Chapter Twenty-five
“Kate, you have to get back from me. Get away!”
Rone’s deep voice was more than half growl and when he turned to her, Kate saw that his eyes were almost solid silver, the black of his pupils swallowed by the pure, metallic color.
“I would, but…where can I go?” Kate backed away from him, measuring the small, roughly circular clearing they stood in. They were surrounded by trees but when she tried to reach for a low-hanging branch to climb one, she found the invisible barrier was in the way. Kate had a sinking feeling that all the trees would be similarly inaccessible. The evil Two wasn’t going to let a single detail go unnoticed when it came to ruining her life with Rone.
“I don’t know. I don’t know where you can go, I just know you have to get away from here. Away from me.”
Rone paced restlessly around the circle, marking off the dimensions of the invisible force-field they found themselves in. Sure enough, none of the trees were reachable. They were trapped—or Kate was. Trapped in an unbreakable cage with a male who was about to become a ravening Beast. Her heart skittered nervously in her chest—what was she going to do?
“What in the Seven Hells are we going to do?” Kate heard Rone mutter to himself, repeating her internal question. “What can we…” Suddenly his nearly pure silver eyes drifted down to the bunch of purple gloved staybacks she still clutched in one hand. “Those!” He motioned excitedly. “You have staybacks!”
“I do. I grabbed them as I left your aunt’s garden.” Kate looked down at the bunch of flowers which were now looking much worse for the wear—their stems crushed and their petals limp and drooping.
“Use them on me—when I turn,” Rone directed. “Just keep pushing them into my face again and again.”
“But…won’t that make you—make your Beast—angry?” Kate objected.
“Yes, almost certainly,” Rone said grimly. “But it should also keep it—me— from getting to you. Please Kate, promise me you’ll do it. I feel…” He looked overhead, his deep voice strangled. “I feel the moons’ convergence. In another moment they’ll completely overlap and I…I won’t be able to hold it…hold it back any longer.”
“I…” Kate didn’t know what to say.
“Promise!” Rone insisted and his voice was little more than a growl now, his eyes almost pure silver. “Please, Kate—it’s coming forward. Taking over. I can’t…can’t…”
The sentence ended in a long, liquid howl that set the short hairs at the nape of Kate’s neck on end. Overhead, the full moons of G’neral finally completely overlapped and in their pure silver light she saw the man who was her husband—the man who she had forgotten but was beginning to love all over again—changing.
Rone had already taken off his shirt and now his muscular chest, which had always been so smooth, began to sprout hair.
Kate watched in horrified fascination, wondering if he would become as hairy as the other Beast-man who had chased her through the forest. But no, to her relief, Rone’s chest hair mostly confined itself to his well-defined pecs with a small trail leading down the front of his washboard abs and into the black flight trousers he still wore. The whiskers on his face seemed to get thicker too until he was wearing a short, scruffy beard that made him look dangerous—like seven miles of bad road, her mama would have said.
Well at least he didn’t grow a freaking fur coat like that other guy, Kate thought. In fact, Rone’s new look was kind of sexy in an animalistic way—if you liked guys with hairy chests. And Kate had never been opposed to them.
Of course, what she was opposed to, she reminded herself, as Rone turned pure silver eyes filled with lust on her, was being held down and taken against her will.
He made a low, questioning growl in the back of his throat and took a step towards her.
Kate took a step of her own, away from him, as her heart leaped up into her throat.
“Stay back,” he told the Beast, trying to keep her voice level and even. “Just stay back, okay? You and I weren’t ever supposed to meet so just leave me alone.”
The Beast made another inquiring noise and came towards her again. This time Kate held her ground. With a hand that trembled only a little, she raised her wilting bouquet of staybacks and thrust them directly into his face.
Rone’s Beast snarled and staggered back, pawing angrily at his face as the other Beast-man had done. Then he looked at Kate with an expression of distrust in his silver eyes.
“That’s right,” Kate told him in a shaking voice. “Just…just stay back or you’ll get more of the same. Don’t try to get up to anything and we’ll get along just fine.”
He growled softly and came towards her again.
Again Kate thrust the wilted bouquet in his face and again he stepped back…but not as far as before. And it only took a moment before he came for her again.
This time, Kate saw a kind of determination on his face. Rone might not be at home mentally right now but his Beast was clearly determined to get to know her…intimately.
And would that really be such a bad thing? whispered a little voice in the back of her head. Was it the voice of the Knowing?
What—letting Rone’s Beast rape me? Hell yes, it would, Kate told it sternly.
You can’t keep this up all night, the voice said reasonably and this time she knew it was the voice of the Knowing. It isn’t safe—you’re just going to make him angrier and angrier. And you know what happens if the Beast can’t breed…
“He’ll want to feed. Oh God,” Kate whispered to herself. “But what should I do?”
She didn’t often communicate so directly with the inner sense inside her. Most often it only surfaced to give her the occasional warning or allowed her to read people when she needed to. But this time it spoke directly to her.
Submit, Kate. Give yourself willingly.
“Like the girl in the book—the Volume of Submission?” Kate muttered. “I can’t…I couldn’t. I don’t…don’t know Rone well enough for this, let alone his Beast. I’m not ready—not yet.”
You may never be completely ready for something like this, The Knowing told her calmly. But the only way to get through this situation is to submit.
“But what about what Tante Corii said? That the Beast would be able to smell if I wasn’t madly in love with him? With Rone? I mean, I’m starting to care for him but I’m not in love with him—not yet.”
Yes, you are, whispered the Knowing. You just don’t remember it right now. But the Beast will scent your true emotions—the ones that are buried. Trust him, Kate…and trust yourself. You can do this. You have to. It’s the only way.
“The only way. The only way,” Kate muttered to herself. The Knowing had never steered her wrong and usually she listened to it without a second thought. But this…what it was telling her to do now was hard…harder than anything she’d ever had to do before.
A little distance away, the Beast Rone had become made a soft, inquiring growl and stepped towards her again. Kate raised the wilted bunch of stayback flowers once more and saw his pure silver eyes track her movements. A rumbling sound started deep in his chest and one corner of his sensuous mouth lifted in a snarl.
Kate had a choice to make here and she knew it. Either she could continue to try and keep the very determined Beast away from her all night using the wilting stayback flowers…or she could listen to the Knowing and give in to the inevitable. What should she do?
She lifted the flowers higher and Rone’s Beast growled again, its silver eyes filled with anger and mistrust. Kate made up her mind. Later she thought it was the hardest thing she’d ever done in her life, but she took a deep breath…and tossed the flowers away.
“It’s all right,” she said, kneeling down to rub her open palm against the grass to get rid of the scent of the staybacks. “Look…see? I don’t have them anymore.”
Standing slowly, she held out her open hands, palm up, just like the girl in the Volume of Submission had.
Rone’s Beast made a soft, uncertain growl in the back of his throat and eyed her suspiciously.
“Really, I don’t,” Kate told it earnestly. “They’re all gone. You…you can come over and see…see for yourself if you want to.”
Remembering another illustration from the book, she tugged at the neckline of the petal dress. It lowered easily and suddenly she felt the cool breeze on her bare breasts. Her nipples tightened immediately and she felt her heart beating like a jackhammer in her chest. But there was no backing down now.
“See?” she told Rone’s Beast. “Here I am…come see for yourself.”
He made another inquiring sound and came towards her again. Remembering that she shouldn’t stare him in the eyes, Kate looked away submissively as he towered over her, his broad, hairy chest level with her face.
This close to him, she could smell the rich, pheromone-laden aroma Rone had said was his Bonding Scent. In fact, Kate had never smelled it so strongly before—the dark, spicy, masculine fragrance seemed to overwhelm her senses and make her almost dizzy.
To her surprise, the scent seemed to calm her. It spoke to a part of her that her cognitive brain had forgotten—to the memories that were buried somewhere deep in her subconscious waiting, hopefully, to someday come out again.
Home…safety…need…love…lust…desire…pleasure…
Rone’s scent promised her all these things and more and Kate found herself responding to that promise, even though she wasn’t completely sure she wanted to.
Having ascertained that the stinging stayback flowers were nowhere to be found, Rone’s Beast leaned over her and sniffed her hair.
Only I guess I shouldn’t keep thinking of him as the Beast or Rone’s Beast, Kate told herself. He really is Rone…just in another form. A slightly hairier and wilder form but it’s still him…still the male I’m coming to care for. The one who loves me so much he’s willing to kill or die for me. He’s mine…and soon I’ll be his.
She hoped, anyway. Would Rone be willing to breed her in his new, mindless Beast form…or would he sense her uncertainty and want to feed on her instead?
Kate held her breath as he sniffed her hair and then pushed it aside to press his face against the side of her neck. This was the moment of truth. If the Beast—no, if Rone—didn’t like what he smelled, he would rip her throat out in a heartbeat.
He could do it, too—she had no doubt. The brilliant, silvery light of the converged moons showed that his teeth had grown longer and sharper. They were nowhere near as sharp as the modified tusks she’d seen in the picture of the wolf/bear beast the Wulven used to turn into before the Kindred had come. But they were still sharp enough and he was plenty strong enough to kill her with no trouble at all.
His breath was hot against the side of her throat. Then, he opened his mouth and she felt sharp, white teeth settle against her flesh, right at the juncture where her neck met her shoulder. Kate felt like her heart was trying to pound its way out of her ribs as the needle-like fangs sank into her flesh, lightly piercing the skin. Oh God, was he going to kill her now? Was he getting set to rip her throat out?
“Rone,” she whispered breathlessly and dared to put a hand to his broad, hairy chest. “Rone, please…that…that hurts.” She wasn’t trying to push him away—the Knowing warned her that would be a mistake—possibly a deadly one. Instead, she curled her fingers in the soft, wiry black hair that had grown between his pecs and stroked him gently. “Please,” she whispered. “Please, Rone, you’re hurting me. I know you don’t really want to hurt me. You…you love me, Rone. You’ve told me so over and over. Please.”
He growled softly and for a moment his teeth bit just a little deeper. Kate felt the warm trickle of blood running down her bare back and shoulder and cried out, unable to help herself. This was it—she was going to die. Rone’s Beast could sense that she didn’t remember him enough to love him and he was going to kill her here and now. He—
But just then the teeth withdrew and a gentle licking began. Kate held still in absolute shock as Rone bathed the bite wound he’d made tenderly with his warm, wet tongue.
When he finally pulled away, she dared to look. It was hard to see her own shoulder but she was able to tell that the wound was gone, as if it had never been. In its place was a prominently placed set of bite marks, already healed to silvery-white scars.
Understanding burst over her suddenly and she looked up at the Beast.
“Marking me—you were marking me, weren’t you?”
Rone made a soft growl that sounded almost like affirmation. His silver eyes blazed with possessiveness and Kate knew as surely as if he’d told her in words that he had had bitten her not to harm or cause pain but to show that she was his—totally and completely his.
“All…all right,” she whispered, still looking up at him. “I’m yours. Now what…what are you going to do with me?”
In answer, Rone lowered his head again but this time he didn’t sniff her neck or hair. Instead, he pressed his scratchy cheeks to the soft, bare slopes of her breasts.
Kate gave a little moan as she felt his hot breath against her sensitive flesh and then Rone was sucking one of her tight peaks, drawing deep and hard to get as much of her breast into his mouth as he could.
“Oh…God, Rone!” she gasped as he sucked hard against her nipple, a sweet, savage kiss that was filled with pure, animalistic lust.
When he released one nipple, he went immediately for the other and sucked it even harder. Kate felt the sharp sting of pain as his big mouth enveloped her, pulling her tight, sensitive peak deep into the hot cavern of his mouth. If the big Kindred had been in his right mind, Kate would have told him to back off a little. But there was no backing off the Beast. There was nothing she could do but try to relax in his tight, possessive hold and let him do as he pleased…let him suck her tender nipples as hard and as long as he wanted to.
She moaned softly in mingled pain and pleasure. Despite her fear and uncertainty, she had to admit this was turning her on. With each hard draw of his mouth on her sensitive peaks, showers of sparks seemed to travel through her, especially down to her pussy which was beginning to feel wet and swollen. The sensation was intense—almost more than Kate could bear. God, would it ever end? Would he ever be through?
At last, Rone seemed to be finished sucking her breasts. He pulled away from her and pawed at the petal dress she still wore.
You know what comes next, whispered the Knowing. Yes, she did. Remembering the Volume of Submission, Kate slipped off the lovely petal dress and let it fall in a soft heap at her feet. Then she stepped out of it and lay down on the grass, using the petal fabric as a kind of pillow. She bent her legs at the knee but kept them closed.
“All right,” she whispered to Rone. “Here I am. Do…do what you want.”
Rone gave a soft, lustful growl and suddenly he was on his hands and knees beside her. Kate tried to stay calm and still—it was important to let him know she was submitting to him, that she wasn’t going to try and get away before he took what he wanted from her.
Her knees were still closed though—she couldn’t bear to part them of her own volition. It was too scary…made her feel too vulnerable. The grass tickled her bare back and bottom and the breeze felt cool against her throbbing nipples. She shivered but Rone’s big form beside hers radiated heat like a furnace, drawing a line of fire down her side when he nudged her gently.
“Rone?” she whispered as he pressed his face to her hip and then followed the curve of her thigh until he came to her closed knees. “Rone, please…” But he was already trying to nudge his way between her legs and Kate remembered what he had told her—about how his Beast wanted to taste her so badly because he was addicted to her honey. Well, after the way he’d been sucking her nipples, she certainly felt wet enough. It was just scary to let such a huge male—one who had been reduced down to his most basic animal lusts—into such a delicate area.
Still, Rone was nudging her insistently and she knew she couldn’t hold him off for long.
“O…Okay,” she whispered in a shaky voice, letting her legs drift apart. “Only please…be gentle, okay? I’m really sensitive there…especially after the way you, uh, tasted me so long last night.”
Rone looked up at the soft, pleading sound of her voice. Kate wasn’t sure if he understood her words but he did seem to understand her tone. He gave a soft growl that was almost comforting and then spread her thighs wide and leaned in to taste her.
“Oh…oh!” Kate gasped as she felt his hot mouth connect with her swollen outer pussy. “Oh, Rone.”
She couldn’t tell if he was trying to be gentle or not—maybe he was at first but his need for her honey seemed to drive him wild. With a hungry rumble deep in his throat, he wrapped muscular arms around her thighs and split her wide.
Kate gasped as his tongue dragged over her slick core, spreading her pussy lips and delving deep to satiate his ruthless desire. He’d been so gentle and patient the night before, when he was showing her that she had nothing to fear from him. But this was a different Rone—this was a male who craved the flavor of her juices the way he craved his next breath of air. There was no stopping him and no appeasing him—no way to help herself.
“Please…please!” Kate moaned as he lashed her tender clit ruthlessly with his tongue, sending sparks of pleasure so intense it was scary throughout her entire body. “Please, Rone! It’s too much—too much!”
She tried to struggle against him but he only growled and held her tighter, his face buried hungrily between her thighs. Kate cried and bucked against him as the first orgasm was torn from her—rushing over her like a freight train you don’t see until it’s too late.
But the more she struggled, the tighter he held her. Kate moaned and scrabbled at the thick grass to either side of her to no avail. Rone only growled as he pressed his mouth hard against her sensitive pussy and lapped away the honey the sharp, hard come had drawn from her. Kate felt his long, hot tongue slide deep into her channel, delving deep to get every last bit of her juices. Then, at last, he lifted his head to look at her.
“Rone,” she whispered. There was nothing of the man she’d come to care for in his face. There was only wild hunger—a desire for her so deep she knew it wouldn’t be easily satiated. His mouth and jaw were shiny with her juices and his silver eyes were half-lidded with animal lust. He licked his lips and then lowered his head for more.
He’s not done yet, Kate realized. Might not be done for hours. The Beast loves my taste…he’ll do anything to get more of it.
So stop fighting him, whispered the voice of the Knowing. Stop fighting and just let go. There’s nothing else you can do.
Kate knew it was true. She was in the hands of a male who was determined to have her—to taste her for as long as he desired. And there was no reasoning with him—no way to ask him to back off or be gentle. All she could do was try to relax and be open to him—all she could do was open her pussy for his tongue and let him taste her until he was ready for something else.
Ready to fuck me, she thought and gave a little shiver. She wasn’t ready for that—not yet. But in the meantime, she took some deep breaths and tried to quell the panic that was trying to take her. All right—everything was going to be all right. Rone might get a little rough but he wouldn’t really hurt her—not even in his fur-form. The Beast just needed to taste her…and she needed to open her pussy for him and let him.
“All right,” she whispered as she felt the hot drag of his tongue over her swollen inner cunt again. “All right, Rone—do what you want to…what you need to. I won’t…won’t try to fight you.”
And as Rone sucked her swollen clit into his mouth and began to circle it over and over his hot tongue, she stopped pulling at the grass and buried her hands in his thick, shaggy black hair instead.
Rone’s Beast seemed to sense her submission because his tight grip, which had been bruising the sensitive flesh of her thighs, loosened a little and he settled down to a more leisurely lapping. Kate moaned and stroked his hair, pressing her hips up to meet his mouth. If she had to give in to the Beast, she would do it completely—would give him everything he needed until he had as much as he desired.
As she had when Rone had tasted her the night before, she lost track of how many times she came. She had the sense that Rone’s Beast had been waiting years for this opportunity—waiting to taste her for himself instead of using Rone as an intermediary—and he wasn’t eager to stop. He lapped her, sucking her clit into his mouth and lashing it with his tongue one moment and then gave her slow, gentle licks the next that nearly made her cry with pleasure at his unexpected tenderness.
Kate wasn’t sure if her body was responding to the big Kindred’s or not but her pussy never seemed to run out of honey. Between her legs, she was wet and hot and open, giving Rone’s Beast a seemingly endless supply of what he craved so badly.
It seemed to go on for hours but at last Rone unwound his long arms from around her legs and sat back on his heels.
Dazed from coming so hard and so often, Kate somehow made her way up into a kneeling position. The Beast was just sitting there, staring at her in the moonlight and she wondered what he was going to do next.
“What is it?” she whispered to him. “What do you want? What do you need?”
Then her eyes fell to his crotch. Rone had been shirtless but still wearing his trousers when she first came running into the small glade. Now Kate saw that he still had his trousers on but there was a large, thick ridge pressing against the tight black leather in a way that had to be painful.
Rone rubbed the ridge in his trousers with one hand and made a soft rumbling groan. Then he looked up at Kate, his silver eyes filled with a different kind of hunger.
Kate felt her breath coming short. Oh God, was he already ready to do that? To take her? No, there had to be something she could do to delay just a little longer. She was no longer trying to fight this but she was still frightened…still wanted a little more time to get ready to have that thick shaft deep inside her.
Then the pictures in the Volume of Submission came back to her again and she knew what she had to do.
“Hey, Rone,” she whispered, knee-walking over to him, the soft, cool grass whispering against her thighs. “Are you all right? Does this…does it hurt?” Very, very carefully, she put out a hand and stroked gently along the rigid shaft of flesh still encased in the tight black leather.
Rone groaned softly and thrust his hips at her, letting her know she was on the right path.
“All right,” she told him, using both hands this time to find the magno-tabs at the front which held the trousers together. “It’s all right. I’m going to take care of you…just like you took care of me.”
With hands that shook only a little, she managed to get the trousers undone and pulled them apart. Immediately his long, hard shaft sprang out. Kate gasped at its size. Yes, she’d seen him naked before and even handled him intimately during the shower the two of them had taken at Flame and Frost. But she was absolutely certain he was bigger this time and he hadn’t exactly been small to begin with.
Could it be that letting the Beast come forward actually increased the size of his cock? Kate had no other explanation for what she saw but she would swear that it was larger…much larger than it had been.
There’s no way I’m going to be able to fit all that in my mouth, she thought in dismay. Still, the book hadn’t said she actually had to deep throat him or anything—mainly it said she had to “taste his seed” before she had him inside her. Kate wasn’t sure why, but the Knowing was whispering to her that it was important.
“All right,” she said, looking up at Rone. “I’m going to make you feel good now—is that okay?”
In answer, he rose until he was standing over her and spread his legs. Kate stayed on her knees, which put his long, hard shaft at the level of her face. Oh God, was she really going to do this? Was she really going to taste him here and now? But what if she didn’t do it right? What if Rone’s Beast didn’t like her technique or got mad at her or…
Stop. Just do it.
Before she could talk herself out of it or give in to the fear, Kate leaned forward and pressed her cheek to one muscular thigh. Then she took his long, hot length in her hand and brought it to her face.
His skin was a soft and silky as she remembered and the broad, plum shaped head had a single drop of precum sitting on its tip. Kate found she wanted to taste that little drop of nectar. Would it be salty or sweet or bitter? Would she enjoy Rone’s taste as much as he obviously enjoyed hers?
But before she found out, she wanted to get to know him a little better. Leaning forward, she rubbed the long, hard, silky shaft against her cheek and breathed him in. His rich, spicy, masculine scent was stronger here and Kate found that she liked it—liked it a lot. God, how was it possible for anyone to smell this good? It made her want to rub against him again and again like a cat marking its territory.
“Mmm,” she heard herself practically purring.
Rone was making a low, rumbling sound that sounded almost like purring as well. Kate felt his large hands stroking her hair with rough tenderness and knew he was enjoying what she was doing.
Knowing that—knowing she was giving him pleasure—gave her the courage to go further, to try more. Taking his thick shaft firmly in one hand, she brought her lips to the tip of his flaring crown and gave him a gentle, open-mouthed kiss. As she did, she swiped her tongue over the tip of his shaft, tasting the little bead of precum she’d been eyeing earlier.
At once his flavor—salty, slightly bitter, and utterly delicious—exploded across her tongue. To her surprise, Kate found that she liked it—more than that—she craved it and wanted more. Was this how the Beast felt about her pussy honey? If so, Kate couldn’t blame him for holding her down until his need for her was satiated.
Eagerly, she took as much of the broad head as she could in her mouth and began to roll her tongue around its satiny, hot surface, trying to coax more of the delicious nectar from the tip of his cock.
Rone rumbled a soft groan and buried his big hands in her hair, urging her to take a little more of him as she sucked. Kate complied gladly. She couldn’t get much—he was simply too big. But she managed to get the broad head in her mouth and at least an inch or two of his long shaft. She caressed the rest of his thick length with her hands, fisting him gently but firmly as she bobbed her head and tried to take as much as she could.
Kate had never been much into blow jobs before so part of her was a little shocked at what was going on. God, can’t believe I’m doing this. Can’t believe I want to do this so badly.
But somehow she did. Rone was so big and hot and hard in her hands and mouth. Also, Kate couldn’t deny that she felt deliciously small and submissive, kneeling as she was before him to please him with her mouth. She just wondered how long it would take him to come…
And how much cum is he going to make? whispered a little thought in the back of her head. Remember when he was coming in the shower? He made so much it ran all over your hands. There’s no way you can swallow all that, Kate—it’ll choke you!
But she didn’t have time to get too worried. Above her she felt the big Kindred stiffen and his hands tightened in her hair. He didn’t force her to take him any deeper but he wasn’t letting her go, either. Clearly he meant for her to swallow.
Kate tensed a little but reminded herself that she needed to relax. It’s all right, she told herself. Just let it happen. Just let it…
And then a warm, wet spurt of something salty and delicious hit the back of her tongue. Kate moaned despite herself. It was like his precum but even better—almost like a version of his delicious Bonding Scent that she could actually taste. It was so completely Rone—the essence of the big Kindred that she was coming to care for so much—that Kate found she wanted more.
As she swallowed eagerly, Rone gave her what she wished for. But though Kate had been afraid that he would produce huge amounts of cum as he had in the shower, it wasn’t nearly as much as she’d feared. Also, the warm, salty spurts of cream seemed to come at intervals, not all at once. So she had time to swallow, and even savor his taste, completely before another hot jet of his essence filled her mouth. Kate drank him down eagerly and was almost disappointed when the big Kindred at last withdrew.
“Rone?” she asked thickly, looking up at him. “Are you finished? You’re not, are you?” For his cock was still long and thick and hard and the head of it was leaking a rivulet of cum that was silvery in the moonlight.
She reached for him again but Rone made a soft sound of denial and drew away. Then he just sat and looked at her. Suddenly, Kate understood what he wanted.
This was it. The moment of ultimate submission and there was no getting away from it. Her eyes couldn’t help flickering to the thick shaft still rising between his thighs. To her surprise, it seemed to grow even longer and thicker. Was that even possible? Was he actually getting even larger? She watched, her eyes wide with incomprehension and shock as he continued to grow until he was half again as big as he’d been while she was tasting him.
Though she’d been extremely eager to keep sucking him, Kate felt a shiver of fear and doubt go down her spine at the idea of taking that thick monster into her pussy.
He’s so big now, she thought, remembering how she hadn’t even been able to wrap her fingers all the way around his shaft. And that was before he’d grown in both length and girth! He’ll tear me in two with that thing! I can’t let him—I can’t!
Panic seemed to take her by the throat and she scrambled up off the ground and started to run. But she barely made it two steps before Rone caught her. Wrapping long arms like muscular iron bars around her, he brought her back down to the ground and pressed her down on her hands and knees in the cool grass.
“No, you don’t understand,” Kate babbled, looking over her shoulder to talk to him. “Please, you’re too big now. You…you’ll hurt me and you know you always promised never to hurt me, Rone! I know you don’t want that. So please…please…”
But the look on his face was uncomprehending. In his silver eyes she saw nothing but lust…a need for her so deep that nothing would satiate it but thrusting his long, thick shaft all the way into her tight depths until he filled her with his seed.
“Please!” Kate begged again in a broken whisper but he only wrapped long fingers around her waist and lifted her hips, spreading her thighs to ready her for his entry.
It’s all right. It’s going to be all right. The voice of the Knowing spoke suddenly in her head, making itself heard as clearly as it had when it told Kate to throw away the stayback blossoms in the first place.
Kate stilled her struggle and listened to it. It was the voice of wisdom, the voice of reason and it had never steered her wrong.
Are you sure? But how can he fit that in me? It’s too big—too much…I can’t…
You can and you will. Just relax and concentrate on being open, the Knowing told her. It’s all right, Kate—everything is going to be all right. Just relax and let him breed you.
Biting her lip, Kate tried to do as it said.
“All right,” she said, looking back at Rone again. “All right I…I’ll hold still and let you…let you take me. But please…please try to be gentle. Okay?”
Kate couldn’t tell if he understood her or not—his eyes were silver pools of lust. But he wasn’t rough with her as he spread her thighs, only firm and unyielding. It was clear he wasn’t letting her get away until he had done this to her—until he had filled her pussy completely with his cock, fucked her, and come deep inside her inner cunt.
Kate gave a little moan. She couldn’t believe what was happening. It seemed like only a few minutes ago she’d been safe in the bed at Tante Corii’s cottage tucked snugly under the red flower blanket. Now, here she was, kneeling naked in the middle of the forest with the cool blades of grass tickling against her naked breasts and tender nipples as Rone in his Beast form prepared to take her from behind. But there was nothing she could do about it—no way to get away. The only thing she could do was give herself to him—her only option was to spread her thighs and her pussy for the thick monster of his cock and let him thrust deep inside her to the hilt.
With a little moan of fear and submission, Kate lowered herself to her forearms as the girl in the Volume in Submission had. The new posture made her hips tilt back and she felt her pussy opening, the wet inner folds spreading completely to reveal the secret entrance of her sex to Rone’s Beast. Never had she felt so vulnerable and frightened and hot—yes hot—because despite her fear, there was something primal about the position she found herself in. Something she’d never experienced before and yet had longed for all her life without even knowing it.
“All right,” she whispered again. “I’m ready now. Take me.”
This time, it almost did seem as though Rone understood her. Or maybe it was just that he had been waiting for her final sign of submission. For whatever reason, Kate felt him looming over her and knew that the wait was over—he was going to take her…was going to breed her and there was nothing she could do but submit.
“Rone,” she whispered brokenly as she felt the broad head of his cock swipe over her tender folds and sensitive clit, only to come to rest at the trembling entrance of her pussy. “Rone, please…”
He gave a low growl and then she felt the massive shaft begin to slide inside her. First the crown breached her entrance and then the first thick inch of his cock followed.
Kate bit her lip and dropped her head even lower, trying to be open for him, trying to take the massive shaft that was entering her so relentlessly. She had never felt so stretched before, so opened.
Fear that he would hurt or tear her in some way made her want to tighten up but she understood instinctively that this was the worst thing she could possibly do. Biting her lip until it bled, she forced herself to spread her thighs even wider, trying to make room, trying to accommodate the Beast’s thick shaft.
And somehow, though Kate had been certain she couldn’t take anything so huge, she felt herself opening for him. It was almost as though her body knew what was happening and was helping her to adjust to the Beast’s extra girth. There was some pain but it was the stretching kind—a good kind, though Kate could scarcely believe it. It was as though her pussy had somehow recognized Rone’s cock and was welcoming him inside, wanting to take him deeper—as deep as he wanted and needed to go.
Kate moaned softly when she finally felt the broad head touch bottom inside her. God, had he actually managed to fit all of that thick cock into her pussy? Somehow, he had and now she expected him to start thrusting, pulling out and ramming back in to fill her and fuck her as hard as he could.
Instead, Rone held perfectly still, still buried to the hilt inside her. Kate shifted under him, wondering what was going on. Then, to her surprise, she felt something hot and wet at the end of her channel. God, was he coming in her? Coming without even thrusting first?
She wasn’t sure why or how but it seemed that he was. The hot rush that had started at the end of her channel soon bathed her entire inner cunt and then Kate felt something hot and wet dripping from between her thighs. Looking between her legs, she saw that his cum, silvery in the moonlight, was indeed leaking from her pussy even though Rone was still filling her to the hilt.
But even stranger, was the warm, supple feeling that seemed to spread throughout her entire pussy. It was almost as though it was helping her to stretch even more, to take him more easily. Kate moaned as his seed continued to spill into her. So much dripped out that she knew they must be wetting the little patch of grass between her thighs and yet still he kept coming, his cum filling her vulnerable pussy and bathing the end of her channel for what felt like forever until Kate thought she must be thoroughly saturated.
Then and only then did Rone at last begin to move inside her. He gripped her hips hard, his long fingers wrapping around her to hold her in place. Then he pulled his long, thick cock almost all the way out of her and thrust back in.
Kate gasped and moaned as the broad head hit the end of her channel. It wasn’t a gentle stroke either. The Beast, it seemed, had used all the gentleness when he had entered her so slowly, giving her time to adjust. Now he set up a hard, steady rhythm inside her that seemed designed to drive Kate wild.
She moaned again and again as he took her in long, hard thrusts, holding her firmly so there was no chance of escape, plundering her soft, vulnerable pussy with his thick cock, ramming deep inside her to take her as thoroughly as possible.
He’s marking me again—but in a different way this time, she realized deliriously as the sharp shocks of pleasure/pain went through her with each deep thrust. He’s filling me completely with himself, making sure no other male within a fifty mile radius will dare to come near me.
She’d come so many times when Rone was licking her, she had been certain she couldn’t orgasm again. But she had forgotten what Rone had told her about his cum inside her giving her longer and deeper orgasms. With each deep, punishing thrust inside her, she felt herself being pushed closer to the edge. And every time he rammed himself to the hilt inside her, his heavy testicles came forward, slapping against her swollen, sensitive clit and stimulating her even more.
Though she wasn’t even sure she wanted to come again, Kate felt another orgasm creeping up on her—a deeper one than she’d had when he was licking her. Then, suddenly, a more intense pleasure than any she’d ever felt before crashed over her like a tidal wave.
Kate moaned helplessly, her fingers scrabbling in the wet grass, her toes curling and her back arching. At the same time, she felt her inner walls clenching tight around Rone’s thick shaft, as if trying to milk even more cum from him.
Rone must have felt it too. With a low growl, he thrust to the root inside her and held steady. To her disbelief, Kate felt something hot and wet pumping deep inside her pussy. Was he really coming again? After all the he’d already come, how was it possible?
But there was no denying the hard, hot jets she felt against the end of her channel. It was almost as though he had found the entrance within her entrance—the very mouth of her womb—and was spurting directly against it, seeding her pussy with his cum in the most direct way possible.
Suddenly, Kate remembered what he had told her before—that breeding with the Beast was almost always a surefire way to get pregnant. Oh God, was that happening to her? Was he getting her pregnant right now? Was she…
And then another orgasm—an even deeper one—suddenly overtook her. Kate moaned in surprise and pleasure as she felt her inner walls rippling.
“Oh God,” she gasped brokenly. “Too good…too much. Rone, please…”
But the words died on her lips as an even more surprising sensation overtook her. Before she had felt as though Rone was coming directly against the mouth of her womb. Now she swore she could almost feel herself opening up inside to let the tip of his shaft enter even deeper. It was almost as though a hungry mouth had opened inside her and was sucking eagerly at the head of his shaft, just as she had sucked him between her lips earlier, trying to get more of his delicious precum and cum.
That’s crazy, she told herself uneasily, even as the strangely pleasurable sensation went on and on. It’s not possible, is it?
She looked between her legs again, trying to see. The brilliant moonlight overhead made it possible. Before, though she’d felt like Rone’s cock had been buried to the hilt inside her, at least an inch had still been outside as he took her. Now, Kate saw that he was all the way inside her. It was as though she’d needed to open up inside to take that final inch. But was the tip of his cock really spurting directly into her womb?
He was still holding steady inside her and Kate could still feel the hot wetness as jet after jet of his cum spilled into her, shooting from the tip of his cock deep inside her pussy. Meanwhile the incredibly intense orgasm seemed to go on and on and on until she almost couldn’t breathe, it felt so good.
Feels so good it hurts! she thought dizzily as the Beast held her down and bred her…held her down and filled her with his cum until it leaked from her pussy and formed a puddle in the grass beneath her and still he came and came and came…
Kate began to feel dizzy. It was too much—too much pleasure, too much sensation…too much. Huge black fireworks were exploding before her eyes and the brilliant moonlight from above was being eclipsed by shadows.
Please, she thought. Please, I can’t…
And then everything went black.