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  Isobel moaned a little but made a conscious effort to breathe deeply and relax her inner muscles. She found that when she wasn’t clenched tight with fear, the penetration went much more easily. Slowly he entered her, stretching her to the limit, until she felt the broad head of his cock kissing the mouth of her womb and knew he could get no deeper.

  “God, Hail,” she moaned brokenly. “You’re so big…so deep inside me.”

  The beast growled in reply and drew slowly out of her until only the head of his shaft rested inside her pussy. Then with a swift, hard lunge, he plowed forward, filling her again, making Isobel cry and arch her back as a bolt of jagged pleasure went through her.

  Random words went through her brain as Hail held her down and filled her, his thick cock stretching her helpless pussy with each thrust. Making love…fucking…plowing…breeding…

  That’s what he’s doing, she thought distractedly. He’s plowing my pussy for his seed—opening me up so he can shoot his come as deep inside me as he can—breeding me.

  She knew it was true and there was nothing she could do about it—nothing but spread her legs wider and tilt her pelvis back to take even more of his shaft deep in her pussy, nothing she could do but submit to his rough, delicious fucking until Hail was ready to shoot deep inside her.

  She moaned softly, brokenly, as the rough, luscious strokes of his cock inside her sent shivers of pleasure through her entire body. God, she’d never had sex this rough and yet, now that she was calm and open, it felt good—felt right to let Hail bury his thick shaft to the root inside her unresisting pussy—to let him breed her like this.

  “Hail,” she heard herself moaning as the rough, delicious fucking continued. “Oh God, Hail, please…please…”

  In response to her pleading moans, the beast began to thrust harder and faster. Though Isobel would have believed it was impossible, she began to feel another, deeper orgasm rising inside her. Part of the pleasure was from the way his heavy testicles swung up to slap against her throbbing clit with every pounding thrust but she knew that another part of the orgasm threatening to overcome her was the fact that she was helpless beneath a man she wanted, unable to escape his punishing strokes as he ravaged her pussy with his thick cock.

  “Hail!" she sobbed as the pleasure built higher and higher. Oh God, she was about to come—and it was going to be the deepest, most intense orgasm of her life—somehow Isobel knew it. “Hail,” she moaned…”Hail!”

  And then the orgasm was on her, the pleasure washing over her in a flood. She felt her inner muscles clench hard around his invading shaft, almost as if her pussy was milking him, trying to get his seed deep inside her.

  Hail and his beast seemed to feel her pleasure because he gripped her hips and thrust as deeply into her as he could. He held her there, impaled completely, his long, thick shaft filling her to the root and growled one word…

  “Mine.”

  Then something hot and wet jetted against the mouth of her womb and she knew he was coming in her, filling her with his seed, marking her as his own forever.

  “Yours, Hail,” she whispered and a sob rose in her throat. "That's right, I'm yours."

  The pleasure was simply too intense, too immense to contain any more. Isobel felt overwhelmed—completely mastered and taken in a way she never had been before. It was as though a little part of her had broken inside—not necessarily in a bad way but still she was different—fundamentally changed by what had just happened. It was hard to process—hard to even breathe as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

  “Hail,” she moaned. “Oh God, Hail…”

  And then she buried her face in her arms and sobbed.

  Chapter Ten

  When Hail finally regained control of himself, he was buried to the hilt in Isobel’s soft pussy and her shoulders were shaking with sobs.

  A cold and nameless horror filled him.

  “Goddess,” he muttered hoarsely, pulling out of her abruptly. “What have I done?”

  “H-hail?” Isobel’s breath hitched on his name as she turned her head to face him. Her lovely brown eyes were filled with tears and there were marks on her hips—finger-shaped marks.

  Goddess help me, I made those—or the beast did when he took over, Hail thought numbly. But the beast taking over was no excuse—this was his fault—his entirely.

  Should have controlled myself better—kept the beast from coming out in the first place. Gods, what else did I do? Closing his eyes, he was able to access the events of the last few minutes and what he saw horrified him completely.

  He watched as Isobel tried to get away from him, from his punishing grip and the painful, too-tight fit of his shaft in her soft, vulnerable pussy. And he saw himself as the beast holding her in place, forcing her to take more and more of him until at last she simply gave up and submitted, opening herself for him even though he was hurting her.

  I did that, he realized as his horror and dread mounted. I held her down and took her against her will. I put those tears in her eyes when I hurt her in the worst way possible.

  It was what he had always feared the most—the whole reason he refused to turn his emotion damper up past its medium setting. Thinking of his damper made him reach for the back of his neck. The overwhelming feelings of guilt and self-loathing were too much to bear—so intense he thought he might go mad if he couldn’t turn them off.

  But of course, the damper was gone, which was the cause of this whole mess in the first place. That and the animal lust he had inside which he’d vented on a helpless female.

  “Forgive me,” he said to Isobel, though he knew he deserved no such forgiveness. “I…I have no words…no excuses. I am not fit to live.”

  “Hail…” She had half turned now and, incredibly, she reached out a hand to him, though Hail would have thought she would want to get as far from him as possible and never see him again.

  “I should be punished,” he said in a low, toneless voice. “I—”

  “Attention test subjects,” came the high, annoying tone of their captors, blaring into his tortured mind. “Our genetic testing sequences have come back and it has come to our attention that the two of you are NOT of the same species.”

  “Of course we’re not.” Isobel sat up shakily and swiped at her tears. “I’m human and Hail is Kindred.” She cast a glance at him. “Mostly Kindred, anyway,” she added in a low voice.

  “Why did you not tell us this at once?” demanded the voice of the one called Grrn. “We were tasked with studying the mating habits of Kindred only. This error invalidates all the data we have collected! This whole study is useless!”

  “Now, Grrn,” the one called Fsst said reprovingly. “If you had waited for the results of the genetic tests in the first place, this entire mess would have been avoided. There is no point in blaming the test subjects.”

  “Still—they might have made it known they were different species,” Grrn grumbled.

  “So this was all for nothing?” Isobel demanded, sitting up in the round bed and glaring at the wall with wet eyes. “After everything you just put us through—”

  “We deeply regret any inconvenience—” Fsst began soothingly.

  “Inconvenience? Inconvenience?” roared Hail. Fury suddenly gripped him and he strode to the wall and pounded on it with his fists. “You little gray bastards, do you know what I’ve just done to the female I care for? Do you have any idea what kind of harm you caused? Do you?”

  “Hail…” Isobel’s voice was faint and frightened and when he turned his head, he saw she was huddled in the center of the huge bed with her knees drawn up to her chin. “Your beast,” she whispered when he looked at her. “Won’t he…if you let yourself get upset again…”

  The fear in his eyes cut him like a knife and he reminded himself that she had reason to be afraid of him—good reason.

  Taking a deep breath, Hail tried to calm himself.

  “Forgive me,” he said to her. “I…will not allow the beast to come out aga