Guarded by the Hybrid (Kindred Tales)

Sark left her lying there, in the middle of his big sleeping platform, looking warm and satiated.

“I’ll be right back,” he promised.

He had no idea that Isla’s ordeal was far from over.

TWENTY-NINE

Oh Goddess, that was good! How did he know what I needed? How did he know that letting me rub against him was just the right way to help me come?

She’d been afraid the pressure of even his tongue would be too much, but in allowing her to take control, Sark had somehow given her just what she needed.

Isla lay dreamily on the bed. She was sticky all over but she didn’t care—Sark had promised to clean her up and whether he did it with a wet washing cloth or his tongue, she didn’t mind either way.

Her skin was still glowing softly, but the breeding cramps were gone. Maybe she would be able to make it to the Kindred Mother Ship after all. It seemed like Sark had eased the terrible need inside her—the urgency was gone. So maybe she could just relax and let him clean her up.

Maybe I could do some “cleaning” of my own as well, Isla thought. She had a brief mental image of herself, kneeling before the giant Kindred and swirling her tongue around the broad head of his shaft. She had never liked this act before, when Baslik had forced her to do it, but with Sark, it would be different. Everything with her giant was different.

She would explore him at her own pace, in a leisurely manner, letting her tongue take her wherever she wanted to go as she licked his Pleasure Crest and then found her way down to his Bonding Knot—that big swelling at the base of his shaft…

Suddenly, she felt something different…something strange.

Isla frowned in alarm. Was it more breeding cramps? But no, the breeding cramps had originated in her belly—the same place she had other cramps during her monthly courses. This was different—it was lower down. In fact, the feeling seemed to originate inside her pussy channel, she thought. It was an emptiness—a deep need to be filled.

What is this? What’s wrong with me now?

She tried to think if her Nana had ever mentioned such a problem back on her wedding night. But poor Nana had been so terribly embarrassed to be speaking of such a taboo subject in the first place that she had kept things as general and vague as possible. So if she had spoken of an emptiness—a need to be filled—she hadn’t been specific enough for Isla to understand her.

She closed her eyes and tried to relax again, but now that the feeling had come on her, it wouldn’t go away. In fact, it seemed to get worse by the minute.

Shifting around so she was lying on her side, Isla moaned impatiently. Would her body never leave her alone? First it was her breasts leaking nectar and then the Honey Rain between her thighs. Then the breeding cramps and now the emptiness that made her feel desperately needy and hot.

What was she going to do?

With a little moan, she got on her hands and knees. It was the same position she’d been in earlier on the metal table, but the growing urgency between her thighs allowed her to push that thought aside.

Experimentally, she reached back and put two fingers into her pussy entrance. The fingers helped—but only a very little. Still, they let Isla know what she needed, which was to be filled.

And not just filled, stretched, whispered a little voice in her head. Your channel must be opened as wide as possible, to allow his seed to bath the mouth of your womb…

Isla didn’t know if this was knowledge she had somehow learned from hearing her Nana speak in vague generalities, but she suspected not. It felt more like an instinct—the voice of her own body—the body of a Moonstone goddess—calling out for exactly what it needed.

No, she thought, what I need—I need this! Need to be filled—need to have my womb seeded. Need to be bred.

But what could she do about it? Sark had already told her he wouldn’t breed her because it might cause some kind of bad result due to his heritage as a Hybrid Kindred. He was probably hoping to get her to the Kindred Mother Ship to stop her glowing and the need for her to be bred.

It’s too late for that, though, Isla thought. He might have eased the breeding cramps but this emptiness will not be so easily put off! I must be filled!

At that moment, Sark came back. His eyes widened as he saw the position she was in—on her hands and knees with two fingers inside herself.

“Baby?” he asked hoarsely. “You, um, all right?”

“Sark…” She looked up at him pleadingly as she withdrew her fingers. “I need to be filled. Please. The need is so strong.”