Hidden Rage: Kindred Tales

Besides, it’s only once, she told herself. Once can’t hurt.

Dragon seemed to think a little more intimacy between them couldn’t hurt either because, with a low groan, he lay back down and opened his trousers for her. Shucking them down, he lay naked beside her with his thick shaft throbbing with need against his belly.

“Mmm…you’re so big,” Bobbi murmured, taking him in her hand as she cuddled against his side. She couldn’t even wrap her fingers all the way around him but she liked trying—liked the contrast of soft skin over his rock-hard erection, like rose pedals over warm steel—and the way she felt so powerful and in charge holding him like this.

He was huge—a mountain of muscle—he could easily break her in half if he wanted to. But while Bobbi was holding him like this, she had the power. It made things feel more even between them somehow.

“I always heard that Kindred were on the larger side but you’re definitely on the far end of the scale,” she remarked. But a look at his face showed that he wasn’t enjoying her compliment. In fact, Bobbi thought, he looked almost…ashamed. But why?

“I…know it’s the wrong shape.” His voice was low and hesitant. “You can stop touching me if you want to. But gods, your little hand feels so good on me!”

“You think it’s the wrong shape?” Bobbi looked up at him quizzically. “Why? Because it’s not shaped like a scaly corkscrew?”

“Well…” He shifted uncomfortably. “Actually, I don’t know what shape a mammalian’s shaft is supposed to be—I don’t have any frame of reference. I only know that when we were children, Zerlix and his friends used to make fun of me.”

Bobbi felt a surge of pity for the big Kindred. What a hard childhood he must have had, growing up with a sadistic asshole like Zerlix for a brother! The Saurian had made him doubt everything about himself—even his manhood, which she knew from experience, was no small thing when it came to a guy’s self-confidence and identity.

“Believe me, you’re just fine,” Bobbi reassured him. “More than fine. They’d ask you to star in porn down on Earth if they saw your equipment.”

On impulse, she leaned over and planted a soft kiss on the head of his cock, just where the flaring crown met the thick shaft. Mmm, he smelled good too. His spicy, masculine scent was stronger here—wilder somehow. She had only meant to reassure him but that spicy scent of his made her feel hot and wet and swollen between her legs all over again.

“What…what are you doing?” Dragon’s deep voice sounded slightly strangled.

“Just kissing you. Why? Don’t you like it?” Bobbi looked up to see a confused look on his face.

“Kissing?” he asked. “What’s that?”

“Why…it’s when you press your lips to something—or in this case, someone,” she explained. Then she remembered that Saurians had no lips. “Oh, but I guess you’ve probably never heard of it before.”

He shook his head.

“No but…it feels nice.”

“It can feel even nicer,” Bobbi purred, giving him a naughty little smile. “Do you want me to kiss it again?” She had only been planning to give the big Kindred a handjob but now the game plan had changed. Remembering the lipless Saurian mouth and their needle-sharp teeth, she realized he must never have had any kind of blowjob before.

I could be his first, she thought, and liked the idea a lot.

“If you want to,” Dragon rumbled. He still sounded doubtful.

“Oh, I want to,” Bobbi assured him. She had always been assertive in bed—she knew what she liked and she wasn’t afraid to ask for it. Likewise, she wasn’t afraid to take charge when the situation called for it. And it certainly seemed to call for it now.

Leaning over him, she brushed her hair to one side, knowing that he would probably want to watch. Indeed, Dragon’s bronze eyes were fixed on her as she bent down to kiss his cock again—this time on the very tip.

His precum tasted very much like his blood had, when he fed it to her—sweet and spicy like the red-hot cinnamon candy she’d loved when she was younger. Bobbi found that she liked it. Using the flat of her tongue, she lapped it up eagerly, then slipped the entire head into her mouth and sucked, hoping for more.

She couldn’t get much more than the head and a bit of the shaft into her mouth—he was too big—but she took her time stroking up and down his thick length, occasionally stopping to give him long, slow licks with her tongue, starting at the very base and licking upwards to the crown.

“Oh, gods!” Dragon groaned low in his throat as he watched her work on him. “Bobbi, I’ve never felt anything like this before—never. Your little mouth on me is so hot and sweet!”