Page 50 of Kameer's Mate
But it’s not happening like that.
I’m in a blissful state of agony, and no matter how many climaxes I have, it’s not enough. It’s never enough. I want more, and I want Kameer to pound me harder and deeper, even though I’m becoming so sore, I don’t know how I’ll move tomorrow.
His mind is open to me, fully open. It’s weird and exciting but also scary as fuck. I resist the urge to poke around as he continues pummeling me from behind, filling me with his seed over and over again.
I’ve lost count of how many times he’s erupted in my depths. Five? Six? I’m not sure, but his essence runs down my inner thighs in a steady flow.
My muscles ache from holding position bent over the bed, and tremors rush through me as I struggle to remain in place. I fear my legs might give out at any moment and I might tumble to the floor.
I won’t let you fall on the floor, pretty human.His chuckle is a teasing caress in my mind, an intimate touch that makes me melt. He loosens his grip in my hair and strokes my locks, then drags his nails down my back, causing me to lift my bottom higher.
I like seeing my marks on you, Mandy. He sends me a vision of how I appear to him, bent over the bed with my thighs parted wide, accepting a rapid pounding, my hair in disarray, and my upper arms inflamed. Twelve long scratch marks also decorate my back, one for each of his fingers.
He increases the pace of his drives into my center, and another quaking orgasm steals my breath. I struggle for air and cry out as the pleasure takes me under, and I whimper as his warm seed coats my insides once more. He roars through his own release, a deeply savage sound that probably would’ve frightened me just a few days ago.
But so much has changed in a short period of time.
I’ve gone from being conflicted about Kameer to realizing I couldn’t live without him. I’ve gone from wanting to escape him to dreading the thought of us being torn apart.
The thought of anything happening to him scares me to the depths of my soul, and I pray whoever is behind the attempts on his life is captured soon.
As he withdraws his appendage from my aching core, he sends me another wave of warmth through the bond, and Ibask in the comfort he’s offering me in the wake of my worried thoughts.
I expect him to plunge into my center again, but he lifts me in his arms and sinks down on the bed, holding me on his lap. His red eyes brim with excitement, and it takes me a few moments to realize he’s staring at my left upper arm. I follow his gaze and gasp at the sight.
The first ancestral marking has appeared.
I press a hand to his chest and trace the marking that mirrors the one on my arm. Our eyes meet.
At last, pretty human, we will share a heartbond.His growl echoes in my head, and I sense his relief over the formation of the bond. He’s relieved that the heartbond will make it easier to protect me.
He holds me close as we watch a second, third, and fourth marking appear on my arms in quick succession. The tingling and itching start to abate, though neither of our fevers have cooled yet. We’re still in the midst of the mating frenzy.
His scrotum vibrates beneath my center, and when I part my legs slightly, his upper appendage springs upward between my thighs. A drop of blue essence sparkles on the tip.
I reach for his shaft and take a firm grip on the base. His eyes momentarily roll back in his head, and his pleasure reaches me through the bond, a surge of pulsating heat tinged with bliss.
When I tighten my grip, his pleasure increases, and he emits a deep growl that rumbles through my insides.
Fluxx, Mandy. I am close to erupting just from your touch.
Curious, I stroke my hand up and down. He draws in a quick breath and his muscles tense, but I know I’m not hurting him because the bond allows me to detect his pleasure, and God, how it’s making me ache anew.
My pussy won’t stop spasming and I can’t cease squirming on his lap.
Part your thighs wider, pretty human.His eyes flare with need.Let me see your slick, swollen parts while you stroke me.
His crass words send a thrill through me, and I inch my thighs apart while keeping a tight hold on his upper appendage. His lower shaft rests beneath my bottom, and every few seconds, I feel it pulse as the vibrations of his scrotum increase.
I continue stroking him, wondering if it’s possible to cause him to climax with my hand alone. Though I’m certain he just heard my question, he doesn’t reply.
Without warning, he pushes me off his lap and crawls atop me on the bed. He swats at my inner thighs until I’m spread so wide my muscles ache. Then he grasps his appendages, taking one in each hand, and commences stroking. I watch, mesmerized, as his biceps flex with his exertions.
Keep holding that position, pretty human.His sharp order penetrates my mind, and I sense his urgency building as he pumps faster. He’s focused on my center, a ravenous gleam in his red eyes, and I glance down to find my folds are slick with my arousal and his essence which continues to leak from my core. My inner thighs are coated in his seed as well, some of it already drying.
I peer at each of my arms and shock reverberates through me. My entire left upper arm is now covered in his ancestral markings, and my right arm already has two markings. It’s happening fast. The heartbond is happening faster than I ever expected.
Kameer’s muscles tense and his nostrils flare. He tilts his head back and growls as torrents of seed abruptly gush from his appendages at the same time. He aims for my spread center, though some of his emissions hit my lower stomach and even my breasts.
