Taming Two Warriors (Kindred Tales)

Jodi wished it too. In that moment, if he had pulled out the rabbit vibe and shoved his cock in her instead, she wouldn’t have done a thing to stop him. In fact, she would probably have spread her thighs wide to help him get as deeply into her pussy as possible.

But Vorn was true to his promise—though he fucked her with the rabbit vibe and made her come several more times while he kept on talking dirty, he never touched her bare flesh—never crossed the boundary they had set for themselves.

No matter how much Jodi secretly wished he would.

Afterwards, Vorn jerked-off slowly while she watched. He had an idea she wished she could offer to help, but he knew that would violate the non-contact rule they had made for themselves.

So she only watched with wide eyes, her nipples and pussy still on display in the naughty school girl outfit, as he came, his hot seed fountaining out of the top of his cock and running down over his fist as he watched her watching him.

“God, I think you’re bigger than that Kindred- shaft toy you bought me,” she breathed as he groaned and gave in to pleasure. “How do you even fit that into a girl’s pussy? I mean, how would you fit it into mine? If…if we ever did that, which we’re not,” she added quickly.

“Told you, little girl,” Vorn growled. “I have compounds in my precum and cum that would help you open up for me. Help me slide my whole cock—including the mating fist—deep inside your sweet pussy and bond you to me.”

“Oh, right.” Her eyes had been wide and fascinated. “How come you’re not getting soft when you just came so much?” she asked.

“Kindred males are multi-orgasmic,” Vorn explained. “The better to keep on fucking you and breeding you and bonding you, baby. By the time I finished with your soft little pussy, you’d be completely filled with my cream if we ever fucked.”

“Oh…” Jodi had clenched her thighs, her eyes smoky with desire. “God, I like the sound of that.”

“You like the idea of being under me with my cock buried to the hilt in your pussy, baby?” he growled. “You like the idea of me filling you with my cream?”

“Yes,” Jodi admitted and then Vorn was coming again, his cock spurting more seed over his fist as she watched, fascinated and aroused…

He didn’t know, later, how long they were at it. It was like they couldn’t get enough of playing together—like Jodi was starved for this kind of naughty, kinky little game and now that she was finally getting what she needed, she didn’t want to stop.

Vorn didn’t mind—he didn’t want to stop either. He just wished they could go further—that he could touch her and taste her and bond her for real.

But that, he reminded himself as he finally collapsed into bed, spent and exhausted, was impossible. They would just have to make do with what they could have and if this way of playing together was all that was possible, well, he was damn well going to make the most of it.

Twenty-Four

“It’s been a long day. Are you ready to relax?” Liosh asked as they cuddled on the loveseat.

“Mmm-hmm.” Melinda seemed content just to rest in his lap, her head pillowed on his chest as they talked.

They had gone to all her classes together—this time thankfully not running into Amanda Brannigan—and then to a nice, quiet restaurant for Last Meal. Liosh had chosen the place for its romantic ambiance and the good reviews on-line. He was learning to use the Internet while avoiding the horrific stuff he’d run into a few days before.

For the past several days he and Melinda had been “taking it easy” as she put it—just cuddling and talking on the loveseat at the end of every day. They had been moving gradually towards being more physical with kissing and other displays of affection, but Liosh was deliberately taking things very slowly in that area. He wanted the memory of the vid that had triggered her to fade some before he tried anything more extreme than a few kisses and caresses. And he also wanted Melinda to feel ready to be healed when he finally tried to heal her.

There was no rush, as far as Liosh was concerned. No race to the finish line. Of course he hoped to be able to heal her completely the first time he tried but he was prepared to try again and again and again if he didn’t.

Melinda was worth waiting for.

So they were just getting to know each other, chatting about everything and nothing as she lay curled against his chest every night. Melinda loved being held and cuddled—it seemed to feed a part of her soul that had been starved since she was a young adolescent. That was fine as far as Liosh was concerned—he never got tired of touching her and holding her. He sometimes thought that even if they could never make love, their relationship would be able to survive on the strength of their connection and their mutual love of cuddling and being close.