“The chair moving means me moving in you,” he reminded her. “Are you ready for that, sweetheart? Ready to feel my cock sliding in and out of your tight little pussy?”
“Yes, husband.” Allara nodded submissively and pressed closer to him, spreading her thighs even wider. “Please—move in me. I want to feel you moving.”
“Gods, baby, love to hear you talk like that,” Brand growled. “All right, slowly to start with, then.”
Gently, he set the breeding chair in motion. Allara gave a little gasp as the chair glided backward, pulling his long shaft almost all the way out of her pussy and then forward, causing it to thrust back in, to the hilt.
They both moaned and Allara gasped as the gentle friction sent sparks of pleasure through her entire body.
“Hmm, I think I like that,” Brand rumbled, his golden eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “What do you think, baby?”
“Again!” Allara told him breathlessly, wriggling her hips to get used to the feeling of being filled with such a thick shaft. “Do it again, husband—rock in me!”
“With pleasure, baby,” he murmured and then he moved the chair again, which had the effect of pulling his cock almost free of her pussy and then thrusting it in again…and then again and again.
Allara moaned in pleasure each time the breeding chair thrust her husband’s shaft deep inside her. It felt so good to be opened by her husband’s cock—to feel him filling her over and over again. And yet, she knew it could feel better.
Despite being filled fuller than she ever had been, she felt as though her pussy was asking for more. If Brand would just rock a little harder—a little faster—she was certain his Mating Fist would slip in as well. And that was exactly what she wanted.
“Faster, husband!” she panted, looking up at him. “Please—a little harder too!”
Brand frowned.
“Don’t want to hurt you, baby.”
“You’re not,” Allara promised him. “Please—I just want to feel you in me deeper!”
“Can’t get much deeper without actually bonding you and breeding you,” he objected gruffly, but he did speed up a little and Allara thought he was adding to the thrusting motion of the chair himself, rather than letting the hinged seat do it all for him.
“More, husband!” she begged, as she pressed herself down onto him, attempting to meet his deep thrusts with her own. “More—I need more of you inside me!”
“I’m trying, baby!” Brand’s deep voice was hoarse with pleasure and desire. “Gods, you feel so wet and tight around me! Your little pussy is like a velvet glove.”
At that moment, Allara pressed down hard and felt something even bigger and thicker slip inside her. At the same time, she felt as though the end of her channel somehow lengthened—or maybe as though the mouth of her womb opened to suck on the thick head of the shaft invading her.
The sensation was incredibly pleasurable, sending bolts of sensation through her entire body, making her pussy spasm hard around the thickness inside her.
“Oh! Oh, husband!” she gasped as her inner walls contracted while Brand continued to rock inside her. “Oh, that feels so…so good—so right to have you in me so deep!”
“Gods, baby, I can feel you coming all around me!” Brand growled, holding her eyes with his own as he gripped her hips. “I can feel you coming on my cock while you ride me! If you’re not careful, you’ll make me come too.”
“Come, then,” Allara begged him. “Please, husband, I want to feel you shoot your seed inside me! Fill me up!”
“Gods, baby—I wanted to hold off this first time, but I can’t help it,” Brand groaned. “You feel too good around me!”
And then Allara felt spurt after spurt of warmth filling her as she pressed herself against him and took all that her Kindred husband offered and more.
The sensation caused her to come again herself and she gasped as another wave of pleasure washed through her and her womb contracted, drinking in his seed as she rode him over and over in the breeding chair.
“Gods, baby, so good!” Brand growled, holding her close. “Love you so damn much—I never want to let you go!”
This time Allara heard his deep voice in her head and she knew the soul-bond he had told her about had finally been forged.
“Husband,” she sent back eagerly. “I love you too!”
And as Brand cradled her close to his big body, they made love over and over, bonding far into the night. Allara knew she had found the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with and now they would never be parted. And she felt only pleasure and joy at their new connection, for her past could no longer hurt her.
She had found a true love and a life full of happiness and joy despite the fact that she had been…Raised to Kill.