27. Clair #4
“Look at us!” Kaelus commanded. “Open your eyes and look at my cock in your pussy, Lissa’ra.”
Somehow, Clair found she couldn’t disobey. She looked down and gasped as she watched the thick pole of flesh, glistening with her juices, sliding in and out of her tight-stretched pussy. God, she never would have believed she could take something so big inside her and yet she didn’t want to stop
“That’s it… ride my cock. Make yourself come on it. I wanna feel that tight little pussy milk me when I shoot my load balls-deep inside you,” Kaelus growled.
“I…I’m trying…I’m close!” Clair moaned. She was grinding against him with every downward thrust, riding him as if her life depended on it. Her clit was throbbing and the huge cock inside her was pressing her G-spot with every movement.
And then—just as the first flutters of her climax began to dance at the edges of her senses, there was the screeching sound of tearing metal and then a final, deafening SNAP.
Clair’s eyes, which had been slitted in pleasure, flew wide.
Kaelus’s right arm was free! There was another screech and SNAP and his left arm was free as well!
God, he must have been working on breaking the manacles the whole time she was impaling herself on him, Clair thought dimly. And now he was free!
Free with the Savage Syndrome virus still running through his blood.
Before she could even process the horror, his big hands shot out and clamped viselike around her waist. His eyes blazed with triumphant, feral lust as he stared down at her.
“Mine,” he growled. “Mine, Lissa’ra and now I’m going to fuck you deep.”
With irresistible strength, he slammed her down onto him, hard. At the same time, he thrust upwards with a powerful surge of his hips.
“Kaelus!” Clair gasped as the thick, bulbous ridge of his mating fist breached her, popping past her resisting entrance in one brutal, stunning invasion.
And then he slammed home inside her and she screamed.
Not in pain—though there was a deep, shocking stretch. No, it was a scream of overwhelmed sensation—of total, complete penetration. She was his now, Clair understood—she belonged to the big Kindred, and he wouldn’t let her go until he was done with her.
As if to emphasize that point, his knot swelled instantly inside her—locking them together—stretching her inner walls even further and anchoring him to her in a way that felt primitive and absolute.
“Kaelus…” She sobbed his name like a prayer, but he held her there, impaled and knotted, both hands wrapped around her hips, holding her down.
“Told you I’d tie you to me,” he rasped, his voice thick with victory.
Then he began to rock his hips, thrusting in and out of her, holding her in place so he could fuck as deeply into her as he wanted.
And all the while, his knot held him in her, tying them together.
Clair could feel the head of his cock kissing the mouth of her womb with each brutal thrust.
“Now come. Come all over my fucking cock. Milk my seed out with that tight little pussy. Do it, Clair. Now.”
The command combined with the unbearable fullness and the terrifying intimacy of being physically locked together, broke something in Clair. She had already been right on the edge—now her second orgasm washed over her, far more powerful than the first.
It ripped through her with convulsive, mind-blowing force—a wall of pleasure that overwhelmed her completely. Her vision whited out as her inner walls clamped down, spasming around his embedded shaft and swollen knot, milking him in ruthless, rhythmic pulses.
“MINE!” Kalus roared. And then he leaned forward and sank his fangs into the side of her neck.
His essence rushed into her bloodstream, triggering yet another orgasm when she wasn’t even finished with the first!
Clair screamed and writhed against him but there was nothing she could do—she was caught—impaled on the big Hybrid’s cock with his mating fist swelled in her pussy and his fangs deep in her neck.
And then, with a fierce growl that seemed to shake her whole body, Kaelus came.
Clair felt it, a hot, pulsing flood deep inside her womb, jetting again and again in time with her own spasms of pleasure.
Oh God, she thought dimly. I wonder if he’s getting me pregnant? I’m too old for that!
But whatever happened, she was helpless to stop it. She had boarded the train and there was no getting off until Kaelus was done with her.
It seemed to go on forever—him pumping into her, filling her until she felt a hot, sticky overflow seep out around their joined flesh, trickling down her trembling thighs. And all the while, his fangs kept pumping his essence into her bloodstream, forcing her to keep coming and coming and coming.
The pleasure was too, too much. It was a tidal wave drowning her—pulling her under.
Darkness nibbled at the edges of her vision and Clair’s eyes began to flutter closed. Her last coherent thought was a surreal mix of terror and awe—I’m going to die like this, coming myself to death on the cock of the man I love.
Then the world shattered into pure, overwhelming bliss, and she knew no more.