Saved by the Beast (Kindred Tales)

Bard shifted uncomfortably, feeling his cock get even harder.

“Now, wait a minute, baby girl—” he began.

And then she pressed one tight, hot nipple to his lips.

“Bard helps…please,” she begged softly.

Bard opened his mouth to protest—to say he shouldn’t do this because she had just come from an abusive situation and he was too fucking old for her, damn it. But before he could speak, she slipped her tight peak into his mouth and he found that he was sucking it as she moaned above him.

“Oh,” she gasped, pressing against him and running her soft little fingers through his hair. “Bard helps…Bard helps.”

Shouldn’t be doing this, he told himself, even as he did it. Gods, she was so soft and curvy and small but her breasts were big and her nipples really were strangely hot, as though she needed something or someone to cool them down…

Now his hands were roaming over her bare body, though again he kept telling himself he shouldn’t be doing this—shouldn’t be touching her bare skin and sucking her tight little nipples.

But clearly Makenna thought he should be doing more.

One of her soft little hands left his hair and reached for his much larger hand. With a little moan, she pushed his fingers between her legs.

Bard let out a soft curse as he felt her plump pussy lips part to let him into her slippery folds. She was so fucking hot it almost felt like she had a fever down there and the minute he touched her, the warm, feminine scent—the scent of her desire, her need—intensified until he felt almost drunk from breathing it in.

Gently, he explored her, sliding just his fingertips along her cleft until he found her Goddess pearl. All thought of stopping was gone from his head now—he only wanted to bring her pleasure—only wanted to hear her moan. Part of him was telling him he would regret this—regret it deeply—but the little voice saying it seemed far away and distant and it was easy to push it aside and ignore it.

Makenna moaned as he stroked gently around and around her throbbing button. He hadn’t pleasured a female in twenty years, but if the way she was acting was any indication, he hadn’t lost his touch.

She moaned and gasped as he stroked her, still sucking her nipples as he did so. He could feel her entire body trembling as he caressed the delicate little button, pushing her closer and closer to the point of no return.

Gods, she was so wet, he thought as he slid his fingertips around her clit. So wet and so hot—hotter than any female he’d ever felt, at least, from what he could remember since he’d been celibate for so long.

“Bard helps!” she was moaning as she pressed against him, riding his fingers shamelessly. “Bard helps…Bard!”

And then her back was arching as her orgasm overtook her and she moaned his name like a prayer.

Bard felt damn close to coming himself. The way she was begging and moaning his name as he sucked her breasts and stroked her soft little pussy was pushing him over the edge, even though he wasn’t even touching himself.

He could feel his balls tightening and he was sorely tempted to let the pleasure take him, but he stopped himself. He wanted this moment to be for her—wanted to give her what she needed without any distractions.

Thinking he would increase her pleasure with penetration, he slid two fingers down to the mouth of her pussy. He slipped them inside her, meaning to thrust deep in her core…only to find resistance just a little way inside.

“What in the Seven Hells?” he thought to himself as he felt the hard, unyielding thing inside her. “What is this?”

Makenna must have felt him probing because she gasped and jerked upright, pulling her nipple from his mouth. She started to scoot away, but Bard stopped her with his other hand on her thigh.

“No, baby girl,” he said, putting a stern note into his voice. “No, hold still a minute. Let me see what the hell this thing is.”

She must have understood his tone, if not all of his words. Biting her lip, she held still for him. She even parted her legs a little wider so that he could explore her more fully, though her eyes were big and terrified.

“Won’t hurt you, baby girl,” he tried to reassure her. “Just need to figure out what the fuck is going on here.”

Bard frowned as he touched the hard thing inside her. It seemed to have rough edges that must be cutting into her tender flesh and it was lodged very deep and very firmly in her pussy channel. What in the Seven Hells was it?

“Makenna…hurt?” he asked her, looking up as he touched the strange thing.

Biting her lip, she nodded and Bard saw that her eyes were suspiciously bright.