Enslaved (Brides of the Kindred Book 14) (41 page)

“Goddess, Thrace…” she whispered brokenly.

“Look at it—look at us in the mirror,” he
commanded, growling softly in her ear. “Watch me fill you, baby. Watch me
fuck
you.”

Trin’s eyes flew to the mirror on her wall and she felt
as though she was melting inside. Who was that girl with the creamy brown skin
and the long black hair? The girl seated on the huge Havoc’s lap with his thick
shaft piercing her to the core? Her breasts were heaving as she panted for
breath, her nipples tight and berry dark with need. Her eyes were half-lidded
with pleasure she couldn’t deny and her pussy was filled completely with her
male’s thick shaft.

“Fucking gorgeous,” Thrace murmured in her ear and
Trin watched, mesmerized as his big hands roved over her body, cupping her
breasts, twisting her nipples until she moaned. Then his fingers slid lower to
the place where they were joined.

“Thrace,”
she began but he was already talking again as he touched her.

“I love the contrast of my skin against yours,” he
whispered roughly in her ear. “Love the sight of my lighter shaft entering the
sweet, dark depths of your pussy. Watch.”

His long fingers spread her wide, opening her cunt,
showing the place where he filled her. Then with a long, slow movement, he withdrew
until only the head of his cock was still inside her.

Trin moaned breathlessly, entranced by the sight of
his shaft all slippery with her juices. It was a sight that was at once obscene
and beautiful and she felt she couldn’t have looked away even if watching what
they were doing together had made her go blind.

“Thrace,
please,” she whispered again. “I should…we shouldn’t be doing it this way. It
shouldn’t feel this way…this good.”

“Can’t help it baby—I want to make you feel good.
Need
to make you feel good. Like this…see?”

As she watched, he stuck two fingers in his mouth
to get them nice and wet, Reaching between her legs, he bracketed her throbbing
clit with them. As he slid his shaft slowly back into her pussy, the two
fingers began to slide up and down, caressing the sides of her sensitive little
pearl until she felt like every nerve in her body was on fire with need.

“Ahh!” she gasped as he pierced her to the core
again, all the time stroking her clit. “Oh Goddess, please…”

“Does it feel good, baby?” Thrace growled in her ear. “Feel
good to let me fuck you?”

“It…it does,” Trin gasped, her eyes still locked on
the mirror, watching the erotic show they were putting on together. “It does
but it should…it
shouldn’t.”

“It has to. Look, I didn’t want to tell you this
but you need to know—you have to come to be cured,” he said.

“I…I don’t understand,” Trin gasped. “Come to be
cured? What does that mean?”

“Means that in order to counteract the passion
berry wine, I need to pump my seed as deeply into your pussy as possible. If
you come while I’m filling you, the contractions of your inner walls will draw
my seed deep into your womb—which is where it needs to be in order for this to
work.”

“Deep in my…but what about forming a bond? And what
if I get…I mean, I’m not on any kind of contraception,” Trin protested.

“Can’t be helped,” Thrace growled. “We’ll have to
worry about the consequences later. Right now, we need to concentrate on saving
your life. Which means you need to work with me—not against me.”

Reluctantly, Trin saw the truth of his words. As
wrong as it felt, this would all be for nothing if he didn’t manage to heal her
of the passion berry wine’s toxic effects.

“All right,” she whispered. “What…what do I have to
do?”

“Squeeze me,” Thrace told her. “Use your inner
muscles to clench tight around my shaft. That should help you pull my seed even
deeper when I come in you. And work yourself on me—ride my cock.”

“How…”

“There’s a rhythm. Watch.” He began to roll his
hips, pulling almost all the way out of her and thrusting back in as he stroked
her clit. “Feel that?” he murmured in her ear. “Do you feel the rhythm of our
lovemaking?”

“I think so…” Experimentally, Trin raised herself
as he pulled out and lowered herself when he thrust back in. The result was
that the head of his cock kissed the mouth of her womb harder than expected,
making them both groan with the deep penetration.

“That’s it—you’ve got it. Keep it up,” Thrace
murmured, pulling out again. “And don’t forget to squeeze—milk me with your
inner cunt, baby. Help me come as deep inside your sweet, wet pussy as I can.”

“All…all right,” Trin whispered breathlessly.
Goddess
this is wrong, so wrong,
whispered the little voice in her head. But she
was no longer paying any attention to it. She told herself she couldn’t
afford
to pay any attention. She had to give herself to Thrace completely—had to let
herself go and fuck him back if she wanted to survive. And above all else, she
did
want to survive—otherwise she would have lay down and died instead of accepting
his shaft in her pussy.

Biting her lower lip with effort, she concentrated
on working herself up and down on his shaft, meeting and matching his rhythm as
she clenched and relaxed her inner muscles, trying her best to milk the seed
from his cock into her pussy.

“That’s right, baby,” Thrace murmured in her ear. He was
still stroking her clit with one hand and with the other, he was pinching and
twisting her swollen nipples. “Gods, look at how sexy you are, taking all of my
cock so deep in your sweet little cunt. Watch in the mirror as we fuck each
other, watch your pussy take my shaft to the hilt…so fucking
hot.”

Trin moaned helplessly, watching the two of them
fuck in the mirror. The girl with long, dark hair was rolling her hips in time
with the male’s thrusts, taking him as deeply as she could—her open pussy
accepting his bare shaft easily, almost greedily as though she couldn’t wait to
feel him coming inside her, filling her with his thick cum. Her breasts were
thrust out, her nipples tight and dark with need and she was panting as she
worked herself on his cock, worked hard for his pleasure and her own…

“Goddess,” she whispered. “Oh, Thrace…”

“Ride my cock,” he growled in her ear, stroking her
swollen clit even faster. “Ride me and help me come in you, baby.”

The erotic and forbidden sight in the mirror and
his hot wores almost as much as his thick shaft filling her finally drove Trin
over the edge. She felt her pleasure gathering once more and this time she
didn’t try to hold it back.

“Thrace,”
she wailed, feeling herself beginning to clench helplessly around him. “Thrace,
oh please…I think I’m…I’m going to…”

“That’s right baby,” he growled in her ear, picking
up the pace of his thrusting. “That’s right—come for me. Come for me so I can
fill you with my seed.”

Trin was helpless to disobey. With a low gasp, she
felt her orgasm overtaking her, felt the hot wave of pleasure washing over her
as her nipples tightened and her clit throbbed.

With a low groan, Thrace allowed her orgasm to
trigger his own. Gripping her hip with one hand, he pulled her down against him
and thrust up hard at the same time, pressing the head of his cock to the mouth
of her womb, getting as deeply into her pussy as he possibly could.

Trin cried out as she felt a hot, wet rush bathing
her core. She heard herself moaning as spurt after spurt of his seed jetted
deep inside her. Oh Goddess, this was so wrong—the final defilement! Yet there
was nothing she could do but take it, nothing she could do but spread her legs
wider and try to take him deeper, try to let his cum fill her as much as
possible to save her life.

And then Thrace wrapped both long, muscular
arms around her waist and pulled her even closer.

“I
love you, Trin,”
he whispered deep inside her head.
“Gods
help me, I love you so damn much…”

Chapter
Twenty-nine

Trin stiffened against him, not sure what to say.
Then she realized that Thrace’s
deep, growling voice had been coming from
inside
her head.

What
the hell?
she thought uncertainly.
That
can’t be right, can it? How could I hear his voice from
inside
my head? That’s impossible, right?

“Not
if we’re bonded,”
the big Havoc
murmured in her head.
“And though I don’t have much knowledge of this—since
I swore I would never bond myself to a female—I believe that is what this means.”

“Oh my Goddess, you heard what I was thinking? And
I can hear what you’re thinking?” Then what he had told her began to sink in.
“And that means we’re
bonded?”
She stared at him in the mirror they were
still facing.

“I’m sorry,” Thrace said aloud. He rubbed a hand
over his face. “I never meant for this to happen. I only wanted to heal you
from the effects of the passion berry wine. But feeling as I do for you…”

“Your feelings? What about
my
feelings? Did
you ever consider that?” Trin demanded. “What does this bond mean anyway? Is it
something we can break or—?”

“Already you want to break our bond?” He looked at
her with a mixture of grief and anger on his strong features.

“I’m just trying to understand what it means,” Trin
protested. “Please, Thrace—you
know I have feelings for you. I just didn’t expect…” Looking down she realized
they were still entwined with his still-hard shaft buried to the hilt in her
body. “Oh, my Goddess…I can’t…can’t talk like this.”

She started to get up but she couldn’t. She was
stuck
to him, with his thick shaft refusing to slide out of her pussy.

“Thrace?
What’s going on? What’s wrong with us? Why can’t I get off you?” Panic was
beginning to take over, clamping cold, clammy fingers around her throat.

“Relax,”
he murmured soothingly or it
would
have
been soothing if she wasn’t hearing him
inside
her head.
“I
understand this happens sometimes if a Havoc breaks his vow and decides to bond
with a female. It’s only temporary—this is simply my body trying to tie you to
me as closely as possible by continuing to fill you with my seed.”

“Your what doing what?” Trin squeaked. “And what do
you mean you
decided
to bond with me? I thought you said it was
involuntary!”

He sighed.
“It was. When I said I had decided I
meant my
body
decided for me.
Remember I told you that you had broken down all my barriers? That you had
eradicated my determination not to bond with a female?”

“Stop making excuses and
stop
talking inside
my head!” Trin made another unsuccessful attempt to get off of him but she was
still stuck to him like glue. Was he really still pumping her full of his seed?
That reminded her again that she wasn’t on any kind of contraception. Why, she
might be getting pregnant this very minute! And what would she do if the child
she conceived was male?

On Zetta Prime any female wishing to have a child
went to the Conception Center and chose what kind of sperm she wanted—in doing
so she was always assured of getting a female child. If Trin became pregnant
with a male, there would be no way to hide what she had done. No way to deny
that the child she was carrying had been conceived through intercourse with a
male instead of being artificially implanted into her womb. She would be a
disgrace to her family…her mother—what would her mother think of her? She would
think such a child was an abomination…

“I can hear everything you’re thinking you know,” Thrace
growled softly in her ear. “I’m sorry the idea of carrying my child upsets you
so much but could you please try not to think of our son as an
abomination?”

“I’m sorry—I’m just thinking of what my mother
would say!” Trin was beginning to feel hysterical. “I mean, if she saw me like
this and knew what we’ve been doing—”

“We were saving your life,
that’s
what we
were doing,” he shot back. “You agreed that was the most important thing,
didn’t you? To keep you from
dying?”

“Yes, but I didn’t know having you save my life
involved being permanently stuck to you—both literally and figuratively!” Trin
tried to get off him again and failed. “Oh my Goddess,
when
will I be
able get off you?”

“Not until my body finishes with yours,” he
growled. “I’m sorry—this isn’t a conscious decision on my part. If you’d just
hold still and stop wiggling we might be able to separate.”

“Separate physically, anyway.” Trin was beginning
to get really upset. “But what about this bond? What does it mean? Will I
always hear you inside my head? Will you always hear me? Will I never have any
mental privacy again? How does this work?”

“I don’t
know
exactly how it works.” Thrace
was beginning to sound frustrated. “I told you—Havoc don’t bond so it’s not
like I have a lot to go on. You know, among my people what we’ve done would be
as much a disgrace to me as it is to you but you don’t hear
me
thinking
about how we might be creating some kind of ‘abomination’ if you get pregnant
with my son.”

“Stop talking about me being pregnant!”
Trin
exclaimed.

“Why, because it means you’ll have to face the fact
that you let a male penetrate you and
fuck
you?” he demanded, sounding
really angry now. “Because you’ll have to sooner or later. You’ll have to
admit—”

“My most abject apologies my dear Havoc but I’m
afraid there is a personal call from Zetta Prime for your lovely paramour,”
Two’s voice interrupted him, coming from the viewscreen. “I hope you don’t
mind—I put it through a moment ago for you but there were some difficulties
with the connection—I think the caller could hear you but you were unable to
hear her.”

“Her? Her,
who?
Who’s calling? Who heard
us?” Panic was clutching Trin’s throat again. A caller from Zetta Prime? That
could only be—

“I’m fairly certain I have it right now, so here
she is,” Two continued, not answering her question. “Have fun catching up!”

Without further ado, the viewscreen flickered and a
familiar image appeared—a woman with pure silver hair and pale skin. She was
looking at them with large, dark eyes exactly like Trin’s own.

Trin stared at the viewscreen with a sinking
heart—it was her mother.