Page 20 of Forced to Mate by the Mad Scientist (Kindred Tales Spicy Shorts #3)

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SYLVIE

What did he say? Did he say he loves me?

Sylvie stared uncertainly at the big Kindred. Kross, who had been convulsing with agony a moment ago, appeared to have fainted. Anxiously, she placed two fingers over the pulse point in his neck and was relieved to feel that his heart was still pumping.

Both of them were still drenched to the skin and she shivered as she knelt on the bed, leaning over him. He’d said he loved her. More than that, he said he’d always loved her. Did that mean he’d secretly had feelings for her all this time? Even though they usually fought like cats and dogs, his admission made her heart pound. Could it be true?

But what did it matter even if it was? The two of them were trapped here—trapped all over again and with zero chance of escape this time. And who knew what horrible substance Barbarous had injected Kross with? It was obviously doing something to him, but what she couldn’t tell. The big Kindred looked the same…or did he?

Her heart began to beat faster as she leaned over him. Was his hair changing? Indeed, it seemed to be. His silver hair seemed shaggier somehow and it had acquired a bluish tint.

But wasn’t just her Protector’s hair that was changing color—his body seemed to be getting even bigger and his skin had changed from pearly gray to a deep red. What the Hell was going on?

“Kross?” said softly, patting his cheek. “Are you okay? What’s happening to you?”

“What’s happening is that changes are taking place in his body.” It was Barbarous again, smirking from the screen on the far wall.

Sylvie frowned at him.

“Changes? What changes?”

“Oh, just a few minor tweaks to his DNA. Did you know that one of his ancestors was more beast than humanoid? Quite a savage individual, I imagine. Apparently they were able to change the color of their skin and hair as well as their eyes, as Mr. Kross is able to do. I wanted to bring that trait out in him. I’ve been working with plants for so long—working on a pure animal is a nice change of pace,” Barbarous said.

“You tweaked his DNA?” Sylvie demanded. “What did you do to him?”

“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough, my dear. In fact, right now . Look, I do believe he’s awake.”

The mad scientist’s words made Sylvie turn back to Kross…only to see that his eyes were open.

But they weren’t red or blue or purple or any of the colors she was used to seeing in her surly Protector’s eyes—or rather, they were all of those together. The colors swirled hypnotically, making his irises look almost like kaleidoscopes.

“Kross?” she asked uncertainly. She was beginning to feel uneasy because there was no recognition in those swirling eyes when he looked at her—none at all. There was interest though. He sat up with smooth, cat-like grace and leaned forward to sniff her hair. A low, rumbling growl of interest rose in his throat, sending a shiver down Sylvie’s spine.

“Ah—just as I hoped. He recognizes you as his mate, my dear,” Barbarous said, sounding pleased. “And now that he’s awake, let’s see if those genetic changes I made will translate to his offspring.”

“His offspring? What do you mean by that?” Sylvie demanded. She was keeping one eye on the screen and one on Kross, who wasn’t acting like himself at all.

“Why, I mean that I intend for Mr. Kross to get you pregnant tonight my dear,” Barbarous purred smoothly. “But don’t worry—I’ll make certain you enjoy the process.”

As he finished speaking, Sylvie heard a hissing sound. The hidden vents in the room must have opened because the room filled with billows of white gas, obscuring everything for a moment.

Sylvie clapped a hand over her mouth but, as before, it didn’t help. Soon she was coughing and choking on the cloying cotton candy gas as it seeped its way into her lungs.

A moment later, the gas cleared but she was very much afraid that the damage was done. She had inhaled a good portion of it—what was it going to do to her this time?

Anxiously, she pulled open her shift and looked down at her breasts. Were they getting any bigger? Filling with nectar again? She didn’t think so but she wasn’t quite sure. Maybe they were a little swollen…

But she wasn’t the only one with an interest in her breasts. As soon as she pulled open the top of her shift, Kross leaned down at sniffed at her chest like a curious cat.

“Kross, no!” she exclaimed, trying to move away from him. “What are you doing?”

“He’s just doing what comes naturally, my dear,” Barbarous said from the screen. “Just relax and let him do it.”

“I will not!” Sylvie exclaimed, moving away from Kross again. “He’s not even in his right mind! There’s no way I’m having sex with him like this.”

“Oh no?” Barbarous raised an eyebrow mockingly. “Well, just give yourself a little time. I promise in a moment you won’t feel quite so stand-offish.”

“What do you mean by tha—?” Sylvie started to ask but just at that moment, Kross leaned down and sucked her right nipple into his mouth.

“Oh, Kross!” she gasped, looking at her Protector. “What…what are you doing?”

What he was doing was sucking hard—and it seemed that she could feel each deep pull on her nipple in her pussy as well.

“Kross!” she moaned and tried to push him away. “Please—we can’t do this right now!”

But Kross was clearly too far gone to reason with. He continued sucking her nipple and then he pushed her over so that she was lying on her back on the bed.

As the big Kindred leaned over her and began sucking her other nipple, Sylvie began to feel a mixture of fear and desire. She was no longer trying quite so hard to push Kross away—not that she could. He was simply too big and too strong—he could take whatever he wanted. And to her mingled horror and arousal, she found that the idea of him doing exactly that didn’t upset her as much as it had a moment ago.

Then Kross released her nipple and she gave a sigh of relief. He must have realized she didn’t want this. He must be in there somewhere, and the inner Kross—her Protector—was winning over the beastly personality that had taken over his body. He must?—

Her thoughts were cut short when Kross began to sniff his way down her body. Before Sylvie could stop him, he was pushing up the ragged hem of her plant fiber shift to get to her bare pussy.

“Kross, no!” she wailed but when he pressed his face to her pussy mound, she found that her thighs seemed to be parting on their own. Oh God, she shouldn’t be doing this—not when he was out of his mind! But somehow she couldn’t stop. Her whole body felt like it was catching fire with lust and she couldn’t resist the big Kindred.

She tried though—she squeezed her thighs closed and swore to herself that she was going to hold out…that she wasn’t going to let him in…

But Kross forced his way between her legs, parting her thighs easily with his big hands. And then he leaned down to rub his scratchy cheek against the tender skin of her inner thighs, like a cat marking its territory.

“Ohhh!” Sylvie moaned as he began to rub against her pussy mound as well. But it was only when he began to lick her that she knew she was well and truly lost.

Kross growled low in his throat, his long tongue sliding into her pussy slit to invade her fully. Sylvie cried out as her hips jerked—oh God, how did he know just where to lick her, even now that he was out of his head?

She had no answer for the question but it seemed clear that even when he wasn’t all there mentally, Kross had a Kindred’s instincts for pleasing a woman with his tongue. He slipped it into her inner folds, sliding the tip around and around her sensitive clit until she moaned and arched her back helplessly. Then, when she was wet enough, he dipped lower and slid his tongue deep into her channel to collect her juices. Once he had done that, he came up again to suck and tease her clit some more, which made her wet all over again.

This combination of licking and deep penetration with his tongue—which was surprisingly thick—soon had Sylvie right on the edge. She told herself she shouldn’t want to come this way—shouldn’t want to let the pleasure Kross was giving her overwhelm her when he wasn’t even in his right mind. But God, the way he was licking her was driving her crazy and there was no way to stop him! The big Kindred had her pinned to the bed, her legs spread wide as he feasted on her at his leisure. There was literally no way to get away and to be honest, Sylvie wasn’t even trying anymore.

“Please!” she moaned and found that she was tugging at his hair. “Oh Kross, please!”

He growled again—a low, hungry sound—and redoubled his efforts—licking and sucking and stroking her with his hot tongue. The last time he’d gone down on her, it had been sweet and gentle—he’d been healing her. This time there was an animal hunger in his actions—an urgency she’d never felt from him before.

It’s like he’s getting his mate ready to be bred! a little voice whispered in her head. And you’re the mate!

Sylvie was very much afraid that the voice was right—but what could she do? She had a seven-foot-tall, immensely muscular warrior on top of her and he was clearly intent on licking her until he made her come. She was helpless under him—helpless to get away or do anything but submit and let him lick her.

“Kross,” she moaned, relaxing at last because there was no point in fighting. “Oh, Kross …”

And then she felt her orgasm overtaking her as the sensations of being teased and licked overwhelmed her with their intensity. Her climax broke and rushed over like a tidal wave, drowning her in pleasure.

“ Kross!” she cried. Her hands tightened in his hair and her hips bucked helplessly as his tongue traced her clit over and over. “Oh God, Kross!”

The orgasm seemed to go on and on—mainly because the big Kindred wouldn’t stop licking her. He seemed determined to make her come as hard as possible and then to clean away all of her juices. At last, however, he looked up at her, panting.

Sylvie, also panting, stared at him uncertainly.

Her Protector’s mouth was shiny with her juices and his swirling, multicolored eyes were still wild and filled with animalistic lust. And inside herself, she felt the same lust growing.

Now that she had finished coming, she would have thought that her desire would lessen…but the opposite seemed to be happening. She was feeling an emptiness inside her—a deep need to be filled. Moaning uncomfortably, she wriggled on the bed, not sure how to ease the ache between her legs.

“You’re feeling it now, aren’t you? The effects of my lust gas.”

Barbarous’s voice startled Sylvie—she’d forgotten that the mad scientist was watching them.

“Leave me alone—go away!” she moaned, feeling her cheeks heat with shame. To think that she’d let Kross go down on her with an audience in the room! Well, not exactly in the room but the way Barbarous was watching from the screen was bad enough.

“The more you fight it, the less chance you’ll have of surviving the effects,” the mad scientist told her. “I’d advise you to let Mr. Kross breed you at once—before the urges you feel become too painful…and too deadly .”

“Painful urges…what the Hell are you talking about?” Sylvie panted.

But she was afraid she already knew. The emptiness inside her was growing—the need to be filled and fucked and bred—it was undeniable. And it really was becoming painful.

Kross seemed to sense her pain because he rubbed his cheek against her inner thigh and gave her a worried look. A low, questioning rumbling sound came from his throat. It was almost like he was asking how he could help her, Sylvie thought distractedly.

But the only way he can help is by fucking me—by breeding me! she thought. She wasn’t on any kind of birth control—she hadn’t been in a serious relationship in ages.

Isn’t it better to risk getting pregnant than to die, though? whispered that same little voice in her head. The emptiness is getting worse—admit it. You need to be filled.

And Kross seemed eager to fill her. There was a definite bulge in the tight black flight leathers he was wearing—she could see the thick ridge of his cock outlined clearly.

Sylvie bit her lip—what was she going to do? Kross was still dressed in his uniform shirt and trousers and it didn’t seem likely that he could get undressed himself. He was still in his “animal state” for want of a better term. Should she unfasten his trousers and let him take her—let him breed her?

No, she absolutely shouldn’t, she told herself. But then she felt a painful cramp between her thighs—it was almost as though her pussy was disagreeing with her.

She could stand the pain, Sylvie thought, but she wasn’t willing to risk death. Kross would just have to be understanding—if he ever came back to his right mind, that was. In the meantime, she would do what she had to do to survive.

“Here, Kross. Let me…let me help you.” Her voice faltered but her fingers didn’t. Reaching forward, she found the magno tabs that held his flight leathers closed and popped them open.

His cock sprang out as though it had been waiting for her. Sylvie’s eyes widened when she saw its size. She’d never seen her Protector naked before—he was hung like a horse! Even though it was only half hard, his shaft was huge . The silver dildo the collection droid had fucked her with was small in comparison.

“Okay, no,” she said aloud. “No, I think this was a mistake. Let me just, uh, put this back.”

But when she took him in her hand and tried to push his shaft back in his trousers, it wouldn’t go. It only got harder and longer and Sylvie also noticed something new about it. At the base of the shaft was a thick swelling.

That’s right—Kross is half Beast Kindred, she remembered. This must be his Bonding Knot. Oh my God, I can’t take that thing inside me—I can’t take any of it! He’s way too big!

She couldn’t even fit her fingers all the way around the girthy shaft. And the more she tried to push it back into his trousers, the harder and longer it got. His warm, masculine scent was stronger here too. It seemed to get into her senses and make her dizzy with desire. Why did he have to smell so good when she was trying so hard to resist him, damn it?

Kross allowed her to try for a minute longer, then he growled and wrapped his long fingers around her wrists to pull her hands away.

Sylvie felt a rush of relief mixed with regret. All right, so he was saying no to her in the only way he could. He wanted her to stop touching him, he wasn’t going to let her?—

Her thoughts cut off abruptly when he turned her over so that she was on her hands and knees on the bed in front of him.

“Hey, wait a minute!” she exclaimed, turning her head to look back at him.

But Kross had waited long enough—he was ready to fuck. He opened his mouth and two words came out in a thick, guttural voice that barely sounded like him.

“Breed… now,” he growled in that low, rumbling, animalistic tone that sent shivers straight down Sylvie’s spine.

“But we shouldn’t!” she pleaded. Even as she spoke, though, she felt another sharp pang of emptiness shoot through her . “Ohhh!” she moaned, feeling her knees go weak as she pitched forward onto the bed. This had the effect of putting her head in her arms and pushing her ass up into the air.

Before she could change position, she felt Kross behind her. His muscular body surrounded hers and his big hands were already on her hips and spreading her thighs, putting her into a more open position.

“Kross , no!” she moaned, but she made no move to close her thighs and she didn’t try to get away when she felt the blunt head of his cock sliding over her slippery folds. In truth, the emptiness inside was getting too painful—all she could think of was being filled.

And Kross seemed eager to fill her. After rubbing the head of his cock over her slippery clit several times, he found her entrance and began to push inside.

Sylvie bit her lip to keep from crying out. She was terribly afraid she wouldn’t be able to take the big Kindred’s massive shaft. But to her surprise, though she felt herself stretching to the limit, there wasn’t too much pain as he slid inside her.

“Oh… ohhh,” she moaned softly as she felt him bottom out inside her. She had never felt so filled in her life and her inner walls were protesting, but again, it didn’t hurt—it just felt like she was more full than she ever had been her whole life.

And then Kross gripped her hips in his big hands and began to fuck.

No, not fuck—he’s breeding me! Sylvie thought as he pulled halfway out and then thrust in again, deep and hard, the head of his cock giving the end of her channel a rough kiss with every stroke. Oh God, breeding me so hard! And he might get me pregnant!

She had only one hope—she’d heard that Bonding Sex was different with different kinds of Kindred. With Beast Kindred, they couldn’t get you pregnant unless they got their Bonding Knot inside you. With Blood Kindred, they had to bite you, injecting their essence at the same time. So far Kross hadn’t knotted her and he hadn’t bitten her. So as long as he didn’t do that, it should be safe to just let him fuck her.

As if she had any choice! She couldn’t believe she was in this position—with her head buried in her arms and her ass in the air, thighs spread wide as her Kindred Protector rammed into her from behind, his thick cock stretching her open with every deep thrust.

With every stroke, his heavy balls slapped against her tingling clit, making her more and more certain that she was going to come again whether she wanted to or not. And there was nothing she could do to stop him—nothing she could do but submit completely. Moaning, she opened her thighs even wider, giving him what he was demanding, offering herself completely.

“Oh God, Kross!” she moaned. “Fuck me! Do it—fuck me hard!”

Her answer was a low growl and then he was thrusting even deeper inside her and something even thicker than his cock was sliding into the mouth of her pussy. Somehow, though he was already hitting bottom with every thrust, she could feel herself opening as he went even deeper.

Sylvie froze. Oh God—was that thick swelling she felt his knot? Was he going to put it in her? Was he going to knot her and tie the two of them together? If he did that, she really might get pregnant! Was there any way to stop him?

There wasn’t. When Sylvie tried to pull away, Kross gripped her hips tighter and growled. Then he thrust even harder and she felt the knot enter the mouth of her pussy.

“Kross, no!” she moaned. “Oh my God, you’re going to get me pregnant!”

Her only answer was another low, animalistic growl and then he was thrusting the knot in and out as his heavy balls slapped her sensitive clit.

At that moment Sylvie started to come again—she couldn’t help it! The feeling of being taken and fucked—of being bred—so deep and hard while her clit was being teased at the same time was too much to endure. She could feel her orgasm coming at her, barreling down the tracks like a train that had lost its brakes and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Sylvie had never felt so helpless or so hot. She could feel her inner walls clenching around the thick invader, could feel her pussy spasm as the knot slid fully into place and began to swell inside her.

“Kross!” she wailed, as her body betrayed her utterly. “Please, you can’t…can’t do this!”

But he was and he wasn’t going to stop until he’d gotten what he wanted and flooded her with his cum, she realized dimly. There was nothing she could do but let him have her—open herself to his cock and his seed and let him come inside her.

And then Kross leaned over and nuzzled his face in her hair. Sylvie felt his hot breath on the side of her neck and realized a moment too late what he was doing.

“Kross!” she moaned. “You can’t?—”

Too late, she felt the sharp points of his fangs. He was usually so careful with them that she hadn’t felt them once either time when he went down on her. But now the animal side of him was revealed and there was no more gentleness. Sharp points pierce the side of her neck, making her gasp in pain—but only for a moment. Because the next minute his essence hit her bloodstream and she was coming again—coming so hard she could barely breathe.

Oh God—too much…too much! she thought as the second, much more intense orgasm went on and on. She could feel her inner walls milking the thick cock thrust to the hilt inside her and it was clear Kross felt it too. A moment later something hot and wet spurted from the broad head and bathed the mouth of her womb.

Sylvie had never been able to feel a human man coming inside her, but Kross was Kindred and it was clear things were different with them. Jet after jet of heated wetness filled her, making her moan as it filled her womb and pussy to overflowing. Even as it leaked down her inner thighs, Kross was pumping fresh heat inside her, fucking her, filling her, breeding her and making her his…

Oh God, too much! she thought again. He’ll get me pregnant for sure! Oh please, Kross—please!

And then, to her surprise, she heard an answering voice in her head.

“Sylvia? Is that you?”

“Kross?” she sent back tentatively. “What…how can I hear you in my head?”

“I don’t know—it’s impossible for me to Bond a woman to me. What are we doing? How did this happen?” he added, sounding truly mystified as he finally withdrew his fangs from her neck. “How did I get inside you? Oh Gods—did I hurt you?”

“Not hurt exactly but you’re really big .” Sylvie shifted, groaning softly. She was still impaled on his thick shaft, the knot having swelled so that the two of them were tied together. Her pussy felt so crammed full of his shaft that she was sure it would never be the same.

“You’re in me so deep!” she moaned aloud.

“Gods, baby—I’m so fucking sorry!” He made as if to pull out, but the knot was still too big and it made Sylvie feel like he was pulling her insides out.

“No, please!” she gasped, putting a hand out to stop him. “Please don’t—that hurts!”

“So fucking sorry!” Kross repeated. “I’m afraid we’ll have to wait until my knot goes down.”

“But…but when will that be?” Sylvie protested.

“Don’t know,” he said grimly. “It could be as little as five minutes…or as long as an hour.”

“And hour? I’m supposed to have you in me for an hour?” Sylvie demanded. It wasn’t that it felt bad exactly, but now that Kross was awake and himself again, it was extremely awkward. Especially since they apparently had this new mental connection which was very strange.

“Sorry—it’s called a Soul Bond, but I still don’t know how it’s possible,” Kross sent. “I’m a Hybrid—I’m not able to Bond with anyone.”

“Think you’re wrong about that,” Sylvie sent back. She was getting used to using the new link, but it still felt strange. Almost as strange as being impaled on her Protector’s massive shaft.

“Are you uncomfortable, baby? Here…” Kross put his arms around her waist and rolled them both over onto their sides. “Was…was I very rough with you?” he asked in a low voice, speaking in her ear. “I’m sorry, I can’t remember much. But if I hurt you, I’m so fucking sorry. I never wanted to do that, Princess— never .”

Sylvie started to answer but just then, to her shock, the door of the tree prison banged open. For a moment she couldn’t see anything through the red haze of the pain walls surrounding them. But whoever it was must have slapped the button because all at once, the walls disappeared.

Standing there, framed in the doorway were two Kindred warriors with blasters in their hands.

And one of them was their boss, Commander Sylvan.