It seemed to go on and on with Alli caught between fear and desire. What if he really was making her pregnant right now? What if his seed was taking root inside her? How could she explain having a Kindred baby to Douglas when she got home to him—if she ever got home to him?
But the fear didn’t drown out her pleasure at all. In fact, it seemed to amplify it in some weird way. Maybe because Kane continued to slowly stroke her pussy even as he came inside her over and over again.
Yet, though the big Kru’ell One slid his finger around and around her clit, she couldn’t seem to come herself. The pleasure built and built until Alli thought she was going crazy, but no orgasm resulted in the endless cycle of need and desire.
“You won’t be able to come until I let you,” Kane murmured. “And I usually won’t—I want you at peak desire at all times, baby.”
“Oh, please!” Alli begged. She was ashamed of the pleading tone she heard in her voice, but she couldn’t seem to help it. It seemed to her suddenly that she had been on the edge for months—ever since the dreams of Kane had started. Months of waiting for this moment, though she hadn’t even known it—and now he was going to deny her, just as Douglas always did!
The comparison to her fiancé seemed to sting Kane. There was indignation in his deep voice when he answered her thought.
“I’m nothing like the paltry male you call your fiancé,” he growled in her ear. “Very well—this once I’ll let you come. But I warn you,” he added, leaning down to nuzzle the side of her neck as he spoke. “When you come, I’ll come again with you. And the orgasm you have will draw my seed deep into your womb. You’ll be taking a risk, coming on my cock as I shoot inside you. Do you still want to?”
Alli bit her lip. Oh God, she really shouldn’t do this, she told herself. Shouldn’t want to do this! But she couldn’t stop herself.
“Yes,” she whispered, hanging her head in shame and desire. “Yes, I…I’ll take the risk. I need to come.”
“Spread just a little wider then,” Kane ordered her. “Open yourself as much as you can for me, Allisandra. Open for my seed and take it deep in your body.”
Suddenly, Alli found she was free to move—her hands were no longer frozen to the black marble lip of the bathing pool.
She understood that if she wanted to, she could pull away from the big Kru’ell One now. Pull away and wash his seed out of her pussy in the warm water of the pool and not take the awful risk he was offering her.
But if she did that, she wouldn’t be able to come—wouldn’t be able to scratch the terrible itch that had been tormenting her for ages now.
Run! shouted the practical little voice inside her head. Are you crazy, Alli? You shouldn’t even be considering this! Get away right now!
Alli took a deep breath…and ignored the little voice.
Taking a firmer grip on the lip of the bathing pool, she leaned forward and spread her thighs wider for the big Kru’ell One. As she did so, she felt the head of his cock press even more deeply into her. Biting her lip, Alli tried to relax and let him in—tried to let him get closer to the end of her channel. It might not be fucking, but it felt like Kane was over halfway inside her now, stretching her inner walls as he prepared to come inside her unprotected pussy yet again.
“Good girl, Allisandra,” he murmured and his fingers, which had stopped their movement while Alli made up her mind, now began to slip over the slick flesh of her inner folds once more.
Alli had no idea how her natural lubrication worked so well under the water, which should have washed it away. But it didn’t. If anything, she felt more slippery and hot than she had when they had first started this.
“You’ll be hot and slippery for me wherever and whenever I want you to be,” Kane told her. “Your pussy will always be ready for my fingers or my tongue or my cock. Do you like the way it feels inside you?”
He pulled back a little and then rocked inside her, a slow gentle motion that spread her even wider for the thick, invading shaft. Then he did it again and again.
Alli bit her lip, trying not to press back against him, trying not to join his rhythm. But her hips twitched back seemingly of their own accord and her thighs spread wider, opening herself for his cock as it pumped slowly into her.
“Yes,” she whispered, though she hated to admit it. “I…I do.”