“Oh!” Makenna looked down at him, surprise filling her face. “How—?”
“Like this, baby girl,” Bard growled. Gripping her hips, he brought her down until her soft little pussy mouth met his own mouth. Then he gave her a long, slow lick, tracing her slit from bottom to top and then back again.
“Ohhh!” Makenna moaned. Spreading her thighs wider, she settled more fully onto his face.
I’ll give her one thing—once she gets going, she isn’t fucking shy, Bard thought. And then he was lifting his chin and sliding his tongue deep inside her, tongue-fucking her to the core as she moaned and rode his face.
Having her soft, sweet pussy pressed right to his mouth made his cock ache as though he hadn’t just had an orgasm an hour before, and Makenna didn’t show any signs of stopping anytime soon.
It was going to be a long night, Bard thought as his cock throbbed and he lapped her sweet wetness.
He just hoped he survived it.
22
In the next week, Makenna proved to be downright insatiable, but Bard didn’t even consider sending her away…until the incident that happened on their sixth day together.
He wasn’t sure what was going on with her, but she seemed to need to be touched and tasted with greater and greater frequency. They could barely leave his suite because she was always “hurting” and needing him to “heal” her.
Bard couldn’t say he didn’t like this—hell, he fucking loved tasting her soft little pussy! But the voice of his guilt was growing stronger and stronger and he was worried that things were going to go too far…
And they did go too far. On the sixth morning after he had taken Makenna from Passion Prime, he woke up from what he thought was an incredibly vivid sex dream to find it wasn’t a dream at all.
They had gone to sleep late, after Bard had spent about an hour between her legs. And then she had woken him up in the middle of the night twice more, needing him to heal her again. Bard was happy to comply, but damn, he wasn’t getting much sleep! After the second face-sitting session, he dropped off and slept like a log until the early morning when he felt something hot and wet stroking his shaft.
Gods, feels so good…haven’t had a wet dream since I was an adolescent.
When he opened his eyes, he was sure it must be a dream because there was no way it could be reality. He was lying on his back with his sleep trousers pulled down and Makenna was straddling him and attempting to take his shaft into her soft, little pussy.
She was very nearly succeeding, too. Thanks to the fact that Beast Kindred produced compounds in their precum that helped a female stretch to take their girth, Makenna had the head and about three inches of his long, thick shaft already inside her. She was attempting to take more when Bard said,
“What the fuck?”
She gasped and gave him a guilty look, freezing in place.
“Bard—” she began, but Bard didn’t give her a chance to finish.
He sat up and took her by the waist. As quickly as he could, he pulled her off of him and pushed her to the other side of the bed.
Then, before he could be tempted to finish what she had started, he got up and left the room.
“Damn,” he swore, pacing back and forth and running his hands through his hair. “Damn it, damn it, fuck!”
Tiny, who was ever alert for problems, had come out of the main sleeping chamber and was watching him with worried eyes. He whined uneasily as Bard kept pacing.
“This can’t go on,” Bard muttered to himself. He’d been about two seconds from being balls-deep in Makenna’s tight little pussy. If she had managed to get his Mating Fist inside her, it would have swelled to fill her and he wouldn’t have been able to get the two of them unstuck until he bonded her to him! It was a narrowly diverted disaster and it couldn’t be allowed to happen again.
After a minute, Makenna came out of the spare room. She was wearing the nightgown he had bought her and a sheepish expression on her face.
“Bard,” she began. “Makenna is sorry.”
“Yeah, baby girl, I’m sorry too.” He frowned and shook his head. “But this can’t happen again.”
Something had to be done about this and the only thing he could think of to do was to send her away. The thought tore at his heart. In the short time he had known her, he had come to care a lot for the curvy little female he’d rescued from Passion Prime.
Maybe you even love her, suggested a little voice in his head, but Bard pushed it away. He couldn’t afford to let himself think like that—not when they had to be parted.