numalla? What’s that? And I thought he was a Blood Kindred. Why is he talking about them like they’re a different branch of the Kindred than him?
The questions flew through her head but before she could decide if she ought to ask any of them, the big Kindred slipped his fingers into the top of her lacy panties and slid them down to cup her pussy mound.
“Oh!” Brandi gasped and bucked into his hand.
“Like that, do you baby?” he growled softly. “Gods, you’re so fucking wet. I want to slide my cock inside you. Just…like…this.”
As he spoke, Brandi felt two long, thick fingers breach her entrance and slide into her heated depths. At the same time, the broad pad of his thumb parted her pussy lips and began rubbing across her clit.
Suddenly she was right on the edge. She’d always been a quick-starter in the sex department—she never would have gotten anything out of sex with Earl if she wasn’t. But the big Kindred was getting her hotter faster than she’d ever been before.
“Oh!” Brandi gasped, wishing again that she knew what to call him. “Oh, God!”
“Mmm, you’re so wet inside, baby.” The big Kindred stared at her hungrily as he continued to fuck her pussy with his thick fingers. “I can’t wait to have my cock in you. Right…here…” As he spoke he thrust up, hitting the end of her channel and pushing Brandi right over the edge.
“Ahh!” she gasped as the orgasm hit her—it was hard and fast, causing her pussy to clench tight around his invading fingers which felt so damn good but still she wanted more…
“Damn, sweetheart—you coming all ready?” he growled. “But we’re just getting started. “I haven’t even tasted your pussy yet!”
Brandi bit her lip. Despite the waves of pleasure still cresting inside her, she really didn’t want him doing that. Earl had tried it once or twice and said she “tasted funny down there.” Brandi was afraid if the big Kindred had the same reaction, their encounter would be over. Besides, she felt uncomfortable at the thought of his mouth between her legs.
“I don’t…don’t want you to do that,” she blurted.
“What?” The massive Kindred frowned, looking confused. “You don’t want…aren’t you programmed to like being tasted? This is a Kindred Puppet House, right? Kindred need to eat pussy.”
This was news to Brandi but she was also afraid he was getting suspicious.
“I just meant…I don’t want to wait to have you inside me,” she said quickly. “Please…” She thrust her hips up, pressing hard against the two thick fingers still buried deep inside her. “Please, I want you…need you in me!’
She might have been embarrassed to beg so shamelessly for sex under other circumstances, but she reminded herself again that she was a sex robot and she could act as shameless as she wanted. Besides, it really wasn’t an act—the first orgasm seemed to have only whetted her sexual appetite. She needed more.
“Just wanted to taste your sweet pussy to help you open up for me, baby,” he growled softly, pulling his fingers slowly out of her pussy and her panties. “But I guess I can wait until after. Still, gotta have at least one little taste…”
With a hungry growl, he sucked his fingers into his mouth, cleaning away every last bit of her pussy juice as though it was a rare treat.
“Ah, Gods,” he groaned after he finally finished cleaning his fingers. “It’s been so fucking long—I forgot how good female honey can taste.”
Brandi stared at him, wide-eyed. Maybe he really did like the taste. But she didn’t have long to consider this because a moment later, the big Kindred was tangling his thick fingers in the sides of her panties and tugging them down.
“These have to come off, baby,” he explained in a soft growl. “So I can fill you up with my cock.”
God, she loved the way he was so blunt about what he wanted and what he was going to do to her! Earl’s idea of dirty talk had been yelling, “Who’s your daddy!” at the top of his lungs when he was about to blow. Not very sexy, in Brandi’s opinion—certainly not anything like the way the big Kindred was talking to her.
Lifting her hips, she let him slide the soaked lace panties down. Then she spread her legs and reached for him shamelessly.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, I need you!”
“Need you too, baby,” he growled. “But we need to take it slow. You might be just a puppet but I still don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me!” Brandi protested. But the next minute she had reason to change her opinion on that.
The big Kindred opened the black leather trousers her was wearing and pulled out the biggest cock she’d ever seen—and that included porn vids.
Holy crap! Brandi thought, her eyes widening. He’s got a freaking baseball bat between his legs! How does he even use that thing? And how is he going to use it on me?
She suddenly remembered she hadn’t had sex in three years—she was practically a virgin again. Breaking her sexual dry spell with a man this big was like breaking a thirty day fast by eating an extra, extra, extra large pizza with everything on it.
In other words, it was crazy and guaranteed to cause some kind of internal complications.
“Like I said, going to go slow,” the big Kindred said firmly. “I don’t want the Mother Ship Kindred to start complaining I’m ruining their puppets.”
He pressed between her legs and Brandi found herself flat on her back with her thighs spread wide, her open pussy defenseless and vulnerable to his massive cock. She bit back a gasp of protest as he leaned in to enter her…and bit her lip in surprise at what he did instead.
Rather than ramming the entire thick length of his shaft deep inside her all at once, the big Kindred was rubbing just the flaring crown of his cock over the slippery inner folds of her pussy.
Brandi moaned at the slick friction, her desire returning in a rush. She loved the feeling of him rubbing her clit and coating her naked pussy with his precum. Oh God, she really shouldn’t be doing this but it felt really good.
Her fear seemed to melt away as he rubbed her over and over, patiently making certain to touch every part of her pussy with the head of his cock multiple times. She began to feel a pleasurable, tingling sensation and her pussy throbbed with need as the slow, sweet torture continued.
“Please,” she begged finally. She couldn’t believe she was asking him to invade her pussy with that thick monster between his thighs but she suddenly felt so empty inside. And all the sliding and rubbing was making her so hot she could barely contain herself. “Please, I need you!”
“All right, sweetheart—we’ll try it now,” he growled. “Just wanted to be sure I can get my mating fist inside you. I want to breed you deep.”
Mating fist? Isn’t that the swelling at the base of t
he cock that Beast Kindred have? Is he a Beast Kindred then? But why does he have fangs?
Just then, the big Kindred breached her entrance with the broad, flaring head of his cock and she completely lost her train of thought.
Oh God, this is going to hurt—I know it is! There’s no way it can’t! whispered a panicked little voice in her head. But as the first thick inch of his shaft—and he was very thick—entered her channel, she was pleasantly surprised.
Oh, she felt a stretching sensation all right, as her inner walls opened to accommodate him, but it didn’t hurt. In fact, it felt good to be so open to a male.
With a moan of pure pleasurable surprise, she pressed her hips forward, wanting more.
He laughed softly.
“Eager, aren’t you baby? All right, if it’s not hurting you I’ll give you more.”
“It doesn’t hurt,” Brandi promised. “Please…” she shifted her hips up again, trying to capture more of his thick shaft inside her.
“Gods, such a sexy little girl,” he growled. “Look at you, working yourself on my cock.”
But he was so big it was a two-person effort to get him in. With a frustrated cry, Brandi reached up to dig her nails into his broad back, trying to bring him closer.
“Mmm…that stings,” he rumbled, his eyes blazing with lust. “Is that how you like it baby? You want it rough after all?”
If “rough” meant finally getting him all the way inside her hungry pussy, then Brandi was all for it.
“Yes!” she bucked up to meet him again, trying to get more. God, he was so big—would she really be able to take him all?
But the tingling sensation of his precum bathing her pussy folds must have somehow made her more open. As she cried and moaned, he finally sank to the hilt inside her in one, swift and brutal thrust.
But even as Brandi felt him bottoming out inside her, the broad head of his cock giving the mouth of her womb a hard kiss, there was another, deeper stretching sensation and then something absolutely huge was inside her, stretching her open—something even bigger than the rest of his already massive shaft.
“Gods, baby—look at that,” the Kindred growled. “You took my mating fist on the first try—that’s so fucking hot!”
Brandi couldn’t even answer except to moan. She had never felt so filled in all her life and it was like some kind of sexual revelation. Compared to Earl’s pathetic little worm, the big Kindred had a python and somehow he had managed to get it—all of it—up inside her. It was amazing.
She had no idea how this was possible and at the moment, she honestly didn’t care. She just wanted to feel him moving inside her—she just wanted to be fucked.
Reaching for him, she dug her fingernails into his broad shoulders and tilted her pelvis up, letting him know in no uncertain terms exactly what she wanted.
“Mmm, is this what you need, sweetheart?” Looking deep into her eyes, the big Kindred pulled out—but only slightly—and then thrust forward hard.
Brandi knew some women who hated having their cervix touched during sex but to be honest, she absolutely loved it. It sent sparks of pleasure deep inside her, stimulating a part of her body that couldn’t be pleasured any other way. With Earl, this sensation had never been strong enough—the head of his little cock hitting the end of her channel was like someone lightly rapping on the door. Now the big Kindred was pounding against that same door with a battering ram and damn did it feel fine!
She went wild.
Throwing back her head, she cried out her approval of the “righteous deep dicking” he was giving her—to use one of Crystal’s more colorful phrases. It was exactly what she needed—exactly what her body had been crying out for, for literally years.
She bucked up against him, taking it all and begging shamelessly for more. The big Kindred wasn’t shy about giving it to her, either. With a low growl, he wound his thick arms around her thighs and split her even wider. Pulling her ass off the mattress and tilting her pelvis up for him, he somehow made her even more open for his deep, punishing thrusts. Then he doubled her over, her knees practically touching her shoulders as he drove into her, filling her to the limit and beyond as he fucked her as deeply as possible.
Now he was hurting her. But in good way—if that made any sense. Brandi wasn’t sure it did but she didn’t give a damn. She couldn’t think of anything but the big Kindred so deep inside her—couldn’t feel anything but his thick shaft hitting bottom inside her with every hard thrust and setting off fireworks of pure pleasure that seemed to explode throughout her entire body.
She couldn’t reach his back now but she managed to get her arms up and dig her nails into the back of his neck. Pulling him down to her, she kissed him again, their mouths clashing as he took her over and over, pushing her higher and higher to what she knew was going to be the most intense and brutal orgasm of her life.
The big Kindred responded to the pain of her nails digging into him with a grunt of pain and even harder thrusts. It was like they were getting lost in each other—pushing each other higher and harder—daring each other to see who could reach the edge of pleasure first.
And then he ended the kiss as abruptly as it had begun and took her by the throat instead.
Brandi had a split second of fear—is he going to strangle me now? Is he into choking—I don’t like that!
But he didn’t squeeze or cut off her air supply—he simply turned her head so that the side of her neck was bared for him. Then, with a low growl, he leaned forward and bit her—driving his fangs deep into the side of her neck—piercing her above as he was piercing her below.
Brandi cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as the most intense orgasm she’d ever had ripped through her. She stiffened against him, her inner muscles clenching around his cock, milking him hard as though she was begging him to flood her with his seed.
It was a plea his body heard and answered. She felt him swell even bigger within her pussy and then hot, hard spurts of wetness were bathing the mouth of her womb.
Good thing I’m on the pill! she thought deliriously and then she was coming again—her pussy milking him hard, sucking the thick invader of his shaft as though she never wanted to let him go.
“Oh!” she cried hoarsely. “Oh, yes…yes! Please…” Damn it—she really wished she knew his name!
“The name is Slade, sweetheart. Call me by my name while I fill you up with cum.”
“Slade!” she cried, at last having something to call him. “Oh god, yes—fill me up! You’re making me come so hard!”
The incredible orgasm seemed to go on and on. It must be something to do with his fangs buried in her neck. It must be…
Brandi’s speculative thoughts came to a sudden screeching halt. How had he told her his name while he was still biting her? Had he somehow sent his voice inside her head? How had he done that? What was going on?
“That’s what I’d like to know, sweetheart. Who are you and how did I bond with you?”
“What?” Brandi began to struggle against him. “What’s going on? How are you doing this? How are you in my head?”
At last he withdrew his fangs from her neck and stopped thrusting. Pulling back, he looked her in the face and Brandi saw that his own face was like granite.
“Who in the Seven Hells are you?” he demanded, not answering any of her questions. “You’re not any damn Pairing Puppet, that’s for fucking certain.”
“Let me go…let me up!” Brandi demanded, panic filling her. God, now her cover was blown in the worst way! What had been the best sex of her life was quickly turning into the worst.
“Best sex of your life, huh? Is that why you snuck in here pretending to be a puppet?” he demanded, glaring down at her.
“What are you doing?” Brandi demanded. “Are you reading my thoughts? Get out of my head!”
She tried to get away from him but it wasn’t only her head the big Kindred was invading. Looking down, she saw that his long, thick shaft was still filling her
to the root and the large swelling at the base of it was literally stuck inside her.
Oh my God, we’re like two mating dogs stuck together! How am I ever going to get away from him?
“Give it a minute for my fist to go down,” the big Kindred growled. “You’ll pull your damn insides out if you try to get away before it does.”
He still looked completely pissed off and Brandi realized she could feel that he was pissed off too. His emotions were inside her head like his voice was. How was he doing that? And how could she make it stop?
“You made me break my vow, you know,” he told her, glowering at her.
“Let me go!” Brandi started fighting to be free in earnest. Bracing her feet on the bed on either side of him, she began to twist and yank, trying to get free of the thick shaft invading her.
“Hold still!” the big Kindred snarled. No, Slade, his name is Slade, babbled a panicky little voice in her brain. “You’re going to hurt yourself if you don’t wait a fucking minute. Bonding sex usually takes time—my fist won’t go down right away.”
“Let me go!” Brandi insisted again. She had no idea what “bonding sex” was and she didn’t want to know. She just wanted to get away from him!
At last the huge swelling at the base of his cock began to deflate a little—like someone letting air out of a balloon—and Brandi was able to wiggle free.
The minute the huge shaft slid out of her it was followed by a gush of his seed that wet the bed they were lying on like a flood.
Oh my God, how much did he come in me? It’s a damn good thing I’m on the pill or I’d be pregnant for sure, Brandi thought, staring down at the thick, pearly white cum still streaming out of her.
“I don’t know what pill you’re taking but there’s no way to prevent pregnancy with a Kindred,” Slade growled, still glaring at her. “I hope you’re happy sweetheart—in addition to forming a permanent bond with a complete stranger, I might have just planted a baby in that sweet little belly of yours. Is that what you wanted?”
Brandi had no words for this new, horribly scary idea. All she knew was that she had to get away from the huge Kindred—maybe if she put enough distance between them, she could get him out of her head.
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