Brides Of The Kindred: Chained Part 25

"Kor," she said suddenly. "I...could I see?"

He raised an eyebrow at her. "You want to watch?"

Blus.h.i.+ng, Maggie nodded. She didn't know why she wanted to see him touch himself but somehow she couldn't get over the urge. And besides, watching isn't touching. It should be all right, she told herself, trying to still her guilty conscience.

Obligingly, Kor pushed back the covers, revealing his long, hard c.o.c.k. It was fully erect, standing straight up from the place between his legs, pulsing with obvious desire. He encircled his thick shaft with his free hand and looked down at Maggie.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice a low, needy growl.

Wordlessly, Maggie nodded.

"All right, then." Slowly, he began to stroke himself, his large hand sliding up the long, throbbing shaft and down again in a deliberate rhythm that made her throat dry and her hands itch to touch him. Resolutely, Maggie curled her fingers into fists, telling herself she couldn't do that, that she mustn't go that far.

Except you already went that far-remember, the night you first met him? Remember how you touched him when you were was.h.i.+ng the verium off him? whispered a snarky little voice in her brain. Remember how good he felt in your hands, the way he groaned when you stroked him? When you were almost jerking him off...?

Shut up. I was not! Maggie told the voice, trying desperately to push away the desire that came along with the memories. G.o.d, how she longed to touch him again-just once. But she couldn't...couldn't let herself do that. It would be wrong.

Kor, meanwhile, was getting closer and closer to the edge. Maggie watched in fascination as his big hand began to move more quickly, slipping with the ease of long practice over his bare shaft. The broad head of his c.o.c.k was dark-almost ready to erupt-she could see droplets of prec.u.m beading there, just at the tiny slit. Every muscle in his big body was rock hard and tight as a wire, she could feel his tension from the hard pec under her cheek down to the muscular thigh between her legs. And then, finally, with a low groan, he came.

"G.o.ds, Maggie," he groaned softly as his c.o.c.k began to spurt, decorating his flat belly with droplets of white cream. "Feels so good...having you up against me. Just wish I could feel your sweet little p.u.s.s.y wrapped around my c.o.c.k...instead of pressing against my thigh."

Maggie felt herself blus.h.i.+ng again at his blatant desire. He wanted her and made no secret of it, even though he knew they couldn't be together. It was flattering and arousing to have such a big, strong warrior wanting her...touching her. Maggie just wished she could touch him back. She raised her hand, wanting to stroke his still hard c.o.c.k...and the tiny diamond chip in her engagement ring winked at her reprovingly.

No, she told herself. No, I can't...I shouldn't...

She put her hand back down but she couldn't stop watching him. He had finished coming but his shaft was still as hard as ever and his flat belly was dotted with creamy c.u.m. He was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling fast with the aftermath of his pleasure and his eyes were shut tight, showing surprisingly long, dark lashes that fanned against his high cheekbones.

As she watched him, the implant in her belly b.u.t.ton pulsed strongly and Maggie had a sudden urge she could neither explain or deny. It was stronger than the wish to touch him-stronger even than her need to have him touch her. So strong, in fact, that she couldn't stop herself from acting on it.

Sitting up, she leaned over him and tasted a droplet of his c.u.m, lapping it delicately from his flat stomach like a cat tasting milk. It seemed to melt on her tongue like warm ice cream-a sweet and unexpectedly delicious flavor she hadn't expected but was nonetheless, instantly addicted to.

Eagerly, she leaned closer and began to lick more, dragging the flat of her tongue over his sharp hipbones and across his muscular abs, cleaning away every last droplet of c.u.m as though she was licking an ice cream cone.

Kor's eyes opened wide as he suddenly seemed to realize what was going on.

"Hey, whoa-wait a minute, blondie," he protested, propping himself up on one elbow. "What are you doing?"

Maggie stopped for a minute in mid lick. "I...don't know," she confessed, confusion over taking her. What was she doing and why was she doing it? "I just suddenly...I wanted to taste your...your cream." She licked her lips guiltily and sat back. "I don't know why-I just wanted to do it and I couldn't...couldn't seem to stop myself."

"Hmmm." Kor frowned. "Sit up a little more-let me see the implant."

Maggie raised up obediently and they both watched as the ruby implant flickered warningly.

"Is it ramping up again?" Kor asked, his deep voice anxious. "Giving you pain or problems?"

"I...don't think so." Maggie shook her head hesitantly. "It just seemed to make me want to...to do what I just did," she ended, blus.h.i.+ng. She looked up at him. "Oh my G.o.d, Kor, I've never...I don't have any kind of a...a fetish for this kind of thing. I don't understand what's happening."

"I do," he said grimly. "Didn't the slaver say the implant was good for making the slave implanted want to give her master oral pleasure?"

"I guess so," Maggie said doubtfully. "Does that mean I won't be able to help wanting to...to suck you?"

"I don't think so. I mean, you didn't have the urge to lean over and..." Kor raised an eyebrow at her and indicated his c.o.c.k.

"No..." Maggie eyed his still-hard shaft, wondering if it would ever go down. "I only felt the urge when I saw you...saw you come. It just looked...looked so good to me. I had to..." She stopped abruptly because she had just noticed something-there was a single, pearly white drop of c.u.m still on him, beading just at the tip of his slit on the broad head of his c.o.c.k.

Kor seemed to sense something was wrong at once. "What?" he asked, searching her face anxiously. "What is it, sweetheart?"

The implant was pulsing again, making her crave what she knew she shouldn't have.

"Kor," she whispered, her throat dry. "I think...I want...I can't help myself-I want to do this."

Leaning over him again, she grasped his thick shaft in her hand and dragged the flat of her tongue over the plum-shaped head of his c.o.c.k, capturing the last tiny droplet which melted like ice cream on her tongue.

Kor drew in a ragged breath but held still for the operation. He watched Maggie closely as she finished and sat back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand guiltily.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, looking down. "I...I couldn't help myself."

"It's all right, blondie," he murmured hoa.r.s.ely. "It's just the implant. And speaking of that d.a.m.n thing..." he went on in a surprised voice. "Look at it."

Maggie looked down at her belly b.u.t.ton and was surprised to see that the implant had stopped blinking almost completely. They continued to watch it for a full minute and in that whole time it only pulsed twice.

"Wow..." Kor gave a shaky laugh. "What the h.e.l.l. I think maybe we found the answer to our sleep problem-at least for tonight."

"Maybe you're right." Maggie knew she ought to feel guilty and wrong and part of her did. But the rest of her-more specifically, the parts affected by the implant-felt almost completely content for the first time. For some reason the implant seemed to respond to the taste of Kor's c.u.m. She looked at him. "So...are we going to have to do this every night?"

He sighed. "Honestly, sweetheart, I don't know. Does it make you feel too bad? Too guilty? Because if it does, I can always set some kind of alarm and wake you up every two hours to touch you or taste you."

"I don't know," Maggie said slowly. "I guess...it's not like I actually, uh, sucked you or...or gave you a, uh, b.l.o.w. .j.o.b. Right? I mean, I did lick you a little bit but only to get the last drop. So that wasn't too bad, was it?" She looked at him, pleading for rea.s.surance...for absolution.

He shook his head. "I keep telling you, it's all about need-or it should be, anyway. But with you, sweetheart, it's need versus guilt."

"I know," Maggie said in a small voice. "I can't seem to help it. I promised to stay true to Donald and here we are...doing all this." She waved one hand helplessly, indicating everything they'd done together...and would doubtless do in the near future.

"See, that's the problem," Kor said. "Do I like the feel of your hot little tongue on me? h.e.l.l yes. But do I want you to feel guilty about it and hate yourself for it? Absolutely not. So it has to be up to you, Maggie. But not tonight." He yawned. "I'm too d.a.m.n sleepy to debate how guilty you should feel about one little lick right now. What about you? Aren't' you tired?"

"I'm fine. I could...could sleep now."

"Good. Lights out," he called and the already dim room was immediately plunged into darkness. "Good night."

"Good night." Maggie s.h.i.+fted restlessly against him, trying to get comfortable. The pulse of the implant was so slow now it was barely there but it seemed to be telling her something else, something she couldn't ignore.

Kor yawned again but he seemed to sense her restlessness. "What is it, Maggie? Just say," he growled softly.

"It's just..." She s.h.i.+fted against him again. "I have this...this thought in my head and it won't go away."

"And?" He seemed to be waiting. Maggie could sense him looking at her but she couldn't see him in the darkness, for which she was profoundly grateful.

"I keep thinking..." She took a deep breath. "This is crazy but I keep thinking that maybe there's a little bit left-just a few more drops-you know? And I feel like...like I can't sleep until I, um, taste them."

"What are you saying, Maggie?" His voice was soft and deep in the darkness. "You need to suck me?"

"Not...not all of you." Maggie blushed furiously, unable to believe she was saying this. And yet the slow but steady pulse of the implant drove her on. "Just...maybe just the very tip," she said slowly. "Would that be okay?"

"Only if you really need to," he murmured. "I'm afraid you'll feel guilty about it otherwise."

Maggie tried to hold back the impulse but she couldn't. "I really do need to," she whispered in the darkness. "I'm sorry, Kor. I swear I won't...won't do more than just suck the tip."

"All right." There was a rustling sound and she knew he had thrown back the covers. "Go ahead, blondie. But only take what you need."

"I need this-I need you." With a little moan of pure desire, Maggie leaned over and grasped his thick shaft in her hand once more.

Just the tip, she promised herself as she lowered her head to his heated c.o.c.k. She loved the feel of his warm, silky skin, so iron hard and hot in her palm, loved his dark male musk which was stronger here and completely delicious.

Kor groaned softly in the darkness as she dragged the flat of her tongue over the head of his c.o.c.k once more. Then, trying to be careful, Maggie took just the broad tip into her mouth, wrapping her lips around it and sucking to get the last few droplets of c.u.m she was sure were lingering there.

Sure enough, she tasted that warm melted ice cream flavor on her tongue almost at once. There wasn't much, though. It seemed to only whet her appet.i.te for him. Maggie sighed restlessly and then a new idea occurred to her. Kor was still hard-pulsing under her light touch as though he was ready to go off again at any moment. Naturally she wasn't going to actually suck him-well, not any more than she already was, anyway. But if he should happen to come again and she was right there to catch it...

"Kor," she said before she thought. "Are you...could you come again?"

"What do you mean, come again?" he murmured.

"I mean now...right now," Maggie said. "Please?" Leaning forward, she captured the tip of his pulsing shaft with her lips again and gave him a sucking kiss, hoping to speed the process along.

Kor groaned softly and she heard him say, "Lights dim." Then he was propped up on one elbow, looking down at her. "You mean could I come again right now with your lips wrapped around my c.o.c.k?" he asked, frowning.

"I didn't...I wouldn't really..." Maggie shook her head, feeling sudden shame. "It's not like that."

He frowned. "What is it like then? What are you asking-you want me to come in your mouth?"

The directness of his question took Maggie aback. She sat up, taking her hand off his pulsing shaft, putting some distance between them. "I guess so," she said in a small voice, drawing her knees up to her chin. "I don't...don't know what that says about me."

Kor sighed and stroked her hair gently. "It says that d.a.m.n implant has really got you going, that's all. Look, I wasn't trying to make you upset-I just wanted to know what you wanted."

"I don't know." Maggie looked down. "I guess...I just want...more."

"More c.u.m?" He lay back on the pillow and began to stroke his c.o.c.k again. "If that's what you need, I can give it to you. Just want to be sure we're on the same page."

Already a droplet of pearly prec.u.m was beading at the head of his c.o.c.k. Maggie found herself watching it and licking her lips. G.o.d, what was wrong with her? She'd never had these hungers before, these desires. And now she felt like she couldn't stop until her need was satiated.

"Kor..." she whispered hesitantly, watching him.

"Come here and get close to me," he growled, reaching for her. "It helps to feel your naked body next to mine."

"Okay." Maggie snuggled close to him, pressing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to his side and watching with wide eyes as he stroked himself a second time-just for her. "Will it be soon?" she asked softly, keeping her eyes on his shaft. "I mean, I just want to...want to taste it, right from the source." She looked up at him. "Oh G.o.d, does that make me bad? Awful? Wanting to drink your..." But she couldn't finish.

"It's just the implant," Kor reminded her. His deep voice was harsh with tension. "Don't feel bad, Maggie. Just give it what it wants-that's all we can do until we get it out of you." He groaned low in his throat. "G.o.ds...so good..."

"Are you close?" She didn't mean to pester him but the need inside her seemed to be growing and the ruby implant was pulsing again, slowly but surely.

"Pretty close," Kor growled. "You want it faster? Wrap your sweet lips around me, just like you did before."

Maggie hesitated but only for a minute. After all, she told herself, she wouldn't really be sucking him. She was just going to take the very tip of his c.o.c.k-not even the whole head-between her lips, just to make sure she didn't spill a drop.

Leaning down, she wrapped her lips around the tip of his c.o.c.k and sucked gently, swirling her tongue around the broad head for good measure.

Her efforts paid off in a big way.

"Oh G.o.d, sweetheart!" Kor groaned, arching his hips. "Gonna come now. Gonna come so hard, just for you..."

Maggie nearly moaned with pleasure as the first sweet pulse of his melted ice cream seed hit her tongue. G.o.d, he was coming, coming just for her, as he had said. She was tasting it right from the source and somehow it was the best, most delicious thing she'd ever tasted.

Kor groaned and jerked against her, his thick c.o.c.k spurting again and again, coating her tongue and filling her belly as she swallowed eagerly. No matter how erratically he moved, she kept her lips wrapped firmly around his c.o.c.k, sucking and swallowing, finally getting what the implant insisted she needed.

At last he was limp but Maggie still kept sucking...kept sucking until she had gotten every last bit of c.u.m out.

Finally, she also relaxed with a contented sigh. She released Kor's shaft and rested her head for a moment on his hip. She didn't know how she knew it, but somehow it was clear to her that she would be able to sleep through the night peacefully now, without fear of being woken by desire so intense it was painful.

"Got what you needed?" In the semi-darkness, she felt his big fingers carding through her hair.

"Mmm-hmm." Maggie murmured. "Thank you, Kor. For not...thinking I'm weird."

"You're all right, blondie. It's just the implant. Once it's out of you, you won't act like this anymore. Won't want to act like this anymore. Not with anyone but your fiance, anyway." His voice was gruff but his fingers in her hair were slow and tender.

"Oh, Kor..." Maggie didn't know what to say but he didn't give her a chance anyway.

"Time to sleep. Good night, blondie."

"Good night," she murmured but despite the fact that the implant was finally satiated, she still couldn't sleep.

What's happening to me? What else is the implant going to make me do? And more importantly, what was it going to make her feel? She felt so warm and safe in Kor's arms, so protected and content in a way she'd never felt with Donald. Was that all the implant's doing...or was she really beginning to have feelings for the huge warrior?

I guess I won't know until I finally get the implant out, Maggie told herself. But in the meantime, was it wrong to enjoy the new feelings she was having? Wrong to enjoy Kor's hands and mouth on her or crave the taste of his c.u.m? Wrong to-?

"C'mere, blondie." A large hand pulled her up and Kor fit her against his side again. "You're thinking too much," he murmured. I can practically hear the wheels turning in your head from here."

"I'm sorry." Maggie sighed. "I'm just...so confused."

"You and me both, sweetheart. But we can't solve the problems of the universe tonight. Come on, try and get some sleep."

"All right." Maggie sighed and snuggled against him. Feeling much more content than she had a right to feel, she finally drifted off to sleep.

"We are losing him." Xandra the swamp witch peered into her cauldron, frowning at the scene she had just witnessed. "First he wanders off course to go rescue that stupid little human girl and now he's falling in love with her."

"We won't lose him." The glowing red eyes of her demon husband flared briefly. "I'll make sure of it."

"What can you possibly do? He may not know it but he's Kindred-Touch Kindred. If he bonds her to him...if he gives her the Deep Touch..."