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  As it turned out, she didn’t have to worry about being too aggressive—the big Kindred was as hot and needy as she was—if not hotter.

  “Spread your legs and raise that little skirt, baby,” he growled, his eyes flashing. “Wanna feel your sweet pussy. Need to see if you’re wet for me.”

  Whimpering with need, Brandi did as he said. She had on a tiny pair of pink lace panties and she was ashamed to see that they were nearly see-through from her juices. God, part of her couldn’t believe she was actually doing this but another part never wanted it to stop! It was hands-down the most erotic experience of her entire life.

  “Damn…” As before, the big Kindred took a moment just to admire the view. “Look at all the honey, you’re making, baby,” he growled. “I think you must be what the Blood Kindred call a numalla.”

  Numalla? What’s that? And I thought he was a Blood Kindred. Why is he talking about them like they’re a different branch of the Kindred than him?

  The questions flew through her head but before she could decide if she ought to ask any of them, the big Kindred slipped his fingers into the top of her lacy panties and slid them down to cup her pussy mound.

  “Oh!” Brandi gasped and bucked into his hand.

  “Like that, do you baby?” he growled softly. “Gods, you’re so fucking wet. I want to slide my cock inside you. Just…like…this.”

  As he spoke, Brandi felt two long, thick fingers breach her entrance and slide into her heated depths. At the same time, the broad pad of his thumb parted her pussy lips and began rubbing across her clit.

  Suddenly she was right on the edge. She’d always been a quick-starter in the sex department—she never would have gotten anything out of sex with Earl if she wasn’t. But the big Kindred was getting her hotter faster than she’d ever been before.

  “Oh!” Brandi gasped, wishing again that she knew what to call him. “Oh, God!”

  “Mmm, you’re so wet inside, baby.” The big Kindred stared at her hungrily as he continued to fuck her pussy with his thick fingers. “I can’t wait to have my cock in you. Right…here…” As he spoke he thrust up, hitting the end of her channel and pushing Brandi right over the edge.

  “Ahh!” she gasped as the orgasm hit her—it was hard and fast, causing her pussy to clench tight around his invading fingers which felt so damn good but still she wanted more…

  “Damn, sweetheart—you coming all ready?” he growled. “But we’re just getting started. “I haven’t even tasted your pussy yet!”

  Brandi bit her lip. Despite the waves of pleasure still cresting inside her, she really didn’t want him doing that. Earl had tried it once or twice and said she “tasted funny down there.” Brandi was afraid if the big Kindred had the same reaction, their encounter would be over. Besides, she felt uncomfortable at the thought of his mouth between her legs.

  “I don’t…don’t want you to do that,” she blurted.

  “What?” The massive Kindred frowned, looking confused. “You don’t want…aren’t you programmed to like being tasted? This is a Kindred Puppet House, right? Kindred need to eat pussy.”

  This was news to Brandi but she was also afraid he was getting suspicious.

  “I just meant…I don’t want to wait to have you inside me,” she said quickly. “Please…” She thrust her hips up, pressing hard against the two thick fingers still buried deep inside her. “Please, I want you…need you in me!’

  She might have been embarrassed to beg so shamelessly for sex under other circumstances, but she reminded herself again that she was a sex robot and she could act as shameless as she wanted. Besides, it really wasn’t an act—the first orgasm seemed to have only whetted her sexual appetite. She needed more.

  “Just wanted to taste your sweet pussy to help you open up for me, baby,” he growled softly, pulling his fingers slowly out of her pussy and her panties. “But I guess I can wait until after. Still, gotta have at least one little taste…”

  With a hungry growl, he sucked his fingers into his mouth, cleaning away every last bit of her pussy juice as though it was a rare treat.

  “Ah, Gods,” he groaned after he finally finished cleaning his fingers. “It’s been so fucking long—I forgot how good female honey can taste.”

  Brandi stared at him, wide-eyed. Maybe he really did like the taste. But she didn’t have long to consider this because a moment later, the big Kindred was tangling his thick fingers in the sides of her panties and tugging them down.

  “These have to come off, baby,” he explained in a soft growl. “So I can fill you up with my cock.”

  God, she loved the way he was so blunt about what he wanted and what he was going to do to her! Earl’s idea of dirty talk had been yelling, “Who’s your daddy!” at the top of his lungs when he was about to blow. Not very sexy, in Brandi’s opinion—certainly not anything like the way the big Kindred was talking to her.

  Lifting her hips, she let him slide the soaked lace panties down. Then she spread her legs and reached for him shamelessly.

  “Please,” she begged. “Please, I need you!”

  “Need you too, baby,” he growled. “But we need to take it slow. You might be just a puppet but I still don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t hurt me!” Brandi protested. But the next minute she had reason to change her opinion on that.

  The big Kindred opened the black leather trousers her was wearing and pulled out the biggest cock she’d ever seen—and that included porn vids.

  Holy crap! Brandi thought, her eyes widening. He’s got a freaking baseball bat between his legs! How does he even use that thing? And how is he going to use it on me?

  She suddenly remembered she hadn’t had sex in three years—she was practically a virgin again. Breaking her sexual dry spell with a man this big was like breaking a thirty day fast by eating an extra, extra, extra large pizza with everything on it.

  In other words, it was crazy and guaranteed to cause some kind of internal complications.

  “Like I said, going to go slow,” the big Kindred said firmly. “I don’t want the Mother Ship Kindred to start complaining I’m ruining their puppets.”

  He pressed between her legs and Brandi found herself flat on her back with her thighs spread wide, her open pussy defenseless and vulnerable to his massive cock. She bit back a gasp of protest as he leaned in to enter her…and bit her lip in surprise at what he did instead.

  Rather than ramming the entire thick length of his shaft deep inside her all at once, the big Kindred was rubbing just the flaring crown of his cock over the slippery inner folds of her pussy.

  Brandi moaned at the slick friction, her desire returning in a rush. She loved the feeling of him rubbing her clit and coating her naked pussy with his precum. Oh God, she really shouldn’t be doing this but it felt really good.

  Her fear seemed to melt away as he rubbed her over and over, patiently making certain to touch every part of her pussy with the head of his cock multiple times. She began to feel a pleasurable, tingling sensation and her pussy throbbed with need as the slow, sweet torture continued.

  “Please,” she begged finally. She couldn’t believe she was asking him to invade her pussy with that thick monster between his thighs but she suddenly felt so empty inside. And all the sliding and rubbing was making her so hot she could barely contain herself. “Please, I need you!”

  “All right, sweetheart—we’ll try it now,” he growled. “Just wanted to be sure I can get my mating fist inside you. I want to breed you deep.”

  Mating fist? Isn’t that the swelling at the base of the cock that Beast Kindred have? Is he a Beast Kindred then? But why does he have fangs?

  Just then, the big Kindred breached her entrance with the broad, flaring head of his cock and she completely lost her train of thought.

  Oh God, this is going to hurt—I know it is! There’s no way it can’t! whispered a panicked little voice in her head. But as the first thick inch of his shaft—and he was very thick—ent