Brides Of The Kindred: Chained Part 33

"Feels good, sweetheart?" he murmured, stroking her cheek. "You're okay? Not hurting?"

"No. In fact..." Maggie moved her hips experimentally, causing just an inch of his thickness to slide out and then press back inside her. "Oh!" she gasped. "In fact it feels...feels good."

"Feels f.u.c.king amazing," Kor growled, gripping her hips. "G.o.ds, you're tight."

Maggie did her best to look demure. "Does it please my master?"

"h.e.l.l yes your soft little p.u.s.s.y wrapped around my c.o.c.k pleases me," he murmured. "The question is, are you ready to feel me thrusting in you? Think you can be open enough to let me f.u.c.k you?"

"I..." Maggie nodded. "Yes, I think so. As long as you take it slow at first."

"Wouldn't have it any other way, sweetheart," he growled. "I want to make this last as long as I can. Never want to let you go."

"Oh, Kor..." Maggie put her arms around his neck. "I don't want you to either."

"Then let's make the most of this," he murmured. "Hold on, little slave girl. Your master is going to f.u.c.k your p.u.s.s.y."

"Yes, Master." Maggie started to move again but Kor's grip tightened and he held her steady.

"No, Maggie," he said sternly. "Not yet-let me make sure you're taking it okay before you start moving. Right now all I want you to do is hold still for your master's c.o.c.k. Just open your p.u.s.s.y and let me f.u.c.k you."

Maggie felt a fresh wave of l.u.s.t tingle through her.

"Yes, Master," she murmured submissively. "If that's what you want."

"It is." His hands tightened again. "Now get ready. I'm going to come almost all the way out of you and then go back in. Not hard-not at first-but deep. Very deep in your little c.u.n.t."

"Yes, Master," she breathed again. Biting her lip she looked down again and watched as the long, thick shaft of his c.o.c.k slid slowly out of her. His c.o.c.k was throbbing and s.h.i.+ny with her honey and so thick she couldn't believe it fit inside of her. Then he paused, with only the head inside her and looked into her eyes.

"Get ready, Maggie," he murmured. "Gonna f.u.c.k you now. Going to fill that hot little c.u.n.t with my c.o.c.k until I shoot my c.u.m deep in your p.u.s.s.y."

"Yes," Maggie whispered, her hands tightening to fists on his shoulders. "Yes, Kor-do it."

With a low growl he pushed back into her in a long, slow, steady slide. It wasn't painful but as he had promised it was very, very deep. Maggie moaned as she felt him bottom out inside her again, the broad head of his c.o.c.k kissing the mouth of her womb, pressing hard against her as though demanding entrance.

"Kor," she moaned. "Oh, G.o.d, yes-please, do it again. Don't stop!"

"Not going to, sweetheart. Not going to stop again until we both come," he growled. And with that, he pulled out again and thrust in even deeper this time. So deep that Maggie felt like he was reaching for her very soul.

"Kor!" she gasped, digging her nails into his broad shoulder. "Oh, G.o.d, please!"

"Such a polite little girl," he murmured, beginning to find his rhythm inside her. "Such nice manners the way you beg to be f.u.c.ked."

Maggie couldn't answer. With each deep plunge of his thick shaft into her p.u.s.s.y, she was being pushed closer to the edge. She never would have believed that she could come again after all the o.r.g.a.s.ms Kor had given her while he tasted her p.u.s.s.y. But the building pleasure inside her wasn't to be denied.

There was something else too-something besides the pleasure. Every time he thrust into her, she felt almost as though a bond was being formed, a cord of communion that was growing between them, pulling them closer together and not just their bodies.

At the same time, though Kor's hands were still planted firmly on her hips, she swore she could feel someone tugging on her nipples, twisting them gently, making her pleasure even fiercer, stoking the fire hotter. But that was crazy...impossible, right?

If it was, then why did she also feel something touching between her legs. Not the place where Kor was thrusting-she felt it against her c.l.i.t-almost like a hot, knowledgeable tongue licking her, adding to the overwhelming stimulation to make her come.

The sensations were strange but they added to her pleasure so intensely that Maggie couldn't seem to get upset about them. All she could think about was how good it felt-how right to have Kor buried to the hilt inside her. And all she could feel was how much she cared for him and how connected she felt to him in this instant of fleeting intimacy.

"G.o.ds, sweetheart, you're so tight," Kor said hoa.r.s.ely. "You feel so good wrapped around me. Just wish I could taste your p.u.s.s.y at the same time."

You already are, Maggie almost said but just then she felt her pleasure coming to a peak.

"Kor," she gasped. "Oh, G.o.d, Kor...coming...going to come so hard."

"Come for me, sweetheart," he growled, tightening his grip on her hips and thrusting even deeper. "Come all over my c.o.c.k while I f.u.c.k you."

Maggie couldn't help herself-though she wanted to prolong this moment and never let it end, she was tilting over the edge. With a soft cry, she wrapped her arms around Kor's neck and pressed close to him as the o.r.g.a.s.m washed over her, dragging her out to a sea of pleasure, almost drowning her in its sweetness.

"That's right, come. Let it all go and come," Kor murmured. "G.o.ds, I can feel you squeezing me. Can't stand it much more..."

"Then you come too," Maggie urged him and in that moment, she wanted nothing more. "Come in me, Kor-fill me up with your seed...with your self. Please, I want you to."

Kor groaned and Maggie felt him pull back and thrust into her as hard and as deep as he could. Then he held rock solid-completely still and steady as he began to fill her with his c.u.m.

She bit back a moan as she felt him spurt inside her. G.o.d, she'd never felt this with any other man-had never felt anything like this before ever, for that matter.

This is right-more than right, perfect! This is where I'm supposed to be, the man I'm supposed to be with.

The certainty inside her was incontrovertible. Not even the nagging little voice of guilt could drown it out. To Maggie, it felt like coming home.

In that moment, she felt completely connected to Kor...and also completely in love with him.

Kor groaned as he filled her, loving the way her tight little channel was milking his c.o.c.k. It was almost as though she was trying to get every last drop of his c.u.m inside her and G.o.ds, did it feel good!

But it wasn't just the physical sensations that overwhelmed him. At this moment, holding her in his arms, he knew he would never be able to let her go. She was his now-he had claimed her and tied her to him. She belonged to him and he to her and at that moment, nothing else mattered.

Slowly the pleasure ebbed but Kor still didn't want to let her go. He kept his arms around her and pressed his face to her hair, breathing in her scent, holding her close to his heart.

Maggie...Oh G.o.ds, love you so much. Can't help it-I know I shouldn't but I do. I love you!

"I love you too," she whispered in his ear.

Kor pulled back and looked at her in surprise.

"What did you say?"

"I said, I love you too," she repeated and burst into tears.

Kor didn't know what to do.

"Sweetheart? Blondie?" He stroked her curls back from her flushed cheeks anxiously. "Are you all right? Did I hurt you?"

"No, of course not. That was..." She sobbed. "That was the b-best s.e.x I've ever h-had."

"Not something you usually cry about," Kor pointed out gently, still stroking her hair.

"I know." She sniffed. "I'm crying because I love you even though I know I shouldn't. I mean, I'm engaged to Donald and you're going to want to leave and go your own way now and I'm just...Oh, Kor, I'm so scared and confused."

"Don't be." Cupping her face in his hands he brought her closer and pressed his lips to her cheeks, kissing away the tears. "Don't be frightened because I'm here, blondie. And I'm not about to leave."

"You...Do you really mean that?" Maggie's eyes were wide and wet and uncertain. "About not leaving?"

"Of course I mean it," Kor murmured. "Haven't I been telling you how much I want you?"

"I thought you just meant like this...you know, s.e.xually."

"This isn't all there is, you know," Kor told her. "There's a h.e.l.l of a lot more than just s.e.x between us. You're a beautiful, fascinating, intelligent female. Why would I ever want to let you get away?"

"Oh, Kor..." She leaned back a little, swiping at her eyes. As she did, something small and red fell to the bedspread beside them.

"Hey, what's this?" Kor picked it up.

"The implant!" Maggie studied the small red ruby in the palm of his hand. "It worked! So does this mean...?"

"That the implant wasn't the source of your feelings," he finished for her.

"Then I must really love you." Maggie looked up at him, her eyes wide with understanding. "I really do."

"Well, that's it." Xandra stepped back from her cauldron in disgust. "We've lost him. He may not know it but he's bonded her to him. You'll never be able to indwell him now-the bond will block you out."

"Not so." The burning eyes of the demon blazed ominously. "The seed that was planted will keep the bond from growing and taking root. A good dose of anger and hatred will wither it considerably. And then all we need is to bring Therron to the Black Planet. Once he has breathed the fumes of my home world and taken the mark of the shadow stone upon his skin, he will be ours."

"That is never going to happen now!" the witch protested. "He'll stay with her and no amount of whispering on your part will part them. Besides, even if you could lure him back to the Black Planet, no mortal being can stand upon it and live. It's hotter than the surface of a star-that is why you and all your brothers are spirit only with no flesh."

"Once I indwell him, he will be invulnerable to any and all attacks. And I will indwell him, wife. Watch and see." The eyes blazed again. "Watch and see what I have planned..."

"I love you," Maggie whispered and Kor was suddenly choked with emotion.

"I love you too, sweetheart," he said roughly, saying it for the first time out loud. In the back of his mind, he still wondered how Maggie had heard him earlier, when he was just thinking about how he felt. Maybe he had said it aloud without realizing it?

"Kor," she said, looking at him tentatively. "I'm glad we feel the same way but what about-"

Suddenly a huge thump rattled the door of their room. And then another.

Both of them jerked, startled.

"Oh!" gasped Maggie.

"What in the Seven h.e.l.ls...?" Kor growled. "Who-?"

"Open up!" shouted a deep male voice from outside. "I know you're in there and I know you've got the girl. Open up now or I'll break it down!"

Chapter Thirty-one.

"Who the h.e.l.l...?" Kor growled. He got up, disentangling himself from Maggie and made his way to the door.

"Kor!" She pointed to him as she hastily gathered the bedspread to her chest. "I don't know who that is but you're still naked."

"f.u.c.k that." His eyes glowed as he went to the door and flung it open. "Who in the Seven h.e.l.ls are you and how dare you threaten to break down my door?"

A tall man with dark hair and a devilish looking goatee and mustache stood in the doorway. He had a black eye patch over one eye and a sardonic grin on his darkly handsome face.

"I thought that would get you to the door," he said, grinning at Kor.

"You're d.a.m.n right it did now who the h.e.l.l are you and what do you want?" Kor growled.

"I just want to talk to Maggie Jordon. I a.s.sume that's her on the sleeping platform?"

"It is." Kor didn't budge an inch, keeping himself between the strange man and the bed. "What do you want with her?"

"Well I can guess what you want with her," the man murmured, his one eye flicking over Kor's huge, naked form. "But I a.s.sure you, what I want is completely different. My interest in her is purely professional."

"And what kind of 'profession' are you in?" Kor growled, still not moving.

"I'm Salix-maybe you've heard of me? I brought in the rogue Balor twins after their little shooting spree on Harmon Four?"

"Salix? Salix the bounty hunter?" Kor frowned. "Who sent you-some agent of my old master?"

Salix eyed him thoughtfully. "You would bring in quite a payday-wanted escaped felon and murderer that you are. The price on your head would refit my entire s.h.i.+p...But no. Regrettably, I have no interest in you, my friend. I simply need to speak to the lady." He made a deep bow in Maggie's direction and she nodded back, not knowing what else to do.

"What about?" Kor demanded.

"Why, about coming home," Salix said mildly. "As you may or may not know, Miss Jordon there went missing a little more than six solar months ago. Her friends and family and most especially her fiance..." he gave Kor a significant look. "Are understandably concerned for her."

"Oh my G.o.d...Donald." Maggie felt her cheeks getting hot and the little guilt voice she'd somehow managed to banish earlier when she was feeling so close and connected to Kor suddenly came back. Look what you did, it whispered. Now everyone is going to know.

"Is that the name of your fiance, dear lady? Lucky fellow." Salix grinned sardonically. "I'm sure he'll be thrilled to hear you're ah...intact."

"Enough," snapped Kor. "Get to the point."

"The point is that I have been employed by the Kindred High Council to come and find Miss Jordon. And what do you know...here she is!" Salix ended brightly. "So could I please, if it's not too much trouble, have the pleasure of speaking to her for just a moment?"