Twisted: Brides of the Kindred 23 Read online

  At first Nicole thought it might be some kind of unnatural growth but after looking more closely, she could tell that it was part of him by the way it melded into the bottom part of his shaft—which was fully twice as thick as the top part.

  “Do Earth males not have shafts like mine?” Malik asked, obviously seeing her interest.

  “No, not exactly. They, uh…” Nikki cleared her throat. “The top half they do. I mean, the top part of your, uh equipment, looks like what I’m used to. But the bottom half is way thicker and this uh…what is that part called?” she asked, pointing at the swelling that rose on at mid-shaft.

  “Males on Earth have no pleasure ridge?” Malik looked surprised. “Then how do they stimulate a female’s clit when they make love to her? And how do they keep from bonding to a female every time they take one?”

  “We don’t bond, remember?” Nikki reminded him. “But no, they don’t have a, uh, pleasure ridge. What does it do?”

  “I am a Volt Kindred, which means I am able to generate and conduct electrical charges with my body,” Malik explained. “The pleasure ridge rubs against a female’s clit when I enter her and sends out a very low-level electrical charge—more of a vibration than anything else—to bring her pleasure.”

  “Wow, a built-in vibrator!” Nikki was really impressed. “That must feel amazing.”

  “That is not its only purpose though,” Malik told her. “It also keeps a female from sliding down too far on my shaft.”

  “I can see how it would,” Nikki murmured, thinking there was no way the bottom half of his cock—which was twice as thick as the top half—would ever fit into anybody. And even if it would, the pleasure ridge rising above the rest of the shaft would effectively stop anyone from sliding down onto the lower half of Malik’s huge shaft. She looked up at him. “So…you never want a woman to fully, uh, take you in when you’re making love with her?”

  “Not unless I intend to bond her to me,” Malik said seriously. “Then and only then will I enter her fully.”

  “Okay, but…how?” Nikki looked at his huge shaft doubtfully. “I mean, speaking for myself anyway, there’s no way the bottom half of you would fit.”

  “That is the second use of my pleasure ridge,” Malik told her. “It feels rigid to the touch but it is actually a reservoir which holds my bond-making fluid. When I am making love to a female I want to bond with, the first time I shoot inside her, the reservoir empties and the fluid flows into her.”

  “It does? And what does that do?” Nikki was fascinated by the strange but sexy details of his alien anatomy.

  “For one, it allows my ridge to go down so it no longer impedes full penetration,” he said. “And secondly, the bond-making fluid contains an elasticizing agent which allows the female I am making love with to stretch in order to accommodate my entire shaft, down to the root. That way I can fill her completely and the second time I come in her, I bond her to me.”

  “Wow, that’s…quite a process,” Nikki murmured. “So…have you ever done that? Uh, bonded someone to you?”

  He shook his head. “There was a female I was very much in love with back before…before the end.” A look of pain came into his silver eyes. “Havlah was her name. I had every intention of bonding with her but when we made love…” He shrugged, his broad shoulder rolling. “My pleasure ridge refused to release the bond-making fluid into her. So I was unable to achieve full penetration and bond her to me.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry,” Nikki said softly. “That must have been devastating.”

  “It was difficult,” Malik agreed soberly. “Now I think it must have been the Goddess’s will. If I had bonded Havlah to me, before the Knower took over, and then lost her, I would have been a broken male, if I lived at all. Kindred often do not survive the loss of their mates,” he added, in explanation. “And even if I had survived, I would have been unfit for the mission of restoring my planet.”

  “Wow…” Nikki didn’t know what to say about all this information but it occurred to her that they were just standing there talking when they ought to be getting ready. “Thank you for explaining everything so thoroughly,” she said to Malik. “But well…what next?”

  “Now you must oil my shaft and place the stay-hard band around the base to keep me erect,” he murmured. “Not that I would have any trouble maintaining an erection when I am with you, Mistress. But the social conventions must be obeyed.”

  “Oh—right.” Nikki nodded again. “So where is the, uh, shaft oil?” she asked, hoping that was what it was called.

  “My Mistress keeps it here—along with the punishment powder.” He put the powder in question back in the drawer and pulled out a small bottle of viscous purple oil and a stretchy black band which looked twice as big as any she had seen on the other slaves. Which made sense since Malik was so much bigger than any of them.

  Feeling surreal, Nikki held out her hand and let him pour a small amount of the thick, purple oil into her palm. The stuff was so dark it was almost black but when she dipped the fingers of her other hand in the little puddle in her palm, it felt smooth and silky and not sticky at all, as she had feared it would be.

  It was still hard to believe that she was about to stroke and rub the cock of a man she hadn’t even known the day before yesterday. But Nikki told herself to woman up. Malik wasn’t a stranger anymore—not after last night—even though they’d known each other such a short time. He had helped her get ready for the banquet—now it was her turn to help him.

  Taking a deep breath, she rubbed her hands together to spread the oil and then reached for him matter-of-factly.

  A deep trembling went through Malik’s big body when she began stroking the purple oil over his shaft but he didn’t make a noise. His cock—which had already been hard by the time she reached for it—was now starting to feel like a warm bar of iron under her hands. When her fingers slid over the pleasure ridge, she felt a little electrical tingle like a vibration.

  Oh—that’s right—built in vibrator, Nikki thought. Experimentally, she touched it again, rubbing her fingers up and down the ridge of flesh.

  Malik had been standing quietly as she worked on him but now he made a low, indistinct noise and shivered under her touch.

  “I’m sorry,” she said, pulling back at once. “Did I hurt you? Is that part too sensitive?”

  “It is sensitive but you did not hurt me,” Malik said in a strained voice. “It simply gives an intensely pleasurable sensation when you touch me there. Possibly akin to what you feel when I rub your sweet little clit.”

  “Oh, I see. I’ll be more careful then,” she promised and went back to her task of spreading the oil over every inch of him.

  She had to admit she was more than a little in awe of his shaft. It was hands-down the biggest male equipment she had ever seen and she wondered if Malik was going to pass out from all the blood rushing away from his head and into his engorged shaft. She only meant to stroke him up and down once—just to coat him in the oil—but somehow she found she was doing more than that. He felt so good in her hands—so right—and he was so long and hard. The bottom half took both her hands to encircle his immense thickness and it seemed to pulse in her fingers like a life thing.

  Malik’s trembling suddenly got more intense and she looked up at him.

  “I’m sorry—am I hurting you?” she asked uncertainly.

  “No.” His voice was tight and strained. “It’s just been…well over a full cycle since Mistress Hellenix allowed me to come. I am…trying to control myself lest I spill my seed all over you.”

  “Over a cycle? That’s like a year, right?” Nikki looked at him in awe. “That’s terrible! How do you stand it?”

  “It’s not an issue when I’m in chastity because I can’t get hard then,” he explained in a low, harsh voice. “But when I come out and my shaft is able to grow, I am filled with desire which can be…difficult to control.”

  “Who could blame you for being a little out of control after no