Enticed by the Satyr (Kindred Tales)

The sensation of him filling her so deeply and completely, along with the way his pre-seed had sensitized and pleasurized (if that was the right term) the end of her channel, caused Mia to come again herself.

With a gasp that turned into a moan, she felt her pleasure overtaking her, washing over her in waves so deep and wide that for a long moment she couldn’t speak—indeed, she almost forgot to breathe, it felt so good.

“Mia!” she heard Storn groaning as he crushed her to him. “Oh Gods, Mia, love you so much!”

And then he was kissing her, taking her mouth with passion, even as his shaft continued to pump inside her.

“I love you too,” Mia wanted to say, but she was too busy kissing him, too busy letting him fill her.

Storn’s eyes widened and he broke the kiss, looking down at her.

“Lovely one, did you speak inside my mind?” he asked.

Mia looked up at him uncertainly.

“Did you just speak inside my mind?” she asked, sending the question back to him.

“I did!” Storn kissed her again. “Gods, do you know what this means? The fact that we can speak telepathically?”

“I hope it means that we’re bonded together and we’ll never be separated again,” Mia sent, kissing him back.

“It does—that’s exactly what it means.” Storn cuddled her close, cradling her face in his big hands and kissing her over and over. “Oh, my sweet Mia—I should be upset about this! But I can’t deny that I longed to bond you to me or that part of me is happy we will never be apart.”

“I feel the same way. Oh, Storn…” Reveling in their newly forged bond, she pulled him even closer, wrapping arms and legs around his big body like a clinging vine.

It might be that they would face dangers in the future, but Mia didn’t care. All she cared about was spending the rest of her life with Storn. No matter how long or short that life was, they would live it together and that was good enough for her.

“It’s good enough for me too, lovely one,” she heard him say. “But we’re not finished. My Mating Knot won’t deflate for a long time. Which means we’re not done bonding yet.”

“Keep bonding me, then,” Mia begged him, bucking her hips. “Let’s keep bonding all night long!”

And so they did.

30

“Hope you’re ready for a fight,” Baird murmured to his half-brother, Sylvan, as he headed the short-range shuttle towards the landing area outside the clear plasti-glass dome on the top of the World Council building in New York.

The building—which the humans called a “skyscraper”—was the tallest in the city. They were absurdly proud of it, though Baird had seen edifices on several other planets that would make it look like an anthill. The cloud towers of Geroshina Prime, for instance, soared four and five times as tall and had their own weather patterns and atmosphere domes to allow the residents at the top to get enough air to breathe.

But of course, the humans didn’t know any of that. They had built their “tall” building after the Scourge had been repelled so many years ago, and the governments of Earth had come together as one in order to deal with the Kindred, who had rescued them from the alien menace. All the Kindred wanted, in return for rescuing the Earth from despoilment and doom, was the right to call brides in a Bride Draft. The humans had reluctantly agreed, but they had been trying to go back on that agreement ever since—at least as far as Baird could see.

Lately, things had been worse than ever. The humans had elected a new leader to head the World Council—a man named Aldus Perce. The male was full of himself and his own importance and he also held the belief that human males were superior to Kindred in every way—despite the fact that Kindred warriors were taller, stronger, and willing to treat females as equals, which (in Baird’s estimation at least,) indicated greater intelligence.

It would have been an uphill battle to get a male like Aldus Perce to accept letting a whole new breed of Kindred with animalistic characteristics participate in the Bride Draft to start with. But now that the vid of Storn trampling a human male on the front lawn of a nice suburban neighborhood had gone viral, it was going to be damn near impossible.

Aldus Perce himself had called the Mother Ship the moment it had been brought to his attention, demanding that the “monstrous demon Kindred” who had been responsible for tramping an “innocent, highly-decorated policeman” should be expelled from the Mother Ship at once and never allowed on Earth again.

From that moment, the Monstrum Kindred were screwed—Baird was sure of it. The humans would never accept them now. It was too bad, because Storn was a decent male—a true Kindred warrior at heart, despite his strange outer appearance. He cared more for protecting his female than rules and regulations or anything else. In that, he was a male after Baird’s own heart and he knew that most of the Kindred High Council had felt the same.