Dungeon Bound 2

by Bastian Knight

  “Calm down, Cindra. I love the way that looks on you. Surely you don’t want to damage it.”

  She paused, looking conflicted for a second before she nodded and pulled her hands away. “Would you unwrap me… my mate?” she asked hesitantly, and her vulnerable eyes drew him in.

  He grinned. “There’s nothing I’d rather do right now.”

  ◆◆◆

  The clasps and hooks proved to be far more of a challenge to remove than Gabriel had expected. But his hunger for the energetic woman grew with every discarded piece of silk.

  When he freed her massive breasts, their blue tips actually glowed softly, and he took his time to caress each one. Their firmness was incredible and a delight to grope. He cupped first one and then the other before he bent down to kiss the newly exposed flesh.

  Tiny goosebumps prickled as his breath grazed her gray skin, and she squirmed beneath him, then sighed when he took one bright-blue nipple in his mouth.

  “Packmaster, that… that feels so good, more? Please?” she moaned loudly and gasped for air as she arched her hips up.

  Thrilled at her response, he spent several minutes teasing and licking her breasts. All the while, he marveled at their size and sensitivity.

  When she began to buck beneath him again, whimpering with need, he realized he’d forgotten what she really wanted.

  What they both really wanted.

  As much as she’s enjoying this, I think there is some more bestial aspect of her that needs to mate. At least I hope so. Not sure I’ll survive if she’s this horny year-round.

  He reluctantly pulled away from her breasts and reached a hand down between her hips. Cindra had removed her soaked panties while he was busy worshiping her divine bust. Whether she’d torn them off or slid them off, he didn’t know. At the moment, he didn’t care which.

  Hope she doesn’t burn me.

  Her entry was hot and slick. Gabriel slipped a finger between her wet lips, and she bucked against him.

  She seems ready. I kind of want to taste her, but she might crush my skull between her thighs. Plus, I want to do that with my Prime first.

  His arousal continued to grow while he lost himself in caressing and licking her. He slipped a second finger inside her fiery heat, causing her to moan and writhe. An almost overwhelming need to take her filled his mind.

  Gabriel crawled back fully over her and gazed into her eyes intently. “This is your last chance to back out, Cindra. Otherwise, we’re going to mate. That’ll make you mine, right?”

  She moaned loudly, and her eyes flared as she arched her back and rubbed against him.

  He nodded, then leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Starting gently, he slowly deepened the kiss. Cindra tried to rush straight to tonsil jousting, but he forced her tongue back.

  While they kissed, he shifted his position and lined himself up with her heated slit. When Cindra felt his shaft brush her wet lips, she froze, her eyes wide as she stared at him.

  “Is something wrong?” he asked. Cindra had been so eager seconds before.

  She shook her head but started to turn away. Gabriel leaned down to recapture her lips, and Cindra kissed him back just as eagerly as before.

  He rubbed the head of his manhood against her slick entrance, but again she flinched. When he pulled back, she looked up at him.

  Is she blushing? What’s wrong?

  Cindra turned her head to the side and reached up to gather her wild mane. She shifted about, positioning herself so that the thick ponytail blocked his view of her stunning face.

  Gabriel pushed her hands out of the way, then cupped her chin and turned her head until she stared up at him again. He leaned down to kiss her once more before reaching out to her through their bond. His eyes widened at the surge of emotions that flooded across it into his mind.

  He hadn’t noticed through the fog of lust, but now it was all he could do to avoid drowning in the unending sea of love, devotion, and arousal that cascaded from her.

  Beneath the torrent of desire, though, he felt something more. Cindra had never resisted his presence in their bond before, so Gabriel paused for a second when she tried to hide a single thought.

  A need.

  She wants me to take her from behind?

  Within the swirl of passion, Cindra had a strong desire to be on all fours while he mounted her.

  Not quite as intimate as I’d intended, but if it’s what she wants, who am I to refuse?

  He leaned down again and placed a quick peck on her lips. She whimpered once and opened her eyes in surprise.

  “You need to roll over and get into position, my silly little hellhound.”

  Cindra’s expressive eyes widened, and her ears perked up at his words. A huge grin lit up her flushed face, then she launched herself up and landed on her hands and knees.

  It was a good thing their bed had such a thick hardwood frame. Her jump caused it to bow and creak, but it held together.

  The muscular hellhound shifted about for a couple of seconds, then pointed her thick ass toward him and wiggled it. Her fluffy tail wagged wildly before she tucked it up and to the side.

  Gabriel forgot to breathe for a moment. He knelt motionless behind her and stared at her potent sexuality.

  Cindra turned her head and glanced back over her shoulder. “Cindra is ready whenever Packmaster is.”

  That snapped him out of his trance, and Gabriel crawled toward the beautiful monster girl. “You look perfect, Cindra. My hellhound mate.”

  She beamed at him, then turned back, lowered her head into the pillow, and lifted her hips.

  Not needing any further invitation, Gabriel knelt behind her and lined up his painfully erect member to her glistening folds. He gripped her hips and pushed his own forward.

  The second they touched, he shivered in pleasure. The lips of her entrance were soaking wet and almost hotter than he could bear.

  Cindra’s response was even more noticeable as he began to sink into her fiery depths. Her entire body quivered, and she let out a loud howl. Fortunately, she was facedown in one of the pillows, which muffled it—mostly.

  He’d barely entered her when he felt a slight resistance. The sculpted beauty in front of him flinched, but he’d already pushed through before he realized.

  But I thought…

  “Are you okay, Cindra?” He held still, though the tight, wet heat of her insides made him long to push deeper.

  She lifted her head and turned to look back with one blue eye. “Cindra is fine, Packmaster. This moment is what Cindra”—she shifted against him, and a throaty moan interrupted her words—”longed for. Love this… and mate.”

  If her words weren’t enough to soothe his worry, the sheer volume of desire and trust that flooded into him across their open bond would have drowned it out.

  The surge of emotions was so great that Gabriel could barely think. His need to reach release vanished along with everything else.

  How can this be so important to her? I know I love her—and Sthuza—but I never imagined it meant so much to her.

  ‘It is quite rude to think of one woman while you are inside of another, Master.’

  Oh gods, have I been broadcasting this all to you?

  Dread rose up in his mind that he might have forced his Prime to ride along as he focused on Cindra.

  ‘No, Master, the first thing I heard was when you thought of me. But why she cares so much is simple. Now that you are her mate, she feels confident that you will not discard her.’

  That’s crazy!

  ‘To you and I perhaps, but you must remember she has lived a very different life than you. For now, cast your worries aside and give the foolish dog what she needs.’

  Gabriel felt the gorgon eject him from her mind, and his consciousness refocused on his body.

  And the incredible heat of Cindra’s insides.

  The whole conversation with Sthuza had taken only a few seconds, and Cindra still looked back at him with complete devotion shi
ning in her eye.

  Give her what she needs. That’s a good idea.

  He grinned at the gray-skinned beauty and then drove his hips forward. The move sank his pulsing erection fully into Cindra’s wet depths and caused the large woman to drop her head back to the pillow and howl.

  Her tail wagged in front of him, but Gabriel ignored it and took a firm grip of her hips. He pulled back, withdrawing most of his shaft. Cindra let out a loud growl and started to turn back toward him.

  She yipped in surprise when he pulled her hips back and slammed forward. The slap of his hips against her tight ass was louder than he’d expected.

  His lover grunted, and for a second, he worried he’d hurt her, but their bond was still wide open. He watched as her mind lit up brighter than a Fireball.

  Gabriel worked up to a comfortable pace once he knew she was enjoying it as much as he was.

  Cindra growled and moaned into her pillow, and her blue tongue lolled from her mouth. Her thick drool soaked the soft fabric.

  The energetic woman beneath him worked her hips back against each thrust, and he kept up a steady rhythm.

  Pretty sure Cindra just wants me to finish inside her, but I’d like to see her get off again first.

  To better figure out her needs, Gabriel dove back into their bond. He threw himself wholeheartedly into the connection, trusting that she would never harm him.

  Beneath the waves of devotion and love for her new Pack, he found that same hesitant part of her which wanted sex. Wanted to mate.

  He brushed against it. For a second, it seemed to retreat, but he sent calm thoughts toward it, and soon the tiny presence invited him inside.

  While seeking out her hidden desires, he shivered and tensed his body as he continued to plunge into Cindra from behind. The presence seemed playful and eager once Gabriel expressed his desire to pleasure her.

  It took a moment to decipher what she wanted, but once he did, he chuckled.

  Cindra had her face buried in the pillow again. Not to muffle the sound but because she was trying to hold out until he gave her his seed.

  He laughed out loud, causing her to twitch, but he reached up and gently brushed a hand through her thick hair.

  She shivered as he gathered up her gray mane and drew it back. He kept a close watch over her reaction through their bond and smiled when her pleasure flared up.

  Slowly, he tightened his grip and pulled harder. Her channel contracted, and Cindra let out a deeper moan.

  Seeing her arousal spike, he refocused on sinking his manhood into her depths. The tight heat around him was all he could think about. He pulled back slightly, then drove forward again.

  Cindra whimpered and rocked her hips, which caused him to gasp at the added friction. Gabriel repeated the short, forceful movement. She seemed to enjoy it even more than he did. As the pace increased, the stocking-clad hellhound began to pant.

  “Harder, Packmaster… faster,” she moaned.

  Another quick peek through their bond told him just how close she was. His own breath was labored, but he picked up the tempo and slammed his hips hard against her round ass.

  The fiery wetness of her insides sent his need to the same towering heights as Cindra’s, so he bit his lip and forced his body to hold back.

  At the last second, Gabriel drove his rigid member deep into her and pulled her hair back further.

  She turned back to look over her shoulder. One wide-pupiled blue eye stared into his, and he grunted as he came.

  Cindra’s eyelids fluttered when he sprayed his seed deep inside her. She clenched powerful muscles, arched her back, and howled.

  Loudly.

  Gabriel’s ears rang when she stopped and collapsed onto the bed. His hips rocked forward on their own a few more times before he slumped down atop the whimpering, panting monster girl.

  He rolled over and flopped onto the bed beside his flush-faced lover. Both of them were drenched in sweat as they lay there and basked in the afterglow.

  When she finally calmed down, and her breathing became soft and quiet again, he reached up and brushed sweat-matted hair from her face.

  Cindra opened her eyes, and they soon locked onto his face. She flashed a lazy smile and shifted closer to him.

  “Now Cindra is your mate, Packmaster,” she whispered.

  “Yes, you are. Did that live up to your expectations?”

  She bobbed her head eagerly, then leaned closer and licked his face.

  “Yep, Snakey said it would be worth the wait. She was right. Cindra… I loved that. Can we do it again soon?” she asked dreamily.

  “Sure thing, my lovely little bonded,” he whispered while brushing her unruly hair.

  She shivered and beamed at him with love-filled eyes.

  After a while, Cindra sighed, and her expression lost some of its excitement. “I need to go get Snakey now,” she muttered.

  “What, why? Is something wrong?”

  Cindra shook her head, flinging sweat around. “No… She said Cindra was to alert her once you’d finished.”

  Does that mean she was waiting down there this whole time?

  “Let me see if I can’t contact her instead, okay?”

  Exhausted from the long day, and the sex, Gabriel was too tired to get dressed and head down to find Sthuza. And if he felt that way, there was no chance he would send Cindra down instead.

  He focused his mind, finding it surprisingly easy despite the afterglow, and quickly projected the thought that Sthuza should come to their room.

  The mental exercise proved to be more taxing than he’d expected, but he quickly felt a fluttering hiss, and he relaxed back with his head on a pillow.

  Cindra shifted about, unable to stay still until he reached over and pulled her up against his side.

  She rubbed against him, and he felt the damp proof of their coupling soaked into the bed, reminding him that they hadn’t cleaned up.

  Cindra can really make a mess.

  Not wanting to find out what his Prime thought of hellhound juices, he wove a cleaning spell and released it after targeting himself, the bed, and his new mate.

  ◆◆◆

  Gabriel pulled the thin cover over him and Cindra just before Sthuza rapped on the door once, then opened it and entered.

  Probably should have locked the door before engaging in wanton debauchery there, Gabriel. Would have been really embarrassing if a maid or Mrs. Spaulding checked in on us. Especially after Cindra’s howling.

  ‘It would be prudent in the future, Master. And do not fear, I set up a minor sound barrier before you started. I knew the dog could not keep quiet.’

  He snorted, his cheeks flushing, and grinned at the disguised gorgon.

  “Hello, my beloved Prime. Thank you for helping Cindra with that outfit. It was spectacular,” he said.

  And for helping her first time to be intimate and private.

  Sthuza smiled and nodded slightly. “It is my place as Prime to ensure that all of your bonded and other subjects are properly managed.”

  “Still, thanks. You’ve had some issues with beastkin before, and I want you to know I’ll listen if you need to speak up.”

  Her smile tightened some, her gaze losing focus briefly before she nodded. “Of course, Master.”

  Cindra snuggled closer to him, burying her face in his neck. Gabriel idly stroked her back with the arm wrapped around her and looked at his Prime. A subtle sense of arousal teased through one of his bonds.

  Sthuza glanced around the room a bit, her green eyes pausing to take in the discard clothes on one side of the bed. She met his gaze and sniffed.

  “One of the perks of magic that I never considered. Easy cleanup,” he said.

  Sthuza smirked. “Yes, but you forgot to purify the air. No doubt, her scent is strong enough to draw any stray dogs to the inn.”

  He blinked at her.

  Weren’t you the one that said not to talk about a lady’s scent?

  ‘Yes, but that is because you a
re a man. The fur coat draped over you does not care what I think of her. She is eager to please you. Really, Master, you need to understand these things.’

  Gabriel shook his head in confusion, then shrugged. Cindra still clung to him without any concern, so he let it go.

  “Would you care to join us, or…?” he trailed off suggestively. Truthfully he loved sleeping with both of them nude against him; the gorgon’s cooler temperature helped keep Cindra from roasting him alive. But he wasn’t sure if Sthuza would be comfortable with it so soon after he’d made love to the hellhound, and he didn’t want to pressure her.

  To his mild surprise, she nodded and began to strip. She carefully removed the far more modest leather armor she wore. When she unfastened her gear, she revealed a shiny black bra and a pair of skintight shorts that left nothing to the imagination.

  Before he could wonder what they were made of, she peeled the stretchy fabric away and shimmied out of the strange underclothes. Soon a beautiful human woman stood in the middle of the room and exposed her slender, feminine curves.

  When another pulse of desire washed through Gabriel, he realized it came from Sthuza.

  “Aren’t you going to drop the illusion?” he asked.

  She paused, then nodded, which made her proud breasts jiggle slightly. Her pale skin shimmered, then morphed back to her natural light green. Thick red hair slowly faded away to reveal writhing head-snakes.

  Gabriel drank in her exotic beauty and watched her fold and store her clothes. She hung up both his and Cindra’s before she slunk back to the bed and climbed up on the opposite side of the hellhound.

  She nibbled on her bottom lip, but her eyes were determined as she stared at him and inched closer.

  “Now, Master, perhaps you would like to show your second bonded another way to mate?” Sthuza asked. A hint of embarrassment crossed their bond, but her lips spread into a sly smile, and naked desire shone in her eyes.

  “I’d love to, but I’m a little exhausted after this. Not sure I’m up to giving you the attention you deserve.”

  “Do not fret, I have faith you can rise to the occasion,” she said. Her emerald gaze lowered to his blanket-covered crotch. The lust he’d felt before was undeniable now. Along with it came an instinct to satisfy his Pack. His mate.