“So the pleasure ridges stimulate the female, hmm?” she murmured, running her fingers over them. “What about these little hairs, then?” She nodded at the concentric rings of tiny white hairs that ran the entire length of his shaft, from the bulbous head to the strange swelling at the base.
“Pleasure…barbs,” Roarn growled. “They would inject…my bonding fluid…if I bonded…with a female.”
“Bonded with her?” Christine frowned. She had heard something about the Kindred forming permanent relationships with their wives—it was one reason you never saw a Kindred and his wife getting a divorce. But she hadn’t known any special equipment was involved in the process.
“Yes.” Roarn seemed to be having a harder time than usual talking—probably because she had been stroking him off during the entire conversation. “When I…when I put my…Mating Knot…inside her.”
“Your Mating Knot? What’s that? Is this it?” Christine used her other hand to stroke the strange swelling at the base of his shaft. But surely this couldn’t be it. The bulge was twice again the circumference of his already enormous shaft. There was no way it would fit inside a human woman!
However, Roarn was nodding.
“Yes…my Mating Knot…Bonding Knot. Oh Gods, Chris-teen…going to…going to…”
“Go ahead and come, baby,” she murmured, stroking a little faster. It seemed to turn him on when she played with the Mating Knot, so she slid her fingernails around it, scratching and tickling lightly as she continued to stroke his shaft up and down, though she was careful not to squeeze it.
“Gods! Chist-teen…hands feel…so good!” he growled and then the thick shaft in her hand got even bigger. For a moment she could actually feel it pulsing and then a jet of his cream shot out and hit her in the belly.
“That’s right, baby—come for me,” Christine told him, stroking even harder as he shot again…and again and again until his cream ran down her thighs and dripped to the shower floor.
God, this was sexy! She’d never been with a man who shot so much or let himself go so completely when he was coming. Her ex had just grunted when he came. But Roarn was leaning back against the shower, his legs spread wide, gripping the top of the shower stall with his big hands as he groaned his pleasure. It was hot to watch, and even hotter to know she was the reason the enormous warrior was giving himself so completely. He was—
And then she accidentally squeezed his Bonding Knot as she gripped his shaft with her other hand. At once, an even more powerful jet of cum hit her in the belly and at the same time it felt as though she had accidentally grabbed a handful of those light, prickly burrs some plants make that cling to your clothes. It wasn’t really painful but she could feel the burrs pricking her skin.
What in the world? she wondered. What’s going o—
And then a wave of such intense pleasure rushed through her that Christine’s knees almost buckled.
“What…who…?” she gasped, letting go of his shaft, just as he shot again, which caused the jet of cream to hit her between the breasts instead of on her belly.
Despite the fact that he had literally just finished coming, Roarn seemed concerned about her at once.
“Chris-teen?” he asked, leaning over and looking at her anxiously.
“I…I don’t know what happened.” She shook her head, feeling numb. The pleasure had hit her like a bolt of lightning—tightening her nipples until they were painfully hard. Between her legs, her pussy was flowing with her juices and her whole body felt as though it had been electrocuted with intense desire.
“My…pleasure barbs,” Roarn explained. “Must have…injected you…when you…squeezed my…Bonding Knot.”
“Really?” Christine looked at the innocent-looking little white hairs, which were lying flat against the shaft of his cock again. “Those little things are what stuck me?”
“Must have. I am…sorry.” Roarn looked so remorseful that she shook her head.
“No, baby—don’t be. It wasn’t bad. Just…unexpected.” She straightened up rather shakily and took a deep breath. “Think we’d better get out now,” she told him. “Even though you fixed the water heater, it only holds so much water. In another minute or two it’s going to go cold on us, I’m afraid.”
Roarn nodded and they each spent a minute making certain they had all the soap and—in Christine’s case—the copious amount of cream he’d shot on her—washed off. Then they stepped out of the shower and wrapped themselves in towels.
Christine toweled herself dry in no time, but she could quickly see that the towels weren’t going to do the trick for the big Monstrum.
“Well, this is never going to work,” she said, frowning as she saw Roarn rubbing away at his damp fur. “Let me get out my hair dryer.”
It took some time, but she finally got the big Monstrum all dry and fluffy. She dried her own hair as well and then they retired to the bedroom.