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  “A-all right,” Tark growled, though it was apparent he wasn’t happy with the situation. He lay still, holding most of his weight off of Chloe by resting on his forearms. Clearly he didn’t want her to feel crushed, which was nice and considerate of him.

  But nice and considerate or not, he’s still buried balls-deep inside you, whispered a panicked little voice. Or no—not quite that deep. Because the flaring ridge around the base of his shaft was still outside her, thank goodness!

  It’s all right, Chloe tried to reassure herself. Yes, it’s frightening and confusing and it feels right and wrong and good and bad all at the same time but as long as he keeps that big scary part out of me and we’re not moving I’ll be okay. I mean, this is super awkward, but it’s not like he’s doing it on purpose. We can get past this, I just have to breathe.

  Breathe and try to ignore how good it felt to have him pressing against her clit, that was. But Chloe tried hard not to think about that. Instead, she closed her eyes and concentrated on deep yoga breaths—in and out through the nose.

  Calm…calm…I am here…I have arrived…I am calm, she told herself.

  But the gella mattress beneath her didn’t seem to like the fact that she and Tark weren’t moving. It began swaying and rocking and at the same time, a long, clear arm of it looped around Tark’s lean hips, pressing him down as the Jell-O like material beneath Chloe pressed her up to meet him.

  “Oh!” she moaned, unable to help herself. Her calm shattered completely and her heart began to race. She knew it wasn’t the big Kindred’s fault but he was filling her…fucking her whether he wanted to or not.

  “Sorry! G-goddess damn it!” Tark sounded really distressed. He was struggling with the loop of gella which was holding him down and forcing his hips to thrust but without any success. The moment he squeezed the loop in two and broke it with his hand, it simply formed again in a slightly different place and continued its motion as the surface beneath Chloe continued as well, tilting her hips up to him and spreading her thighs wide to take the big Kindred’s shaft deep in her pussy.

  “Oh, you’re…the mattress, it…it’s making us…oh!” Chloe gasped. She had never felt so opened in her life—so stretched. If she hadn’t been incredibly wet to start with from the way he’d been rubbing against her clit, there was no way she could have taken the big Kindred so deep in her pussy without pain.

  And he’s not even all the way in, whispered that little voice in her head. If you’re not careful and he gets that other part in you—the really wide thick part—you’ll never get free!

  The little voice caused panic to swell inside her and Chloe put her hands to the big Kindred’s muscular chest, trying vainly to hold him off, at least a little.

  “Please,” she gasped as she felt the thickness at his base began to breach her again. “Please, not…not all the way inside me! And don’t…don’t come in me, Tark—I’m not on birth control!”

  “I’ll t-try to keep my m-mating fist from breaching you,” the big Kindred growled. “B-but I can’t promise n-not to come. You’re so damn tight, Chloe.” His eyes were glowing a brighter gold than she’d ever seen them and she could feel his thickness swelling inside her as the gella mattress forced him to fuck her.

  “But…” Chloe bit her lip. To be honest, she was close to orgasm herself. The way he was pressing against her clit with each deep thrust was pushing her there, filling her with illicit pleasure that she couldn’t fight or ignore. After all, it wasn’t like she didn’t like the big Kindred or find him attractive—quite the opposite in fact. It was just that she didn’t feel ready to take this step with him yet. But the gella mattress was forcing her to take it, ready or not.

  “Chloe, I…I’m t-rying,” Tark grated and she could see by the set of his jaw and the way his hands were fisted on either side of her head how hard he was working to keep the base of his shaft from going into her—although how she could even begin to stretch to accommodate him there she couldn’t imagine. “Sorry—C-can’t…help…”

  And then the gella mattress changed positions again—just a subtle shift this time but it seemed to make Tark’s thickness press something inside her—some pleasure center she hadn’t even known she’d had. Maybe her G-spot? Or some other elusive pleasure button all the women’s magazines claimed women had but which Chloe had never actually found on her own.

  Whatever it was, suddenly, Chloe was coming. She didn’t want to come—didn’t want it at all. This orgasm was being forced from her courtesy of the freaking gella mattress.

  But when you come down to it, orgasm is a physical response to stimulation. And Chloe was more than stimulated by the big Kindred’s warm, animal scent filling her senses and his massive shaft stretching her little pussy wide.

  With a low moan, she felt herself tilting over the edge of pleasure, her inner muscles contracting helplessly around Tark’s thickness, almost as though she was milking him…urging him to fill her with his seed.

  “Chloe…” her name was a deep, agonized cry on his lips. “Can’t…stop.”

  Then she felt his shaft grow even thicker inside her—if that was possible—and something hot and wet was spurting deep in her pussy, filling her up with his heat and seed.

  To Chloe’s dismay, this feeling of being filled somehow triggered a second orgasm. She felt her pussy contracting again, sucking and pulling at the thick shaft penetrating her to the core, almost as though it was drinking him in and begging for more…as though it was trying to stimulate the big Kindred to come even more—to fill her with even more of his seed.

  “No!” she gasped, even as her body shouted the opposite and her back arched in illicit pleasure. “No, I can’t…I don’t want to get pregnant right now! I can’t do this—we can’t do this!”

  But there seemed to be no stopping the river of come that was flowing into her hungry womb. Tark’s massive shaft kept pumping inside her even as he was clearly trying to pull out. Chloe could feel it leaking out of her, wetting her thighs, and still he kept coming, filling her to the brim and overflowing. God, would he ever stop?

  Finally, he did. And, as though the gella mattress sensed its work was done, it suddenly let him up.

  Tark rolled off her at once and onto his back, panting with effort, his broad chest heaving like a bellows. Clearly it had taken all his strength just to keep the swelling at the base of his cock—his mating fist as he called it—out of her. But Chloe could hardly feel happy about that when she looked down and saw the river of his seed that was wetting her thighs.

  Get up! shrieked a little voice in her head. Go get cleaned up—washed up—now! Maybe you can wash it off you—out of you!

  It was probably a ridiculous idea. Tark had filled her with so much of his seed her entire womb was probably flooded with it. But Chloe couldn’t help trying.

  “Chloe,” he began in a low, grating voice. “S-sorry…don’t worry about…b-baby. Can’t h-have one if we aren’t b-bonded.”

  Chloe had no idea what he was talking about—his words didn’t seem to make any sense.

  “I have to go,” she said, struggling to her feet. The minute she got in an upright position, even more of his creamy seed came gushing out of her, wetting her thighs shamefully. God, was she really going to have to do the walk of shame nude? Where was her robe-dress when she needed it?

  As if in answer to her thoughts, the dress, which had melted away, suddenly reformed. Chloe took it as her cue to escape from the cubby.

  “Have to go,” she said and then called up to the podium where Monk Aaroni was still standing. “Excuse me—I’m sorry to interrupt class but I really need to use the, uh, facilities.”

  “Oh, of course, my child.” He nodded and made a gesture with one hand. At once, the heavy metal door swung open and Chloe was free to go. She spared one last glance over her shoulder and saw that Tark had an anguished, self-loathing look on his face.

  She felt a flash of sympathy. He hadn’t done this on purpose—it wasn’t his fault.