Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 74932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
He frowned and shook his head.
“Now look, sweetheart, I already told you—trying to bond you to me would almost certainly end in a failed bonding and that’s no good for anyone!”
“How exactly would you bond me to you?” Isla demanded. “Would it be as simple as you just putting your shaft inside me?”
He shook his head.
“No, baby! I couldn’t bond you to me—or try to bond you, anyway—unless I put my whole shaft and my Bonding Knot inside you.”
He was still naked and he gestured down to his shaft, which was already semi-erect. The Pleasure Ridges along the top and underside of his shaft were throbbing and the knot at the base of his male equipment already looked more than half inflated.
Goddess of Mercy, how will he ever fit all that inside me?
But she knew how—Sark had explained that compounds in his saliva would help her open for him. And besides, she wanted to be stretched—wanted to be filled and overfilled. Wanted to feel her inner walls opening to the limit to let the big Kindred inside.
“Please, Sark,” she begged softly, looking up at him. “I just feel so empty inside. Couldn’t you fill me with your shaft without putting your knot inside me? Couldn’t you just let me feel how it is to have you in me? Please, I need to be filled!”
“Well…” She could see his determination weakening. At last he said, gruffly, “I suppose as long as I keep my Knot clear of your pussy mouth, we’ll be all right.”
“Oh, thank you!” Isla was nearly crying with need now. Though the emptiness inside wasn’t as painful as the breeding cramps, it was somehow much more intense. The feeling of needing to be bred was growing steadily too, but she knew better than to tell Sark about it—he might think she was pressuring him to breed her. Which she really wasn’t, she told herself—she just needed to be filled!
“Come here, baby—scoot a little closer to the edge of the bed,” he growled. And, taking her by the hips, he moved her himself before Isla could reply.
She found herself much closer to the edge of the bed and then Sark did something to it that caused the mattress to raise up, presumably to put them on the same level.
“All right now—we’re going to take it slow and easy.” His big hands gripped her hips tighter and then she felt the blunt head of his shaft swipe over her throbbing Goddess pearl.
She moaned aloud from sheer impatience.
“Sark, please!” She backed towards him, trying to get him inside her.
Apparently Sark had the same idea because she felt the huge crown breech her entrance and enter her at last.
Oh, Goddess of Mercy, yes! Good—so good. But I need more!
She wiggled her hips, trying to take more of him, but Sark’s big hands on her back and sides cautioned her.
“No, no, baby—take it easy,” he growled softly. “Don’t want to hurt you. Even though I lapped your pussy a long time and you’re nice and wet, you’re still a lot smaller than I am.”
“But I need more!” Isla moaned. “Please, Sark!”
“All right…all right.” His hands loosened their grip. “You need it so bad, I won’t try to stop you. Go on, baby—take as much as you can handle.”
His words sent a ripple of desire through Isla’s whole body. She gripped the coverlet of the mattress and pressed back hard, taking several more thick inches inside herself. She could feel her inner walls stretching, could feel Sark’s Pleasure Crest stimulating her Goddess Spot but it still wasn’t enough. Gripping the coverlet even tighter, she backed steadily towards him, impaling herself on the long, thick length of his cock, taking him almost to the root before she was finally stopped by the huge Bonding Knot.
“Gods, sweetheart!” Sark’s deep voice was gruff with surprise. “Can’t believe you took almost all of me like that! You’re not hurting, are you?”
“No.” Isla shook her head. “No, but I still feel like I need more, Sark! I need to be completely filled—to know that you’re all the way inside me and I can’t get away, even if I wanted to.”
His hands found her hips again and tightened possessively.
“You need to be Knotted, baby—that’s what you’re talking about. Because if I did that—if I opened your pussy mouth with my Bonding Knot and let it swell until it filled your hot little entrance completely, you wouldn’t be able to get away from me until I was finished with you.”
“Do it!” Isla begged shamelessly. “Please, Sark—I need you to!”
“But Knotting means Bonding, sweetheart,” he protested. “Which is probably going to result in a failed-bonding, which is pretty damn painful.”
“I don’t care!” Isla told him recklessly. “I only know I need you inside me, Knotting me—breeding me and seeding my womb. Please, Sark—I’m willing to take the chance. Whatever a ‘failed-bonding’ is, it can’t be worse than this emptiness inside me!”