Hidden Rage: Kindred Tales

“No,” Bobbi admitted unwillingly. “But you’re sitting there talking about…about breeding me!”

“I have to—it’s the only way to cure you,” he said patiently.

“But I don’t feel the need to be, er, bred,” Bobbi protested. “Mostly what I feel is just the need to come.” And oh God, did she need to come! The tingling in her clit kept getting worse—it was driving her crazy. But there was no way she was letting the big Kindred scratch this particular itch with his dick.

If I let him “breed” me, we’ll end up having Bonding Sex and I’ll never get free of him! she thought wildly.

Huh-uh, no way—wasn’t happening.

However, the thought did give her an idea.

“Let’s think about this a minute,” she said to Dragon, who was still sitting there, as though he was waiting for her to decide to let him “breed” her because she was going to die if she didn’t get his dick. “This formula was originally made for Saurians, right?”

He frowned.

“As far as I know. I have never used it on a female before.” His face got dark. “It would be dishonorable.”

“Okay, but if it was made for Saurians, by Saurians, it must take Saurian anatomy into mind,” Bobbi said. Her thoughts were racing almost as fast as her heart. She took a deep, calming breath, trying to slow both of them down. “Tell me about Saurian female sexual anatomy,” she said to Dragon. “Have you been with one of them? I mean, I saw the outside when I accidentally flipped onto that porn channel but what are they like up inside?”

He frowned, clearly confused by her question.

“I have tried intercourse with Saurian females twice.” His mouth twisted. “It was…not to my liking. And I don’t think the females achieved much pleasure either—which was shameful for me.”

“Not really,” Bobbi said, though she wasn’t sure why she was defending him. “I mean, the males have those weird corkscrew dongs with the sharp tips, so I’m assuming the females have compatible anatomy inside. How could you expect to please a Saurian female when the two of you had mismatched parts?”

His face cleared.

“I never thought of it like that. A Saurian female’s vaginal slit is a twisted, convoluted channel inside.” He frowned. “It’s also dry and slightly sandy—not very pleasurable to penetrate at all.”

“No wonder you only tried twice—I’m amazed you even tried once,” Bobbi told him. “It must have been like screwing sandpaper.”

“Sandpaper?” Dragon raised an eyebrow at her.

“Never mind.” She waved a hand. “The point is, what makes a female Saurian orgasm? I mean, do they have a clit to stimulate? Or is the only way to make them come through penetration?”

“A ‘clit’?” He shook his head.

“A clitoris. A love button. The little man in the boat. Kindred from the Mother Ship call it a ‘Goddess pearl’,” Bobbi elaborated rapidly. She was aware that she was talking fast again and her heart was pounding. She took several deep breaths to slow herself down. “It’s kind of like a very delicate nerve center,” she explained. “It’s the only organ on the female body whose only purpose is to give pleasure.”

“Really?” Dragon leaned forward eagerly. “That sounds…most intriguing.”

“Yes, so what I’m asking is, do Saurian women have them? Do they have clits?” Bobbi asked. “Is that how they come or do they only come from penetration?”

“As far as I’m aware, Saurian females don’t have these…Goddess pearls you’re talking about,” Dragon said thoughtfully. “The only way a male can bring a Saurian female to orgasm is to spike her forcefully until his shaft finds the end of her channel and he pierces her egg sac with his tip. Then he releases his seed inside her to fertilize her eggs. Only then is she able to reach orgasm.”

“Okay, see? This makes sense…” Bobbi nodded rapidly. “In order to overcome the effects of the red-hand potion, a female has to come. But the only way a female Saurian can come is through penetration and uh, spiking her egg sac. Ugh.” She shivered at the thought and went on. “But that is not the case with human women like me.”

Dragon’s brow wrinkled.

“You can orgasm without penetration?”

“All day long and twice on Saturdays,” Bobbi said promptly. God, she had to calm down! Her thoughts and her heart were both galloping along at sixty-miles-a minute.

She remembered what the big Kindred had said about her heart exploding if she didn’t do something about the symptoms of the damn potion she’d ingested and promptly pushed the thought to the back of her mind. She was going to do this her way, damn it! Nobody was going to force her into anything!

Dragon was shaking his head in apparent confusion.

“I don’t understand—what are you saying?”

“I’m saying I can come without your giant schlong invading me,” she snapped. “You said that one of the effects of the potion is that I’ll only be able to stand the feeling of a male’s skin touching me? That anything else will feel red-hot?”