Page 14 of Forced to Mate by the Mad Scientist (Kindred Tales Spicy Shorts #3)

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SYLVIE

Sylvie felt sick. Was she really going to have to go through with this? It seemed she was if she didn’t want her companions in the women’s prison to die.

Kross was looking at her anxiously as she made up her mind.

“You don’t have to do this, Princess,” he rumbled softly.

“Yes, I do,” Sylvie said, wishing her voice sounded less weak. She sounded like she was going to cry, even to her own ears.

The silver collector droid hovered closer, extending an arm from the center of its bottom sphere as it did. This time, instead of a needle or a spoon, the instrument at the end of the long silver arm was a metal phallus—a big one.

Sylvie felt her eyes grow wide as she took in its size.

“Surely you don’t expect to fit that thing in me!” she exclaimed.

“Actually, I believe it will fit quite nicely,” Barbarous said, still smirking. “And considering that you orgasmed twice just a few minutes ago, there shouldn’t be a lubrication problem.”

Sylvie flushed, looking down at her hands. How had he known that she was coming? She hadn’t even wanted Kross to know that! It wasn’t like she usually came when someone sucked her nipples but the gas they had been given had made her tender peaks much more sensitive—until it almost felt like they gave her as much pleasure as her clit. So much so that when Kross had been sucking on them, she couldn’t help coming.

Speaking of Kross, he had an angry, frustrated look on his face—an expression that spoke of how upset he was that he couldn’t protect her from this.

“Fucking bastard,” he growled, looking balefully at the image of Barbarous on the screen. “If I ever get my hands on you…”

“Kross, it’s all right.” Her words came out sounding high and trembly. She cleared her throat and tried again. “I’ll be fine—honestly.”

“Time is wasting, Sylvia,” Barbarous said from the screen. “Are you going to lie back and spread your legs or should I alert my treetures to start killing your friends?”

“No, no—don’t do that!” Sylvie exclaimed quickly. “I’ll do it. Look, see? I…I’m doing it.” As she spoke, she lowered herself to the bed and spread her thighs. But her last words ended in a half-sob of humiliation and horror.

Then Kross was beside her. He slipped his left arm around her shoulders and cupped her cheek with his right hand.

“Hey, baby—it’s okay,” he murmured, swiping away a tear with the pad of his thumb. “Everything is going to be okay.”

Sylvie didn’t see how it would be okay. The droid hummed closer, the arm with the thick silver phallus attached pointed directly at her, and she couldn’t help watching it. She felt like a small forest animal, hypnotized by the menacing sway of a snake—unable to look away from the awful thing that was coming.

Then Kross turned her face towards him.

“Don’t look,” he said softly. “Don’t watch it, Princess. Look at me.”

Biting her lip, Sylvie did as he said. She looked deep into his eyes, which were a soft purple-blue at the moment. She wished she knew what the different colors his eyes turned really meant and what emotions they corresponded to. She wished?—

“Oh!” she gasped as the cold metal of the silver phallus touched her pussy. It took every ounce of willpower she had not to clamp her thighs closed and deny it entry.

“Easy, baby— easy ,” Kross growled, stroking her cheek. “Keep your eyes on me, all right? I’m going to help you get through this.” His hand slid down to find hers, clenched into a fist at her side. “Here—hold on to me. Squeeze if you need to,” he told her.

As his fingers entwined with hers, the silver phallus slid inside her.

Sylvie moaned as she felt her inner walls stretching to accommodate its girth. Was it her imagination or was it actually getting bigger inside her?

“Easy, baby,” Kross growled again. “Just relax. I’ve got you.”

“I…I’m trying .” She stared into his swirling, multicolored eyes, doing her best to keep her mind off what was happening. But it felt like her pussy was being stretched by the biggest cock she’d ever taken. “It…it’s just so big,” she moaned softly.

“I know, Princess. I’m so fucking sorry.” He looked earnestly into her face and Sylvie thought he had never been so sweet to her before. There wasn’t a trace of his usual sarcasm—just a deep concern for her and what she was going through.

“Very nice,” she heard Barbarous say from the screen. He sounded like he was gloating. “And now, let’s see how tightly you can squeeze, my dear.”

“What?” Sylvie started to turn her head to look at him but stopped herself just in time. She didn’t want to make eye contact with their captor during this. “I…I thought you were just taking samples!” she panted.

“I also like to gauge your reactions,” he replied. “To this for instance.”

Suddenly a buzzing hum filled the air and Sylvie felt something vibrating against her clit.

“Oh!” she gasped and nearly jumped out of her skin!

“Gently, my dear,” Barbarous cautioned. “Do try not to break my equipment!”

“But…but it’s…” Sylvie broke off, unwilling to say that it was giving her pleasure—that it felt good. She wondered if Kross could tell by the look on her face—she hoped not!

Speaking of her Protector, he was watching her anxiously.

“Don’t pay any attention to him,” Princess,” he murmured. “Look at me—focus on me.”

Sylvie did as he said, trying to ignore what was happening below. But it was impossible. The silver phallus had started moving inside her now—thrusting in and out almost as though it was actually fucking her. And at the same time, the vibrator continued to tease her clit, sending sparks of unwanted pleasure through her entire body. And all the while, she was staring into her Protector’s eyes.

“Oh, Kross,” she moaned as she shifted her hips.

“What is it, Princess? Tell me all about it,” he urged gently.

“It…it’s so deep in me. It’s fucking me!” Sylvie panted. “And it…it’s teasing me—my clit. Oh!” she gasped because the vibrator part of the arm was buzzing even faster and she was beginning to feel like she was right on the edge.

“I’m here,” Kross told her. Gripping her hand tighter, he squeezed comfortingly.

“But I’m afraid…afraid it’s going to…to make me come!” Sylvie panted. God, this was so embarrassing! And yet, it was incredibly intimate too. Looking into her Protector’s eyes while she was being fucked like this…even though it was against her will, it still felt like the closest she’d ever been to any man during sex. Even though it wasn’t actually Kross she was having sex with.

“Come if you need to,” he told her. “There’s no shame in it, baby. It’s a physical reaction to stimulation—if you come, you come and it’s not your fault.”

His words made her feel better and Sylvie stopped fighting the growing tide of pleasure that was rising in her. It felt like an ocean wave swelling bigger and bigger—soon it would crash over her and she would drown in the intense sensation.

And then it happened—the droid’s arm fucked deep inside her and held still just as the vibrating attachment reached an even higher speed. Suddenly, she was coming—her back arching and her toes curling as the droid forced an orgasm from her.

“Ohhhh!” she moaned, her eyes still locked with Kross’s. “Oh, Kross—I’m coming! Coming so hard!”

“Gods, I can see that, baby.” His deep voice was hoarse and his eyes had gone reddish purple. “Coming hard, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes!” Sylive moaned, squeezing his hand convulsively. “Oh God, Kross—I can’t stop!” She could feel her inner walls squeezing the silver phallus as the orgasm went on and on and on.

“Don’t try,” he murmured. “Just let yourself come, baby. Let yourself go. There’s no shame—just come as hard as you need to.”

Sylvie cried out again as another orgasm was torn from her—the vibrator part of the arm just wouldn’t stop! And then she came again and again and again until she was panting for breath. Finally it was like one long intense orgasm that threatened to push her past the limits she could stand.

“Please!” she begged, writhing on the bed. “Please, I can’t…can’t take any more! Going to pass out!”

“Stop it—you’re hurting her, you fucker!” she heard Kross growl at the screen.

“Hmm, well I suppose since she already came twice while you were sucking the nectar from her breasts, we can stop. For now,” Barbarous said. “I must say, she’s wonderfully responsive. Much more so than any of my other female subjects. None of them have ever been able to have multiple orgasms.”

At last, to Sylvie’s intense relief, the metal rod withdrew and the vibrator attachment stopped stimulating her. She was left panting on the bed, trying to recover but she felt almost raw between her legs—especially her clit.

“You all right, baby?” Kross asked anxiously as the silver droid withdrew, hovering into the hole in the tree trunk wall which closed seamlessly behind it.

“I…I think so.” Sylvie became aware that she was lying on the bed with her shift hiked up past her thighs and her pussy and breasts on display. Wincing, she tried to sit up and close her legs…only to gasp with pain.

“What? What is it?” Kross’s eyes were filled with concern for her.

“I’m just…I’m almost raw down there,” Sylvie moaned. “The droid…it really fucked me hard.”

“I know, baby—I’m so fucking sorry.” Her Protector looked angry all over again. “I’m sorry I couldn’t stop it—sorry I couldn’t protect you.”

“It’s not your fault,” Sylvie told him. She winced again as she tried to close her legs. “Ow! But I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk for a while!”

The expression on Kross’s face turned from anguished concern to thoughtful consideration.

“Actually, I might be able to help you with that,” he offered. “If you want me to.”

“How?” Sylvie shook her head.

He cleared his throat.

“I could…heal you. With my essence.”

“You mean the same way you healed my nipples?” Sylvie asked.

He shook his head.

“Not exactly. Since you’re already so tender, I don’t know if you could stand to have my fingers in you.”

“Oh, you’re probably right.” The thought made her wince again. “Then how?—”

“With my tongue,” Kross answered before she had even finished asking the question. “That’s the best way to spread my essence and it’s much softer than my fingers.”

“You…you want to lick me?”

Despite the fact that she’d just had multiple orgasms, Sylvie felt a little shiver of desire run down her spine as the forbidden idea.

Slowly, he nodded.

“Yes, Princess—I want to heal you.”

“But…you don’t think you’d mind?” she asked uncertainly. “I mean, putting your mouth on me there?”

His eyes flashed a burning red for a moment.

“Of course not, baby. Kindred love tasting their women—don’t you know that?”

Actually, Sylvie had heard that from several of her friends who were Bonded to Kindred. But it still surprised her that Kross wanted to do it to her.

“You don’t even like me,” she blurted. “Why would you want to…to heal me like that?”

A look of almost pain came over his face and he sat up and pinched the bridge of his nose, as though he was trying to drive back a headache.

“I do like you, Princess,” he said at last, looking at her. “I know I can be an asshole sometimes, but please don’t think that I don’t like you. And please don’t hate me.”

Sylvie was surprised. It seemed to her that all they ever did was clash…but now things felt… different between them.

“All right,” she said softly. “I don’t hate you, Kross.”

“I don’t hate you either.” He gave her a dry smile. “As I hope you can tell.”

“I can tell,” Sylvie said softly. “So…” She cleared her throat. “You, uh, really want to…to heal me?”

He nodded earnestly and cupped her cheek.

“I couldn’t protect you from that fucking thing’s assault,” he said and his voice was filled with shame and regret. “But now that it’s over, at least I can heal you. If you’ll let me. Will you, Princess?”

“Don’t call me Princess,” Sylvie said softly. But as she spoke, she lay back on the bed and spread her legs for him. “And yes, you can heal me, Kross. If…if you really want to.”

“Gods, baby—you have no idea how fucking much I want to!” he growled.

And then he was leaving the bed to kneel between her thighs.