Guarded by the Hybrid – Kindred Tales Read Online Evangeline Anderson

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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 74932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
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“Sark,” I said, biting my lip. “It feels really good when you help me with my nectar but it’s making me feel all…” I wiggled my hips, pressing against him, not sure how to explain it.

He groaned deep in his throat, his eyes heavy with desire.

“What are you doing, Isla? I’m hard enough as it is without you wiggling like a little fish all over my lap.”

“I cant’ help it!” I protested. “It seems the way you’re sucking my breasts is making my pussy feel all hot and needy. But all this fabric between us…” I gestured down to my panties and his leather trousers. “Is too rough—it’s making me even more sensitive.”

“What are you asking me to do, sweetheart?” He gave me a level look. “You want to take off your panties and then I’ll take off my trousers? That’s pretty damn dangerous—don’t you think?”

“No, because you won’t do anything you shouldn’t do,” I told him. “I have every faith in you, Sark. But it just seems if I could rub against you without all this material between us, well, I might be able to…to get some satisfaction.”

His eyes were half-lidded.

“You mean you want to rub against my cock to make yourself come while I suck your nipples, baby? Is that what you want?”

“Well…” I nibbled my lower lip. “Maybe,” I admitted at last. “But I don’t want to do…anything else. All right?”

“All right,” he agreed. “But don’t be surprised if I don’t look like what you might expect below the belt. My people on my mother’s side come from a very unusual clan—the Ice Drakes. We have…certain physical characteristics you might find shocking.”

“You didn’t find my Nectaring shocking,” I pointed out, nodding down at my breasts where two amber drops of nectar still perched on the tight points of my nipples. “I can assure you that nothing you could show me will disturb me.”

“All right—you asked for it.”

He put me gently off his lap and stood for a minute—stooping because the ceiling of the hut is so low—and removed his leather trousers.

What I saw was indeed rather shocking, but not disturbing, except in regard to his size.

I think I have written before that Baslik’s male member is quite small—barely the size of one of my fingers. Of course I had expected that Sark’s would be much larger—I had seen it outlined in his black leather trousers several times when he was touching me or giving me a treatment. But the vague outline I saw in his trousers in no way prepared me for what I witnessed when he removed them.

Long and thick, his shaft ended in a blunt head nearly as big as my fist. I wondered how in the world he could ever fit it inside a female. But there were other surprises in addition to his immense size.

A broad ridge ran down the length of his shaft and lower down, near the base, I witnessed a swelling such as I had never seen before.

“What is this?” I asked, pointing to the swelling.

“My Bonding Knot,” Sark growled softly. “Don’t worry about it, baby—I would never be able to use it on you. But this is my Pleasure Crest, in case you’re wondering,” he added, pointing to the long, thick ridge running down the length of his extremely impressive male equipment.

“What is it for?” I asked, curiously. We were sitting side by side on the bed now and he was leaning back, letting me look at him more fully. “Does it bring you extra pleasure when you, er, enter a woman?” I asked, reaching out to trace the broad ridge with one fingertip.

He shivered and shifted his hips restlessly in response to my touch, though he didn’t try to stop me.

“No, baby—it’s to give you pleasure. Or I should say, my partner pleasure,” he growled. “It’s meant to stimulate your Goddess Spot.”

“My what?” I asked, frowning.

“There’s a place inside your pussy that’s almost like a second Goddess pearl,” Sark explained. “When it’s rubbed or stimulated directly, it can intensify your orgasm.”

“There is?” I’d had no idea about any such spot, but it was a most intriguing idea.

Sark nodded. “With most females, yes there is. And I have another Pleasure Crest on the other side of my shaft, too. So it doesn’t matter what position we were in, I’d be sure to stimulate your Goddess Spot.”

“What do you mean, whatever position we are in?” I asked innocently. “I…I have only ever heard that there is one sex position—that of the man, er, on top of the woman.”

“Really?” He looked at me, clearly surprised. “They really don’t talk much about sex on Telmar Two, do they?”

“It is a forbidden subject—especially for young ladies of good family,” I said, twisting my fingers together. “And of course, I never wanted to know anything about it before because Baslik is so horrible. But now, well…” I bit my lip as I looked up at him. “I find myself rather…curious. Could you show me what you mean by ‘other positions’?”


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