Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
It’s like he’s getting his mate ready to be bred! a little voice whispered in her head. And you’re the mate!
Sylvie was very much afraid that the voice was right—but what could she do? She had a seven-foot-tall, immensely muscular warrior on top of her and he was clearly intent on licking her until he made her come. She was helpless under him—helpless to get away or do anything but submit and let him lick her.
“Kross,” she moaned, relaxing at last because there was no point in fighting. “Oh, Kross…”
And then she felt her orgasm overtaking her as the sensations of being teased and licked overwhelmed her with their intensity. Her climax broke and rushed over like a tidal wave, drowning her in pleasure.
“Kross!” she cried. Her hands tightened in his hair and her hips bucked helplessly as his tongue traced her clit over and over. “Oh God, Kross!”
The orgasm seemed to go on and on—mainly because the big Kindred wouldn’t stop licking her. He seemed determined to make her come as hard as possible and then to clean away all of her juices. At last, however, he looked up at her, panting.
Sylvie, also panting, stared at him uncertainly.
Her Protector’s mouth was shiny with her juices and his swirling, multicolored eyes were still wild and filled with animalistic lust. And inside herself, she felt the same lust growing.
Now that she had finished coming, she would have thought that her desire would lessen…but the opposite seemed to be happening. She was feeling an emptiness inside her—a deep need to be filled. Moaning uncomfortably, she wriggled on the bed, not sure how to ease the ache between her legs.
“You’re feeling it now, aren’t you? The effects of my lust gas.”
Barbarous’s voice startled Sylvie—she’d forgotten that the mad scientist was watching them.
“Leave me alone—go away!” she moaned, feeling her cheeks heat with shame. To think that she’d let Kross go down on her with an audience in the room! Well, not exactly in the room but the way Barbarous was watching from the screen was bad enough.
“The more you fight it, the less chance you’ll have of surviving the effects,” the mad scientist told her. “I’d advise you to let Mr. Kross breed you at once—before the urges you feel become too painful…and too deadly.”
“Painful urges…what the Hell are you talking about?” Sylvie panted.
But she was afraid she already knew. The emptiness inside her was growing—the need to be filled and fucked and bred—it was undeniable. And it really was becoming painful.
Kross seemed to sense her pain because he rubbed his cheek against her inner thigh and gave her a worried look. A low, questioning rumbling sound came from his throat. It was almost like he was asking how he could help her, Sylvie thought distractedly.
But the only way he can help is by fucking me—by breeding me! she thought. She wasn’t on any kind of birth control—she hadn’t been in a serious relationship in ages.
Isn’t it better to risk getting pregnant than to die, though? whispered that same little voice in her head. The emptiness is getting worse—admit it. You need to be filled.
And Kross seemed eager to fill her. There was a definite bulge in the tight black flight leathers he was wearing—she could see the thick ridge of his cock outlined clearly.
Sylvie bit her lip—what was she going to do? Kross was still dressed in his uniform shirt and trousers and it didn’t seem likely that he could get undressed himself. He was still in his “animal state” for want of a better term. Should she unfasten his trousers and let him take her—let him breed her?
No, she absolutely shouldn’t, she told herself. But then she felt a painful cramp between her thighs—it was almost as though her pussy was disagreeing with her.
She could stand the pain, Sylvie thought, but she wasn’t willing to risk death. Kross would just have to be understanding—if he ever came back to his right mind, that was. In the meantime, she would do what she had to do to survive.
“Here, Kross. Let me…let me help you.” Her voice faltered but her fingers didn’t. Reaching forward, she found the magno tabs that held his flight leathers closed and popped them open.
His cock sprang out as though it had been waiting for her. Sylvie’s eyes widened when she saw its size. She’d never seen her Protector naked before—he was hung like a horse! Even though it was only half hard, his shaft was huge. The silver dildo the collection droid had fucked her with was small in comparison.
“Okay, no,” she said aloud. “No, I think this was a mistake. Let me just, uh, put this back.”
But when she took him in her hand and tried to push his shaft back in his trousers, it wouldn’t go. It only got harder and longer and Sylvie also noticed something new about it. At the base of the shaft was a thick swelling.