Page 13 of Forced to Mate by the Mad Scientist (Kindred Tales Spicy Shorts #3)

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KROSS

Kross’s eyes widened as he saw what was happening. Sylvia was right—her breasts were growing. As they both watched, her already large breasts swelled until they were almost twice as big as they had been. The thin tan shift she wore began to rip right down the middle, making the formerly round neckline a V-neck. Though Sylvia tried to hold her dress together, the flimsy plant fibers shredded in her fingers, leaving both breasts bare.

“Oh my God!” She tried to cover herself, but Kross shook his head and caught her small hands in his.

“No, wait, Princess—let me see,” he said gently.

Sylvia blushed a deep red but stopped trying to hide her breasts. Still on his knees in front of her, Kross lifted one heavy globe to take a closer look. What he saw made him frown with concern.

“What is it? What’s wrong with me?” Sylvia sounded close to tears.

“I’m not sure, but you seem to be, uh, leaking.” Kross nodded down to the breast he was holding. Her nipple was a much darker color than he remembered from the last time he’d seen her breasts and there was a droplet of clear amber fluid beaded on her tight peak. A moment later it welled up and broke, sliding in a sticky trail down the underside of her breast.

“Oh my God—what is that? It’s not…not milk, is it?”

“No—that my dear, is nectar,” Barbarous’s voice said from the screen.

Kross angled his body so he was blocking the scientist’s view of Sylvia’s bare breasts.

“What the fuck did you do to her?” he demanded, glowering at the other male.

“It’s my latest formula at work.” Barbarous sounded proud. “It causes a female’s breasts to fill with sweet nectar which must be sucked out. If it isn’t, the pain to the subject and the damage to the breast tissue can be severe.”

“You fucker!” Kross growled. “Why in the Seven Hells would you want to do something like that?”

“Because I can.” Barbarous gloated at them. “I must say, your little friend’s DNA is much easier to work with than my prior subjects. So much so that almost anything is possible! Such as this little scenario—which I think will be as much for a social experiment as a scientific one.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Kross demanded.

Barbarous arched an eyebrow at him.

“You’ll see. You refused to fuck Lorna earlier when she was under the influence of my formula because you claimed that would be ‘rape’ and you didn’t want to take advantage of her. But now the female who is in pain is one you are sworn to protect. Would you rather ease Sylvia’s pain by sucking those sweet, tender nipples to drain her breasts of nectar…or watch her writhe in agony because you’re too much of a prude to help her while she’s being affected by a drug?”

“You son of a bitch!” Kross growled but Barbarous’s image was already fading.

“Your choice, Kindred,” he murmured. “Let’s see what you choose.”

Kross wished he could go punch the blank screen, but that wouldn’t do any good. And when he looked back at Sylvia, he could see the pain in her lovely eyes.

“Hey, Princess,” he said softly. “You all right?”

She bit her lip and looked away. Kross could see the red stain of embarrassment on her cheeks.

“Come on, talk to me,” he urged her. “Do you need me to, uh, help you out?” He didn’t want to sound like he was taking advantage of the situation—he just wanted her to feel better. But considering the recent animosity between them, he could understand why she would be hesitant to accept any kind of help from him. Especially sexual help.

“It hurts, all right?” she whispered tightly. “But I don’t expect you to…you know, do what he said. I’ll probably be fine.”

“Like Hell you will,” Kross said, frowning. “You need me to suck your nipples, Princess. Just admit it.”

“I know you don’t like me…like that .” Sylvia still wouldn’t meet his eyes.

Kross felt his heart fist in his chest. Gods, if only he could tell her the truth! But this wasn’t the right time to admit his love. There was never going to be a right time, considering the fact that he could never Claim her.

“Hey, look at me,” he murmured. When she wouldn’t, he took her chin in his hand and tilted it gently until their eyes met. “Sylvia, I don’t mind,” he told her. “I want to help you—to protect you. I know this is a strange situation…”

“A situation I got us into,” she said bitterly. “This is all my fault. I made you come here and I’m the one who ran away when you were just trying to keep me safe. Maybe I deserve to suffer.”

“Don’t say that!” Kross exclaimed. He stroked her cheek until she looked into his eyes again. “Princess, I never want to see you suffer or in pain,” he told her softly. “Please, will you just let me help you?”

“Well…” She nibbled her lower lip again, her cheeks still hot with a blush. “What if you don’t like it?” she asked at last. “The weird, uh, nectar stuff, I mean?”

“Let me try it,” Kross said reasonably. Leaning forward, he took her right nipple into his mouth and sucked experimentally.

A gush of sweetness that reminded him of thin, slightly diluted honey flooded his mouth. At the same time, Sylvia threw back her head and moaned.

“Ohhh!”

Kross stopped sucking and looked up at her.

“Did I hurt you, Princess?” he asked. Though to be honest, her moan hadn’t sounded like one of pain. A look at her eyes told him he was right—they were heavy-lidded with sexual desire.

“No, it didn’t…didn’t hurt exactly,” she panted. “It was just…just a really, uh, intense sensation.”

“An intense sensation, huh?” Kross frowned slightly. He was pretty sure he knew what kind of sensation she was getting when he sucked her nipple.

The gas Barbarous gave us must have been laced with pleasure compounds, he thought, looking at her. It must feel really good when I suck her.

The thought made him hard and he shifted, trying to make some more room between his thighs for his suddenly aching cock.

But this was no time to get aroused—he still had to finish helping Sylvia.

“Do you want me to go on?” he asked, arching an eyebrow at her.

“Do…do you mind?” she asked breathlessly.

Kross shook his head.

“No, baby,” he growled softly, looking into her eyes. “I’ll suck your sweet nipples all night if you need me to.”

“Oh, Kross…” She didn’t seem to know what to say but her small hand found his head and soon he felt her soft little fingers slipping into his hair. Without a word, she tugged him forward, arching her back to offer her over-full breasts. There was a mute plea on her lovely face that he was helpless to deny.

Leaning forward again, Kross took her nipple between his lips and began to suck again—softly at first and then harder as Sylvia began to moan.

“Oh…oh, Kross!” she panted and her fingers tightened in his hair—which he fucking loved . He cupped the breast he was sucking in both hands, massaging gently to help the nectar flow.

Kross was pretty sure she came when he switched to her second breast. He didn’t know if she was one of those women who could orgasm just from having their nipples played with or if the gas had made her extra sensitive. But the scent of her female desire rose to tease him and he was certain if he reached under the ragged skirt of her shift, he would find her soft little pussy hot and wet and ready for him.

“Oh…oh my God!” she gasped, her back arching as he sucked hard, taking as much of her breast into his mouth as he could. “Oh, Kross…I can’t…can’t help it!”

Can’t help coming, baby? he thought, feeling his cock surge again. Despite the bizarre situation, he couldn’t help taking pleasure in her pleasure. It was the Kindred way to want to make his woman come and though Sylvia wasn’t actually his, it still made him fucking hot to please her.

He finished drawing the nectar from the second breast but Sylvia didn’t seem to be done yet so he switched back to the first breast and teased her nipple gently with his teeth. At the same time, he pinched the other one, stimulating both tender peaks at once.

“Oh my God!” she gasped and her hips bucked, making him sure she had come yet again. Goddess, whatever was in that gas, it was certainly potent!

At last, Sylvia collapsed back on the bed, breathing hard. She looked so fucking beautiful, with her long, red-gold hair haloed around her head and her cheeks flushed. Her eyes were like stars—almost sleepy with sated pleasure.

Kross crawled on beside her and drew her close to him. She hesitated for a moment…then turned and pressed her face to his chest and nuzzled against him.

“That was…intense,” she whispered at last.

Kross wanted to ask if she had come—he was sure she was but he wanted to hear it from her. But he didn’t want to embarrass her again.

“Yeah, I could tell,” he murmured instead. “You okay, Princess? Feeling better now?”

She nodded and looked up at him. He could see she was blushing again.

“Much better. Er, thank you for doing that. I know it was kind of awkward.”

“We’re being held prisoner here—awkward is the least of our worries,” Kross said grimly. He stroked her flushed cheek. “And what you were saying earlier…I want you to know, I don’t blame you for us being here. I blame myself—I should have protected you better, Princess. I’m so fucking sorry.”

Her eyes widened.

“Kross, you don’t have to say that! You were the one who tried to warn me against coming here.” She sighed unhappily. “I wish I would have listened.”

“Well, you can’t change the past,” Kross pointed out. “What’s done is done. Now we need to think about getting out of here.”

“I wouldn’t think about that too hard if I were you—not if the two of you want to live.” It was Barbarous again, watching them with interest from the screen on the far wall.

As before, Kross shielded Sylvia’s body with his own, so the bastard couldn’t see her.

“What the fuck do you want now?” he growled.

“Just to see how you’re getting on. And to get some samples from sweet Sylvia.”

As he spoke, the hole in the wall irised open and the spherical silver droid hovered into the room.

“What are you doing? Stay the fuck away from her!” Kross growled. He was ready to drop-kick the fucking thing again until Barbarous spoke.

“You will not commit violence against my droid and you will allow it to take samples,” he said coldly. “If you do not, the subjects staying in the women’s quarters will all be terminated.”

“What?” Sylvia sat up, looking horrified. “But you can’t kill them!”

“Why not? I have superior subjects now—you and Mr. Kross.” The mad scientist shrugged as though killing the other women in the compound would be nothing to him. “Of course, the treetures would be upset if they had no more playthings to fuck, but they can all take turns with you , my dear,” he said, giving Sylvia an evil smile.

She went pale and her eyes were huge with fear. But she lifted her chin and glared at the screen.

“You’re a psychopath!”

“Actually, I’m more of a sociopath,” Barbarous said. “And an unrepentant one at that. Now are you going to allow my droid to take samples or shall I kill your new friends?”

Kross wanted to protect her from this—he balled his hands into fists, wishing he could punch the fucking scientist in the mouth! But he knew it had to be Sylvia’s choice.

“All…all right,” she whispered at last, her voice trembling. “What kind of samples do you want?”

“You know what kind, my dear,” Barbarous said, smirking. “Kindly lie back on the bed and spread your legs.”