“Well…” He shifted behind her, drawing out a little and thrusting back in, as though to help her get used to his immense shaft moving inside her.
Isla moaned and moved restlessly to catch his rhythm. He felt so good inside her—stretching her inner walls, the head of his shaft kissing the end of her channel—but somehow it still wasn’t enough.
Feels good, though, she thought, moaning as her heavy breasts swayed with every deep thrust of the big Kindred’s shaft inside her. Fucking—he’s actually fucking me now! Feels incredible—the only thing that could feel better is Knotting and Breeding…
But just as she was certain he was going to go ahead and do just that, Sark suddenly withdrew.
Isla gave a little cry of pain as tears sprang to her eyes with the sudden loss.
“What…? Please, Sark!” she begged, turning to face him.
“Hey, baby—it’s all right.” He cupped her cheek and swiped away a tear with his thumb. “Don’t cry—I’ll give you what you need.” He sighed. “Just hope you don’t regret it.”
“I won’t, Sark,” she promised eagerly. “But…why did you pull away from me?”
“Because if I’m going to breed you, it’s going to be face to face,” he said firmly. “It’s a long process, you know? Knotting and breeding. Once I’m inside you and my Knot is lodged firmly in your pussy mouth, we’re going to be locked together for hours.”
Isla felt a shiver of anticipation rush through her. A long, deep intimacy, being filled for hours by the big Kindred, sounded like exactly what she needed.
“How, then?” she asked. “How do you want to, er, do it?”
“Like this.” Sark arranged some pillows against the headboard and sat on the bed, leaning back against them. “Now straddle my lap—just like you did last night when I was sucking your nipples, baby,” he told her. “Come here and lower yourself down on me.”
Isla wasted no time doing exactly what he asked. Before she knew it, she was taking his thick shaft into her pussy again, only this time the position she was in helped her to get the massive shaft even deeper.
As her inner walls stretched and the broad head kissed the mouth of her womb, she wondered how she could take even more. But she knew that somehow she had to—this was what her body needed.
Biting her lip, she lowered herself even further and felt the massive Bonding Knot finally slip inside her.
“Gods, baby!” Sark groaned, gripping her hips with his big hands. “You sure about this? You’re so damn tight all around me and we don’t have much time before my Knot swells and locks you in place. Tell me now if you want me to pull out.”
“Don’t pull out!” Isla gripped his forearms and looked into his eyes urgently. She could feel her inner walls stretched almost to the limit and the delicious sensation of the broad head of his cock kissing the mouth of her womb was almost too much to bear, but again, she somehow instinctively knew that this was exactly what she needed.
“All right, baby—you asked for it,” Sark growled. Cupping her cheek, he looked into her eyes. “Knotting you now. Can you feel my Knot swelling to block your pussy mouth?”
“Y-yes!” Isla moaned, for she did feel him getting thicker down near the base. It hurt a little but it was a good pain—a stretching pain, she thought. Reaching up, she pulled Sark in for a passionate kiss as his Knot finished swelling inside her. She had never felt so open—so vulnerable. And yet, the big Kindred made her feel safe and loved and cared for, so she felt no fear.
“All right…that’s right. Gods, can’t believe you were able to take it all,” Sark murmured, when the kiss finally broke. “Do you want me to thrust a little? It’ll be more like grinding, but—”
“Yes,” Isla breathed, remembering how much she’d liked the earlier thrusting when she’d been on her hands and knees. “But when will you come, Sark? When will you breed me?”
“Gonna try to hold off for a little while on that,” he growled, frowning. “Because the minute I come in you, I’ll either bond you to me or we’ll fail to bond, which I’m afraid is more likely.”
“That’s not true,” Isla said, panting a little. “I…I believe we’re going to be able to form this ‘bond,’ whatever it is. Please, Sark, I can’t wait any longer!”
“Slowly, baby,” he growled. Taking her hips in his big hands again, he began a kind slow grinding thrust, pumping his hips up to press the crown of his shaft hard against the end of her channel.
Moaning, Isla put her hands on his broad shoulders and rode him, rolling her hips in time with his motions, giving as good as she was getting. Goddess of Mercy, it felt amazing but she just needed a little something more…