"Of course you cannot stand the feel of my shaft against you yet," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from her eyes. "This is the start of your breeding cycle. Your honey is just beginning to flow and your p.u.s.s.y is too sensitive."
"What can we do, then?" Emily demanded. "Because we have to do something soon-I"m burning up inside!"
"It"s all right, my Khalla," he rumbled gently. "Don"t worry. I simply need to prime your p.u.s.s.y with my tongue."
"You mean taste me? Like you did before?" She vaguely remembered how frightened and uncomfortable the idea had made her in the past. But then when he had actually licked and kissed her p.u.s.s.y, it had felt so good...so right. She wanted that feeling again-no, she needed it. Needed to have his tongue deep inside her and swirling around her swollen c.l.i.t.
"Exactly." The big Kindred nodded, his eyes half-lidded with l.u.s.t. "But in a different position this time."
"How do you mean?" Emily asked, uncertainly. She had already gotten off his lap and was preparing to lie down on the side of the bed so that he could taste her as he had before. But before she could, Tragar was raising her up to her hands and knees and positioning her in the center of the bed.
"Like this, my Khalla," he murmured, urging her to spread her thighs while he knelt behind her.
"What...what are you doing?" Emily asked breathlessly, looking over her shoulder to try and see what was going on. "Why like this? From behind?"
"Breeding is an animalistic instinct," Tragar explained in a low voice. "Some say a Khalla"s needs make her almost mindless in some ways-being taken from behind helps ease the need and satisfy her most primal cravings."
"So you"re going to...to take me this way?" Emily asked, her heart pounding. "I thought you were just going to taste me."
"I am." He stroked one large, warm hand down her bare back soothingly. "We will be locked together for hours once my mating fist enters you-I"ll want to look into your eyes then. But for now, this position helps you to release some of your animalistic need. So relax, my Khalla. Raise your a.s.s for me and spread your thighs-submit to my tongue in your p.u.s.s.y."
Moaning softly, Emily did as he said, lowering her head to her arms and lifting her bottom high in the air. This position made her feel incredibly vulnerable but also incredibly hot. She did indeed feel like a female animal in heat, waiting for her mate to mount her.
"G.o.ds, you"re a gorgeous sight," Tragar murmured hoa.r.s.ely, stroking the trembling globes of her a.s.s. "Your ripe little c.u.n.t is so open for me, Emily. And your honey is all over your thighs. I think I want to clean you up a little first before I taste you."
"Do...do what you want," Emily whispered, spreading her thighs a little wider. "I"m yours, Tragar. Do what you need to do."
"It will be my very great pleasure, my Khalla," he growled. And then she felt his hot breath on her inner thighs and the long, slow drag of his tongue along her sensitive flesh.
Moaning breathlessly, Emily tried to hold still for him. But it was hard-so hard when all she wanted was his tongue deep inside her. Tragar took his time, licking her inner thighs in long, slow strokes without ever actually touching her p.u.s.s.y until she thought she was going to go crazy. Finally, though, he pulled back a little.
"Your honey is flowing freely now, my Khalla," he murmured, stroking one fingertip over her swollen outer p.u.s.s.y lips. Emily shivered and moaned at his touch.
"What...what does that mean?"
"It means you"re finally ready to be tasted more fully-ready for me to lick and suck your honey from the source," he growled. "Spread a little wider for me, Emily. Let me get my tongue in your sweet, creamy p.u.s.s.y."
Moaning, she did as he asked, pressing back to meet him and spreading her thighs even wider, giving him complete access to her open p.u.s.s.y.
"G.o.ds, you"re so wet and beautiful," he muttered. Then she felt his hot, wet mouth connect with her sensitive p.u.s.s.y at last.
She cried out as he sucked one of her outer p.u.s.s.y lips into his mouth and bathed it gently with his tongue. Then he did the other-it felt incredible but when was he ever going to get to her aching c.l.i.t?
"Tragar..." she begged breathlessly.
"Patience, my Khalla," he murmured, stroking her thighs. "Priming your p.u.s.s.y correctly takes time. I do not wish to rush your cycle."
"But please...I-"
Before she could finish her plea, she felt his hot tongue lapping gently but firmly over the swollen, inner folds of her p.u.s.s.y. Emily cried out and tilted her hips back, opening herself as wide as she could to receive his tongue into her aching center.
Tragar growled his approval and gripped her hips in his big hands. Tilting her pelvis even more, he began to give her p.u.s.s.y a long, leisurely tongue bath. Emily gasped as she felt the tip of his tongue start far back at the top of her slit and then slide down the length of her open cleft, dragging over the aching bud of her c.l.i.t and ending at the entrance to her inner c.u.n.t.
"G.o.ds, your honey is sweet, my Khalla," Tragar groaned after he"d licked her several times like this. "And your little p.u.s.s.y is so wet and open. Are you ready to feel my tongue inside you? Pressing deep in your tight little c.u.n.t?"
"Please..." Emily pressed back against him, almost unable to form the words. "Please, Tragar, yes."
"Then I will give you what you need, my Khalla," he growled.
Before she could answer or beg any more, Emily felt the wet heat of his tongue again. This time he licked delicately around her entrance before pressing deep, sliding his tongue into her heated inner c.u.n.t and thrusting as though he was reaching for her heart with each stroke.
"Oh, G.o.d," Emily moaned. She tried to hold still but she couldn"t help herself, the feeling of him inside her was too much. She found she was wiggling her hips and writhing in his grasp, unable to hold still while he tasted her as deeply as he was able.
But as wonderful as it was, Emily still wasn"t satisfied. His tongue in her felt good-felt amazing-but she still needed more. Her body was craving a deeper penetration with something much thicker and harder.
"Tragar," she gasped, nearly crying with need. "Please-I need more."
He pulled back at last.
"I know you do. The flavor of your honey has changed. It"s wilder now-I can taste your need."
"Then will you...are you going to...to breed me?" Emily asked. Her heart was pounding again. As much as she needed this, she still had some reservations. Some bad memories that tried to push their way to the front of her mind.
"I"m going to try a few shallow strokes with you in this position," Tragar told her, stroking her a.s.s soothingly. "It"s the best way to coat your inner p.u.s.s.y with my prec.u.m and get you ready to make love. But I swear I won"t fill you with my mating fist until we are face to face. I want to look into your eyes as I f.u.c.k you-as I breed you, my Khalla."
"All...all right," Emily whispered. "Do what you think is best."
"I"m going to go slowly." Tragar shifted behind her and she felt the broad head of his c.o.c.k slide over her aching c.l.i.t and settle just at the entrance of her p.u.s.s.y.
"Oh..." she gasped, biting her lip.
"I"m going to keep my thrusts shallow at first-just the head to start with," Tragar promised. "You can stop me at any time if it feels uncomfortable, Emily. Just say the word."
"Yes, all right." His soft, soothing words comforted her and made her feel better. She was able to push the past aside and relax a little as she felt the broad head, already slippery with prec.u.m, press gently into her p.u.s.s.y channel.
She gave a little gasp when she felt him enter her at last, the thick head pulsing just inside her inner c.u.n.t. Tragar held still, his hands firmly on her hips with just the tip of his c.o.c.k inside her. Clearly he was letting her get used to the sensation of being partially filled.
Emily closed her eyes, imagining how she must look. Here she was on all fours with her head down and her a.s.s high in the air, thighs spread wide to take the big Kindred"s thick c.o.c.k deep in her p.u.s.s.y. The mental image did strange things to her insides-making her feel hot and needy-making her want more.
"Tragar, please," she moaned, wiggling her hips. "I think...I think I"m ready to go a little further."
"Then we will," he growled softly. "But slowly, my Khalla. You"re very tight yet. I"ll need to coat the inside of your p.u.s.s.y thoroughly with my prec.u.m to make you ready to open wide enough to take me."
"Do it, then," Emily gasped. Now that she was used to feeling him penetrate her, it seemed like her body was going into overdrive. She wanted more of him in her-needed it. But when she tried to press back to capture more of his thick shaft in her hungry c.u.n.t, Tragar"s big hands clamped down on her hips, holding her still.
"As I said, slowly, Emily. Be still and submit to my shaft inside you. Be still and let me open you with my c.o.c.k."
"All right," she whispered, forcing herself to hold still. And then, very slowly as he had promised, she felt the big Kindred press a little deeper so that another thick inch of his c.o.c.k entered her. And then another and another until he was over halfway inside her. Then he stopped.
By now Emily"s body was in overdrive. Her new Khalla senses recognized that the big Kindred was giving her what she needed so desperately and she wanted more. She wanted it all.
"Tragar!" she moaned, wiggling impatiently.
"Be still, my Khalla," he murmured soothingly. "Be still for a moment and let your body get used to mine. "Let my prec.u.m flow into your p.u.s.s.y to prepare you to take my shaft to the root and open for my mating fist."
"Will...will it do that?" Emily gasped, turning her head to try and get a look at his face. "I mean, is that usual for a Beast Kindred?"
"To some extent, yes." He nodded, a look of concentration on his dark features. "But especially when mating with a Khalla. My body will produce much more prec.u.m than usual to get you ready. In fact, it may feel as if I am already coming inside you. Be still for a moment and let it happen, Emily. I promise it won"t take long."
"All right." Biting her lip, Emily tried her best to hold still. She could feel his thickness spreading her inner walls, stretching her as his c.o.c.k flexed inside her even though he wasn"t actively thrusting.
Then, something hot and wet began flowing into her. She gasped with surprise, uncertain how to feel about it-it wasn"t a harsh, jetting sensation, though. It was gentle but insistent-the feeling of Tragar pouring himself into her, of his body producing what her own body needed to be ready for him completely.
"Are you all right?" His deep voice was slightly strangled and Emily had the idea that it was difficult for him to hold still while this was happening. Doubtless he felt the need to thrust deep inside her but he was holding back until he knew she was ready.
"It...it does feel like you"re coming inside me," she whispered as the warm, flowing sensation continued. G.o.d, shouldn"t she be filled up by now? Apparently not because the sensation continued and yet she somehow never overflowed.
"It"s only my prec.u.m," he a.s.sured her. "It is filled with compounds that will enable you to stretch for my mating fist. Your body is drinking them in now, taking everything it needs from me to make you ready."
Emily moaned softly but the flowing sensation deep in her p.u.s.s.y was actually calming and erotic at the same time. With a little sigh of satisfaction, she settled down, relaxing her head onto her arms and settled her knees a little further apart.
"It"s all right, Tragar," she murmured, tilting her hips to give him better access to her p.u.s.s.y. "Do whatever you need to do. I trust you. I"m yours."
"G.o.ds, my Khalla." His voice was hoa.r.s.e with emotion as he stroked her bare back and a.s.s tenderly. "I am yours as well. You"re so beautiful when you submit for me...when you open yourself so completely and let me fill your p.u.s.s.y."
"I want you to fill me another way," Emily whispered. "But I can wait-I"ll try to, anyway."
As she finished speaking, the sensation of heated liquid flowing into her inner p.u.s.s.y slowed and then stopped. She moaned a little, missing the comforting feeling.
"It"s all right, Emily." He stroked her back again. "It"s just that your body has finally gotten everything it needs from mine."
"Not everything," Emily objected.
He gave a deep, rumbling laugh. "No, not quite everything," he agreed, withdrawing slowly from her. "But we can soon fix that."
"Tragar-I feel so empty now," she moaned as the broad head left her p.u.s.s.y completely.
"You won"t have to be empty for long," he promised. Going up to the head of the bed, he positioned himself against the headboard once more. "Come to me, my Khalla. Come and ride my c.o.c.k. Come and let me breed you."
"G.o.d, yes..." Emily went to him eagerly, straddling his hips and positioning her open p.u.s.s.y over the broad head of his shaft. After being so filled with his prec.u.m though, she was surprised that nothing came out. Oh, she was wet-her inner folds slick with her honey-but none of the prec.u.m she"d felt flowing into her p.u.s.s.y leaked from her even a little. "Where is it all?" she asked looking down in confusion. "I felt it-felt so much of it going into me. Where did it go?"
"Your body absorbed my prec.u.m completely," Tragar answered. "It was necessary to make you open enough for me. You should be aware, however, that will probably not be the case with my c.u.m."
"It won"t?" Emily was already gripping his long, hard shaft and positioning it under her hungry entrance eagerly. G.o.d, she needed him in her so badly.
"No." Tragar shook his head, giving a little growl of pleasure as she stroked his shaft and then lowered herself down so that the head of his c.o.c.k was kissing the inner folds of her p.u.s.s.y. "Due to the mating fist locking us together, you will be filled over and over as I come inside you. Your body won"t be able to absorb it all and some may escape. But since I will be coming continuously, there will be more than enough c.u.m to flood your womb and breed you properly, my Khalla."
"Mmmm..." His words made her feel so hot she thought she would explode. Breed me-he"s going to breed me, she thought. And she knew she needed him to do it now. "Tragar, please," she whispered. "Please do it-please breed me long and hard and deep."
"With pleasure, my Khalla." His words were a low, l.u.s.tful growl and his golden eyes were half-lidded with need. He rolled his hips upward and with one long, slow thrust, he seated himself to the root inside her p.u.s.s.y.
"Ahhh..." Emily threw back her head and moaned. It felt incredible to have him so deep inside her, to feel him filling her completely. But no, not quite completely, she realized. For his mating fist still remained outside. She needed to relax-needed to let him in.
Tragar seemed to realize this as well.
"Slowly, my Khalla," he murmured, gripping her hips in his big hands. "Slowly now. I"m going to work my mating fist into your little p.u.s.s.y. Just try to relax and be open for me as you were when I filled you with my prec.u.m."
"All right," Emily whispered. She felt him begin to press up, getting a little deeper and felt her body beginning to stretch to accommodate him. A little quiver of fear went through her-could she really be open enough to take all of him-even the thick mating fist?
Tragar obviously sensed her fear because he rea.s.sured her in his deep, soft voice.
"It"s all right, my Khalla. It"s all right, Emily. Just relax. Relax and let your body open to mine."
With a little moan of submission, Emily dropped her head on his broad shoulder and relaxed, doing as he said, making herself as open as she could. In the past, she would never have been able to show this level of trust to any man, not after what Grayson had done. But here and now with Tragar, the past and all her bad memories were wiped away. All she could feel was the love and tenderness radiating from the male who held her in his arms. All she knew was that she loved him completely and wanted to give herself to him in any way she could.
I trust him, she told herself. Tragar would never hurt me. I trust him.
Her perfect trust finally paid off. At last she felt the last of his mating fist slip within her. Then it began to swell, holding her in place on his c.o.c.k, locking them together for the long breeding they had ahead of them.
"Oh, Tragar," she whispered, lifting her head to look him in the eyes. "I just-oh! What was that?"
For something unexpected had just happened. As she felt herself open enough to receive him and the broad head of his c.o.c.k pressed hard to the mouth of her womb, Emily felt something else-something warm and wet almost like a nubbly little tongue caressing her c.l.i.t.
Tragar thrust inside her a little, making her moan as the mysterious something tickled her c.l.i.t again.
"I believe you are referring to my f.l.a.n.g.e. It"s an extra organ attached to the base of the mating fist that all Beast Kindred have. When my shaft is fully seated within you, as it is now, the f.l.a.n.g.e comes up to cup and caress your c.l.i.t in just the right way. The extra stimulation should help you come again and again."
"Oh..." Emily bit her lip. "So every time we do this..." She lifted a few inches off his lap and sank down again with a moan. Though he never slipped out of her, the sensation of the head of his c.o.c.k moving away from the end of her channel and then pressing hard against her again was immediate and intense. As was the answering pleasure in her c.l.i.t. "Oh!" she gasped, unable to finish her thought.
"Every time I thrust inside you, the f.l.a.n.g.e will stimulate your c.l.i.t, my Khalla," Tragar growled. "So tell me-now that we are locked together, are you ready for me to begin breeding you?"
"Yes...Tragar, please yes." Emily wound her fingers through his long, black hair and pulled him close for a kiss. "G.o.d, you feel so good inside me. Please do it-please breed me now!"
"As my Khalla wishes," he growled. He pulled back and then thrust deep, his thick shaft spreading her wide and piercing her to the core. Emily moaned breathlessly as she felt him bottom out inside her, giving her what her body needed so desperately-and what she wanted as well.
Unable to express her feelings any other way, she pulled him in for another hot kiss which seemed to go on and on as he moved within her. As his thick shaft filled her and the naughty little tongue covering her c.l.i.t stroked over her sensitive bud, Emily felt the elusive pleasure building inside her.
"Tragar," she gasped, breaking the kiss. "Tragar please, faster...more. I"m close...so close."
"As my Khalla wishes," he growled again. Gripping her hips firmly, he picked up his tempo, thrusting deeply into her and filling her completely with each hard surge of his c.o.c.k in her p.u.s.s.y. As he did, he ducked his head and captured one of her nipples in his hot mouth. Pulling hard at the sensitive tip, he rolled his hips upward, f.u.c.king into her, breeding her exactly as she needed to be bred.
Emily gave a low moan as she felt the pleasure inside her grow to a peak. The feel of his thick shaft inside her and the delicate f.l.a.n.g.e caressing her c.l.i.t with each stroke was amazing. But when Tragar added the sensation of his hot mouth on her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s, it was simply too much.
She felt her o.r.g.a.s.m break over her like a warm, overwhelming wave. Her inner muscles spasmed hard around the thick, invading shaft and then she was coming, coming harder than she ever had before, giving herself completely to the pleasure of her man breeding her.
Tragar gave a low groan and pressed hard inside her. Then Emily felt a hard, hot, pulsing sensation coming from the head of his c.o.c.k. For a moment she was confused and then she realized what it must be.
Coming, he"s coming inside me! she thought, half delirious with pleasure.