Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
This isn’t my fault—I can’t help it! Ketha told herself. And somehow the thought was freeing in a way she never could have expected. Because the big Kindred was holding her down, she felt able to enjoy what he was doing to her. There was no guilt involved because there was no possible way she could get free of him. He was twice as big and probably a hundred times as strong as she was—what else could she do but lay back and let him lick her?
“Oh…oh, Goddess!” she moaned and somehow she found that she was holding him by the horns again. They felt rough against her palms as the big Kindred continued lapping her open pussy. She was close to an orgasm now—she could feel it. The pleasure was hovering over her head like a thundercloud about to break. She’d never had anyone lick her this way before—the big Kindred was driving her closer and closer to the edge!
Then, suddenly the cloud broke. Bolts of pleasure ripped through her like lightning and Ketha came harder than she ever had in her life. She had all the latest, high-tech pleasure toys available on the market but somehow having Styx hold her down and take what he wanted was pushing her higher than she’d ever been before.
In fact, she might have blacked out for a moment because she seemed to lose track of time. When she came back to herself, Styx had his long tongue deep inside her again, lapping her honey right from the source.
“Ohhh…” Ketha moaned softly. “Oh Goddess…what did you do to me?”
“Just made you gush your honey for me, baby,” he growled softly, withdrawing. “You came nice and hard like a good girl too.” He stroked her thighs gently with his big, warm hands. “I’m proud of you, coming so hard for me like that.”
Ketha felt a strange flush of pleasure come over her at his words. No one had ever called her “good girl” before or given her any kind of praise. Her mother had raised her on criticism and bitterness—nothing she ever did was good enough for Mistress Morebutt.
But the next minute, she gave herself a mental slap. What was wrong with her, acting like the big Kindred was her lover or worse, her Master? He was a bodyslave with faulty conditioning and she was in a very dangerous position here!
“I…I couldn’t help coming,” she protested. “I mean, you held me down and made me come.”
“I know, baby—it wasn’t your fault you came so hard and made so much sweet pussy honey for me.” He kissed her gently on one inner thigh. “You just keep telling yourself that—it wasn’t your fault.”
“I…but it wasn’t my fault!” Ketha exclaimed. “Are you implying—“
“That you liked it?” He raised an eyebrow at her and gave a low, rumbling laugh. “Oh no—what would give me that fucking idea? Maybe the way you moaned and tugged my horns while you were coming all over my face?”
“You…you bastard!” Ketha slapped at him, but he caught her hand before it could connect with his cheek.
“That’s right, little girl—I’m a fucking bastard. A dangerous one too,” he growled, his golden eyes flashing. He raised up and suddenly he was looming over her. “You Yonnites are so fucking entitled—you think you can take anyone you want and make them be your slave. Well, what do you think I’ll do next to the female who tried to enslave me?”
“I…I…”
Ketha didn’t know what to say. She was suddenly terrified again. He looked huge, towering above her with his blazing golden eyes and curving horns. Was he going to hurt her?
“What…what are you going to do to me?” she got out at last.
His golden eyes went half-lidded.
“I don’t know, little girl. Maybe it’s time for that punishment we talked about earlier.” One of his big hands went down to cup the thick bulge straining against his black trousers. “Maybe I should punish you with my cock.”
Ketha felt a simultaneous surge of fear and lust rush through her. Oh Goddess, to have that thick monster inside her…pounding deep in her pussy…forcing her to come as he shot her full of his hot, monstrous seed…
“What’s going on in here? What’s the meaning of all this?”
The loud, strident voice surprised them both. Ketha gasped and jerked upright, clapping her thighs closed. Styx’s horned head turned and his eyes narrowed.
Standing in the doorway to the living area was Ketha’s mother and she did not look pleased.
6
STYX
It was time to make his escape, Styx realized. He’d wanted to stay and make the little female gush for him several more times—her pussy honey was the most delicious he’d ever had and she had given it up for him so sweetly, too. Also, the thought of fucking her had more than crossed his mind. The Kindred didn’t take unwilling females, but there was nothing unwilling about the way she was acting—and smelling. If anything, her heat had only increased after he tongue-fucked her to orgasm. He could smell her lust perfuming the air with her need.