Saved by the Beast (Kindred Tales)

Makenna wanted to ask what he was talking about, but she didn’t have time. For the first time, her pussy was filled with his cock and her body was doing the talking for her.

“Please…” she begged softly, squeezing his invading shaft with her inner muscles. “Please, Bard, come in me now—I need you to!”

“Gods, baby girl—I want to give you what you need, but I can’t just come on command,” he growled. “Need a little friction first—going to have to fuck you a little before I can shoot my seed in your hungry little womb.”

“Fuck me then!” Makenna begged. “Please, Bard—I need you to!”

“Just hold on, baby girl,” he told her, his grip on her hips tightening. “Gonna give you exactly what you need. Gonna fuck you nice and deep right now.”

He pulled almost all the way out of her and then thrust back in, making Makenna writhe and moan. Goddess, it felt so good when he touched bottom inside her! Bard did it again and the again and she braced herself on his chest and joined his rhythm. She could feel her inner walls clamping around him, gripping him tight and begging him to shoot in her. Soon…surely he would come soon…

“Gonna come soon, baby girl,” he growled, as though answering her hopeful thoughts. “But I want you to come with me. Do you think you can do that?”

As he spoke, the broad pad of his thumb found her pleasure button and began to rub in a maddening circle around and around it.

“Oh!” Makenna gasped, bucking her hips as the added stimulation shot sparks of pleasure through her body. “Oh, yes, Bard! I…I think I can if you keep…keep touching me,” she panted.

“Gonna keep it up until you come for me, baby girl,” he promised, his voice a low, lustful growl as he held her eyes with his own. “Gonna pet this sweet little Goddess pearl until I feel your soft pussy squeezing me and begging me to fill you.”

It didn’t take long. Makenna was actively riding him now, bracing herself on his broad chest as she came down hard on his thick shaft with every deep thrust into her pussy. In fact, she could swear that he was getting deeper inside her somehow, but the pleasure was so intense she couldn’t concentrate on that. She was so close to orgasm, she just needed him to fill her completely, just needed to feel him coming inside her…

And then, it happened. Bard pulled her all the way down on him and at the same time, Makenna felt herself stretch even wider somehow. Then she felt his shaft swell even bigger within her. With a low groan, he spurted deep in her pussy, the head of his cock pressed hard against the mouth of her thirsty womb.

Makenna felt herself coming at the same time. It was as though his orgasm, and the rush of hot seed inside her, had triggered her own pleasure.

Oh Goddess, so deep in me—so deep! Feels so good—just what I needed! Her thoughts were a jumble as she moaned her pleasure aloud.

Then, to her surprise, she heard something completely unexpected.

“Gods, baby girl—why can I hear your voice in my head?”

It was Bard, and he wasn’t talking to her with his mouth.

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“What? Why can I hear your voice in my head?” Makenna sent back. She frowned at him, wondering if she was imagining this. Were they really talking with their minds? Sending thoughts back and forth?

“Yes, we are baby girl. And that must mean…”

“Shit!” Bard said aloud. He was looking down to the place where they were joined.

Makenna looked too and was surprised to see that he was buried to the root inside her—even his Mating Fist was deep in her pussy.

“Oh my!” she murmured, looking down at herself. “How…how did that happen?”

“I wasn’t being careful enough to keep my Mating Fist out of you,” Bard growled. “I went and bonded you to me—that’s why we can communicate without talking now.” He shook his head, his jaw tense. “Damn it—I didn’t mean to do this!”

He seemed so upset that Makenna wanted to comfort him.

“It’s all right, Bard—really,” she murmured. Cupping his face in her hands, she leaned down and kissed him gently on the mouth.

“I don’t mind having this new connection to you. In fact, I really like it,” she sent through the new mental link they seemed to have.

“You don’t understand, baby girl—this new connection is a soul-bond. And it means that you and I are tied together for life—or until one of us dies. Probably me, because I’m freaking twenty-five years older than you.”

Makenna sat up and stared down at him.

“What? You can’t be! How old are you, anyway, Bard?”

He sighed.

“Forty-five cycles—or years, as the humans say it, baby girl. I’m practically an old man compared to you.”