Burning for Love (Kindred Tales)

“I think so.” Rissa nodded. “If you do not mind switching positions?”

“Not at all, sweetheart. Here…”

He made a sudden movement and, with a little gasp, Rissa found that she was sitting astride him with her knees on either side of his hips. Best of all, the head of his shaft was still somehow lodged inside her.

Taking advantage of her new, more powerful position, Rissa lowered herself down, taking more and more of his thickness deep into her pussy.

“Careful now, Ka’rissa!” James sounded anxious for her—which wasn’t surprising, considering that he was even bigger than the metal plug that had been inside her before. But the precum he had spread over her slippery folds seemed to have worked. Rissa found she had no problems taking him at all. She could feel her inner walls stretching to take the massive Kindred shaft, but it was a good feeling

Better than good, Rissa soon realized. For James was apparently able to cool his shaft just like the rest of his body. As he sank into her, she could almost feel the delicious coolness spreading to her core, helping to ease the unbearable Heat that was still building inside her.

The sensation was a comforting one—it made her feel less like a bomb that was about to blow and possibly take the man she loved with her. It gave Rissa permission to take her time and enjoy the new and sensual experience to the fullest. And all the while he kept his hands on her hips and looked up at her with love and devotion in his blue eyes.

“Oh, James…” she moaned softly when at last he bottomed out inside her. “I feel you so deep in me now—as deep as you can go.”

“Not quite, sweetheart.” His deep voice was slightly hoarse. “Look down,” he directed her. “I, er, seem to have grown a Mating Fist, just as I thought might happen.”

“Oh, my!” Rissa looked between her legs and saw that—sure enough—a thick ridge of flesh was now encircling the bottom of his shaft. “How…how is that going to fit in me?” she asked anxiously.

“The same way the rest of me fit,” James told her reassuringly. “Just let yourself down a little more, sweetheart. You should be able to stretch enough to take me.”

To Rissa’s relief, he was right. But even though the thick ridge of flesh slipped fairly easily into her pussy, she couldn’t help thinking that she had never felt so full before. Even the cruel metal plug seemed like nothing compared to the big Kindred’s Mating Fist.

But again, it wasn’t a painful sensation at all. In fact, Rissa thought, it was quite amazingly pleasurable to be so filled with his shaft. It made her feel completely opened and owned—as though he was claiming her for his own.

And Rissa wanted to be claimed. She couldn’t believe how naughty and yet how empowered she felt, riding astride the big Kindred this way. She had discarded the white peignoir and was completely naked, her breasts and points on display and her pussy completely enveloping his shaft.

“Now what?” she asked breathlessly, wiggling her hips a bit, to feel the way he was finally all the way inside her. “Do…do you just fill me with your seed?”

“I need to make love to you first,” James growled softly. “Need to move inside you, Princess. Do you think you can let me do that? Do you think you can open your soft little pussy and let me thrust my shaft in and out of your tight channel?”

Rissa’s heart seemed to skip at beat at his naughty words and the half-lidded, lustful way he was looking at her.

“Yes, James,” she whispered, moaning a little as she wiggled some more. “I…I think I can.”

“Good, because I want to watch your breasts bounce while I thrust inside you,” he growled softy. “Want to make love to you for a good long time before I spill my seed inside you.”

“Yes, James,” she moaned again. “Please…I want that too!”

“Then hold on, Princess—here we go,” he growled. Gripping her hips in his big hands, he pulled out a little, then thrust back in with a long, deep motion that raised Rissa up and made her cry out with pleasure at the same time.

“Oh, James, yes!” she begged, her back arching as she leaned into the deep thrust. “Do…do it again—please!”

James did, pulling out and thrusting in again and again until he had set up a steady rhythm inside her, making Rissa moan every time he thrust home and the head of his cock kissed the mouth of her womb.

The sensations inside her were amazing, but she soon found it was even better when she bent forward. That way, James’s pelvis rubbed against her aching clit and the big Kindred could capture her glowing points in his cool mouth, sucking and nipping her throbbing nipples and sending sparks of pure delight through her entire body.