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)
“He’s just doing what comes naturally, my dear,” Barbarous said from the screen. “Just relax and let him do it.”
“I will not!” Sylvie exclaimed, moving away from Kross again. “He’s not even in his right mind! There’s no way I’m having sex with him like this.”
“Oh no?” Barbarous raised an eyebrow mockingly. “Well, just give yourself a little time. I promise in a moment you won’t feel quite so stand-offish.”
“What do you mean by tha—?” Sylvie started to ask but just at that moment, Kross leaned down and sucked her right nipple into his mouth.
“Oh, Kross!” she gasped, looking at her Protector. “What…what are you doing?”
What he was doing was sucking hard—and it seemed that she could feel each deep pull on her nipple in her pussy as well.
“Kross!” she moaned and tried to push him away. “Please—we can’t do this right now!”
But Kross was clearly too far gone to reason with. He continued sucking her nipple and then he pushed her over so that she was lying on her back on the bed.
As the big Kindred leaned over her and began sucking her other nipple, Sylvie began to feel a mixture of fear and desire. She was no longer trying quite so hard to push Kross away—not that she could. He was simply too big and too strong—he could take whatever he wanted. And to her mingled horror and arousal, she found that the idea of him doing exactly that didn’t upset her as much as it had a moment ago.
Then Kross released her nipple and she gave a sigh of relief. He must have realized she didn’t want this. He must be in there somewhere, and the inner Kross—her Protector—was winning over the beastly personality that had taken over his body. He must—
Her thoughts were cut short when Kross began to sniff his way down her body. Before Sylvie could stop him, he was pushing up the ragged hem of her plant fiber shift to get to her bare pussy.
“Kross, no!” she wailed but when he pressed his face to her pussy mound, she found that her thighs seemed to be parting on their own. Oh God, she shouldn’t be doing this—not when he was out of his mind! But somehow she couldn’t stop. Her whole body felt like it was catching fire with lust and she couldn’t resist the big Kindred.
She tried though—she squeezed her thighs closed and swore to herself that she was going to hold out…that she wasn’t going to let him in…
But Kross forced his way between her legs, parting her thighs easily with his big hands. And then he leaned down to rub his scratchy cheek against the tender skin of her inner thighs, like a cat marking its territory.
“Ohhh!” Sylvie moaned as he began to rub against her pussy mound as well. But it was only when he began to lick her that she knew she was well and truly lost.
Kross growled low in his throat, his long tongue sliding into her pussy slit to invade her fully. Sylvie cried out as her hips jerked—oh God, how did he know just where to lick her, even now that he was out of his head?
She had no answer for the question but it seemed clear that even when he wasn’t all there mentally, Kross had a Kindred’s instincts for pleasing a woman with his tongue. He slipped it into her inner folds, sliding the tip around and around her sensitive clit until she moaned and arched her back helplessly. Then, when she was wet enough, he dipped lower and slid his tongue deep into her channel to collect her juices. Once he had done that, he came up again to suck and tease her clit some more, which made her wet all over again.
This combination of licking and deep penetration with his tongue—which was surprisingly thick—soon had Sylvie right on the edge. She told herself she shouldn’t want to come this way—shouldn’t want to let the pleasure Kross was giving her overwhelm her when he wasn’t even in his right mind. But God, the way he was licking her was driving her crazy and there was no way to stop him! The big Kindred had her pinned to the bed, her legs spread wide as he feasted on her at his leisure. There was literally no way to get away and to be honest, Sylvie wasn’t even trying anymore.
“Please!” she moaned and found that she was tugging at his hair. “Oh Kross, please!”
He growled again—a low, hungry sound—and redoubled his efforts—licking and sucking and stroking her with his hot tongue. The last time he’d gone down on her, it had been sweet and gentle—he’d been healing her. This time there was an animal hunger in his actions—an urgency she’d never felt from him before.