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Lendrex took a few more long licks, clearly taking his time and Lovely cried and writhed every time his tongue—which was black, Nox noticed, an odd contrast with his golden skin—dragged over her sensitive clit.
Though he tried not to, Nox couldn’t help imagining tying Seline to one of these tables to “harvest her honey.” The idea of his curvy little female moaning and yanking on the restraints and crying his name while she came on his tongue was so hot he had to shift from foot to foot because his shaft got almost unbearably hard.
Kindred males have a biological need to taste their females—Nox knew this cognitively. But this was the first time he had ever experienced the sensation that some called “the thirst”—the overwhelming need a Kindred warrior sometimes got to taste his female.
His fangs ached too and when he prodded one with the tip of his tongue experimentally, he winced—he had cut himself. His fangs had never been this sharp, he thought. And the knot at the base of his cock had never been so swollen with need to fill and to fuck—to Claim and to Bond.
No, have to stop thinking like this—have to stop having these feelings, he told himself desperately. This is a wholly inappropriate response—I shouldn’t be thinking of tasting Seline and Bonding her to me.
But no matter how he admonished himself, his head was full of pornographic images he couldn’t seem to get rid of and all of them featured his curvy coworker.
At last Lendrex seemed to have enough of tasting Lovely. He rose and pushed the floating stool away so that he could close the bottom half of the table. Then he unfastened her manacles and pulled the suction cups off her breasts.
“Hmm, not much nectar yet,” he remarked, looking at the collection reservoir on the side of the metal table. “But in a few days your breasts should swell with it—then we can do this again.”
“If you don’t suck it all out of me beforehand, Master.” Lovely giggled.
“Yes, indeed.” Lendrex nodded. “Usually our females here are on regular Harvesting schedules,” he explained to Nox, as though he’d asked. “But they do sometimes have what we call “Needing” periods where they need to take fluids in or release them.”
“Fluids?” Nox asked, frowning.
“Well, breast nectar for one—pussy honey for another,” Lendrex explained. “But they’ll also sometimes develop the need for male seed. It’s all part of the cycle that gets them ready for Breeding. Which brings us to the other side of our room here.”
He led them to the left side of the large room where there were more padded tables, again with manacles on both ends. This time, however, he didn’t ask Lovely to participate because another couple had come into the room.
“Oh—sorry, Boss,” the male with silver scales said, starting to back away when he saw Lendrex. “Tima here has been aching to be bred but we can come back later if you’re busy.”
“Not at all, Fin’dle—a breeding can’t wait, as we all know. And in fact, I was just about to explain how we breed our females to my guest, here—Master Nox,” he added, nodding at Nox. “You coming in at this time is quite fortuitous.” He made a motion to the metal breeding table they’d been standing beside. “Hurry up about it,” he added.
“Of course, Boss. Tima, get up on the Breeding table,” he commanded. “The Boss wants to see you get bred.”
He didn’t have to ask the female he was with twice. She scrambled eagerly up on the table and positioned herself on her hands and knees. She moaned and wiggled her hips invitingly—she seemed eager, almost desperate to be bred, Nox thought.
“Now watch,” Lendrex instructed him as the male got onto the table on his knees behind her. “Watch as he swells her belly with life.”
No sooner had he said the words than the male unfastened his trousers and plunged his long, hard cock deep in the willing female’s pussy. He gripped her hips and began to pound into her—giving her almost as rough a fucking as the “ghosts” in the Box had given the other, purple-skinned female.
The female under him threw back her head and moaned—a high, wild, keening sound that made the hair at the back of Nox’s neck stand up. Again he thought she seemed more than eager—there was a desperation in that sound that set his nerves on edge.
He had one arm protectively around Seline and he glanced down to see her reaction to this display. Her big brown eyes were wide as she watched and she shifted from foot to foot, as though the sight made her uncomfortable, but she somehow couldn’t bear to look away.
“Are you all right?” he murmured, leaning down to speak in her ear.
“Yes, but…he’s, uh, fucking her so hard.” Her voice was soft and breathless and her eyes never left the display as they watched.
