“Gods, baby—feels good to me too.” Raak’s voice was hoarse in his own ears but he couldn’t help it. The sight of the curvy little female all spread out and open on his lap as she rubbed her slippery, open pussy against his bare cock was damned erotic. Already he could feel the hot seed building in his balls. If she kept this up, he was going to come all over her slippery inner folds.
Which was, apparently, exactly what she wanted.
“Mmm, Raak,” she moaned, drawing his name out like a prayer. “You feel so right against me and I can feel how hard you’re getting.” She looked him boldly in the eyes. “Are you going to come for me soon? Are you going to give me a creamy pussy?”
“Damn, baby girl—didn’t know you knew how to talk dirty,” Raak growled.
Kara blushed prettily.
“Well, I had a good teacher. You’re a pretty good dirty talker yourself.”
“Keep it up,” Raak told her. “And keep rubbing my shaft against that soft little pussy and Hell yes I’m gonna come all over that sweet little slit of yours. Might even come right up inside you if you want me to.”
Kara bit her lip.
“That’s exactly what I want—to feel you coming inside me, Raak,” she admitted. “But first I want to feel your cream on the outside of my pussy.”
“Then spread wide, baby girl, because here…it…comes,” Raak growled. On the last word he stiffened and felt his orgasm overtake him.
They both watched as spurt after spurt of his hot cream painted Kara’s slippery inner folds. And then, after a moment, she pressed the thick head to the entrance of her pussy and let the last few shots go directly inside her.
It was the sexiest sight Raak had ever seen and it was all he could do to keep from flipping her over onto her back and thrusting deep inside her right then. But somehow he remembered that he needed to be on the bottom, not the top, and kept his position.
When Kara finally pulled away, he groaned at what he saw—his seed dripping from her soft little pussy almost as though they had already made love.
“More,” he told Kara, holding her eyes with his. “I want more, baby—want to be inside you.”
“That’s what I want too,” she assured him. “Please, Raak—fill me up. Take me and make me yours.”
She didn’t have to ask him twice.
“Come here, baby girl,” he growled. “Come here and let me fill that sweet little pussy and Claim you forever.”
Or for as long as they had. But he pushed that thought away. All he wanted now was Kara and he refused to think of anything else. He would concentrate only on her—on her pleasure and the love in her eyes as she pressed against him.
It was all he could do.
Thirty-Four
Kara couldn’t believe they were doing this—couldn’t believe she was actually going to let the big Unbondable change the color of her eyes. But the way her body ached for him let her know that he was right—this was the only way to cure her and get her essence running through her fangs instead of her nipples and pussy again.
Besides, she wanted him.
Not just want—I need him, she realized as she positioned the broad head of his cock against the entrance to her pussy once more. Need him inside me, filling me up and coming inside me when I bite him.
Just the thought made her fangs throb with need. She knew that the essence which was presently flowing from her nipples and pussy needed to be coming from her fangs instead and she was certain that when she sank their sharp points into Raak’s throat, that was exactly what would happen.
But first she needed him inside her.
With a little moan, she sank down on him, taking more of his thick cock into her pussy.
She was glad, now, that she’d had the idea to let him shoot some of his cream on her inner folds and even up into her pussy. The extra lubrication was very welcome as she strained to take his massive shaft inside her.
“Careful, baby,” Raak murmured anxiously, watching as she tried her best to fit him inside her. “Take it easy now—don’t hurt yourself.”
“I’m okay,” Kara told him, and found that it was true. Though she could feel her inner walls stretching to take him deep inside her, it hardly hurt at all. If anything, it was a good kind of pain—a deep, delicious stretching sensation as her pussy opened for a shaft for the very first time.
“Slowly,” Raak urged her. He was gripping her hips, not wanting to let her impale herself on his thickness too quickly. Kara obeyed him and took things slowly until she felt the broad head of his cock kiss the mouth of her womb. Then she moaned and pressed down even harder, loving the feel of him being all the way inside her, filling her completely.
“Goddess, yes,” she moaned, rocking back and forth experimentally to feel him move inside her. “Oh Raak, that feels so good.”
“Feels pretty damn fine to me too, baby girl,” he growled. “Just gonna sit here for a minute and watch you please yourself—watch you fuck yourself on my cock.”
“Mmm, I want to ride you all night,” Kara told him boldly. Her nipples were tight little points and her pussy had never felt so full before. “But you’ll have to help out too,” She leaned forward and kissed him before whispering, “Want to feel you moving inside me, Raak. Want to feel you fucking me.”
Her hot words had a definite effect on the big Unbondable. With a low growl, he wrapped his big hands around her hips and squeezed, pulling her down even harder on his shaft.
Kara moaned and braced her hands on his broad shoulders. Gods, she’d never imagined her first time like this—so hot, so almost animalistic. In all her fantasies it had been sweet and tender. But now that her first time was already on her, she found that she was too hot to stop—she needed Raak inside her. Needed him to fuck as deeply into her as he could, filling her to the brim with his seed.
And she needed to bite him.
Kara could feel her fangs filling with essence, could feel their sharp tips itching to pierce his skin and drive into the strong column of his throat. But not yet—she couldn’t do that until he filled her with his seed. Only then could she let herself bite him.
They had a regular rhythm going now—the big Unbondable thrusting up inside her and pulling her down to meet him as he filled her with his shaft. Kara braced her hands on his broad shoulders and spread her thighs wide, trying to be open enough to take him deep. She was crying out his name like a prayer, her breasts bouncing with every deep thrust, the world spinning around her. There was nothing she wanted more than this—nowhere she would rather be than here, making love with Raak. He was everything she needed—everything she loved.
And then he rasped in her ear,
“Gods, baby girl, wish I could make this last forever but you feel so good around me. Think I’m gonna come again soon—can you come for me first so I can feel your sweet little pussy squeezing all around me?”
“Y-yes, I th-think so,” Kara stuttered. She was, in fact, very close. She just needed a little something more to help push her over the edge.
As though reading her mind, Raak moved his hand from her hip and then she felt the broad pad of his thumb come in contact with her swollen clit.
“Oh, oh—yes!” Kara threw back her head as Raak rubbed her sensitive bud while he continued to thrust inside her. “Oh Goddess, Raak—right there! Touch me right there and don’t stop!”
“Right here, you mean, baby girl?”
He rubbed hard, one more time over her aching bud and then Kara found herself flying. The orgasm seemed to give her wings this time and she felt herself rushing upwards on a wave of pleasure that seemed designed to make her lose all control.
“Raak,” she moaned breathlessly. “Raak, I’m coming—you’re making me come so hard.”
“You’re about to make me come too,” he growled hungrily. “Gods, baby girl—I can feel your sweet little pussy squeezing me—it’s like you’re milking the seed right out of me!”
“Come in me,” Kara begged him. “Come in me now, Raak—fill me up. Make
me yours.”
“Only if you make me yours at the same time, baby,” he rasped. “Come on—bite me while I come in you. Claim me while I Claim you…while we Claim each other.”
Kara didn’t even think twice about it. Biting him was exactly what she wanted to do—what every instinct she possessed told her was the right thing to do.
As she felt the first hot spurt of his seed filling her pussy, she leaned over and sank her fangs deep into the side of his neck.
Thirty-Five
For a moment the feeling of pleasure and connection was almost more than Raak could bear. He had already been coming when she bit him but when the massive rush of essence hit his bloodstream, his body jumped to attention and redoubled its efforts. He felt himself spurting inside her even harder, as though his shaft was trying to fill her with as much of his seed as possible before it was too late.
Too late, he thought deliriously. Never too late. Gods, baby, love you so damn much…
And then the pleasure peaked even higher as Kara’s essence continued to fill him and he began to go into overload.
Too much, he thought dimly as his heart pounded harder and harder and a second, even stronger orgasm was forced from him. Too much, too good, can’t stand it…
And yet he made no attempt to push her away as she continued to pump him full of her essence. It was the only way, he knew, to get it flowing the right way—to save her life. And if that meant giving up his own, well, so be it.
“Kara,” he whispered hoarsely, wrapping his arms around her as he gave himself to her completely. “Gods, baby, I love you. Always remember that—remember I love you.”
And then the pleasure ebbed—everything ebbed—his vision was beginning to turn gray around the edges. He became aware that his arms were losing their grip around her hips and his body was slumping backwards. He tried to stay upright, but he could feel himself sliding down the headboard, his limbs loose and disjointed. Only his shaft remained awake and alive, valiantly filling her with his seed until the very last, as though determined to Claim her completely, no matter what.
Then even that gave out and Raak felt his heart give a final thump…and stop.
When it did, the world went from gray to black and then he knew no more.
Thirty-Six
“Raak? Raak, are you okay? Raak, what’s wrong?”
It was Kara’s voice, Raak thought, only it seemed like it was coming from far away—from somewhere below him somehow.
He opened his eyes and looked down…to see himself lying on the bed with Kara still sitting on top of him. There was a look of worry on her face as she patted his cheek.
“Did you faint?” Raak heard her say. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m fine,” he tried to say, but his lips didn’t move—Raak could see that from where he was, floating somewhere near the ceiling.
Wait a minute—why could he see his own lips? It also occurred to him to wonder why he was looking down on himself. How could he be two places at once—on the bed and floating near the ceiling? It shouldn’t be possible, right? What was going on?
“You died, Warrior—that’s what’s going on. You gave your life for the woman you love.”
Raak started in surprise. He knew that voice! It was the same strong, feminine voice which had roused him from sleep that night on Tranq Prime when Kara was in danger. The same one that had told him he had to get up and save her at once before irreparable damage could be done.
But who could it be?
“Can you not guess?” the voice asked dryly. “I am the Goddess.”
The Goddess? Raak was given another jolt of surprise.
“But why are you speaking to me?” he asked, though his voice didn’t seem to make any sound. “I am soulless—Unbondable. What use has the Goddess for one without a soul?”
“Do you really think you have no soul, Warrior?” the Goddess asked. “If that is true, then how are you speaking to me now, since your body lies abandoned below?”
“I…I don’t know,” Raak admitted. “But I thought—”
“You have a sliver of a soul—just a tiny bit, like all Unbondables,” the Goddess told him. “It is not enough to bond with and in most cases, not enough to give an Unbondable male a moral compass. And, if you had not met Kara, it would almost certainly not have been enough to save you from drifting off into the void of nothingness once you died.”
“Is that what’s going to happen to me?” Raak felt a great swell of sorrow overtake him at the thought. “I don’t have a hope of ever seeing Kara again?”
“You will see her again,” the Goddess told him. “I was speaking of what might have been—if you had not met and cared for Kara.”
“What do you mean?” Raak asked. “I don’t understand.”
“In caring for her—in putting her needs above your own—you have allowed your soul to grow,” the Goddess informed him. “And in offering your life for hers, your soul has grown so large that you are now able to bond with her. You are no longer Unbondable.”
“Truly?” Raak felt a cautious kind of joy beginning to fill him. “I’ll be able to be with her forever?”
“Forever,” the Goddess promised him. “But you must tell her not to revile her fangs any longer. I gave them to her for a purpose—without them, she would not have been able to bond you to her. It is her essence in your bloodstream that has allowed the bond to form.”
“Has it already formed, then?” Raak asked hopefully.
“It has,” the Goddess told him.
“But what good is it if I’m stuck up here and my body is down there? And look at Kara—she’s getting really frightened!”
Raak watched as she took him by the shoulders and shook him, calling his name, begging him to come back to her. Any minute now she would figure out that he was dead. A great longing filled his heart—a longing to be with her. All he wanted was to go back to his body and spend the rest of his life loving the curvy little female and making her happy.
“Goddess,” he begged, “Send me back to her!”
“You must find your own way back,” the Goddess told him. “Use the bond to help you. Feel for it within yourself and let it guide you home. Farewell, Warrior.”
And then she was gone.
“Wait! Use the bond—how?” Raak called, but he didn’t feel her presence anymore. Well, he thought, he would just have to figure it out himself.
Taking a deep breath—mentally, of course—he felt around himself for something—anything—to hold onto. The experience reminded him a little of being in Qi’s Palace of the Unseen and feeling for the invisible xanthos.
Just when he was about to despair, he found what felt like a thin rope. Strangely, it seemed to be connected to his chest somehow—or the part of him that would have been his chest if he’d been in his body.
My heart, he realized. It’s connected to my heart!
It certainly seemed to be true. The rope was thin but strong and when he tugged on it, he felt himself bobbing, like a cork bobbing in liquid.
Experimentally, he gave a stronger tug and found himself floating downward, closer to his supine body. This gave him a better look at Kara too and what he saw twisted his heart.
There were tears on her cheeks and she was shouting his name and tugging at his shoulders frantically.
“Raak! Raak, come back to me! Come back, I love you! Don’t leave me—don’t leave me!”
Distressed by her sorrow, Raak gave another tug on the rope—only this time it was a mighty heave. He had to get back to her!
He found himself whizzing downward, on a collision course with his own body. He tried to brace himself for impact but when it came, the sudden meeting of his soul with the flesh shell that encased it was so rough, it shook him to the core.
Like slamming into a steel wall at a hundred clicks an hour, Raak thought, feeling dazed.
He tried to move but every part of him seemed heavy—like a machine that had stopped working and didn’t want to get starte
d again. Inertia had set in and even lifting his eyelids was too much work—they seemed to be made of lead. His heart was like a useless lump of clay in his chest—it didn’t want to beat.
But if I can’t make my body work, I’ll be forced out of it again, Raak thought, with something close to panic. At the very least, I have to breathe—I have to make my lungs work.
It was the hardest thing he’d ever done—like trying to push a huge, heavy boulder up a hill. But somehow, he managed to pull in a small sip of air and get it down into his lungs. Slowly, they inflated and then he heard a low, faltering thump.
It was followed by another thump and then another until there was a steady rhythm. Thump- thump … thump-thump -… thump-thump…
My heart, he realized, it’s started beating again!
His lungs expelled the air he had sipped in and then expanded again—much more broadly this time—as he took another, deeper breath.
The engine was working again, Raak thought with relief. Thank the Goddess, his body was beginning to come back!
He forced his eyelids open and saw that Kara was staring at him with tears in her eyes—her dark blue eyes—with a silver ring around the irises.
Raak wanted to tell her how beautiful her new eyes were, but his mouth still wouldn’t move. It seemed some parts of his body were coming back faster than others. Still, he had another way to communicate with her now, didn’t he?
“Your eyes are beautiful, baby girl,” he sent through their newly formed bond. “They’re dark blue with a silver ring now.”
Kara’s lovely eyes flew wide and she looked at him in astonishment.
“Raak,” she whispered in a voice hoarse from crying. “Are you okay? And did you just speak inside my head?”
“That’s right, baby girl,” he sent, and found that his mouth was at least able to grin, though his lips still felt too clumsy to form words. “I’m talking to you through our link—we’re bonded now.”
“But…how?” Kara shook her head in disbelief. “You’re an Unbondable.”
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