Tark groaned again and rubbed his face against her, almost like a cat marking his territory. It reminded Chloe of the way he had rubbed against her when he tasted her pussy…which made her feel tingly and hot between her legs. God, she wouldn’t mind letting him do that again…if he wanted to.
From the way the big Kindred was rubbing against her, it didn’t seem he would mind.
“P-please.” He looked up at her, his eyes dark gold with need and longing. “Need to t-taste you…taste your nipples.”
“Well, that’s a very advanced technique,” Chloe lectured him breathlessly. “But I think in this case you might be ready.”
Raising up a little, she cupped her right breast and fed her tight, tingling point between his lips.
Tark groaned and opened his mouth eagerly to suck her deep inside. He drew hard on her tight bud, nursing the tender nipple and sending sparks of pleasure straight down to Chloe’s pussy.
“Mmm!” she purred, running her fingers through his hair. “God, Tark, that feels so good!”
He answered by releasing her right nipple and sucking the left one as well. One big hand stole up to tug and twist gently at her other peak while Chloe moaned and thrust out her chest, wanting to give him better access.
God, her pussy was getting so hot and wet she didn’t know what to do! She could almost come like this—letting the big Kindred suck and tease her nipples. But she didn’t want to—she wanted more.
“Now, Tark,” she said, panting a little as she finally withdrew from him, letting her nipple slip from his lips. “I think it’s time to move on to the next stage of your treatment.”
“Wh-what’s that?” There was a hungry growl in his voice that was impossible to ignore but at the same time he was still sitting beneath her on the couch, letting her direct the action. Chloe had an idea he wanted to prove to her that he could be gentle—that the rough and scary sex they’d had at the resort wasn’t what she could always expect from him. Which was fine with her—she liked taking the lead.
“I think we need to move the touching lower down,” she explained. Reaching between them, she stroked the rock-hard bulge she could feel in his tight black uniform trousers. “Do you think you’re ready for that?”
“Yes,” Tark said hoarsely. “G-gods, yes.”
“That’s very good but we’re still going to take things slowly,” Chloe cautioned him. Rapidly she unfastened his trousers and opened them, letting his long, thick cock spring free.
God, he was huge! Even knowing that she’d had most of his equipment inside her, Chloe still bit her lip in consternation. She’d had all but the mating fist—the thick swelling around the base of his shaft. But now she knew how to get that into herself as well.
“Precum is the key,” Olivia had told her confidentially. “A Beast Kindred actually has compounds in his body fluids that will help you open for him. The trick is to get lots and lots of those fluids rubbed into you before you try it.”
Chloe fully intended to follow her friend’s advice—which was yet another reason to take things slowly.
“I’m going to touch you for a little while,” she told Tark, giving him a challenging look. “I want you to just sit there and let me do it. Can you do that?”
She could tell by the clenching of his jaw how difficult this was for him but he only nodded.
“Yes.”
“Good,” Chloe purred. Taking his thick shaft in both hands, she stroked him up and down, her fingers clasped lightly around the hard pole of flesh, loving the heated, silky feel of his flesh.
At first Tark watched her but then the sight seemed to be too much for him. He threw back his head and rumbled a groan as she teased and stroked him, making him hotter and harder until a clear bead of precum appeared at the head of his cock. That was what she needed and Chloe knew where she needed it too.
“Tark,” she whispered breathlessly. “Do you think you’re ready to go on to the next step?”
He looked at her, his eyes half-lidded with lust.
“N-next step?”
“This…” Chloe flipped up her flirty little skirt and showed him her pussy, encased in the thin, lacy black panties.
“Gods,” he groaned. “Yes.”
“Slowly, though,” Chloe cautioned. She had been going to rub her pussy against him while she was still wearing her panties but she didn’t want to waste a single drop of his precum. It was, after all, what was going to help her take him all the way this time. She needed every bit of it she could get.
Making sure that Tark was getting a good view, she reached between them and tugged the tiny, wispy crotch of the panties to one side, baring her pussy. She had taken the time to shave that morning and she felt fresh and clean and incredibly exposed without her little mound of blonde curls.
Tark seemed to like the look because he groaned again and she saw his big hands clench into fists at his sides. She could tell how desperately he wanted to grab her by the hips and lift her onto his cock but he was still holding himself back—still proving that he could be trusted.
Chloe loved him for holding back—for not wanting to frighten her. It made her certain he was the right man for her—and it made her want him even more.
“Now Tark,” she told him, her voice high and breathless. “We’re going to practice some intimate touching together. I’m just going to rub against you a little bit, very slowly. Do you think you can let me do that?”
Slowly, he nodded.
“Y-yes.”
“Good.” Chloe was nearly panting with desire and anticipation. God, she wanted this—wanted him. But she still wanted to take things at a leisurely pace.
Biting her lip in concentration, she brought the broad, blunt head of his cock to her pussy and rubbed it deep into her slippery folds. She couldn’t stop the moan that broke from her throat when she felt that single droplet of precum stroke against her clit.
She felt a warm sensation spreading across her flesh where it touched her. Was it her imagination or was she feeling the effects of his body on hers, his precum making her ready to take him in? It reminded her of some kind of warming lubricant—it made her whole pussy tingle with pleasure.
Wanting more of the sensation, she did it again and the again until she was sliding up and down his thick length, enfolding his shaft with her pussy lips as she ground against the hard ridge of his cock.
“G-gods, Chloe!” Tark nearly moaned. His big hands stole up to her hips and rested there, caressing her restlessly. “W-want you naked,” he told her, his eyes like molten gold they were so hot. “Want you n-naked and riding my shaft.”
His hot, dirty words turned her on even more. With a little moan, Chloe began to strip off her clothes. The blouse and skirt and bra all had to go. She didn’t want to leave Tark’s lap long enough to take off the panties but the big Kindred solved that problem by twisting his big fingers in the fragile side straps until they broke. Then he pulled them aside and brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply.
“Tark?” Chloe wasn’t sure about this but when he pulled the small scrap of black lace away, his eyes were half-lidded—nearly drugged with lust.
“I’m n-not the only one w-with a bonding scent,” he rumbled. “Gods, Chloe—w-want to taste you.”
Chloe felt her entire body shiver with desire.
“I…I suppose that could be part of our therapy,” she murmured. “Taste and touch therapy.”
It was as though he was waiting for her permission to be released. The moment she gave him the go ahead, Tark swung her off of him and planted her firmly on the couch on her back.
Chloe gasped at the suddenness of the move but the next minute he was on his knees between her legs, spreading her wide to press hot kisses between her thighs.
“Oh, Tark,” she gasped as he kissed her eagerly yet gently, kissing her pussy as tenderly as he would have kissed her mouth. The only thing she still had on were the thigh-high hose and the black lace garter belt that went with them. It felt incredib
ly naughty to be lying on the couch wearing only that with the big Kindred’s broad shoulders splitting her wide so he could kiss and lick and suck her pussy.
“Tark!” she moaned again, reaching down to bury her fingers in his thick, shaggy hair. God, he was good at this! One minute he was tracing her clit with his tongue and the next he was sliding it inside her, lapping her honey straight from the source.
Back when he’d done this at the resort, Chloe had wondered a little if he was only doing it because he had to—because they had been commanded to. But now it was clear that wasn’t true. The big Kindred was tasting her because he wanted to—because he craved it.
Chloe found that she had been craving it too. As he continued to lick and suck her, she lost all restraint and pressed her hips up shamelessly, presenting her aching pussy to his seeking tongue. He had a way of sucking her clit into his mouth and then stroking it gently with just the tip of his tongue that made her feel like she was going to die with pleasure. But it was only when he slid one long finger into her drenched entrance and massaged deep inside her as he did it that she finally came.
“Oh!’ she gasped, her back arching with pleasure. “Oh, Tark—coming! You’re making me come so hard.”
The big Kindred growled in approval at this and continued to lap and suck her swollen pussy as the tremors ran through her. At last, just when Chloe felt she couldn’t take it anymore, he drew back, licking his lips.
“Delicious,” he growled. “Gods, Chloe—y-you taste s-so damn good. I c-could taste you all n-night.”
She looked up at him and knew that he would be willing to stop right here—willing to just give her pleasure and take none for himself, as he had back at the Resort of Resonant Oneness. But she didn’t want that.
Getting off the couch, she tugged at his arm.
“Come on,” she told him. “Let’s go to the bed. I want to make this permanent.”
Tark looked at her uncertainly, as though he couldn’t believe she meant it. Then he rose and swung her into his arms. Cradling her close to his broad chest, he brought her into the bedroom.
* * * * *
Tark could hardly believe this was happening. Was Chloe really asking him to make love to her—to bond her to him forever? She was everything he’d ever wanted in a female—and everything he’d always thought he could never have. He wanted her so badly but he also wanted badly not to hurt her. She was so tiny—so petite compared to his own muscular bulk. He wanted her to go at her own pace and take things as slowly as she needed to.
So when he got her to the bedroom, he deposited her gently on the side of the bed. Then he stripped off the rest of his clothing and went to sit against the headboard.
“What…what are you doing?” Chloe asked breathlessly.
“Touch th-therapy,” Tark reminded her, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh…oh, right.” She was still flushed and panting from coming so hard on his tongue. Gods, her juices were sweet! Sweet and salty and addictive. Tark would have been happy to go down on her all night but he wanted—no, needed to bond her to him and he couldn’t do that with his tongue alone.
“C-come here,” he growled, motioning to her.
Chloe frowned primly. “Since I’m the therapist, I’ll direct the action, thank you very much.
He nodded at once. “S-sorry.”
“That’s all right. I’ll forgive you this time.”
Chloe gave him a naughty smile and Tark couldn‘t help grinning back. Gods, she looked enchanting wearing nothing but those thigh-high stockings and that little scrap of black lace they were attached to! It framed her soft little pussy and full, luscious ass perfectly.
“N-need you,” he told her.
“I need you too.” Her soft voice was breathy and her big blue eyes were dilated wide with desire. “I think,” she continued, climbing into his lap and straddling him again. “I think that it’s time for some deep touch therapy.”
“D-deep touch?” Tark raised an eyebrow but she had already taken his throbbing shaft in her soft little hand again and was rubbing the broad head of his cock against the soft, open folds of her pussy.
He groaned, low in his throat and clenched his hands tight in the red coverlet on either side of him to keep himself from grabbing her. He was determined to show her that he could keep control of himself, no matter how badly he wanted her. He wanted to let her know she was safe with him—that they could take this at her pace, as slowly and gently as she needed it.
“Mmm…feels good,” Chloe murmured. She was rubbing the head of his cock over her pussy, sliding deeper and deeper as though she was daring herself to let him inside. Her friend—the one with the Beast Kindred mate—must have told her that he had compounds in his precum that would help her open for his mating fist, Tark thought. But his saliva had the same compounds and the fact that he had just spent the last half hour between her thighs would definitely help her open.
Still, he wanted Chloe to take things at her own pace so he restrained himself and held completely still, even when she at last let the throbbing head of his cock rest just inside the mouth of her pussy.
“Ready?” She looked up at him and he wasn’t sure if she was asking him or herself.
Tark nodded but didn’t move. This was Chloe’s show—she would take his cock inside her at her own pace…would take as much or as little as she wanted and he wouldn’t do a thing to stop her or help her unless she asked him to.
“Okay. I’m going…going to come down now.” Her voice was high and breathless as she began to lower herself down.
Tark bit back a groan as he felt her tight, wet sheathe sliding over his throbbing cock. God, she felt incredible—so hot and slick inside like a velvet glove, squeezing him. Every instinct he had shouted that he needed to thrust now—that he needed to get deeper inside her—all the way inside her so that he could bond her to him forever.
Tark ignored his urges grimly. He wasn’t going to do anything until Chloe asked him to.
At last she had him buried deep inside her—all but his mating fist which was aching to be in her. Tark knew until he felt the sweet, wet heat of her pussy surrounding him there, his body wouldn’t be able to bond with hers. But again, it had to be her decision.
“God, Tark, you’re so deep inside me.” She was nearly panting with desire now. “So deep but somehow I feel like I need you deeper. I want more.”
Tark wanted more too but he held still. It had to be her choice—she had to make the final move.
“C-come down,” he encouraged her. “Sh-should be okay.”
“You mean I’ve had enough of your precum to make me, uh, stretch for you? I hope you’re right!” Biting her lip, Chloe lowered herself even more and finally the broad ring of his mating fist began to slip inside her.
Gods, it felt good! Tark kept his eyes glued to the place where he was piercing her, taking in the sexy sight of her soft little pussy stretching to take his girth. He glanced up at her face to make certain she wasn’t hurting herself. But the expression on Chloe’s pretty features wasn’t pain but amazement.
“Look—it’s happening!” she exclaimed. “It’s actually going in—all the way in. Oh, Tark, I never would have believed it was possible but it feels so good.”
It felt amazing to Tark too. As the last of his mating fist finally slipped inside her, he felt himself swell even more, tying the two of them together. Now that he was all the way inside her there was no way to stop their bonding. This wouldn’t be over until hours later when their lovemaking was complete and he had filled her with his seed over and over.
“Chloe,” he growled without a stutter. “I love you.”
“Oh baby, I love you too!” Leaning forward, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed his mouth eagerly. When she pulled back, her eyes were filled with desire. “Take me now, Tark,” she whispered. “Take me and make me yours. Move inside me and fill me up…please.”
Finally she had given him permission to move and there was nothing
he wanted to do more. With a low groan, Tark took her full hips in his hands and began to thrust inside her—slowly at first but then faster and faster, as he built both of them to orgasm.
* * * * *
Chloe wasn’t sure later how long it lasted. She seemed to spend hours riding the big Kindred’s cock, feeling it thrusting inside of her, the broad head kissing the mouth of her womb with every thrust…then swelling as Tark prepared to fill her with his seed.
“Tark…oh God, Tark!” She moaned his name and scratched his broad shoulders and back as she thrust back against him, giving as good as she was taking, feeling their bodies becoming one.
She lost count of the number of times he came in her. Spurt after heated spurt bathed the mouth of her womb and it seemed each time he came, it triggered a new orgasm of her own.
Chloe swore she could feel her body soaking up his seed like a sponge, drinking his essence thirstily as though she wanted nothing more than to breed with him forever. Because they weren’t just making love or bonding, she realized—Tark was in fact breeding her and there might be consequences later.
But she no longer feared getting pregnant. After all, they were going to be together for life. If she had a baby, Tark would help her raise it and she knew he would be a good father. Although right now she was concentrating more on what an amazing lover the big Kindred was.
At last she felt like she couldn’t take anymore. She was coming to the peak again and she already felt wrung out from all the other orgasms he’d given her.
“Tark,” she whispered. “Tark, please…getting…worn out.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, baby,” a soft, deep voice growled in her head. “But don’t worry—I’m almost finished too. Just need to seed your pussy one last time to be certain our bond is secure.”
“Tark?” Chloe looked at him, with a mixture of disbelief and excitement. “Tark did you really just do that? Did you really just talk inside my head? Doesn’t that mean we’re bonded already?” she sent, trying out the link herself.
“I guess it does.” He gave her a look of love mixed with wonder. I love you so much, Chloe. I love hearing you in my head and being able to speak to you this way.”