Releasing the Dragon (Brides of the Kindred) Read online

  “So good, my sweet teeska,” Dru murmured, stroking her trembling back with one hand as he thrust gently in and out of her rosebud with his finger. “Such a good little x’aan-chow to open yourself for your master this way.”

  “Ohhhh,” Annie moaned as he withdrew for a moment, then returned with more lube, using two fingers this time. “Oh God, that feels strange but…”

  “But what?” Dru coaxed, scissoring his fingers gently inside her to stretch her more.

  “But good,” she admitted in a low voice. God, she never would have imagined she would like to have this part of her body touched or played with. But Dru was being so gentle as he opened her and the warmth radiating from his hands was so delicious, she could feel her pussy practically dripping with need.

  Wish he was going to put the tail in me there, she thought as he stroked even deeper into her back passage. Wish he was going to fill me up but not just with his fingers… Wait, was this making her horny? Being treated like a sex-pet and letting Dru touch her in a place she’d never thought she wanted to be touched?

  The wetness between her thighs and the way her pussy throbbed was all the answer she needed. Dru seemed to see her state of arousal too.

  “Gods, teeska,” he murmured hoarsely. “Look how wet and swollen your little pussy is. I was going to put some of the lubrication from the bottle on the end of the tail before I inserted it but now I think it might be better to use some of your own natural wetness.”

  Annie bit her lip, thinking of how she’d just been wishing he would fill her pussy instead of her ass. Somehow the healing warmth of his hands and the gentle, intimate way he was touching her had turned what had been an embarrassing experience into an erotic one. She wasn’t even thinking of the parrot-man anymore. He had stepped back, out of her line of sight and for Annie, the only other person in the room was Dru.

  “Yes, please,” she whispered, looking up at him. “Rub…rub it against me there—between my legs.”

  “Against your hot little pussy, you mean?” he growled softly. Grasping the furry tail, he rubbed the smooth, bulbous end of it against her outer pussy lips.

  Annie moaned and arched her back, feeling her outer lips part to reveal her swollen, inner folds. The end of the tail slipped easily into her wetness and she gasped as she felt it rubbing against her tender clit.

  God, how long had it been since a man had touched her there?

  Too long, she admitted to herself. And the cat tail felt so good against her needy pussy—she just wished it was Dru’s long fingers instead.

  Speaking of the big Kindred, there was a definite bulge in his tight leather trousers and a low, lustful growl in his voice when he spoke.

  “You’re doing wonderfully, teeska, but I’d like to get this just a little wetter before I put it into your soft little behind. Maybe I should—”

  “Do it!” she gasped, not even letting him finish his sentence. Tilting her ass even more, she opened her pussy for him—begging mutely to be filled.

  Dru gave a low growl and thrust the thick, bulbous plug deep into her slippery opening, filling her pussy all the way to the hilt.

  Annie gasped as he bottomed out inside her, feeling her pussy grip the plug as she ground back against him. God, when had she become such a wanton sex kitten?

  Maybe since I grew ears and a tail, she thought to herself and started to laugh—though the laugh came out as more of a groan as Dru pulled back and thrust into her again, fucking her with the plug.

  “Dru!” she gasped. “Dru, please! I want…I need…”

  “I know what you need, teeska.” His voice had that deep, double growl in it again which made her wonder if his Drake was coming close to the surface. “But I cannot give it to you now.”

  To her intense disappointment, Annie felt him pull the plug out of her pussy and place it on her rosebud instead.

  “Are you ready, Annie?” he asked in that low, harsh voice. “Ready to wear your tail properly? It is certainly wet enough to slide in easily now.”

  Annie wanted to complain that he’d left her hanging—that her clit was throbbing with need and her pussy felt empty. But she reminded herself again that she was nothing but a pet here—a sex pet—and she had to at least appear to obey her master.

  “I…I guess so,” she whispered. “Go…go ahead and put it in, Dru.”

  “Relax, teeska,” he murmured. “Just relax and let your ass take the plug as easily as your sweet pussy did.”

  And with those words, Annie felt the plug-end of the tail sliding gently and smoothly into her ass, her rosebud parting for the thick invader with surprising ease.

  “Oh…” she whispered when it was finally seated inside her.

  “Does it feel all right?” Dru looked at her anxiously. “Does it hurt, Annie?”

  “No…it just feels strange. Almost like it’s a real part of me—like the ears.”

  “Because it is, my dear!” The parrot-man came back into view, reminding Annie abruptly that he must have been watching the whole time that Dru had fucked her with the sex toy end of the tail. The thought was horribly embarrassing and yet…kind of erotic too.

  We have an audience, she thought. Why doesn’t that bother me more? Am I some kind of closet exhibitionist?

  Possibly. But for now, she needed to concentrate on what the parrot-man was saying, not the fact that he had been watching her and Dru get kinky together.

  “Swish your tail, my dear,” he told Annie excitedly. “Go on—do it. You should find it as easy as wiggling your new ears.”

  Experimentally, Annie tried directing the tail to swish from side to side. The tail—which was about as long as her arm from wrist to shoulder—did as she asked without hesitation. Just like the ears, it was now a part of her. It swished and curled around her legs and stood up, as stiff and straight as a bottle brush, when she told it to.

  “This is amazing,” she whispered, as she watched in the mirror the parrot-man held in front of her. “I can really feel it—I have a real tail.”

  “Now that it’s acclimated to you, it will be much easier to, ah, remove and insert,” the parrot-man said delicately. “And now for your collar!”

  “Collar?” Annie asked but he was already reaching into the storage bin again and pulling out a brightly colored collar. It looked a little like those neon-tube necklaces you buy to wear clubbing, Annie thought. The long tubes you break to create a chemical reaction that makes them glow. Only this one was glowing already and the light coming from it was distinctly purple.

  “You did wish her in a purple collar, correct?” the parrot-man asked, looking up at Dru.

  The big Kindred, who was wiping his hands with some kind of thin cleaning cloth, nodded.

  “Yes—purple is the only proper color for her. I will not allow anyone else to touch her.”

  At last what they were saying began to make sense to Annie.

  “Oh, is there some kind of color code around here?”

  “But of course, my dear,” the parrot-man said. “A red collar means a x’aan-chow is available for anyone to play with. A white collar means she is a virgin…a blue collar means she is available to play with but her master must be involved in the play and there are –oh—so many more.”

  “So what does a purple collar mean then?” Annie asked, looking up at Dru.

  “It means if you touch my female I will break your fucking hand.” There was a low, possessive growl in his voice and for a moment, his eyes slit open and showed the golden-red fire within.

  “Oh,” Annie whispered. As always, when his Drake made an appearance, either through its deep, growling voice or the slitted, flaming eyes, she was both fascinated and alarmed. Danger! screamed the rational part of her mind but there was another part—a deeper part—that wanted more…that wanted to reach out and touch the beast that Dru kept chained within him.

  But that will never happen, she reminded herself. He’s said over and over again that he can’t let it out—that letting it esca