Then I felt something surprising. With his right hand, the one not clutching mine, Sark was circling the entrance to my pussy mouth. After a moment, I felt two long, strong fingers probing delicately at my entrance.
Sark, still busy licking my pussy, raised his eyes as though to ask my permission. Clearly he was remembering what I had told him of my earlier experiences with Baslik and how he had jabbed and poked at me.
I paused for a moment—could I push the bad memories of Baslik aside and let my new lover in? Taking a deep breath, I decided that I could. Looking down at Sark, I nodded shakily.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, come in.”
This was all the encouragement Sark needed. I felt his long, thick fingers enter me gently. And then he was rubbing me—rubbing a spot inside me I hadn’t even known that I had until he had given me a name for it.
The Goddess Spot! I thought as waves of deep pleasure began rippling through me. Oh Goddess, that’s good—so good!
And at that point, it became too much—the feeling of his tongue teasing my sensitive pearl as he pressed and rubbed against the magic spot inside me finally pushed me over the edge.
“Oh!” I half gasped/half cried. “Oh, Sark—yes!”
He growled in approval as my thighs clamped tight around the sides of his head and my back arched violently. I could feel my toes curling and bright explosions of light seemed to take place behind my eyelids. Pleasure rushed through me, tingling in every part of my body.
“Oh,” I gasped again, gripping the hand that was holding mine. “Coming, Sark! I’m coming—you’re making me come with your tongue! Yes…yes!”
I’m afraid this intense orgasm also brought on a kind of eruption from the rest of my body. Streams of Nectar poured from my nipples and honey gushed from my pussy in profusion.
But Sark never stopped licking or lost his place, even though I fear I bucked all over the place in the intensity of my pleasure which almost felt like an electrical shock running through my entire body. He stayed with me the whole time, riding out my orgasm until finally I collapsed, panting and moaning softly.
Only then did he stop licking and look up at me.
“Well,” he murmured, a little smile on his lips, which were shiny from my juices. “I don’t think I have to ask if that was good.”
“Good? It was incredible!” I exclaimed.
And then I burst out crying.
TWENTY-THREE
From the diary of Lady Isla, wife to Lord Baslik Le’rank of Telmar Two of the Orinthian System:
Sark looked worried at first but he didn’t ask questions. Instead, he climbed onto the bed with me and gathered me into his arms, a sticky, sobbing, trembling mess.
“It’s all right, sweetheart,” he murmured, cuddling me close to his broad chest. “Everything is going to be all right.”
“N-no it’s n-n-not,” I sobbed. “Because now that I’ve gone through all three signs, I could start glowing at any time! And then Baslik will want to…to…breed me!”
The horror of that idea had been lingering in the back of my mind ever since my wedding day when I realized I was well and truly trapped. But now it came back afresh as I realized all over again how very much I loathed my husband.
Yet I know when the time comes, it will not matter—I will be so desperate to be bred I won’t care who is doing the breeding. At least, if what Nana told me is correct, and she hasn’t been wrong yet.
I tried to convey this to Sark, though I was crying so hard it must have been difficult for him to understand.
“I d-don’t want him to breed me,” I wept, trembling in his arms. “For I know when I wake afterwards with his baby planted in my belly, I shall hate myself. But during the breeding itself, I won’t be able to care enough to even try to stop him.”
He looked at me seriously.
“You’re going to need to be bred that badly once you start to glow?”
I nodded.
“My Nana told me it would be an urge so powerful I would not be able to control it. She said I would feel as though I was dying if I wasn’t bred.”
I wanted desperately for Sark to say that he loved me and he would breed me himself. Instead, he shook his head.
“Then we have to get out of here immediately and get you some help,” he told me. “We can’t wait another minute.”
“Where can I get help for something that is my natural condition?” I asked, feeling extremely confused.
“The Kindred Mother Ship—they have some of the best doctors in the universe there,” he said firmly. “They’ll know what to do for you to stop you from glowing.”
“But, Sark,” I said timidly. “Couldn’t you…”
“I can’t breed you myself, baby,” he said, a look of regret passing over his strong features. “Believe me, I wish I could! But I’m a Hybrid—a mixture of two different races of Kindred—half Giant and half Drake. We’re almost always unable to form bonds with females and when we try, we end up with what’s called a ‘failed-bonding.’ It’s incredibly painful for everyone involved.”