Enslaved (Brides of the Kindred Book 14) (56 page)

“Now
this.”
Trin got on the bed beside him
and straddled his lean hips, opening her legs wide to do so. Thrace watched her every move, his
eyes hungry and hot.

“Gods,
look how hot and wet your little pussy is, Mistress,” he murmured. “Can’t wait
to feel you sinking down on me. Do you feel ready?”

“More
ready than I’ve ever been for anything in my life,” Trin assured him. His large
size might have worried her but he’d done a good job preparing her to take
him—licking and tasting her so thoroughly before they began. She knew that
though it might be a tight fit, it wouldn’t hurt her to have her pussy
stretched by his thick shaft.

Still,
when she grasped his shaft and rubbed the broad head of his cock against her
slick inner petals, she couldn’t help feeling just a little shiver of
uncertainty. The last time they’d done this, she was half out of her mind with
lust from the passion berry wine. This time it was a conscious decision on her
part and she was much more aware of what was going to happen—what they were
about to do.

Look at you with your legs spread wide for
his big shaft, rubbing the head against your bare, open pussy! Can’t believe
you’re going to willingly spread your cunt for him and let him in…let him all
the way inside you to thrust and fuck and fill you with his cum…

Trin
barely heard the guilty little voice anymore. She was too focused on fitting
the wide head of his cock to the entrance of her pussy. He was wet and slick
with her juices and she could feel her clit throbbing from the way his bare
skin rubbed against hers.

Goddess…feels so good…need him so much…

Slowly,
she began to slide him into her pussy.

Thrace
held
perfectly still while she did it—seeming to know she needed to take him in at
her own pace. Trin was grateful for that. She liked being in charge this
time—it felt good and empowering to choose exactly how fast and how deep she
took him…though of course what she wanted was to take him all the way.

When
she felt him breach her entrance and the broad head slid into her, she moaned
breathlessly.

“Gods,
look at that…love to see me going into you,” Thrace said hoarsely. “Love to see
your pussy wrapped around my cock.”

“I
love it too,” Trin admitted. “But I want
more.”

Lowering
herself further, she let another thick inch slip up into her pussy. She was
tight inside and he was so big but she could feel her inner walls stretching to
accommodate him.

“Slowly,
baby,” Thrace
cautioned. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

“I
won’t…” Trin relaxed a little more, letting over half of his thick cock slide
inside her. “Just want to feel you…all the way…inside me.” As she said the last
words, she let herself all the way down, taking the rest of his long shaft all
the way into her pussy.

Both
of them groaned when he bottomed out inside her, the wide head of his cock
kissing the mouth of her womb.

“Gods,
you look so good on top of me, Mistress!” Thrace groaned. “Look between your
legs and see how hot it is—my cock all the way inside you to the root.”

Trin
looked down as he said and thought it was the most erotic sight she’d ever
seen—the thick shaft buried so deep in her little cunt which was stretched wide
to accommodate him.

Wrong,
whispered the little voice.
Bad! Look at you—all spread out around
him! Why he’s probably leaking precum deep inside your pussy right now! It’s
wrong and it’s not safe—you don’t even have any kind of contraception.

Trin
knew the thought should bother her but at the moment it seemed like a remote
possibility—a problem she could deal with later. Besides, she kind of
liked
the idea of taking a risk with Thrace,
as irresponsible as that might sound. It made her even hotter, knowing that his
bare cock was filling her unprotected pussy, knowing that he would spurt his
seed deep in her fertile cunt and she had no choice but to spread her legs
wider and take it.

“Mmm,
baby,” Thrace
murmured, breaking into her illicit thoughts. “You feel ready to move now? Or
do you need a little more time to get adjusted?”

“I…I
think I’m ready.” Experimentally, Trin raised herself up so that several inches
of his thick cock slid out of her pussy. Then she lowered herself back down,
moaning as she felt him thrust up hard inside her again.
“Oh…”
she gasped.

“That’s
right, baby…” Thrace
was still lying still though she could feel the tension in every part of his
big body as she braced herself on his broad chest and continued to rise and
fall. “That’s right—fuck yourself on me…fuck your sweet pussy on my cock. Take
me as deep as you can so I can come inside you.”

“That…that’s
what I want,” Trin assured him breathlessly. “But Thrace, I need…need more. Need your
help.”

“Like
this you mean, baby?” Gripping her hips in his big hands, he drew back until
only the head of his cock was inside her and thrust back firmly.

“Yes—yes,
please!”
Trin begged softly. “Oh
Goddess, Thrace
please!”

“You
like to feel my cock inside you?” he growled, picking up the pace some. “Like
to feel me filling you up?”

“I
do!” she admitted, her voice almost a wail. “Part of me still thinks I
shouldn’t but it feels so good, so
right.”

“Feels
right to me too, baby,” he groaned. “Feels like I belong in you…like you were
meant for me. Like we were meant for each other.”

“I…I
feel the same way,” Trin admitted, gasping a little for breath. Already she
could feel the wave of pleasure building inside her again, rising like a tidal
wave over her head, ready to crash down and fill her to overflowing with
intense sensations. She just needed a little something more to help send her
over the edge…

Without
thinking about it, she let her fingers drift down to caress her wet, open
folds. But before she could really get started, Thrace’s big hand was pushing hers
aside.

“Let
me, Mistress,” he growled. “Let me pleasure you while I fill you up.”

Trin
moaned as she felt the broad pad of his thumb begin to circle the throbbing bud
of her clit. Goddess, how did he know just how to touch her to make her hot?
How did he know just how to make her come?

“You
like that, baby?” he asked softly, rubbing lightly around her swollen clit.
“Feels good when I pet your sweet little pussy while we fuck?”

“Yes…
yes,”
Trin admitted, unable to help
herself. Her hips were rolling in time with his now, catching his rhythm as he
thrust into her, helping his shaft get even deeper into her pussy with each
stroke. The pleasure inside her was growing exponentially and she knew she
couldn’t hold out much longer. “Thrace…”
she gasped, rocking against him. “Going to…going to come soon. Can’t help it.”

“Don’t
want you to help it, baby,” he growled, his eyes flashing. “Want to feel that
sweet, soft little cunt of yours clenching all around me when you come…want to
feel you sucking the seed right out of me when you finally let go.”

“I…I
want that too. I want your seed in me—want you to fill me up,” Trin admitted in
a low, breathless voice.

A
part of her still whispered that it was wrong to want this—wrong to take a male
deep in her body and then beg him to fill her with his cum. But Trin was past
caring, past listening to the voice of her guilt ever again. She needed Thrace
inside her—needed it like she needed her next breath of air—and there was no
better way to show him how she felt, how much she loved him, than to accept
everything he had to give.

His
eyes were half-lidded with lust as he thrust up into her.

“You
want to feel me coming in you, Mistress? Want me to shoot my seed deep in your
pussy?” he growled.

“Yes,
Goddess, yes!” Trin begged. And at that moment, the wave of pleasure that had
been building suddenly crashed over her, making her cry out and clench tight
around him. She gasped, her nipples tightening to hard little points, her pussy
throbbing hard around him.
Coming…oh
Goddess, coming so hard…

Thrace
allowed
her orgasm to trigger his own. With a low groan, he gripped her hips and thrust
in deep—so deep it was as though he was trying to find her heart with each
stroke. Trin felt him swell even thicker for a moment and she wondered how she
could stand it.
Goddess, so big inside
me!
Then he was pulsing inside her, filling her open pussy with spurt after
spurt of his seed, marking her as his, tying them together forever as they
renewed their bond at last.

“Gods, baby, love you…love you so damn
much,”
she heard him send through their newly re-forged link.

“I love you too!”
she sent
back without hesitation. And then fatigue overwhelmed her and she let herself
collapse on his chest.

* * * * *

Trin
lay on top of him, her breathing short and ragged. There was a light sheen of
sweat on her creamy brown skin and his as well—they had been working hard,
earning
their pleasure. And their bond
had been renewed. Thrace
could feel her in the back of his head as light and soft as the fluttering of
bird’s wings. It filled him with joy he could barely contain but at the moment,
he was almost as tired as she was.

Trin
shifted against him and settled again. Thrace was still halfway inside her
and she was making soft little sounds as she rested against his chest.

“Baby?
You okay?”

“There’s
just one thing that bothers me.”
Her voice was muffled against his chest.

“What
is it?” Thrace
asked gently. “What’s wrong?”

“Well,
the slaver told me when I bought you that Havoc don’t bond because it cuts
their lifespan in half. Did I just steal half your life?”

“No,
of course not!” Thrace
murmured. “You only shortened it a little and you lengthened your own life
considerably. Your lifespan and mine will average out so that we both live much
longer than average lives.”

“Oh,
Thrace,
I can’t believe you’d give up so much for me!” She sounded so upset he began to
get concerned.

“Don’t
worry, baby,” he murmured. “I’d rather spend a single solar month with you than
five hundred cycles with anyone else. Now that our bond is strong and open to
communication, I’m not worried about it—you shouldn’t be either.”

“I
can’t help it.” She pressed closer to his chest as though she never wanted to
let anything come between them. Thrace
felt the same way but he could feel her anxiety through their newly re-forged
link which made him worry about her.

“Baby…”
He brushed her long hair out of the way so he could see her face, see if she
was really upset…and froze.

“Trin,”
he said softly. “Your face…”

“What?
What’s wrong with my face?” She looked up at him, putting a hand to her cheek.

“Not
just your face—your arm too…and your hair.” He stared at her with wonder. How
could he have missed it before?

“What?
What are you talking about?” She sat all the way up. His half hard shaft
slipped from her but Thrace
barely noticed.

“Go
look—look in the viewer,” he urged her.

There
was one hanging just inside the fresher door. Trin hurried to get there and he
followed at a more leisurely pace, wanting to see her reaction.

She
stood just inside the doorway staring at herself in the silvery, reflective
surface of the viewer with wide, surprised eyes.

“The
scars,” she whispered, touching her cheeks and arms as though she couldn’t
believe it. “They’re
gone
. And my
hair—it’s long again. Like it was before that horrible Betina made me chop it
off!”

“The
bonding worked,” Thrace
murmured, coming to stand behind her and putting his hands on her shoulders.

“It’s
not just the bonding—that doesn’t explain my hair.” She put up a hand to touch
her long, silky black locks. “The Goddess did this, Thrace—the Goddess of the Kindred.
You know…” She looked up at him, suddenly shy. “I didn’t get a chance to tell
you but when I went to the Sacred Grove, I spoke to one of their
priestesses—one called Nadiah. And…I know this sounds strange, but the Goddess
spoke
through
her to me.”

“Not
nearly as strange as hearing her speak to you right from the empty air,” Thrace
rumbled.

Trin’s
eyes widened. “The Goddess spoke to you too?”

He
nodded. “After you left me on Yonnie Six. She said I would have help finding
you—that was right before Stavros and Charlotte and Rebecca and her two mates
showed up.” He frowned.

“What
is it?” Trin asked, looking at his eyes in the viewer. “Did she say something
else?”

Thrace
nodded.
“She did—I’d forgotten about it until now. She, uh, wasn’t too happy that I let
Two live.”

“She
wasn’t?” Trin raised her eyebrows. “What did she want you to do about it?”