Brides Of The Kindred: Targeted Part 25

After several more tense minutes of trying, she felt like screaming! The d.a.m.n shaft was wedged inside her like someone had coated it in super-glue or something. What the h.e.l.l was she going to do?

"Emily..." Tragar's deep voice was worried and impatient.

"I'm fine," she insisted again. "I just need to get a good look at it...maybe it'll help if I look in the mirror...uh, the viewer."

She started to get off the bed but Tragar stopped her.

"Hey, what are you doing? Let me go!" Emily demanded.

"No." Holding her firmly by the arm, he drew her back to him. "Clearly you cannot remove the star-silver on your own, just as you could not remove the nipple clamps."

"I told you, I just need to get a good look at it!" Emily protested weakly. But deep down, she knew getting a better view of the star-silver shaft wouldn't make any difference. The d.a.m.n thing was lodged inside her like a cork in a bottle and clearly it didn't want to come out.

"Relax." Tragar was positioning her on the side of the bed with her legs hanging over the sides. Emily was willing to let him examine her but when he got down on his knees in front of her, she started to close her thighs.

"Tragar-"

"What is it?" There was a look of worry on his face as he put his hands on her knees.

"I just don't want you to...to put your mouth..." She trailed off, feeling her cheeks go hot.

He sighed and some of the impatience left his face.

"Did I not tell you I would not taste you tonight, no matter how much I may wish to?"

"I...um..." Emily bit her lip. "I guess, in this position...I just thought...never mind."

"I'm trying to get a better look at you so that I can remove this d.a.m.n star-silver," he said patiently. "Look, Emily, I know the voice witch probably bespelled you to keep this device inside you and not tell me about it, so I don't blame you."

"You don't?" She felt a rush of relief. She didn't like it when he was angry-even for her own good.

"No." He shook his head. "But it must come out. Please understand me-I'm only trying to help and protect you. Until this device comes out neither your nectar nor your honey can flow."

"All right." Emily let her thighs drift apart. "You can try to get it out. But I don't know how you can-I swear it's like somebody used superglue on me to keep it in or something."

"That is probably more of the witch's magic," he said grimly. "Come, my Khalla, relax and let me see if I can help you."

Emily let herself lay back on the bed as he spread her thighs even wider. She felt intensely vulnerable in this position but she knew Tragar wouldn't hurt her. She couldn't help biting her lip, however, when she felt his large, gentle fingers spreading her p.u.s.s.y lips wide.

"Hmm..." she heard him murmur and then the blunt tips of his fingers were sliding delicately around her swollen folds, tracing the cruel edges of the star-silver metal which had somehow embedded itself in her flesh. Emily would have expected this to hurt as her own touch had but, as before, the big Kindred's hands on her felt gentle and soothing...healing and not painful at all.

She gave a soft sigh and felt some of the tension slipping from her as she relaxed under his hands. She felt certain he could help her...although she still didn't know how, exactly.

"You're correct," he said after what seemed like a long time. "It seems almost glued inside you."

"It does?" Emily looked up, frowning.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving the spot between her thighs. "But every glue has a solvent."

"What solvent?" Emily asked warily.

Tragar looked up at her at last.

"I don't know how much you know about Beast Kindred anatomy..."

Emily shook her head. "Not much. Are you, uh, different from other guys?"

"We are. We have a swelling at the base of our shafts called a mating fist.'"

"You do?" Emily wondered where he was going with this.

"We do." He nodded. "Anyway, in order for bonding s.e.x to occur the mating fist must be all the way inside our female's sacred pa.s.sage. It is...quite large. No female could be open enough to receive it without help."

"What kind of help?" Emily asked. She was beginning to feel distinctly nervous. What exactly did the big Kindred intend to do with her?

"The help of a chemical made by a Beast Kindred's body- a compound which is present in all of our fluids." He clearly saw the uncertainty growing on her face, but continued anyway. "It allows the female to open up and take her mate's shaft fully inside her p.u.s.s.y."

"Okay, so what does that have to do with me?" Emily was afraid she knew but she didn't want to jump to any embarra.s.sing conclusions.

He sighed. "I think if I could just lick-"

"No!" she said immediately, sitting up and closing her thighs. "No, I'm not comfortable with that at all."

"You didn't let me finish." He sat back on his heels, frowning. "I was going to say, perhaps if I lick and suck my fingers and then trace around the edges of the base of the phallus, I might be able to loosen the seal."

"You think that could work?" Emily looked at him, her eyes wide.

There was a grim look on Tragar's face.

"If it doesn't, I'm not certain what will. I have the chemical compounds needed to open you in my other fluids but I do not think you would enjoy allowing me to-"

"Allowing you to what?" Emily insisted.

"Never mind." He shook his head. "Here, lie back and let me try to help you."

Emily did as he said, her heart pounding as she watched him suck two long fingers into his mouth. He brought them out, slippery and wet and reached between her legs. She gasped when she felt his blunt fingertips stroking her p.u.s.s.y gently, tracing the circle of alien metal while somehow avoiding her throbbing c.l.i.t.

"Is it helping?" she asked after a moment.

"Possibly." He withdrew his fingers and put them back in his mouth. He gave a low groan and Emily saw him swallow convulsively-did he really enjoy her taste that much?

"Delicious," he murmured hoa.r.s.ely as he began stroking around the star-silver disk again. "So f.u.c.king delicious, my Khalla."

"Umm..." Emily didn't know what to say but knowing that he liked the way she tasted made her heart give a strange little leap in her chest. Not that she really wanted any man tasting her with his tongue or anything but still...

But as pleasurable as she found the process, it didn't seem to be helping. After what seemed like a long time, Tragar looked up, a serious expression on his face.

"My Khalla, I have failed you."

"You...what? But I thought you said it had to come out. Or I would...would..." Emily swallowed hard, hearing a dry click in her throat. "Or I would die."

"You will not die-I will not allow that to happen." He stroked her inner thighs soothingly. "I simply need to use a stronger solvent. Forgive me, Khalla but I need..." He cleared his throat. "I think I need to use the fluid my shaft secretes before making love. It eases the way and has a much higher concentration of the opening compound than my saliva does."

"So you want to...need to...rub your, uh..."

"I need to rub the head of my shaft against your open p.u.s.s.y," he rumbled softly. "The star-silver device has loosened some but I do not think it will completely come free without a stronger dose of my body's compound."

"Really? You think that's, uh, necessary?"

"If you fear that I would take advantage, please don't. Your body is still not ready to be bred-you are only in the second stage of your Tenrah. But even if you were in your fourth stage, I am not worthy to possess your beauty. I will do only what is needful to free you of the star-silver, nothing more."

His eyes were serious and drowning deep and Emily felt her heart give a little thump.

"All right," she said. "I trust you, Tragar. But...not with me on my back, okay? I don't want...I can't have you on top of me while we do this. I just can't." It was the position she'd been in when Grayson had taken her against her will. The idea of being pinned down beneath a big, male body, even a body belonging to a man she trusted, threatened to push her over the edge into panic.

Understanding flashed in his golden eyes.

"Of course not. Come then..." He rose from his kneeling position and climbed back on the bed. Settling himself against the flowering headboard, he patted his thighs once more. Clearly he wanted her to get back into their original position, with her straddling him.

Emily came to him and did as he wanted, throwing one leg over his hips though it made her p.u.s.s.y feel open and vulnerable. Her full b.r.e.a.s.t.s still ached and throbbed. Now that she was fully committed to getting the star-silver shaft out of her, she hoped they could hurry up and get it done-she couldn't stand the pain in her oversized chest much longer.

"Okay, how are we going to do this?" she asked, looking down at the thick bulge in the black leather trousers he wore. "Are you just going to, uh, whip it out and start rubbing it against me or what?"

"Given your history, I thought you might prefer to do it yourself," Tragar rumbled softly.

"Oh, umm...okay. Actually, that's a good idea." Emily felt a surge of grat.i.tude. He understood how uncomfortable this was for her-not just because it was awkward but because the last time she'd been anywhere near a male organ was with Grayson when he was hurting her.

"Very well..." Tragar spread his hands in invitation. "I am at your service, my Khalla."

"Thank you." Somewhat awkwardly, she fumbled for his opening to his trousers. They seemed to be fastened with some kind of magnetic tabs which were difficult to work. But with a bit of helpful direction from the big Kindred, she finally got them open. When she did, she sucked in a long breath. "Holy c.r.a.p!"

"Is there a problem?" Tragar frowned, clearly trying to understand her exclamation.

"No, problem. It's just...you're so big." She stared down at the long, thick c.o.c.k rising between them. It was as big around as her wrist and long enough to make any p.o.r.n star back on Earth jealous as h.e.l.l. At the very base of it was a swelling-a ring of flesh that surrounded him like a...like a donut on a banana, she thought and stifled an awed giggle. Was this the "mating fist" thing he'd been talking about?

"I am the normal size for one of my kind," Tragar protested, still frowning. "I'm sorry if my size does not please you."

"No, it's not that-nothing like that," Emily a.s.sured him hastily. "I guess I'm just wondering how any woman could accommodate you. Ever."

"Through the use of the chemical compounds present in our fluids, as I told you." He nodded at the broad, plum-shaped head of his c.o.c.k where a bead of pre-c.u.m was already forming. "Do you wish me to rub it against you...or do you want to do it yourself?"

"I'll do it," Emily decided. "Um..." Her hand hovered over the thick shaft. It seemed to pulse in the air between them and she could feel his heat even though she wasn't touching him yet. "I don't have much experience with this. I mean, aside from what...what Grayson did I only had one steady boyfriend in high school. So I don't...don't exactly know what to do. Is this all right?"

She curled her fingers lightly around the throbbing shaft and Tragar let out a low moan.

"Oh!" Emily s.n.a.t.c.hed her hand back at once. "I'm so sorry! Did I hurt you?"

"It was not pain you gave me but pleasure." Tragar's eyes were half-lidded again and glowing like molten gold. "Forgive me, Emily. It's just that it has been a long, long time since a female touched me there. And I never thought to have the pleasure of a Khalla's caress."

"I'll try to be careful," Emily promised. Gingerly, she wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft again. She liked the feel of him in her hand-his heat and the warm, spicy, masculine scent that rose from his flesh. Despite its throbbing rigidity, the skin of his shaft was incredibly soft-like the petals of a flower.

For a moment, she lost herself in the wonder of him, stroking gently up and down his hard length, enjoying the power she felt when she touched him. Even before the rape, s.e.x had never been an empowering experience for her. Not that she'd had s.e.x before Grayson but Jason, her boyfriend in high school, had convinced her to try a few things-all of which felt wrong and fell flat. But this...this was completely different.

I'm in the arms of a man who desires me...who wants me so much he can barely help himself, she thought. And he's letting me take the lead...letting me explore him with no risk, no expectations. It was a heady experience and she found herself getting more and more turned on, knowing that the big, muscular warrior who could have broken her in half with one hand was willing to open himself and allow her to explore his body. She liked the feel of him in her hand...and the power she felt when she drew those long, low groans from his throat.

At last, however, Tragar shifted beneath her.

"Emily," he growled hoa.r.s.ely. "My Khalla, please-I beg you to use me the way you need to and not tease me any longer. Your soft little hand on my shaft feels too d.a.m.n good-I fear...fear I will lose control."

"Oh, of course. I'm sorry." Her cheeks burned as she realized she'd completely forgotten what she was supposed to be doing. She'd been so interested in exploring him, everything else had taken a backseat. Time to get down to business.

Gripping his shaft gently, she rose up a little and pressed the broad head between her spread p.u.s.s.y lips. Immediately she felt a tingling sensation around the edges of where the base of the star-silver shaft was lodged in her channel. She gave a little moan and kept going, rubbing the spongy tip against her slick petals, stroking around and around the silver disk. Every once in awhile she couldn't help rubbing him against her swollen c.l.i.t too and every time she felt the tingling intensify. The pleasure was building in her again-that electrical charge looking for an outlet. Oh G.o.d, she was getting close here...so close...

Tragar seemed to sense what was happening to her.

"Sit up some and bring your b.r.e.a.s.t.s to my mouth," he ordered hoa.r.s.ely. "Let me suck your tight nipples as you rub me against your p.u.s.s.y."

Moaning again, Emily obeyed. She gasped when he captured one stiff peak between his lips but didn't try to get away when he began to suck. She could feel the star-silver shaft loosening inside her as the chemicals in his pre-c.u.m made her p.u.s.s.y hot and wet and open. She was sure the alien metal would come out soon and when it did, she was certain she was going to come...come so hard.

"Tragar," she gasped, pressing against him. "I'm so close! Think I'm going to...going to..."

"Yes, my Khalla," the big Kindred murmured, pausing his sucking for a moment. "Yes, come for me. Come all over my shaft as I suck the nectar from your b.r.e.a.s.t.s."

He captured her other tight, pink nub between his lips and sucked hard, pulling the tender tip deeply into his hot mouth. At the same time, Emily rubbed the head of his c.o.c.k over her swollen c.l.i.t, sliding his flesh across hers and feeling the healing, tingling pre-c.u.m coat her folds.

Oh G.o.d, it felt so good...so right. Right in a way no other man's touch had ever felt on her body. It was as though she was a plant that had been thirsty and dry all her life and the big Kindred knew exactly how to make her bloom. She felt herself opening for him...responding to the touch of his body against hers...giving herself up to the bliss only he could give her.

Suddenly, the star-silver shaft slid free. The pleasure that had been building inside her, looking for an escape, exploded like fireworks deep inside her as she finally reached the elusive peak she'd been reaching for. At the same time, she felt an answering release from the breast that Tragar was sucking.

"Ah! Tragar!" she moaned with equal parts relief and pleasure as she pressed against his mouth, her eyes tightly shut.

Tragar growled and gripped her hips tightly, pulling her forward. She could still feel his hard shaft throbbing against her now open p.u.s.s.y and she had a sudden fierce desire to sink down on him, to take his thickness deep inside her aching p.u.s.s.y and let him give her everything she needed.

The impulse was so strong she actually fit the head of his c.o.c.k to her entrance and began to lower herself onto him. She needed him-G.o.d, she needed him now, filling her...f.u.c.king her.

The broad, plum-shaped head of his c.o.c.k had actually entered her when Tragar seemed to realize what was happening. He stopped sucking her breast abruptly and pulled back, a look of horror on his face.

"Khalla, no! We cannot-we must not! You are only in the second stage of your Tenrah-a second early breeding would mean your death!"

"But I want it-I need it!" Emily squirmed in his lap, desperate to get more of his thick shaft inside her. She especially wanted to feel his mating fist entering her, stretching her wide as she took every last bit of his shaft deep in her p.u.s.s.y.

"No!" Tragar pulled out of her in one swift motion and held her back, a look of regret and determination stamped on his strong features. "Emily, please," he pleaded. "Stop this-stop and look at me."

Unwillingly, she raised her eyes to his. She could see pleading in their golden depths as well as a l.u.s.t that matched her own.

He wants this, a little voice whispered to her. Wants it as badly as you do-h.e.l.l, maybe even more. But he won't do it because he doesn't want to hurt you. Because he knows it would be bad for you.

The thought made her pause and take a deep breath. If Tragar really did want to be inside her as badly as she wanted him there and yet had the willpower to hold himself back, couldn't she hold herself back too? She needed to show some self control here-needed to overcome the hormones that were shouting like an angry crowd inside her and have some common sense. But G.o.d, it was hard...so hard when every atom in her body was crying out that she needed him filling, f.u.c.king her, claiming her now.