Enticed by the Satyr (Kindred Tales)

“What I want to do now is taste you, lilenta,” Baird growled in her head.

With Liv still wrapped around him like a vine, he carried her into the bedroom and laid her down on the big, Kindred-sized bed. Liv felt her breath catch in her throat as he sank to his knees before her and put his hands on her thighs.

“Open for me, lilenta,” he growled hoarsely, his golden eyes glowing with need. “Open up and let me lick your sweet pussy—I want to taste your juices right from the source.”

Liv moaned softly and let her legs fall open for him. As Baird leaned forward, rubbing his rough cheeks against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs to Mark her with his scent, she gasped and bucked her hips up, begging mutely for what she needed.

“I need it too,” Baird told her, clearly having gotten the thought from her mind. “Need to taste you, baby—need to spread your pussy open and lap your honey until you come all over my face.”

Before Liv could answer, he suited words to actions. Bending his head, he buried his face between her thighs, lapping her needy pussy open with long licks of his tongue, just as he had promised to.

Liv gasped and wove her fingers through his thick, shaggy black hair. Her husband wasn’t a Beast Kindred for nothing—he was devouring her, lapping and sucking hungrily as though he was a starving man and she was his only sustenance. He sucked her sensitive clit into his mouth and slid his tongue around and around it in a slow circle, just the way he knew Liv liked.

“Oh!” she gasped, bucking up to meet him. “Oh God, Baird, yes! Right there—right there!”

Growling eagerly, he continued lapping, stroking her throbbing clit with his warm, wet tongue over and over, eager to make her come. He knew her body so well, Liv thought, nearly delirious with pleasure as she bucked against him. He knew exactly how to touch her, how to lick her to push her over the edge…

Like this, you mean, lilenta?

As he spoke in her mind, Liv felt two long, thick fingers find their way to her entrance. With a long, slow thrust, he entered her, slipping into her heated depths and filling her hungry pussy.

“Oh, Baird! Yes!” Suddenly her orgasm was sweeping over her like a warm wave, drowning her in pleasure as it rushed through her entire body. Liv moaned eagerly and tugged harder on the big Kindred’s hair, riding his face with complete abandon as she came just for him…

“My face isn’t the only thing you’re going to be riding tonight,” Baird growled in her head. The moment the last shivers of orgasm shook her, he rose and flipped her over so that she was face down on the bed with her legs hanging over the side.

“Oh, Baird!” Liv gasped again. She loved it when he took her this way, from behind. It felt so animalistic—so hot. She spread her legs eagerly as she felt the blunt head of his cock finding the mouth of her pussy.

She wanted him inside her at once, filling her inner walls, but Baird took his time, making sure to rub the head of his cock all over her slippery folds. Liv knew the reason for this—Kindred were hung like horses and without the compounds in his precum that allowed her to stretch to receive him, she never would have been able to accommodate Baird’s thick shaft.

“Not just my shaft—my Mating Fist, too, lilenta,” he growled in her head. “Going to bond you to me all over again tonight, fill you up and ride you hard until I shoot my seed deep in that hungry little pussy!”

“God…” Liv moaned breathlessly. He knew she loved it when he talked dirty to her!

“Almost as much as you love it when I fuck you—when I fill you up with my cock,” he sent through their link.

And then he was pushing inside her, his thickness stretching her inner walls in a way that would have been impossible if he hadn’t prepared her first. Liv bit her lip as she felt him filling her—she knew what was coming. It wasn’t just his long, thick, shaft that had to enter her—there was also his Mating Fist to come.

A Beast Kindred’s Mating Fist was a thick swelling at the base of his cock. Once inside a woman the woman he was breeding, it would lock the two of them together for hours of pleasure and there was no getting loose until the bonding was done.

Baird didn’t always put his Mating Fist in her when they made love—it was reserved for special occasions when he wanted to renew their bond and Claim her as his own all over again. As she felt the thick swelling of the Fist enter her pussy and the head of his cock kissed the mouth of her womb, Liv knew she was in for a long, pleasurable night, locked together with her man, feeling him thrust inside her and shoot his seed deep into her pussy again and again.