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)
Sylvie froze. Oh God—was that thick swelling she felt his knot? Was he going to put it in her? Was he going to knot her and tie the two of them together? If he did that, she really might get pregnant! Was there any way to stop him?
There wasn’t. When Sylvie tried to pull away, Kross gripped her hips tighter and growled. Then he thrust even harder and she felt the knot enter the mouth of her pussy.
“Kross, no!” she moaned. “Oh my God, you’re going to get me pregnant!”
Her only answer was another low, animalistic growl and then he was thrusting the knot in and out as his heavy balls slapped her sensitive clit.
At that moment Sylvie started to come again—she couldn’t help it! The feeling of being taken and fucked—of being bred—so deep and hard while her clit was being teased at the same time was too much to endure. She could feel her orgasm coming at her, barreling down the tracks like a train that had lost its brakes and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
Sylvie had never felt so helpless or so hot. She could feel her inner walls clenching around the thick invader, could feel her pussy spasm as the knot slid fully into place and began to swell inside her.
“Kross!” she wailed, as her body betrayed her utterly. “Please, you can’t…can’t do this!”
But he was and he wasn’t going to stop until he’d gotten what he wanted and flooded her with his cum, she realized dimly. There was nothing she could do but let him have her—open herself to his cock and his seed and let him come inside her.
And then Kross leaned over and nuzzled his face in her hair. Sylvie felt his hot breath on the side of her neck and realized a moment too late what he was doing.
“Kross!” she moaned. “You can’t—”
Too late, she felt the sharp points of his fangs. He was usually so careful with them that she hadn’t felt them once either time when he went down on her. But now the animal side of him was revealed and there was no more gentleness. Sharp points pierce the side of her neck, making her gasp in pain—but only for a moment. Because the next minute his essence hit her bloodstream and she was coming again—coming so hard she could barely breathe.
Oh God—too much…too much! she thought as the second, much more intense orgasm went on and on. She could feel her inner walls milking the thick cock thrust to the hilt inside her and it was clear Kross felt it too. A moment later something hot and wet spurted from the broad head and bathed the mouth of her womb.
Sylvie had never been able to feel a human man coming inside her, but Kross was Kindred and it was clear things were different with them. Jet after jet of heated wetness filled her, making her moan as it filled her womb and pussy to overflowing. Even as it leaked down her inner thighs, Kross was pumping fresh heat inside her, fucking her, filling her, breeding her and making her his…
Oh God, too much! she thought again. He’ll get me pregnant for sure! Oh please, Kross—please!
And then, to her surprise, she heard an answering voice in her head.
“Sylvia? Is that you?”
“Kross?” she sent back tentatively. “What…how can I hear you in my head?”
“I don’t know—it’s impossible for me to Bond a woman to me. What are we doing? How did this happen?” he added, sounding truly mystified as he finally withdrew his fangs from her neck. “How did I get inside you? Oh Gods—did I hurt you?”
“Not hurt exactly but you’re really big.” Sylvie shifted, groaning softly. She was still impaled on his thick shaft, the knot having swelled so that the two of them were tied together. Her pussy felt so crammed full of his shaft that she was sure it would never be the same.
“You’re in me so deep!” she moaned aloud.
“Gods, baby—I’m so fucking sorry!” He made as if to pull out, but the knot was still too big and it made Sylvie feel like he was pulling her insides out.
“No, please!” she gasped, putting a hand out to stop him. “Please don’t—that hurts!”
“So fucking sorry!” Kross repeated. “I’m afraid we’ll have to wait until my knot goes down.”
“But…but when will that be?” Sylvie protested.
“Don’t know,” he said grimly. “It could be as little as five minutes…or as long as an hour.”
“And hour? I’m supposed to have you in me for an hour?” Sylvie demanded. It wasn’t that it felt bad exactly, but now that Kross was awake and himself again, it was extremely awkward. Especially since they apparently had this new mental connection which was very strange.
“Sorry—it’s called a Soul Bond, but I still don’t know how it’s possible,” Kross sent. “I’m a Hybrid—I’m not able to Bond with anyone.”