Page 45 of Forced to Mate By the Mad Scientist

“Awhat?”Kross’s eyebrows shot up—he hadn’t seen this coming!

“A punishment,” Sylvia repeated.

Then, to his surprise, she rose to her feet, standing on the couch cushions. Still facing him, she lifted the skirt of her green dress, revealing white lace panties.

“Kiss me.” Her voice was slightly breathless and her cheeks were flushed. “Kiss my panties, Kross. That’s your punishment.”

Kross couldn’t believe his luck—only a thin panel of sheer lace was separating her sweet, soft pussy from his hungry tongue.

“Yes, Princess,” he growled and reached up to grab her hips again and pull her towards him.

“Uh-uh.” Sylvia slapped his hands away. “Keep your hands at your sides. You’ll get what I give you—understood?”

Kross felt yet another surge—gods if she kept this up, his cock was going to wear a hole in the fabric of his trousers!

“All right,” he murmured. “I’ll wait for you then.”

He didn’t have to wait for long. Before he knew it, Sylvia was leaning towards him, pressing her soft, lace-covered pussy mound against his face.

Her sweet scent was fucking intoxicating! Kross rubbed his face against her eagerly, wanting to mark her as his own as he inhaled deeply. Gods, he couldn’t wait to invade her with his tongue!

And why should he wait, he reasoned? The lace panel was thin and narrow. He could just slip his tongue in on the side to get a taste of her sweet juices.

He did exactly that, finding a way in and slipping his tongue deeply into her slit.

“Oh!” Sylvia gasped, looking down at him in surprised pleasure. When she saw what he was doing, Kross thought she might scold him at first. But then the tip of his tongue found the tight little button of her clit and she moaned and her hips jerked again. “Oh, Kross!” she exclaimed. “Isthatwhat you want?”

Kross didn’t have to answer because she was already reaching down to pull the lace panel to one side. She spread her thighs wider and suddenly he had full access to her tender flesh.

Goddess, she tasted good! Kross lapped her eagerly, sliding his tongue from the bottom of her slit all the way up to tease her clit again.

Sylvia moaned and threaded her small fingers through his hair. She pulled him forward with surprising force and Kross licked her more deeply, sliding his tongue low to gather her salty-sweet juices before teasing her clit again.

“Oh, Kross!” Her soft, throaty moans made him feel like he might come in his fucking trousers! Forgetting that he was supposed to be keeping his hands at his sides, he grabbed for her generous hips and tugged her forward.

Burying his face between her thighs, helosthimself in her.

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SYLVIE

“Oh…oh, my God!” Sylvie moaned. The feeling of the big Kindred’s tongue deep in her pussy sent shivers of pleasure down her spine and through her entire body. She loved how he was gripping her hips in his big hands and basically feasting on her, as though he couldn’t get enough.

She’d never had a man go down on her like Kross did. Oh, she’d had a few partners who were willing to “go downtown” back before she swore off dating, but it always felt like something they were doing as a favor—just a prequel to the main event of sex. With Kross, she got the feeling that going down on herwasthe main event.

But as good as it felt, she wanted more—she wanted to feel him inside her again, stretching her inner walls with his thickness. She wanted to take him deep—even his knot. The feeling of being so thoroughly penetrated was one thing she hadn’t been able to forget about their last sexual encounter and she wanted it again.

“Kross!” she moaned, tugging at his hair. “Kross, I want you in me—can’t…can’t wait anymore!”

It took a while to get his attention—he was so into teasing and tasting her and every time he swirled his tongue around herclit, Sylvie nearly lost her train of thought. Finally, though, she managed to tug his head up so she could look down into his changeable eyes, which were glowing reddish-purple with lust.

“Gods, baby, you taste so fuckinggood,” he growled hoarsely. His mouth was wet with her juices. “I could taste you all night!”

“But I don’t want you to,” Sylvie said breathlessly. “I want youinme, Kross—but you have to sit still and let me take you—not the other way around.”

His eyes flashed but as before, he seemed to like it when she got bossy.

“As you wish, Princess,” he murmured. He spread his hands. “I’m at your service. Use me however you want to.”

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