Enticed by the Satyr (Kindred Tales)

“That’s right, baby—gonna come in your soft little pussy over and over, gonna make a mess in you tonight,” Baird promised through their link.

Liv knew he would do it—all Kindred warriors were multi-orgasmic. They could come over and over again without going soft, so Baird could fill her with his seed as often as he wanted to and yet keep on fucking…or bonding, if you liked.

“Fucking…bonding…loving you deep with my shaft, call it what you want, lilenta, it all just means I’m going to spend hours between your legs tonight, filling your sweet pussy,” Baird growled in her head.

Liv was bent over the bed, propped up on her elbows but now his big hands pressed her all the way down so that her cheek was against the mattress, her body splayed wide in complete submission. She moaned softly as he spread her legs even wider and began a deep, slow thrusting that filled her to the core, opening her, Claiming her, owning her completely in a way no human man ever could.

Before she’d met Baird and been Claimed by him in the Bride Draft, Liv had never had decent sex in her life. Every human partner she’d been with had been only out for their own pleasure—or else too clueless about female anatomy to give her what she needed.

But Kindred were different. Being intergalactic travelers meant they were excellent at learning new languages and also good with technology and transportation systems. But they had another hidden talent. Because their race was 95% male, they had also grown extremely adept at pleasuring women.

Baird had explained the reason for this—because the competition for mates was tough, only a male who was able to consistently please a female could hope to win one for his bride. Natural selection and the fact that they had the biological need to taste their mates had done the rest, endowing Kindred warriors with traits that made them exceptional and giving lovers. That was hard for any woman to resist.

I know I certainly couldn’t resist Baird—no matter how hard I tried, she thought. Not that she wanted to try anymore—it felt too good to submit to his deep thrusts in her pussy, to let herself be stretched by his Mating Fist and feel him coming deep inside her, making her his and bonding her to him all over again…

“I’m close, lilenta,” he growled in her ear. “Are you ready to come with me while I fill you?”

As he spoke, he slipped a hand under her and found her throbbing clit. Circling it with one fingertip, he pressed harder inside her, his Mating Fist throbbing in her pussy.

“Oh!” Liv moaned, pressing back against him, trying to be open enough for the thickness that filled her. “Oh God, yes, Baird! Yes, I…I’m ready to come!”

“Come for me then,” he commanded, his finger still slipping over her swollen clit as he filled her to the core. “Come all over my cock while I shoot my seed deep inside you!”

As he spoke, Liv felt his shaft swelling even bigger and the first hot spurt hit the end of her channel. This was another sensation she’d never felt with a human lover. But then, a human man’s orgasm was weak and short-lived compared to a Kindred’s. A Kindred warrior could orgasm over and over with deep, powerful spurts that filled a woman much more than the pitiful two teaspoons a human could produce. Even now, she could feel Baird’s seed leaking out of her tightly stretched pussy, but that didn’t matter because she knew he could and would fill her with much more before the night was done…

And then the feeling of his finger sliding across her clit and his thick shaft filling her was too much. As her second orgasm of the night hit her, Liv couldn’t think straight anymore.

“Oh God,” she moaned. “OhGodohGodohGod!”

“It might be your second but it won’t be your last, lilenta—I promise you that,” Baird growled in her head. “Gonna make you come over and over again tonight—come all over my cock while I make you mine.

“Always yours,” Liv gasped, moaning as her inner walls contracted around him, milking the huge shaft as Baird spurted inside her over and over. “Always yours, Baird. God, I love you so much!”

“Love you too, baby,” he murmured hoarsely. “So much. Never going to leave you, never going to let you go.”

Liv knew it was true—she felt completely Claimed and opened and loved all at once and she never wanted it to end…

Hours later when Baird’s Mating Fist had finally gone down, allowing them to part and they’d had a shower and changed the sheets (a necessity after Bonding Sex,) Liv lay drowsing contentedly with her cheek on her husband’s broad chest. Baird had one muscular arm draped around her and she was being lulled slowly to sleep by the deep, steady rhythm of his heart.