Page 15 of Forced to Mate by the Mad Scientist (Kindred Tales Spicy Shorts #3)

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KROSS

Kross rubbed his hands up and down her inner thighs soothingly, urging her mutely to spread wide for him. Her poor little pussy was all red inside, he saw. Her clit looked especially swollen and painful. He would have to be careful with her there.

At least Barbarous had left when the droid did. The sadistic bastard didn’t give a damn how much damage his little “experiment” had done to his subject—he was probably in his lab somewhere analyzing what the droid had collected without a single thought given to how Sylvia was doing.

Kross hated himself, but he couldn’t get the erotic sight of her coming out of his mind. He didn’t want to be aroused by it—Sylvie hadn’t wanted to let the droid in. She’d been coerced into letting it fuck her. And yet the sight of her moaning and writhing in pleasure as he held her in his arms just wouldn’t leave his mind.

But he wasn’t here to relive those moments, he reminded himself. He was here to heal her. Already his fangs were producing copious amounts of the pale blue essence that all Blood Kindred had. His Fated Mate was wounded and his body sensed it and wanted to help.

“I’m going to be really gentle at first, baby,” he told Sylvia, who was trembling slightly. “Just going to give your soft little pussy a tongue bath and spread my essence all over. Okay?”

“O…okay,” she agreed, nodding. She was watching him as he leaned forward and spread her tender lips with his thumbs. Good, Kross thought, let her watch him work. Let her know exactly what he was doing—it might help her to relax some.

When she was spread wide enough, he dipped his head towards her. Flattening his tongue, he started at the bottom and dragged it upwards, spreading his essence as evenly as he could over the tender flesh.

“Oh!” Sylvia jerked at first. But then, after the first lick, she seemed less tense. “Oh, Kross…that feels so much better ,” she whispered.

He looked up for a moment.

“Good, baby—I’m glad. Just try and relax for me. This might take a little while. This is a very delicate part of you and the essence will take some time to penetrate and heal everything.”

“All right,” she murmured and he felt her sweet, curvy body relaxing under his hands.

Her trust in him moved Kross.

“That’s right, good girl,” he murmured. “Just relax and let me heal your sweet pussy, baby. Just be open for me and let me lick you.”

He spent several more minutes just bathing her pussy all over with his tongue. He even slipped it inside her, healing her inner channel where the metal phallus had battered her sensitive core. Sylvia moaned and wiggled a bit, but she didn’t try to get away. She remained spread wide for him, obedient and trusting as he licked her pussy thoroughly.

Kross’s shaft was hard as a spike in his trousers. Gods, how many times had he fantasized about this—dreamed of tasting the woman he loved? And she was fucking delicious! Her juices were salty-sweet and utterly addictive. He could have stayed between her legs all night.

At last, he turned his attention back to the most sensitive place of all—the tight little button of her clit. Being forced to come over and over again with such intensity might have damaged her nerves, he thought. He wanted to be certain that he spent extra time healing this part.

Being extra careful, he sucked the tender little bud into his mouth and began bathing it over and over with the tip of his tongue, spreading his healing essence.

“Oh…Oh, Kross!”

Small, soft fingers slipped into his hair and he felt Sylvia tugging.

Reluctantly, he stopped what he was doing and looked up.

“Too much?” he asked, his voice coming out hoarse with desire.

“Not…exactly.” She was panting again and her beautiful eyes were dilated with need. “It…it feels really good. Maybe…too good.”

“Too good?” Kross frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I think…if you keep it up, I might come again,” she confessed.

Kross felt a growl of pure lust rising in his throat and could barely swallow it down.

“How do you feel about that, baby?” he asked. “Letting me make you come with my tongue?”

“Well…” Her cheeks were stained with a blush. “I guess I shouldn’t want to come anymore. With the droid, it was forced. But with you, well…” She nibbled her lower lip.

“Go on, baby—say what you want to,” Kross urged her.

“It feels good to not be forced,” she said at last. “And to feel like…like you want me to come. Not just as some kind of sick experiment, but because you want me to feel good. Do you?”

“Gods, baby—that’s fucking all I want,” Kross assured her. Leaning down, he placed a soft kiss on the top of her mound. “Want to feel you coming under my tongue, want to give you pleasure and know you’re actually enjoying yourself.”

“I do enjoy it when…when you taste me,” she admitted. “It feels so good and your tongue is so gentle.”

“You taste so sweet,” Kross told her. “I never dreamed I’d actually get to taste you.”

Her eyes widened.

“So…you’ve uh, fantasized about…about doing this? About…tasting me?”

“Fuck yes,” Kross admitted. “It’s like I told you—all Kindred love tasting their mates. It’s a biological urge—we need to go down on our woman.”

Sylvia nibbled her lower lip some more, obviously unsure how to feel about his words. Kross hoped he wasn’t overwhelming her. He shouldn’t have said that about Kindred tasting their mates—she might get the wrong idea. Or the right idea.

“Not that you’re actually my woman or my mate,” he said, trying to smooth things over. “But you’re fucking gorgeous—a curvy Elite. How could I not dream of tasting your sweet little pussy and hearing you moan for me?”

Her cheeks got redder and her breathing, which had started to even out, got ragged again.

“Oh, Kross. All this time…I never knew you felt that way.”

Because I couldn’t tell you, he thought but didn’t say. He still had enough self-control not to spill all of his secrets.

“I’ve always wanted to taste you and make you come, baby,” he growled softly, instead. “Can you be a good girl and let me? Can you let yourself come while I lick your sweet pussy and tease your little clit?”

“Yes, Kross.” Her words were almost a moan and her eyes were half-lidded. Clearly she liked his dirty talk. That was good—Kross fucking loved talking dirty to her.

“Good girl,” he growled, stroking her inner thighs. “Then just relax and let me taste you—relax and let me make you come.”

She’d been propped up on one elbow but now, with a little moan, she lay back on the bed again. Her eyes never left his as he leaned forward again and began bathing her tender clit with his tongue.