And she knew what he wanted.
Then, abruptly, J’are stopped tugging. He released his grip on the top of her panties and began kissing the top of her mound—hot, open-mouthed kisses that made Imani feel like she was melting from the inside out.
“Oh,” she whispered, running her hands over his short, spiky hair. “Oh, J’are…that’s not right, you’re not playing fair. Oh!”
This last exclamation was because she felt his hot tongue slip deftly into her slit. He parted her inner folds easily and lapped lower, teasing her aching clit and sending fire through her veins.
“Oh!” Imani cried again and now she found that, rather than fighting to keep her panties up, she was pushing them down. Pushing them down and spreading her thighs to give him greater access to her pussy.
J’are seemed to approve of this. He growled hungrily and intensified his lapping, spreading her open to lick from the entrance of her well all the way up over her button and to the top of her slit before diving down to repeat the process again.
“Oh, J’are…” Her hips worked as she rode his tongue, rubbing against him wantonly as he tasted her honey. She shouldn’t be doing this but it felt so good, felt so right…
And then, to her horror, Imani found that she was suddenly right on the brink of orgasm.
God, she shouldn’t be going along with J’are this way! She ought to be fighting to get free—wiggling and kicking and biting. Not lying here with her thighs spread and her hands on his head, guiding him lower, tilting her hips to get more of his hot, wet tongue inside her…
And yet she felt helpless to stop. Again, she thought maybe it was his scent. It was so strong—so wild and enticing. It seemed to act on her like a drug, making her do things she wouldn’t normally do—like slide her panties all the way off and spread her legs as wide as she could while the big Nightwalker lapped her throbbing pussy until she started coming…coming so hard she could barely breathe as her hips bucked up to meet his hot tongue lashing her swollen folds…
The orgasm seemed to clear her head a little, but Imani had no illusions about running now. There was no way she could get away from J’are—no way he wouldn’t catch her and bring her down to the ground.
So when he nudged her to turn over, she didn’t try to fight him. Instead, she got on her hands and knees, complying with his mute demands and directions.
In this position, she could feel the remote to his pain collar swinging between her breasts. Looking down for a moment, she contemplated the big red pain button at its center. But she couldn’t use it on J’are—she wouldn’t. It would be a betrayal of his trust.
And it would also stop the action, wouldn’t it? a little voice sneered in her head. So you’re not touching that remote, no matter what, are you, Imani?
Imani did her best to push the little voice away. Instead, she concentrated on J’are—on what was about to happen.
“You…you want me like this?” she whispered, looking back at him. “Is this the way you need to take me?”
In answer, he put his hands on her hips and spread her legs wider, pushing them apart with his knee until Imani could feel her pussy opening like a flower for him. Then something hot and blunt and thick was sliding over her inner folds. With a gasp, she realized it was his shaft.
“J’are!” she exclaimed, trying for a moment to wiggle free. The big Kindred held her effortlessly, not even tightening his grip much. At last Imani had to admit to herself that she wasn’t strong enough to get away. With a little moan, she stopped fighting and tilted her pelvis up, mutely accepting the thick invader waiting at her entrance.
“All right,” she whispered, her voice soft and broken in her own ears. “All right, J’are, you can…can take me. I can’t stop you, so go ahead.”
With a low growl, she felt his thickness breach her entrance and then he was pushing inside her in short, hard thrusts, working his way into her tight, slippery pussy with his massive shaft.
“Oh!” Imani moaned and hung her head, just trying to be open enough to take him. She felt powerless to resist the big Kindred—powerless to stop him. All she could do, she realized, was try to let him in—try to let him fuck her and breed her—until he was done.
To her surprise, it didn’t hurt.
The first time she’d seen his shaft, she had wondered who could possibly accommodate such a thick monster. But though she felt her inner walls stretching to take him, there was no pain—only a deep pleasure she had never known before with any other lover.
At last, she felt the blunt head of his cock press against the end of her channel and knew he was all the way inside her, no doubt leaking dangerous amounts of precum against the mouth of her womb.
“J’are,” she whispered brokenly as she felt him fill her completely. “In me…in me so deep.”
His only reply was a low growl of pleasure and then he was pressing forward even harder and she felt something hot and wet inside her. Her eyes widened as she gripped the long, cool grass beneath her. What was happening? Was he coming in her already? Or was it some kind of biological compound—a kind of precum—he was pumping into her, to get her ready for him?
Before she could find an answer to her question, she felt the thick shaft pull almost all the way out of her and then thrust in again.
“Ahhh!” Imani gasped, as a bolt of pleasure so deep it was almost painful shot through her. “Oh God…oh, J’are!”
And then he pulled back and did it again…and again and again.
She lost track of time, lost track of the thrusts inside her. For a time, she simply gripped that grass, trying
