Guarded by the Hybrid (Kindred Tales)

“An endless variety,” Sark assured me. “But for now, there’s really only one more main one to show you.”

“Show me, then,” I begged, panting with need. “Show me how else you could take me, Sark.”

“All right, baby—I’ll show you. First you have to get off my lap.”

I was reluctant to do as he said because I kept feeling that my pleasure was building to a peak, but I wanted to know about this other position. So I climbed off his lap and waited for his instructions. But when they came, they rather shocked me.

“All right—get on your hands and knees,” Sark instructed me.

“What…like a beast?” I asked, my eyes widening. “Isn’t…isn’t that how animals breed?”

“It is a very good breeding position,” Sark growled softly. “But animals aren’t the only ones who can do it. Come on—let me show you.”

Feeling naughty and uncertain of myself, I got on my hands and knees on the mattress as he had instructed.

“Good,” Sark murmured, running one big, warm hand all along my spine and making me shiver. “Now spread your thighs nice and wide for me, baby—let me show you how I’d breed you if I could.”

A low moan was drawn from my lips when he spoke like that, telling me what he wanted to do to me. I have never liked the idea of being bred by Baslik—to tell the truth, the idea turns my stomach. But the idea of Sark doing that—of him putting his long, thick shaft deep inside me and breeding me and filling me with his seed—made my stomach flutter nervously with pleasure and desire.

Sark got on the mattress behind me and I felt the head of his long, thick shaft part my pussy lips once more, rubbing in short strokes across my slippery inner folds.

“Gods, baby, you’re really wet,” he murmured.

I wanted to tell him I was more swollen too—I could feel my pussy getting more and more sensitive until even the touch of his shaft head against my inner folds was becoming an agonizing pleasure. But before I could speak, he had repositioned himself so that the broad, blunt head was once more pressed against the mouth of my pussy.

“Feel that, baby?” he growled, leaning over me so that I felt completely surrounded by his big, muscular body. “You feel how I would enter you if I was going to breed you?”

As he spoke, he pressed forward so that more than just the tip breached my entrance. In fact, though I would have said it was impossible before, I felt the entire broad head of his shaft enter me, sliding deep into my hungry little pussy mouth.

“Oops!” I gasped. “Oh, Sark—I can’t believe it but I think… I think you’re inside me!”

“Told you I could fit inside you, baby,” he growled softly in my ear. He thrust just a tiny bit and I felt another thick inch of his shaft enter my pussy. Moaning, I bucked back against him wanting more…always more.

I think it was at that moment when the Third Sign came fully upon me. It was the feeling of being breached and entered that did it. For here I was, on my hands and knees with my thighs spread wide and my hips tilted up submissively to receive him. My full breasts were still dripping nectar and now I felt my pussy beginning to do something similar.

“Oh! Oh, Sark!” I moaned, as the pleasure and need hit me at once. “Oh, you’re so big!”

“What is it, baby? Did I go too far? Am I hurting you?” he asked, starting to withdraw.

“No! No, don’t—stay!” I begged, reaching back to grip at his hip. I wanted him in me, no matter what.

“Shouldn’t do this with another male’s wife, though,” he said hoarsely. “Shouldn’t have put myself inside you—not even just the head.”

“But by Telmar law, until Baslik and I consummate our marriage, we are not…not completely man and wife,” I explained breathlessly.

“Well, technicalities aside, I still shouldn’t have started something I can’t finish,” he growled. “If I really tried to breed you, we’d end up with a failed-bonding and that’s painful for everyone involved.”

And then, much to my dismay, I felt him finally withdraw.

As he did, a gush of honey was released and I moaned in shame as I felt it running down my thighs.

“What’s this?” Sark sounded surprised, though not upset. “What’s going on here, Isla? I knew you were wet but where is all this coming from?”

I turned over to sit beside him and was mortified to see the sticky honey coating my inner thighs. My pussy, as I had thought, was getting extremely swollen and my inner folds and Goddess pearl had turned dark maroon, just as my nipples had when the Second Sign had come upon me.

“What’s going on?” Sark asked me, frowning as he saw what I saw. “Is this something like what’s happening with your breasts?” he asked, indicating my still-leaking nipples.