Page 28 of Forced to Mate By the Mad Scientist

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

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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 muchbetter,” 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 weresalty-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.

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