Brides of the Kindred Volume One

by Evangeline Anderson

  “Xairn! Master!” Lauren moaned and he felt her soft, slender fingers twining themselves in his hair. The feel of her touching him, holding onto him as he lapped her cunt, was almost too much to bear. A greedy lust came over him and he hooked his arms under her thighs, splitting her even wider for his assault.

  Lauren gasped and her fingers tightened in his hair as he lapped and sucked her, running his tongue over her swollen, sensitive little clit and then thrusting it deep in her channel. She was close—he could sense it—and he wanted desperately to push her over the edge. Releasing one of her thighs, he positioned two fingers at the entrance to her pussy and thrust in deep.

  “Yes! Oh God, Xairn!” She stiffened, her spine arching, and Xairn tasted fresh wetness as her pussy spasmed around his invading fingers. Knowing that she was coming, that he had pushed her over the edge, nearly brought about an orgasm for him as well. He held onto his self control tightly, forcing himself to ignore his own desire even as he continued to suck and lap her clit and fingerfuck her pussy.

  Lauren, for her part, was still moaning his name, still pressing against him with all her might as the waves of pleasure carried her out to sea. At last, however, she started to relax and he knew the peak had passed. Slowly he withdrew his fingers and looked up at her.

  “Wow.” She smiled, the expression lighting up her whole face. “That was…amazing.”

  Xairn agreed but he couldn’t let her know that. “You moved,” he growled, deciding to test the limits of her submission. “Now I’ll have to punish you.”

  Her eyes went wide and then, slowly, she nodded. “Yes…punish me, Master. I…I’ve been bad. Punish me.”

  Xairn’s secondary shaft throbbed with her soft pleas. Gods, if she only knew what her submission did to him, how hard it made him, how much it made him want her! Careful, he warned himself. Don’t go too far.

  But he feared he was already past the point of no return.

  * * * * *

  Lauren gasped as he sat on the bed beside her and pulled her to him. For a split second she hoped he wanted to cuddle for a minute, but the thought had barely crossed her mind when she found herself flipped over across his knee. The submissive posture she had been placed in seemed to set her on fire and she couldn’t help writhing against his lap. She could feel the hard lump of his shaft pressing against her pelvis and she had the satisfaction of knowing that she was stimulating his cock with every move she made.

  “Hold still!” Xairn gave her a stinging slap on her bare bottom which sent a bolt of pleasure/pain straight to her pussy. God, who knew getting spanked could make her so hot?

  It never would have before, she told herself, trying to hold still. Not before I exchanged DNA with him. It’s too bad mine wasn’t strong enough to hold him. But in a way she was glad. She liked this new Xairn. Liked the way he demanded her submission in that deep, harsh voice. When he’d ordered her to lie still while he licked her pussy, she’d been lightheaded with desire. And now he was fulfilling the other fantasy she kept having—he was going to spank her!

  But not yet apparently. Xairn was quiet and she felt his large, warm hands moving over her skin, tracing a spot on her upper right buttock. Suddenly Lauren knew what he was seeing.

  “So,” he murmured at last. “This is the other mark you took.”

  “It’s a tattoo,” she confessed, her breath coming short as he continued to trace the elaborate capital X she’d had inked into her skin. “I couldn’t find anyone who would brand me. They, uh, sort of thought I was crazy for even asking.”

  “I’m glad you weren’t branded.” He stroked the spot gently. “I wouldn’t like to think of the pain you would endure from having my name burned into your flesh.”

  “You endured it for me,” she pointed out.

  “And I would do it again. But I don’t want you to do the same. This…this is enough.”

  Lauren twisted her head to try and get a look at his face. “Then…you like it?”

  “More than you know.” Xairn’s voice was a hoarse whisper. Then he straightened up. “But I still have to punish you. For moving when I told you not to, I’m going to give you ten slaps. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Master,” Lauren murmured. God, it gave her such a thrill to call him that! Playing the submissive was really getting her off. Despite her recent orgasm, she could already feel her pussy getting hot and swollen again, ready for his touch.

  But the next time he touched her, it wasn’t to stroke her pussy. Instead, she received another hard, stinging slap to the buttocks. “One,” Xairn said in a low voice as she moaned and writhed in his lap. “Hold still, Lauren,” he continued. “Don’t make me add to your punishment.”

  Lauren stilled in his lap at once, though her natural impulse was to try and get free. “Yes, Master,” she whispered again.

  “Very good.” He delivered another stinging slap. “Two,” he continued as she bit her lip and tried not to cry out.

  He went on and on and as each blow fell, Lauren felt herself getting wetter and wetter. She could scarcely believe it, but it seemed that the sexual punishment she was receiving was making her as hot or hotter than the sexual pleasure he had given her earlier. From the feel of his rock-hard cock throbbing against her, it was turning Xairn on as well.

  At last he reached ten, and Lauren started to slide off his lap. “Wait.” He held her in place with one arm wrapped around her waist. “Spread your legs,” he commanded.

  Lauren did as she was told at once and gasped when she felt his warm fingers exploring the wet folds of her pussy.

  “Gods,” he murmured, slipping his fingers deep into her slippery channel and pumping into her several times. “You’re even wetter now than you were when I tasted you.”

  “That’s because I…I liked it. Liked being punished by you,” Lauren admitted in a low voice. She could feel her cheeks heating at the shameful admission but she couldn’t help herself—what he had done had made her incredibly hot.

  Xairn pulled her up and made her stand between his legs. Though she was standing and he was sitting, they were still eye-to-eye. “Tell me that again,” he said in a low voice.

  “I said…” Lauren bit her lip and looked down. “I said it turned me on. Having you spank me like that.”

  “You like when I dominate you? When I force you to behave?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, raising her eyes to his. “I can’t help it. I do.” Daringly, she reached out to cup his cheek. “Don’t you see, Xairn? This is what I want—what I’ll always want.”

  “You don’t know what you’re saying.” He shook his head. “You couldn’t live like this—giving me your perfect and unconditional obedience always.”

  “In the bedroom, I could.” She lifted her chin, determined to overcome her embarrassment. “I have no problem submitting to you, Xairn. No matter what you might think.”

  “I don’t know what to think.” He shook his head. “I don’t know if I can allow myself to believe it.”

  “Give me a chance to prove it then,” she whispered. “I know I can if you’ll only let me.”

  “What do you want to do? How will you prove it?”

  Lauren had a sudden inspiration. “Let me touch you. Massage you. You’ve had a long, weary time since I last saw you. Let me ease your tension…Master,” she whispered. She could see he was wavering and she stroked his cheek and murmured, “Please?”

  At last he sighed. “Very well. But I have to warn you that my control is nearly gone. If you do this, if you continue to touch me, I can’t promise that I won’t pin you to the bed and fuck you, hard and long and deep.”

  Lauren caught her breath at his rough words. Then she looked into his eyes. “Nothing would give me more pleasure than to submit to your fucking, Master,” she said softly. “Now please, take off your clothes so I can massage you.”

  He shook his head as he disrobed. “I’m afraid we’re both going to regret this but I cannot seem to say no to you.”

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��The only thing I’d regret is never touching you again,” she assured him. “Now lie on your stomach and relax.”

  Clearly it was easier said than done. His secondary shaft was completely hard and lying on it would have caused him too much discomfort. Lauren decided to have him lay face up instead. She wouldn’t be able to reach his back but she could still work on his shoulders and chest. And…other things, she thought, eying the thick club of flesh thrusting up from between his thighs. His primary shaft was still deactivated, however, for want of better word. And that’s the shaft I need to get interested if I’m going to get him to bond me.

  The idea of bonding sex made her shiver with equal parts trepidation and desire. She knew that the fruit Kat had given her was active in her system and that she ought to be able to withstand Xairn’s double penetration with no problem. Still, seeing how thick and hard his secondary shaft was and knowing that his primary shaft would get even bigger and harder—knowing that both of them would be in her at once—was enough to make her nervous, fruit or no fruit.

  Still, she tried to calm her nerves as she reached for the massage oil she kept in her top dresser drawer. Pouring a little into her palm, she rubbed her hands together to warm them and then began to work on the thick muscles of Xairn’s neck and shoulders. She loved the feel of him under her hands, reveled in being able to touch him again. It truly didn’t matter to her that his skin and eyes had reverted to their natural color. In fact, she thought she rather preferred him this way. He was so much more wild—so much more forbidding.

  Xairn was tense at first but gradually, under her soothing ministrations, he began to relax. Lauren smiled as she heard him sigh and felt the tension leaking away under her fingertips. For the first time it came home to her how hard this was for him—how difficult it was for him to hold himself back, to reign in his true nature. He really was holding onto his self control with both hands when it came to her, and the fact that he hadn’t ravaged her yet proved how much he loved her, how desperately he wanted to avoid hurting her.

  But Lauren had had enough of his self control. It was time to end that now, to push him to the edge and then over. To force him to take her, if necessary. Bonding sex was the only way to keep him with her and prove to him that she really did want to submit sexually to him. So she had to get him to take her—to bond her to him and forge a link between them that could never be broken.

  Keeping that goal in mind, she slowly worked her way down his heavily muscled chest and torso, kneading gently as though she was simply trying to relieve his tension. Xairn’s entire body stiffened when she got to the junction of his thighs but Lauren skipped over his shaft and went down to the foot of the bed to resume her massage on his feet and legs instead. Slowly, he relaxed again. By the time she worked her way back up his calves and thighs, he was almost totally calm.

  And that was when Lauren took his thick, secondary shaft in one hand and began a slow, up and down pumping motion. She loved the feel of him in her palm, hot and hard and velvety all at once. Loved the way the clear precum beaded on the broad head in response to her intimate massage and his shaft got even harder in response to her touch.

  “Lauren, Gods!” Xairn nearly jumped off the bed but she refused to stop. “What are you doing?” he demanded, his breathing becoming erratic.

  “Massaging you, Master.” She looked at him innocently. “Doesn’t it please you?”

  “You know damn well it does,” he groaned. “Too much. Stop now using your hands on me right now.”

  Lauren smiled. “As my master wishes.” Then, before he could say or do anything, she leaned down and took as much of his long, thick shaft in her mouth as she could. He was salty and hot and bitter on her tongue—utterly delicious. And his reaction was almost as good as his taste.

  “Lauren!” Xairn gasped and bucked up against her in protest at the sudden pleasure.

  Lauren took her time, lapping and sucking the broad head of his cock before releasing it to look up at him. “Yes, Master?”

  “You shouldn’t,” he muttered hoarsely. “This…this is not safe. Your mouth is too close to…”

  “To this?” Deliberately, Lauren leaned down and ran her tongue over the dormant primary shaft which sat atop his secondary shaft. At once she felt it begin to grow. Encouraged, she licked it again and then sucked it into her mouth, laving it with her tongue and coaxing it to grow harder, faster.

  Xairn groaned and fisted his big hands in the bedspread. “Lauren, don’t! I won’t be able to stop myself from taking you if you keep this up!”

  “I don’t want you to stop yourself.” She sucked his rapidly hardening primary shaft some more. God, he was right—it was definitely going to be longer and thicker than the secondary one. “I want you to take me,” she told him, looking him in the eyes.

  “I’m not fit to be with you,” he protested. “You should just let me leave. I’m a monster.”

  Lauren smiled. “Well then, you’re my monster. And I love you.” Lowering her head, she delivered a last, sucking kiss to the broad head of his primary cock. It was incredibly long and thicker than her wrist—it should have scared her to death. Instead, she couldn’t wait to have it inside her.

  Raising up, Lauren crawled on her hands and knees to the center of the bed. Then, looking Xairn in the eyes, she spread her legs and lowered herself until her head was resting on her crossed arms and her ass was high in the air. The submissive position put her pussy on display and made her feel more naked and vulnerable than she ever had before. But despite the shiver of fear than ran through her, she loved it.

  “What are you doing?” Xairn’s red-on-black eyes were narrowed as he watched her position herself.

  Lauren raised an eyebrow at him. “Submitting…Master.”

  “No!” His voice was a low growl and for a moment Lauren was afraid he was going to get up and leave her there. Instead, he flipped her over on her back and looked down at her, his eyes blazing.

  “What…what are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.

  “You truly want me to do this? You wish to submit to my shafts—both of them—piercing your cunt and ass at the same time?”

  Lauren swallowed hard. When he put it that way it sounded so scary…but there was no way she was backing down now. “Yes,” she said, lifting her chin. “I do. I want to submit to you, Master, and have you bond me to you. I want to be yours forever.”

  “Very well, then.” He nodded slowly. “You can start by lying on your back with your hands over your head.”

  Lauren scrambled to obey. She was still wearing the gauzy red top, though it was pulled down to show her breasts, but Xairn had removed the pants that went with it completely. She felt strangely vulnerable as she lay on her back, her arms raised over her head. But if this was how Xairn wanted her, she was more than willing to comply.

  “I’m ready, Master,” she murmured, looking up at him. “Ready for you to take me.”

  “Not yet, you’re not.” Leaning down, he picked up something from the floor. Lauren bit her bottom lip nervously when she saw it was his thick black belt.

  “What…” Her voice wavered. “What are you going to do with that?”

  “Don’t worry.” His voice was suddenly soft. “No matter what depravities my Scourge nature urges me to commit, I would never hit or beat you.” He stroked her cheek with surprising tenderness. “This is simply to fasten you to the headboard of the bed.”

  “You’re going to tie me down?” Lauren whispered. She’d fantasized such scenarios before but somehow they had been a lot less frightening in her imagination.

  Xairn raised an eyebrow at her. “Didn’t I tell you a female is always restrained during traditional Scourge bonding sex?”

  “Yes.” Lauren licked her hips. “You…you did say that. I remember now.”

  Leaning close, he looked into her eyes. “This is part of it, Lauren—part of what I want to do to you. I want you helpless and restrained, unable to do anything but surrender completely. But
I understand if you feel uncomfortable. We don’t have to—”

  “Yes we do!” she said quickly. She returned his gaze boldly. “If this is part of it, I want to do it. Want you to do it to me.”

  He frowned. “Are you sure?”

  “Very sure. Please, Master.” Holding his eyes, she reached above her head and grasped the thick wooden support in the center of the headboard. “Restrain me,” she whispered. “Do what you need to do to me. But please, don’t leave.”

  Xairn’s breathing was ragged but he did as she said. Leaning over her, he wrapped the thick black belt around both her wrists and passed it around the wooded support before buckling it firmly. “There.” He sat back at last, his burning gaze sweeping over her body. “Gods, Lauren, you’re so beautiful stretched out like this. So beautiful submitting to me.”

  Lauren’s breath caught in her throat. “I want to submit,” she told him softly. “I want…want you to take me. Please, Xairn…Master, I need you in me.”

  “And I need to be in you.” Reaching out, he stroked her cheek tenderly. “But we must take things slowly. Though my nature urges me to take you hard and fast, I want to savor this moment, to burn your sweet submission into my memory forever.”

  “Slow is good,” Lauren murmured. “Very good, Master.”

  “I know.” He ran his hand over her body, stroking her bare breasts and tugging gently at the silver rings which pierced her nipples. Lauren gasped softly at the hot sensations that flashed through her body at his light touch.

  “Master,” she whispered, closing her eyes. “Please, Master, please fuck me.”

  “As you wish. Open yourself for me.” It was a command, not a request and Lauren eagerly complied. But instead of feeling the two broad heads rubbing against both her pussy and her rosebud, as she had expected, she felt slippery fingers pressing against her back entrance.