28. Torus
The sound of someone moaning woke him up. Torus opened his eyes in the dark room, feeling disoriented at first. Like all Kindred, he could see quite well in the dark, but he still felt confused. Where was he and what was going on? Also, what smelled so good?
Like a female in heat, he thought groggily.
“Oh…ohhhh!”
The moaning came again and the voice was familiar. Everything came flooding back to him and he turned to see Molly writhing in the bed beside him. Her eyes were tightly shut—the long lashes like delicate fans on her high cheekbones—and she was thrashing and crying out as though she was in pain.
Torus frowned—was she still asleep?
“Molly? Sweetheart?” He put a hand on her shoulder. “Little bird?”
“Torus!” Her eyes flew open and the pain and need he saw in them tore at his heart.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” he asked her, already knowing the answer.
Molly shook her head.
“Don’t know. I feel so…so empty inside! Down there.” She pointed to the place between her legs and Torus saw that her silky green nightdress had been raised above her hips and the panties he’d been sure she was wearing earlier had somehow disappeared, leaving her soft little pussy bare.
He nearly groaned with desire—this was exactly what he’d been afraid of!
“It must be the Bonding Fruit wine. Come here.”
He pulled her close to his side. Now that the Bonding Fruit had taken effect, there was nothing they could do but try to deal with it. There was no point in putting distance between them anymore.
Molly came to him at once, wrapping her arms and legs around his body—well, as far as she could reach anyway. Torus nearly groaned at the tempting feeling of her soft breasts and bare pussy pressing against his side. He had to be careful, he reminded himself—she was so small and delicate. He didn’t want to hurt her.
“Torus…I need…I need…I don’t know what I need!” Her words ended in a moan and she nuzzled against him almost desperately.
“I know, sweetheart. I know.” He stroked her trembling back and shoulders, loving the feel of her satiny skin against his fingertips. He’d heard stories from some other Kindred who had taken Earth brides about how Bonding Fruit affected them—especially if the deep sexual need it caused wasn’t met. He had to give Molly what she needed—but carefully.
But as he was thinking how to do that, she began rubbing against him.
“Torus, please!” she moaned, her eyes hazy with lust. “Please, Bond me to you! You were right—I need to be filled. Put yourself inside me—please!”
His heart squeezed at her request…and his cock throbbed.
“Sweetheart, I really don’t think that’s going to be possible,” he said carefully.
As soon as he spoke the words, he could feel her disbelief and hear her thinking,
“He doesn’t want me—doesn’t want to Bond with me. He won’t even try because he doesn’t want to make this permanent!”
“Hey, that’s not true at all!” he protested. There was really only one way to prove to her that he did want her…he just couldn’t have her.
Carefully, Torus disentangled himself. Knowing that humans had poor night vision, he turned on the bedside lamp so she could see properly. Molly made a small sound of distress and covered her eyes from the dim golden glow for a moment. But the sudden light seemed to bring her back to herself, because a moment after that she looked up at him and it was clear she was thinking more rationally.
“Torus?” she asked uncertainly. “What…what are you doing?”
“Proving my point, sweetheart. Don’t worry—I’m not going to hurt you,” he reassured her.
Propping a pillow under her bottom to get them more on the same level, he spread her thighs and knelt between them. Her soft little pussy had a nest of red curls a shade darker than the hair on her head and the outer lips were puffy and swollen with need—parting to show her slippery inner folds.
The sight made Torus’s mouth water and his cock throb, but he knew he couldn’t let himself get distracted.
“Now watch,” he told Molly. Reaching into his sleep trousers, he pulled out his shaft—which was almost fully erect just from feeling her rub against him and seeing her soft, wet little pussy.
Torus pressed closer until he was right up against her and laid his long, thick cock down along her belly. The broad crown went up past her navel.
“Do you see now?” Torus growled softly, thrusting against her. “Look how tiny you are—I don’t see how I could possibly fit inside you, sweetheart.”
“Oh my God,” Molly whispered unsteadily. “It’s thicker than my wrist. Hell, it’s thicker than your wrist,” she added, looking at his arm in comparison to his cock.
“I tried to tell you,” Torus said. “I don’t want to hurt you, little bird.”
But Molly’s need was intense—he could feel it flowing between them through the TET link.
“Please, could you just try?” she begged softly. “I thought Bonding Fruit was supposed to help a girl, you know, open up.”
Torus frowned. He hated to deny her but he knew what the results would be.
“Well…all right. But I’m stopping if I feel any pain from you,” he told her.
Reaching down, he readjusted himself and, taking his shaft in his hand, he placed the broad head against the slippery mouth of her pussy. Gods, she felt so wet against him! Gently but firmly, he began to press, trying to push himself into her tiny, tight entrance.
At first he thought he might actually be able to fit himself inside her. She was so wet her juices were coating her thighs and her little pussy mouth felt hungry, almost like it was sucking the head of his cock as though it wanted to take him in. After a lot of careful, patient maneuvering, Torus was able to slip the head inside her…but that was when he ran into problems.
His shaft was considerably thicker than the head of his cock and her inner channel was just too tight to take his girth. As he pressed gently forward, he felt resistance and soon after that, Molly gave a little gasp of pain, which he also felt through their TET link.
At once he started to pull away but she reached down to stop him, gripping his wrist with surprising strength.
“Torus, please!” she pleaded. “I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t get something inside me!”
“I can feel your pain,” he protested. “I told you before, I won’t hurt you.”
“Just try again one more time—please?” she pleaded. She bit her lip, her eyes wide. “I…I’ve been hurt before and I lived through it,” she said in a low voice.
But this was too much for Torus. He vividly remembered the dreams he’d had where he had lived through the sexual torment her ex-Mate had forced on her. He remembered waking with the aching pain of deep and brutal penetration and tears in his eyes—tears that Molly had shed when her ex-mate forced her.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he said hoarsely, pulling away. “But I can’t. I can’t bear to hurt you.”
He lay back down beside her and she cuddled close to him again. He could feel her need like a steady throb running through the TET link and he knew he had to help her bear it somehow. He had to ease her pain—but how?
“Torus…” she moaned, rubbing against his side again. “What am I going to do? I feel so empty!”
Torus wished he had insisted that they go and get a phallus like the one she’d been using on herself in the video. It might have helped in this situation.
“No!” she sent fiercely through their link. “I told you, I don’t do that anymore.”
“You’re going to have to ‘do that’ sweetheart, if you want to get through this,” he argued, also through the link. “If you don’t, you could get very sick. At the very least you need to have an orgasm. Can you touch yourself?”
Molly bit her lip and he could feel her internal struggle. Her upbringing was coming back to her in a major way and waves of guilt were assaulting her. There was no way she could make herself come. The paralyzing shame she felt made it impossible for her to even touch herself, let alone bring herself to orgasm.
“All right,” Torus said. “Then maybe you’d like me to lick you, sweetheart? Do you want me to eat your soft little pussy until you come for me?” He could barely keep the hungry growl from his voice as he offered. Her rich, feminine scent was tickling his nose, making his mouth water to tasted her juices right from the source.
A new surge of emotion came from Molly—uncertainty and shame so strong it almost canceled out her need.
“No, please!” she begged. “Don’t…don’t do that. You don’t want to put your mouth on me there.”
There was nothing Torus wanted more, in fact. Like all Kindred, he had a biological need to taste his female. But he could tell that at least for now, the idea was a non-starter for Molly.
“All right,” he said soothingly, stroking her hair. “I won’t taste you if you don’t want me to.”
“Thank you.” Her relief was palpable. What had been done to her to make her ashamed to receive oral pleasure, Torus wondered? Whatever it was, he didn’t have time to get to the bottom of it now. Her need was growing again and he had to do something to help her. He needed to take charge of this situation—take charge of her body since Molly clearly couldn’t do it herself.
“Come here,” he murmured. Wrapping one arm around her shoulders, he positioned her so that she was on her back but still leaning against him with her head pillowed on his shoulder. “Now spread your legs for me,” he ordered in a commanding voice.
Molly looked up at him and he felt the surge of uncertainty mixed with pure sexual need.
“What…what are you going to do to me?” she asked in a small voice.
“I’m going to make you come, baby,” Torus growled. He held her gaze with his own. “I’m going to stroke your soft little pussy until you come nice and hard for me. Are you going to be a good girl and let me do it?”
Molly moaned and shifted against him.
“Yes, Sir,” she said softly, speaking to him the same way she had back when he was her boss and she was his subordinate. She spread her legs a little wider, clearly offering her pussy to him. “I’ll be good and let you touch me,” she told him.
“Good girl,” Torus growled again. Gods, she felt so warm and soft in his arms! He wanted so badly to give her pleasure—to help her through this sexual need. But he knew he had to be careful—she was so tiny and delicate. He didn’t want to hurt her.
He sucked the tips of two fingers for a moment to get them wet and then reached between her legs. Her little pussy was open for him, wet with her juices and puffy with need. Her tight little clit looked like a tiny pink pearl begging for attention.
Carefully Torus found the tiny nub and began to stroke all around it with one gentle fingertip without actually touching it. He knew how over-stimulated she already was—if he touched her too directly or rubbed too hard, he could chase away her orgasm rather than bringing it to her.
As he touched her, he opened the TET link between them as wide as it would go. He wanted to feel everything she felt—to be sure he was touching her the way she needed to be touched—giving her pleasure without going too far.
“Oh…Oh, Torus!” Molly moaned, her hips bucking as she reacted to his gentle stroking. “Oh my God, that feels so good!”
“Good girl—that’s right,” he growled softly. “Just relax and let me pet your sweet little pussy. Just be my good girl and let me make you come…”
He felt her surge of pleasure when he talked to her this way. It was clear that giving up her sexual power to him had made her even hotter—a fact that made Torus hot too.
“Yes, Sir!” she panted and bucked her hips again. “I can be your good girl.”
“Mmm…” Her total submission made his cock throb. He wished that he could have fit it inside her—that he was Bonding her to him even now. But since that was impossible, the next best thing was to hold her in his arms and make her come for him.
“Good girl,” he growled in her ear again, since he could tell she liked the dirty talk. “Spread that pretty little pussy for me. Let me pet that sweet little clit until you come nice and hard.”
“Oh…Ohhhh!” she gasped and suddenly he felt her pleasure peaking and her orgasm rushed through their link, taking him by surprise.
Torus gasped as his own hips bucked reflexively and he almost came as well. Gods, who knew such a tiny little body could hold so much pleasure? He held her close to him as she moaned breathlessly, her back arching with waves of sensation that went through her.
But under the pleasure, he could still feel her emptiness.
“Torus!” she moaned. “Please, I still feel so empty inside!”
“I know, sweetheart—hold on,” he murmured in her ear. Instinctively, he slid his fingers lower. Her sweet little pussy might be too tight to take his cock, but his fingers were a different matter.
Slowly he slipped one finger in, then two—that seemed to be the limit, though. He could tell by how tight she was that more than two digits would be too much.
“Do you feel that, baby?” he growled in her ear. “Do you feel me filling you up?”
“Y-yes Sir!” she panted. “Oh God, please—yes! That feels so good!”
“You like to be filled?” Torus demanded in a low voice. “You like to be a good girl and get filled with my fingers?”
“Yes, Sir!” she moaned again.
“And do you want me to fuck you with them?” he growled. “Do you want me to fingerfuck your tight little pussy until you come for me again?”
“Yes, Sir!” she gasped a third time and her hips bucked. “Oh God, please—yes, Sir!”
Torus growled with pleasure as he pulled out and then thrust in again, filling her aching pussy as deeply as he could. He could feel her tight inner channel squeezing him and he wished again that it was his cock. But there was no use wishing for what he couldn’t have so he concentrated on making her come yet again…and again…and again…and again.