Penelope was still nibbling her lower lip but his tone seemed to ease her uncertainty. At last she nodded and lay back to prop herself on her elbows. She watched him with an uncertain look in her big brown eyes but didn’t struggle anymore.
“All right, V’rex,” she whispered and V felt some of the tension leave her body. “You can…can look if you want to.”
“Thank you for trusting me,” V told her. Gently, he lifted the hem of her toga again, displaying her bare mound.
Well no wonder she’s having problems! he thought, his eyebrows lifting at what he saw.
Penelope’s bare little pussy mound was red and swollen, her outer lips puffy and almost twice their normal size. Peeking out from between them was her Goddess pearl, which looked the most inflamed of all. It was glistening with her juices and dark with need, almost as though it was begging to be touched and caressed.
But when V stroked it very lightly with just one fingertip, she gasped and jerked away, in a reflexive motion. She was too sensitive even to be touched—at least with his hands or fingers.
“Gods, baby…” He frowned down at her swollen pussy. “What’s happening here and how long has it been happening?” She’d looked a bit swollen and sensitive that morning, he thought, but this was much, much worse.
“Not long, honestly. I mean, I’ve been sensitive there for a little while, but it didn’t get this bad until earlier when you were…were sucking my nipple,” Penelope confessed. “But I didn’t want to say anything about it because, well…” She looked away. “Because it’s embarrassing.”
“It might be embarrassing, but it’s not your fault. I think I know what’s wrong,” V told her. He was remembering what the GL had said to his group of males before the Unification Ceremony.
“You know?” she looked uncomfortable. He had a feeling she knew what he was going to say—knew what was going on with her—but he said it anyway.
“Yes, I do.” He explained what the “Glorious Leader” had told his group of male breeders—about how the females who had been drinking Mother’s Milk would need male fluids deep in their pussies or they would have pain.
“So I think this is happening because I’m not actually breeding you,” he finished, checking to make sure the red light was still off.
“Oh, but…” Penelope’s face went white and he felt a sudden surge of fear from her. “But we can’t really…I mean you’re not going to…I can’t really get pregnant here!” she finally burst out. “I can’t bear the thought of having a baby taken out of me and turned into one of those horrible orange NeverBreeders!”
“I’m not about to let that happen,” V assured her. “There’s no way in the Seven Hells I want any son of mine turned into one of those little fuckers. But we can’t let you go around like this either.” He motioned to her swollen pussy. “So to my mind, we have two options. One, I can shoot my seed on your pussy mound like I did our first night together—”
“Oh, but that’s so risky,” Penelope protested. “I mean, because, well…” She bit her lip. “In order to heal me with your seed, you’d have to, uh, shoot inside me as well as on the outside. At least a little way. Because I have pain on…on the inside, too.”
“Let me see,” V commanded.
Her cheeks got pink and he felt another wave of shame coming from her but she allowed him to spread her legs wider and peer into the mouth of her soft little pussy.
Sure enough, the redness and swelling extended inside, V saw. The poor little female was really in a bad way.
“All right,” he said at last, nodding. “I could put just the head of my shaft near your entrance and come inside you, I guess—”
“But you might get me pregnant!” Penelope protested. “I’ve, uh, seen how hard you shoot and how much you, um, produce when you, uh, orgasm,” she went out, her cheeks getting pinker and pinker. “If you actually shoot inside me, it’ll probably go pretty far and I’ll get pregnant for sure.”
“Actually, you can’t get pregnant by a Kindred warrior unless you’re bonded to him,” V informed her.
“Bonded?” She frowned. “I know a little bit about Kindred mating habits, but I haven’t been working with them for long. Does it have to do with your, uh, mating fist?” She gestured at his crotch, her cheeks getting even redder.
“My mating fist and my stinger,” V told her and saw her blanch.
“What…what does it have to do with that?” she asked in a faint voice. It was clear she definitely still feared his stinger. Well, he had promised not to use it on her until she asked him to, he reminded himself. It seemed that time was still far in the future.
“In order to bond you to me—and get you pregnant—I’d have to have my mating fist all the way inside your pussy, filling you with my seed at the exact moment I was stinging you and injecting my lust-honey,” V explained. “So you see, just putting the head of my shaft inside your pussy and coming inside you can’t give you a big belly.”
“It still seems like an awful risk. What about all the crazy hormones in my system from the Mother’s Milk?” Penelope asked. “I think they’re supposed to make me extra fertile or something.”
V frowned, considering.
“You got me there,” he admitted at last. “I honestly don’t know if that changes things or makes you more likely to get pregnant or not.” He shrugged. “But since we don’t know, I guess that leaves us with option number two.”
“Option number two?” Penelope got a little crease between her eyebrows. “What’s that?”
“I’ll have to heal you,” V told her.
“Heal me?” Her eyebrows shot up. “You mean like you healed my burn
