Kaitlyn couldn’t help feeling a little shocked—they had never done anything sexual with each other before, and they certainly hadn’t discussed doing anything like this earlier. But though she knew she ought to be outraged at the big Kindred for taking advantage of the situation, she found she was incredibly turned on instead. Maybe it was his Bonding Scent, which was filling her senses with his warm, masculine spice but instead of pulling away, she pressed forward, feeding more of her breast into his hot, eager mouth.
“Yes, your husband is very accommodating and accomplished, I see,” the Empress remarked, watching their display with lazy eyes. “Mmm, I do love to watch a couple so much in love that they can’t keep their hands—or their mouths—off each other,” she added.
“Braze is…he’s…he…” Kaitlyn couldn’t find the words. Because now the big Kindred was playing with her left nipple as he sucked the right—teasing and tugging it gently and sending sparks of pleasure straight down to the place between her thighs.
“I think I should like to see more of the two of you together before I make up my mind about the trade agreement,” Empress Shatezarra the Third said. “But just to be sure, first, let me see your husband’s equipment.”
“His…er…?” Kaitlyn was still feeling dazed—and extremely aroused.
“Have him stand and let me see his equipment.” The Empress sounded slightly impatient now, which got Kaitlyn moving.
“Braze—stop!” She tugged at his hair. “Come on—you need to stop and stand up now so the Empress can look at you.”
Reluctantly, she thought, the big Kindred let her nipple slip from his lips. He rose smoothly to his feet and Kaitlyn saw that the dark maroon fabric covering his cock was tented and there was a wet spot on it where the big Beast Kindred had clearly been leaking pre-cum.
“Ahh—look at that!” The Empress leaned forward—as far as she was able with the male concubine still between her thighs. “I can see that giving you pleasure also gives him pleasure—what a jewel of a man! Well—show me his shaft.”
Kaitlyn glanced up at her Protector, uncertain how to proceed. Should she really pull the panel of fabric aside and show the Empress his cock? Would that be going too far? Then again, he had just sucked her nipples without permission, so maybe she should just go for it.
She caught Braze’s golden eyes with her own and he didn’t seem worried or upset. So, her heart beating so hard she swore she could hear it in her own ears, Kaitlyn reached for the red fabric panel.
The throne room seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with incense that smelled of amber and something sweetly floral, underscored by the musk of arousal. The only sounds were the soft, wet noises coming from the Empress’s concubine as he licked her and the frantic beating of her own heart.
She grasped the fabric, her knuckles brushing against the hard, heated flesh beneath. A jolt went through her—sharp and electric. Taking a deep breath, she drew the cloth aside.
Braze’s cock sprang free, fully erect and utterly formidable.
Kaitlyn’s breath caught in her throat. She’d seen medical diagrams of Kindred anatomy and of course, she’d seen human equipment plenty of times, but nothing in her life had prepared her for the reality of an erect Beast Kindred cock.
It was a thick, heavy column of dark tan flesh, veined and pulsing with a life of its own. The head was a broad, smooth helmet, flushed a deep, ruddy bronze and already glistening with a bead of clear pre-cum that traced a slow path down its length. It was long—intimidatingly so—but it was the base of it that nearly stole her ability to think.
What the hell? she thought, her eyes fixing on the spot.
Just above where his heavy sac hung, his shaft swelled into a pronounced, fist-sized bulge. It wasn’t a subtle thickening—it was a pronounced knot—a biological feature that promised an intimacy that was utterly inescapable.
Because once that thing gets inside you, there’s no getting away until it goes down.
The thought made her blush and for some reason, the sight of the knot sent a fresh flood of heat between her own thighs, making the diaphanous skirt she wore feel suddenly far too thin and see-through.
Empress Shatezarra leaned forward, her rainbow-sheened skin catching the light from the glowing orbs floating near the vaulted ceiling. Her eyes, a luminous violet, widened with frank curiosity.
“Oh my,” she breathed, the ruby pendants on her nipples swaying. “What an impressive specimen. But what is that?” She pointed one slender, silver-tipped finger directly at the swollen knot.
Kaitlyn’s mind went blank. Her mouth opened, but only a faint sound emerged. She could feel the weight of Braze’s gaze on the side of her face…could sense the tension thrumming through his muscular form. But she couldn’t even begin to explain the swelling at the base of his cock—somehow her mouth just wouldn’t move.
“That is my Bonding Knot—also known as a Mating Fist, Your Highness.” Braze’s voice was a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated through the space between them. He didn’t sound ashamed, Kaitlyn thought—just matter-of-fact.
The Empress’s eyebrows climbed towards her hairline.
“And whatever is it for?”
“For Bonding,” he answered. “When my Mistress takes me—” He paused, and Kaitlyn heard the slight, deliberate correction, “—my wife, I mean—when she takes me and wants to Bond me to her, she has me thrust all the way inside her. Deep in her pussy.”
He looked at Kaitlyn as he spoke, holding her gaze with his own and the hot, dirty words and the mental images his deep voice invoked sent an erotic pulse through her entire body.
“You do, do you?” The Empress seemed intrigued.
“Yes. Then my knot swells until it binds the two of us together. We’ll be locked in place for as long as the Bonding lasts—which can sometimes take hours,” Braze said.
