Chained (Brides of the Kindred) (27 page)

Understanding came to him in a flash.
The
cycle—it’s accelerating. She needs more.

* * * * *

“You need more,” Maggie heard him say and
then suddenly she was on her back on the golden brocade couch with her tiny
skirt flipped up and her legs spread.

“Kor,” she gasped. “Kor, what are you
doing? You said you’d only…only do what you had to.”

“I am,” he said roughly. His eyes caught
hers and held them. “Tell me, blondie, is it better now, since you came on my
fingers?”

“N-no,” Maggie confessed. “It’s not like
before when you touched me and I felt so relieved. It’s like…like the uh,
implant needs something else.” She looked warily at the hard bulge in his
leather pants. “But, Kor, you can’t—”

“Don’t worry,” he growled. “Not going to
fuck you, sweetheart. At least, not with my cock.”

“Then…then how?” Maggie whispered.

“Going to fuck you with my tongue. You
need more—a more intense pleasure. I think this will help.”

The need was driving her onwards, making
her feel like she was burning up inside, but still Maggie hesitated. It wasn’t
just the guilt that stopped her, it was the fact that this particular act
carried such bad memories. Donald didn’t care for it and she’d never been bold
enough to ask for it from any other lover. And while it was true that this was
exactly what Kor had described wanting to do to her in the past, she had
thought it was just talk—just dirty words to make her come. To find that he
actually was willing to do it was shocking and a little disconcerting.

“You don’t have to,” she whispered, trying
to close her thighs. “I don’t want you to do something…something you’d rather
not.”

“Don’t have to?” He gave a quick, incredulous
laugh. “What the hell are you talking about, blondie? I’ve been wanting to bury
my tongue in your sweet pussy from the first minute I saw you. Didn’t I tell
you that when I touched you at that crazy banquet?”

“Well…yes,” Maggie admitted. “But I thought
you were just…I don’t know…just talking. Just saying anything in order to help
me come.”

“I was telling you exactly what I wanted
to do to you—not just talking,” he growled. “And what I want you to do right
now is to spread your thighs and let me in. Let me open your sweet pussy with
my tongue and lick and suck and fuck you until you come for me. Come all over
my face.”

As before, his hot dirty words excited her
almost more than she could bear. Maggie felt her resistance melting away under
the heat and intensity of his gaze. Maybe he really
did
want to do this.
But still she hesitated.

“I don't know,” she whispered at last. “Do
you
really
think it would help?”

“It had better,” he said, a touch grimly.
“If it doesn’t the only other thing I can do is fuck you for real, and I know
you don’t want that.”

Maggie imagined herself welcoming him in,
imagined taking that long, hard cock of his between her legs and deep into her
pussy…and felt a fresh surge of guilt. God, she shouldn’t even be
imagining
that!
But somehow she couldn’t seem to help herself.

“Kor, I don't—” she began. Suddenly the
ruby in her naval began to pulse even faster, as though demanding she do
something soon. Maggie gasped and arched her back as the painful desire speared
through her.

“Enough stalling,” Kor growled, his eyes
flashing red. “You’re hurting—that thing is actually fucking
hurting you.”
He frowned impatiently. “Look, if it’ll make you feel any better, I’ll take it
slow. We’ll go step by step and try to do the bare minimum to make you feel
better.”

Maggie bit her lip. “What…what do you
mean?”

“I’ll just kiss you first…kiss the outside
of your pussy. If that doesn’t help, well…” He shrugged, his broad shoulders
rolling. “Then I’ll have to spread you open and kiss the inside. Maybe lick
your clit.”

“And what…what if that doesn’t help?”
Maggie whispered, her heart pounding.

Kor frowned. “Then I might have to put my
tongue inside your soft little cunt. Might have to tonguefuck you and lap your
honey right from the source. I’ll try not to but if it’s the only thing that’ll
make you feel better…” He trailed off, one eyebrow raised as though to make his
point.

Maggie bit back a moan as the desire
speared her again. “All right. But…you’ll just try kissing at first?”

“I promise,” he swore softly. “We’ll take
it in slow steps. But right now you need to spread your legs, blondie. Open
yourself and let me help you. Let me make it better.”

With a soft whimper of pain, Maggie
complied. She couldn’t help herself—couldn’t stop what was already set in motion.
She could only lie back and let Kor do what he could to help her ease the
pain—even if that meant letting him spread her pussy with his tongue and lap
her swollen little clit until she came for him.

“Good girl,” he breathed as her pussy
opened for him. “Gods, you have such a sweet little cunt. Can’t wait to taste
you.” He looked up at Maggie. “But I’ll go slow at first, sweetheart. I know
you’re sensitive so I’ll try to take it easy on you.”

“Thank you,” she whispered but the words
were lost in a moan. Because Kor had bent his head and was already laying a
soft kiss on her outer pussy.

“Tell me how it feels,” he murmured,
looking up briefly. “If it helps.”

“I think…think it does help
some,”
Maggie
said softly.

“But not enough. Look at that damn thing blinking.”
He nodded to the ruby implant in her naval. “Afraid I’m going to have to spread
you open, sweetheart. Kiss you inside.”

“All…all right,” Maggie whispered
breathlessly. “If you think you need to.”

“I know I do.” He suited actions to words,
spreading her outer pussy lips with his thumbs to bare her slick petals.

Maggie’s breath caught in her throat as he
pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her spread pussy. The pleasure from the
implant spiked for a moment, telling her this was right, that Kor was giving
her what she needed…or almost what she needed. Because she still felt the
drawing sensation—the need for something more.

“Better?” he looked up again.

“Almost.” It was barely a whisper. Maggie
couldn’t drag her gaze from his mouth, which was shiny with her juices. As she
watched, he licked his lips, clearly relishing her taste.

“Gods, your pussy is sweet.” His deep
voice was hoarse. “Going to suck your little clit now, Maggie. Suck it and lick
it and kiss it to try and make you feel better. Okay?”

She nodded mutely, unable to speak. Unable
to protest that this was wrong,
so wrong.
Because, God, it felt
incredibly
right.

“Good.” He bent between her legs again and
pressed another hot kiss to the center of her cleft. Then Maggie felt the wet
heat of his mouth surrounding the sensitive little button of her clit.

She bit back a cry as he sucked her little
pink pearl into his mouth and began to trace it gently with his tongue. God,
she was on fire! It felt so good she could barely stand it and yet still the implant
flashed and pulsed, calling for more.

Kor took a long time licking and sucking
her, tracing her carefully with the tip of his tongue one minute and then
lashing her mercilessly the next. Her hands kept wanting to slide down and bury
themselves in his thick black hair. She got as far as stroking his head but
then she pulled back and curled her hands into fists at her sides instead.
Urging him on would be like saying she wanted this, admitting that it felt
better than anything she’d ever done with her fiancé back home. She shouldn’t
admit that…should she?

At last he looked up again, his eyes
half-lidded with lust. This time he didn’t even ask if she was better, just
eyed the blinking ruby implant in her naval. Then he raised his eyes to hers.

“Looks like I’ll have to tonguefuck you
after all, blondie.” His voice was a low, hoarse growl. “How do you feel about
that? Can you let me do it? Can you spread your sweet pussy and let me
penetrate you with my tongue?”

Maggie opened her mouth but found no
words. She couldn’t even speak, she was in so much need. Mutely she lifted her
hips, offering herself in silent submission.

“That’s my good girl,” Kor growled with
approval. “Open your pussy for me, Maggie—let me get in you deep.”

Biting her lip, Maggie did as he said. Kor
reached under her, scooping her ass into his hands, cradling her pelvis like a
thirsty man with a bowl of water. God, she couldn’t believe she was doing this,
couldn’t believe she was really spreading herself open to let him get his
tongue into her as deeply as he could. But despite the unreality of the
situation, the feel of his big, warm hands on her bottom and his hot breath
blowing across her open pussy were the realest things she’d ever felt.

“Oh, and I don’t mind if you want to hold
on to me,” Kor said, looking up at her once more, briefly. “Pull my hair,
scratch my back…do what you need to do.”

“But…I don’t want to hurt you,” Maggie
protested breathlessly.

“Hurt me, sweetheart.” His eyes flashed
briefly red. “Hurt me. I fucking
love
it. Love to feel how much you need
what I’m giving you.” And then he pressed his face between her thighs and
thrust his tongue deep into her pussy.

Maggie gasped at the sudden invasion, her
hips bucking involuntarily at the delicious sensation. Her hands reached down
for his thick hair and this time she didn’t try to stop them. With a soft cry,
she wove her fingers through the silky strands and bucked up again, trying to
get more of his tongue inside her, trying to be as open as possible for his
penetration.

She felt Kor growl in approval and then he
was fucking her with his tongue, pressing into her as deeply as he could,
tasting her pussy as though he couldn’t get enough of her.

Maggie couldn’t help herself—she lost
herself in the intense sensations. All thoughts of her fiancé or her other life
on Earth were burned away. All she could think of—all she could feel—was Kor
between her legs, making love to her with his mouth, worshiping her pussy with
his tongue.

“Oh God…oh, please, Kor!” she heard
herself cry. “Please, yes…please don’t stop!”

She didn’t have to beg him—he was
obviously eager.
More
than eager. Massive arms wound around her thighs,
splitting her even wider even as his tongue thrust deeper and deeper, almost as
though he was reaching for her heart with each stroke.

Maggie cried out again and finally felt
her orgasm overtaking her. It was too much—the feel of his hot mouth on her,
the way his tongue thrust into her, filling her, showing her exactly how he
wanted to fuck her with his cock. The pleasure swept over her like a tidal wave
and she moaned and scratched at his broad shoulders, unable to do anything but
beg and cry for more, unable to do anything but come for him again and again…

Chapter Twenty-three

At last it was over and this time she felt
actual relief. Looking down, Maggie saw that the ruby implant was barely
blinking. Clearly Kor had been right about what she needed.

But what if you need
more in the future? What if you need—

Maggie pushed the little voice away. For
right now she just wanted to relax, to savor the sensation of not being
balanced on a precariously sharp sexual edge. She let her body go limp, her
hands falling to her sides, and took a deep breath.

“Better now, isn’t it?” Kor gave her one
last, long lick and then got up to sit on the couch beside her. “I was
right—you needed more intense pleasure.”

“That was certainly, ah, intense,” Maggie
admitted.

“I could tell. You came so damn
hard
for me.” The look in his pale blue eyes was still one of unbridled lust and
Maggie became abruptly aware that she was still lying spread out on the couch
with her skirt flipped up and her pussy on display.

“Um…I…” Blushing, she pushed down the
skirt and closed her legs.

His eyes flashed red. “No point in
covering up, blondie. You’re going to have to be mostly naked to give me easy
access from now until we get that implant out.”

“What?” Maggie sat up, looking at him in
confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“Talking about keeping your desires under
control. You’re going to need constant attention. Constant touching and
stroking to keep your cycle from revving too high like it did just now.”

“I still don’t understand,” Maggie said. “What
are you proposing?”

“This.” Kor sat up on the couch as well
and pulled her into his lap. Without even asking, he cupped one mostly bare
breast and began to stroke her nipple. His other large hand went straight
between her legs to cup her naked pussy.

“Hey!” Maggie protested, squirming in his
lap. “Look, Kor, I appreciate you, uh, helping me but that doesn’t mean you
can…can touch me like this whenever you want.”

“I’m afraid that’s exactly what it means,
blondie,” he rumbled. “Look, as far as I can see, every time you let the cycle
get out of control, that damn implant revs higher—demands more to be satisfied.
Right?”

“I…guess so,” Maggie said doubtfully.

“Right,” Kor said. “The first time I made
you come, I only had to use my fingers. The second time you needed my tongue in
you to finally satisfy you. What do you think is going to happen if we let your
cycle get out of control a third time?”

“I don’t know,” Maggie whispered, but she
thought she could guess.
Next time he’ll have to fuck me. There will be no
way around it. No other way to cool the lust that’s eating me up from the
inside out.

“Exactly,” Kor said as though she had
spoken her thought aloud. “I’d have to fuck you. Probably come in you to. Is
that what you want?”

Maggie felt a surge of guilt when she
remembered her half-formed fantasy of spreading her legs and letting him do
just that.

“I…no. No, that would be wrong,” she
whispered.

“Wrong. Of course," Kor growled. “And
since you feel that way—that letting me make love to you is wrong—then we have
to find a way to keep this cycle in check. And that means never letting it get
out of control. So from now on, you stay by me at all times and you’d better be
dressed in something with easy access—if you bother to get dressed at all.”

“So you’re just going to…what? Touch me
all…all the time now?” Maggie asked in a small, trembling voice.

“Touch you… pet you…play with your pussy,
taste your nipples…I’ll do whatever I have to in order to keep that cycle in
check.”

Kor sounded so matter-of-fact she found
she couldn’t be mad at him. Still, she tried to protest. “I…but what if I don’t
want you to do that? To touch me all the time?”

“Then you can touch me, instead.” Kor gave
her an infuriating grin. “Didn’t the slaver say that would work as well?” The
hard ridge of his cock, which was pressing right against her lower back,
throbbed as though in invitation.

Maggie jumped, trying to put some distance
between them. “I…I don’t know, Kor. I mean, I know I need to keep the, uh, the
implant’s cycle from getting out of control but this is all just so…”

“Wrong?” he finished for her, squeezing
her nipple lightly. “Bad?
Cheating?”

“Well…yes.” Maggie tried to bite back a
moan as he tugged at her other nipple. “I shouldn’t let you do this.
Shouldn’t…shouldn’t
want
you to do it.”

“Want doesn’t enter into it, sweetheart.
This is about
need
,” Kor emphasized. “And right now you have needs that
have to be met or you’re going to be in serious pain.”

“So that’s it?” She couldn’t keep the
sarcasm from her voice. “You only want to touch me to
help
me?”

“I won’t lie to you sweetheart, I love
touching your sweet, curvy little body. Makes me hard as a rock,” he murmured.
“But that’s not the reason I’m doing this.”

“Why then?” she demanded.

“Look at me, Maggie.” Kor turned her to
face him. “Do you know what it does to me to see you in pain? To hear that hurt
sound in your voice when you cry out because that damn thing they put in you is
torturing you?” His fingertips brushed lightly over the ruby implant, blinking
very slowly in her belly button.

Maggie bit her lip. “No.”

“It kills me inside.” Kor put a clenched
fist to his chest. “It hurts me
here.
I can’t help it, Maggie—I know I’m
not the male you want—not the one you promised yourself to—but I feel very
protective of you. I can’t stand to see you hurting knowing there’s a way I
could be helping you avoid the pain. And if this is the only way…” He cupped
her breast again and thumbed her nipple gently until she moaned. “Then I’ll do
it,” he finished in a low voice. “I’ll do it over and over until you don’t need
me to anymore. Until we can get that damn thing out of you once and for all.”

Over the next few days as they traveled to
the Maw Cluster, Maggie got used to having his hands always on her body and to
her shame, she found she didn’t mind it at all. In fact, she liked it—liked it
a lot.

But it wasn't just the touching she
enjoyed—it was Kor's company. His sense of humor. His protectiveness and
attentiveness to her every need. In fact, she was beginning to wonder about
herself. Was she falling in love with him? Or was it simply the way the implant
made her feel?

It must be the
implant,
she told herself uneasily.
I love
Donald—I’m engaged to him. I still haven’t even known Kor a whole week—not
while I was awake, anyway.
It would be crazy to throw away a five year
relationship for one only a few days old. And were they even
in
a
relationship? It was more like they were on some twisted quest together, just
acting as traveling companions until they could get rid of the ruby mplant.

Except traveling companions didn’t usually
do the things that Kor did to her. Things that Maggie was afraid to admit she
was growing to crave, even to herself.

To start with, Kor kept her dressed in a
long sleeved button down shirt that looked a lot like a man’s dress shirt from
Earth. It was dark red and big enough to pull around her if she got chilly but
he asked her to leave it unbuttoned at all times so he could always reach her. It
provided what he'd said he wanted—easy access to her body. And slowly, Maggie
began to get used to opening the shirt and letting him touch her any time he
wanted to…or was it any time she needed him to? It was hard to tell…the lines
began to blur as they fell into a routine.

They ate every meal together and sat
together during the day, reading or watching vids on the couch or simply
talking—a luxury they hadn’t had when they first met. Maggie learned a great
deal about the man she had helped escape from the clutches of Lady Pope’nose
because little by little, Kor opened up to her. She learned of his past as a
slave, knowing that his life was not his own and the bloody fights to the death
in the arenas of the Blood Circuit. She also heard how he had lost the only
woman he knew as a mother and had seen countless others torn away from each
other as well.

“That’s why I left you,” he said in a low
voice, when they were talking late one night. “I should have waited to see that
you got safely aboard that Kindred ship. But I couldn’t stand it…couldn’t stand
to be the one saying goodbye. Especially not when you were the one going.”

“Oh, Kor…” Maggie’s heart swelled and she
pressed herself against him, putting her arms around his neck and hugging him
tightly, not caring that her naked breasts were pressed against his broad, bare
chest. It seemed right to offer him comfort—to try and ease his pain the way he
eased hers.

Kor made a soft, wordless noise and buried
his face in her hair, breathing her in. He wrapped long, strong arms around her
and held her to him as though he never wanted to let her go. And in that
moment, Maggie didn’t want him to.

Of course, Maggie opened up to him as
well—physically as well as emotionally. She told him about her work and her
family although they avoided talking about Donald as much as possible. Kor was
a good listener, asking a lot of questions about her life on Earth which seemed
to fascinate him.

Just as Kor had said, physical contact was
a necessity. At any given time when they were sitting on the couch he either
had an arm around her or she was nestled in his lap. And most of the time he was
either stroking one of her breasts and playing idly with her nipples or cupping
her bare pussy.

Sometimes he was content to simply hold
her in his hand—at other times he would spread her outer lips and slip one
finger into her hot, inner folds. It made it hard to think when he traced her
swollen clit over and over. At first Maggie complained about it…but Kor pointed
out that she needed it—needed regular, deliberate stimulation to keep the
implant in check. She couldn’t argue with that but she still felt unsure about
letting him finger her so intimately and make her come when she didn’t really
need to. Hesitantly, she told him so.

“Is this better then?” Kor asked, sliding
two long fingers deep inside her. “Want to just sit her like this while we talk
instead of having me stroke your clit?”

Maggie shifted in his lap, feeling
exposed, feeling
penetrated,
and realized to her shame that she liked
the sensation. There was something hot about being open and wet for him any
time of the day, something intensely exciting about giving up control of her
body to Kor and letting him do whatever he thought was good for her.

“I guess…guess either one is okay,” she
said at last, shifting again as his fingers began fucking slowly in and out of
her.

“That’s good, blondie,” he growled.
“Because I like fingering your soft little cunt. Like it a lot.”

That was the end of that discussion and
Maggie never tried to stop him from touching her again. Instead she was much
more likely to spread her legs when he pushed his hand between them. It simply felt
too good for her to keep worrying about it. And whether it was an effect of the
implant or simply the way she felt about Kor, she was always hot and ready for
him whenever he touched her.

After a day or two of this she got so used
to it, it began to seem strange if he
wasn’t
touching her in some way.
And since it was true that the constant touching kept her implant from cycling
out of control again, she told herself being naked and in his arms all the time
was necessary. Something she couldn’t help or control. So she might as well
relax and get used to it and stop stressing about it.
Stop stressing about
Donald, you mean and the way you’re cheating on him,
whispered a little
voice in her head but Maggie pushed it resolutely away.

At night they slept close together in the
large, elaborate gilded bed which had a place of honor in the center of the
ship’s one and only bedroom. Because she needed constant intimate contact, they
slept naked—a situation which had made her nervous at first, especially since
the minute Kor pulled off his black leather trousers, his massive cock sprang
free. It stood up between his thighs, thick and pulsing—clearly hard and ready
for action.

“It’s all right, blondie,” he’d reassured
her, sliding into the bed and holding open the covers for her. “Didn’t I
promise never to hurt you? And you know I won’t take advantage—won’t do
anything you don’t want me to.”

“I…but I…” How could Maggie tell him that
the reason she was hanging back wasn’t because she didn’t trust him…but because
she didn’t trust herself?

“Come on,” he said patiently. “I don’t
bite.”

Reluctantly, Maggie crept into bed with
him. Kor was lying on his back and he turned her on her side and pulled her
close fitting her against him like a piece of puzzle. Maggie’s head rested on
his chest and she fit against his side perfectly.

She couldn’t help snuggling against him,
rubbing her cheek against his warm, scratchy chest and breathing in his dark
male spice. His arm around her shoulders made her feel safe and secure and his
big body was so warm she wasn’t cold at all.