Brides Of The Kindred: Chained Part 32

"Feels good does it?" he asked softly. "You like it when your master slips his fingers into that hot, wet little c.u.n.t of yours? You like it when I f.i.n.g.e.r.f.u.c.k. you?"

"Yes." Maggie pushed her hips back, spreading her thighs even wider to give him better access to her open p.u.s.s.y.

Kor's fingers stopped caressing her c.l.i.t and slid downward to find her entrance. Maggie let out a low, breathless moan as she felt them slip inside her, stretching her wide and penetrating her to the hilt. G.o.d, if his fingers made her feel so stretched, how would she ever take his c.o.c.k?

Just have to do it, she told herself. Just have to...

And then Kor's big fingers were withdrawn and something warm and wet took their place.

"Master?" Maggie looked around and saw him kneeling behind her, pressing his face between her legs. "Oh," she moaned as she felt him spread her p.u.s.s.y lips with his thumbs and take a long, hot lick of her inner folds. "Oh, G.o.d!"

Kor lifted up enough to meet her eyes. "That's right, slave girl. Your master wants to eat your sweet little c.u.n.t. So get that a.s.s high and those legs spread wide. Really open up your p.u.s.s.y for me so I can get my tongue deep inside you."

"Y-yes, Master." She could barely get the words out but she managed to comply with his orders.

Kor growled his approval and spread the puffy lips of her p.u.s.s.y even wider so he could suck her c.l.i.t into his mouth. As he swirled his tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves, Maggie felt a wave of pleasure so powerful wash over her that she lost her balance and went from her hands and knees down to her elbows. The new position pushed her a.s.s higher in the air and seemed to open her p.u.s.s.y even more for his a.s.sault.

Kor took advantage of her new position at once. With a low groan of pure l.u.s.t, he pressed his tongue to the entrance of her p.u.s.s.y and penetrated her deeply.

"Ah!" Maggie gasped as she felt him fill her. G.o.d he was so long and hot and wet and this was only his tongue. Again she tried to imagine taking his c.o.c.k in her p.u.s.s.y and again she failed. She moaned and pressed back against him helplessly, pus.h.i.+ng her pelvis up and out, trying to help her master get his tongue as deeply into her as she could. It felt so amazing...if only he would touch her aching little c.l.i.t at the same time...

Kor seemed to sense her need. As he continued to press his tongue deep into her p.u.s.s.y, one fingertip began to gently circle her c.l.i.t, stroking her tenderly but relentlessly, stoking the fire inside her higher and higher.

"Oh...Oh G.o.d!" Maggie wanted to move in time to his rhythm but she was afraid he might get mad at her. After all, he was playing her master and she was pretty sure he meant for her to hold still and submit, to simply stay there and spread her p.u.s.s.y wide for him and take anything he dished out.

Suddenly the hot feeling of his tongue in her p.u.s.s.y and his finger circling her c.l.i.t was too, too much. With a low moan, Maggie felt herself reaching the peak as the fire inside her suddenly flared out of control.

"Kor...Master...oh!" She forgot that she was supposed to hold still for her master and bucked against him, her p.u.s.s.y contracting hard around his invading tongue.

Kor responded by gripping her hips tightly in both hands, holding her in place. Then he put one big hand on her back and pushed her down until her head was resting on the pillow.

"Be still, little slave girl," he growled. "Be still and let your master tonguef.u.c.k you."

"Y-yes, Master," Maggie managed to get out. G.o.d, she couldn't remember ever feeling so vulnerable or hot. Her face was down on the bed, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s pushed against the pillow but her a.s.s was high in the air, her legs spread wide so Kor could lick her open p.u.s.s.y for as long and as deeply as he wanted to.

"Such a sweet little c.u.n.t," she heard him mutter in a low, l.u.s.tful voice. "G.o.ds, how I love to eat your p.u.s.s.y."

Then he went back to licking her, licking and sucking and f.u.c.king with his fingers and tongue until Maggie came again. And again. And again.

"Master, please," she gasped at last, her p.u.s.s.y throbbing with overload. "Please, I can't...can't take much more."

"That's all right," he growled, finally letting up. "You won't have to take much more...of my tongue, anyway."

Maggie bit her lip as he flipped her over. Was this it? Was he finally going to f.u.c.k her now?

But instead of making her spread her legs, Kor raised her up and made her sit on the side of the bed. Then he stood in front of her, looming over her like a tall, dark shadow.

"You were a good little slave girl, Maggie," he murmured, stroking her cheek. "Such a good little girl to spread your p.u.s.s.y wide for my tongue. Tell me, did you like it when I licked you? When I made you come by putting my tongue deep in that tight little c.u.n.t of yours?"

The intensity of his gaze made Maggie blush and drop her eyes. "Yes," she admitted in a low voice, twisting her fingers together in her lap. "Yes, I...yes, Master."

"That's good, little slave girl," Kor growled. "Because now you're going to return the favor."

"What?" Maggie couldn't help the startled expression on her face.

"You heard me." Kor was already unfastening the tight black leather trousers to let his ma.s.sive c.o.c.k spring free. "You're going to suck me, Maggie. And not just the tip, either. You're going to take my shaft deep in that sweet little mouth of yours and suck me right."

"But...but Kor," she faltered.

He frowned. "Did you hear me, slave girl?" Stepping closer, he took his shaft in his hand and rubbed it lightly against her cheek. "Your master wants a b.l.o.w. .j.o.b and you'd better make it a good one."

His warm, male musk invaded her senses and Maggie couldn't help herself. She turned toward the hot shaft branding her cheek, eager to have him between her lips. Her implant pulsed strongly but only once, reminding her that she actually did want to do this-that she loved servicing Kor the way he serviced her.

"Yes, Master," she whispered softly and laid a hot, sucking kiss on the broad head of his shaft.

He groaned softly and fed another thick inch between her lips. Maggie took it eagerly and leaned forward, searching for more. She knew she couldn't get all of him in her mouth-he was too d.a.m.n big and long for that. But she was certainly going to try to get as much as she could.

Kor groaned again as she swirled her tongue around his warm, salty shaft. He stroked her curls gently and watched, clearly loving the sight of her sucking him.

"That's right, sweetheart," he murmured in a low, hoa.r.s.e voice. "That's right, suck me deep. Make my c.o.c.k nice and wet so I can get it all the way in your p.u.s.s.y."

The thought of finally feeling him inside her, filling her completely, was enough to make Maggie want to reach between her legs. She knew she couldn't feel her own touch but she couldn't help imagining how it would be if she could slip her fingers into her p.u.s.s.y and trace the sensitive bud of her c.l.i.t as she sucked him.

G.o.d, what's wrong with you? a little voice in the back of her head moaned. You're enjoying this way too much! This is just something you have to do to get the implant out. There's no way you ought to like it so much-no way you should love it when Kor touches you and you touch him.

But I can't help it, Maggie told herself. He's the master and I'm the slave. I have to do what he says-I have no choice.

Deep down she knew it wasn't true but she tried to hold that knowledge back from herself. What was happening with Kor was the most intense s.e.xual experience of her life-she didn't want to spoil it with guilt. Instead, she took him deeper, sucking his thick shaft like the good little slave girl she was, trying to give her beloved master as much pleasure as possible.

Kor moaned and stroked her cheek but then, suddenly, he pulled away from her.

Maggie gave him a hurt look. "Kor? I mean, Master? Did I displease you? Didn't I do it right?"

"You did it just right, sweetheart," he a.s.sured her. "So right I almost came in your mouth. And you know, that's not the place I ought to be coming."

Maggie felt her heart skip a beat. "I know," she whispered, looking up at him. "Is it time? Are you going to...going to do it now?"

"I think you're ready," he murmured. "More than ready and so am I. But again, I want to take this slow."

"How slow?" Maggie couldn't keep the impatience from her voice. "I want you, Kor-I can't wait much longer."

Kor frowned at her as he went to sit at the head of the bed. "That's not something you're supposed to admit, blondie. You're just a slave girl, remember?"

"Yes, but-"

"Your body isn't your own," he continued. "Tonight it's going to be used by your master for his pleasure and there's nothing you can do about it. Nothing but spread your sweet thighs wide and submit."

Maggie bit her lip. "I know," she whispered. "And I understand what you're trying to do and why you're doing it but Kor-"

"Master," he corrected her sternly. "Call me, Master-unless you want another spanking."

Maggie's bottom was still sore from his earlier punishment. She closed her mouth quickly and shook her head.

"Didn't think so," Kor growled. "Good, then-come here."

He had finished arranging a pillow behind his back and he was leaning against the headboard, waiting for her.

Maggie crawled over to him, uncertain of what he would do next. But all Kor did was pat his lap, indicating that she should straddle him. He had taken the trousers all the way off and his hard c.o.c.k stood up between his thighs, clearly ready for her.

"C'mere, sweetheart." His deep voice was gentle as he pulled her to him. "Come close to me. I want to feel you near."

Maggie scooted up and gasped as she felt his thick shaft slip between her slippery c.u.n.t lips.

"Oh!" she whispered, looking down between them. His c.o.c.k wasn't in her-not yet-but the long shaft was pressed right between her naked p.u.s.s.y lips, sliding against her wet folds and rubbing against her sensitive c.l.i.t. The broad head was pointed at her, a pearly drop of prec.u.m beading at its tip.

"Look at that," Kor murmured, thrusting a little so that his shaft slid up and down against her c.l.i.t. "Love to watch your sweet little c.u.n.t slide against my c.o.c.k. Love to feel you against me, blondie."

Maggie liked it too. In fact, it was the most erotic thing she'd ever seen and she could barely take her eyes away. But when she did, she looked up and saw Kor looking at her. Not at the erotic sight taking place between them but just at her-he was gazing at her face as though he was trying to memorize it, as though he wanted to remember her forever.

"Kor?" she whispered.

"Master," he corrected automatically but his deep voice was hoa.r.s.e. "Call me Master because I'm about to f.u.c.k you, Maggie. I'm about to f.u.c.k you and it's not your fault."

"This way, though?" Maggie asked softly, indicating their position. "I thought you'd want me on my, um, on my back. Why this?"

"I want you on top for two reasons," Kor rumbled. "First because you're tight and you'll have better control this way-you can take me in slowly and you won't get hurt."

"And...and second?" Maggie prompted with a little gasp as he slid up and down, pressing against her c.l.i.t once more.

"Second I want to look into your eyes every minute I'm in you. I want to see it in your eyes when you come...and when you feel me coming inside you, filling you up. I want to tie you to me, Maggie and never let you go."

"Oh, Kor..." She didn't know what to say. This time he didn't correct her and tell her to call him 'Master.' Instead he cupped her cheek and brought her forward for a long, slow kiss. When he finally let her go he looked into her eyes.

"Come on, sweetheart-I can't wait any longer to be inside you."

"I...I want you in me too," Maggie confessed. "I can't help it, Kor-I want it so much."

He shook his head. "I told you, it's not your fault-it's the implant."

"No," Maggie protested. "It's been quiet ever since I, uh, sucked you last night on the s.h.i.+p. It's not the implant, Kor..." She put a hand to his cheek, loving the feel of his rough stubble scratching against her palm. "I want you," she said quietly. "I know it's wrong but I can't help it and I can't deny it. So let's stop pretending-let's just be honest and say how we feel."

"Oh, sweetheart, if you only knew..." His voice was hoa.r.s.e but he shook his head, not finis.h.i.+ng.

"Knew what?" Maggie asked gently.

"Knew how I really feel." He sighed. "Never mind. We can stop pretending if you want, though I kind of like playing the lecherous master."

"It is pretty hot," Maggie admitted. "I kind of like how you order me around."

"How's this for an order then? Raise up on your knees and spread your p.u.s.s.y for me. I want to watch while my c.o.c.k slides into your tight little c.u.n.t."

"G.o.d, Kor..." Maggie bit her lip and raised up on her knees as he had commanded.

"That's my good little slave girl." He nodded. "Now reach down and spread your p.u.s.s.y for me. Let me see the slippery pink inside. Show me where I'm going to put my c.o.c.k."

"Yes, Master," she whispered, playing along. Her cheeks were hot but she reached between her thighs willingly. Using her index and middle finger, she parted her p.u.s.s.y lips, putting her open c.u.n.t on display for him. "Here it is-see?"

"G.o.ds..." Kor growled with l.u.s.t deep in his throat. "That's f.u.c.king hot, sweetheart. I love it when you're submissive."

"And I love to submit," Maggie admitted softly. "Please, Master...are you going to, you know, put it in me soon?"

"As soon as I drink this." He reached for the small vial of milky fluid on the bedside table and popped off the seal. "You didn't forget what this was all about, did you?" he asked, clearly seeing the surprised look on Maggie's face. "You didn't forget I'm only f.u.c.king you to get rid of the implant?"

Maggie looked down. "Is that...the only reason?"

"You know it's not," he said roughly. Lifting the vial to his lips, he drank the solvent in two long swallows. "It's just the easiest way to justify it," he said and put the empty vial on the table. "Come on, blondie-I need to be inside you."

Maggie couldn't deny that she needed him in her as badly as he needed to be there. Putting one hand on his broad shoulder for balance, she began to lower herself down on him.

"Careful," Kor said hoa.r.s.ely as the broad, plum shaped head rubbed against her slick folds and settled at the entrance to her p.u.s.s.y. "Take it slowly, sweetheart. Don't want to hurt you."

"You won't," Maggie protested a little breathlessly but she could already feel his thickness stretching her and the head wasn't even all the way in yet.

"No, I won't because we're taking it slow," Kor growled. "Slow."

Grasping her hips in both hands, he guided her down, working himself into her slowly and gently, one thick inch at a time.

Maggie held back a moan as she felt him slipping into her. G.o.d, he really was huge. She'd never had anything even half as big inside her and she began to wonder if he was actually going to fit or not.

"Take it easy, sweetheart," Kor murmured. "Don't tense up."

Maggie realized that her body had been tightening involuntarily around him. She took a deep breath, trying to dispel her tension.

"Sorry, it's just...a lot more than I'm used to."

"It's going to be all right, though," Kor promised. "You're wet enough to take me as long as you don't get scared and tighten up."

"I'm...trying not to," she whispered, but her hands on his broad shoulders were fisted with tension.

"Maybe if you watched," Kor murmured. "Lean back a little and look down, Maggie. Look down and watch me sliding into you. Watch my c.o.c.k filling your p.u.s.s.y."

Maggie bit her lip and looked between their legs, just as he had said. A long sigh fell out of her as she took in the erotic sight. Here she was, straddling his lap with her legs spread and his thick shaft buried halfway inside her p.u.s.s.y, stretching her to the limit. She loved the sight of his thickness going into her...loved the feeling of him filling her. But even better was the look on Kor's face-he was watching her anxiously, trying to gauge her reaction, wanting to know that she was all right.

That isn't the expression of a guy just looking to get his rocks off and move on, whispered a little voice in her head. That look says he cares-cares a h.e.l.l of a lot, Maggie. Maybe more than he should-more than either of you should.

Maggie knew it was true but she couldn't think about it now. Just seeing that look on Kor's face-knowing that he cared so much, that he was being so careful not to hurt her-seemed to ease her inner tension and help her loosen up. As she watched, his long, thick shaft slid deeper into her and then, with one last thrust he was finally all the way in.

They both groaned as he finally bottomed out inside her and for a long moment, neither of them moved. Maggie closed her eyes for a second, getting used to the feeling, savoring the strange but delicious sensation of being so completely filled and stretched. At last Kor broke the silence.