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“All right.” Emily let her thighs drift apart. “You can try to get it out. But I don’t know how you can—I swear it’s like somebody used superglue on me to keep it in or something.”

“That is probably more of the witch’s magic,” he said grimly. “Come, my
Khalla,
relax and let me see if I can help you.”

Emily let herself lay back on the bed as he spread her thighs even wider. She felt intensely vulnerable in this position but she knew Tragar wouldn’t hurt her. She couldn’t help biting her lip, however, when she felt his large, gentle fingers spreading her pussy lips wide.

“Hmm…” she heard him murmur and then the blunt tips of his fingers were sliding delicately around her swollen folds, tracing the cruel edges of the star-silver metal which had somehow embedded itself in her flesh. Emily would have expected this to hurt as her own touch had but, as before, the big Kindred’s hands on her felt gentle and soothing…healing and not painful at all.

She gave a soft sigh and felt some of the tension slipping from her as she relaxed under his hands. She felt certain he could help her…although she still didn’t know how, exactly.

“You’re correct,” he said after what seemed like a long time. “It seems almost glued inside you.”

“It does?” Emily looked up, frowning.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving the spot between her thighs. “But every glue has a solvent.”

“What solvent?” Emily asked warily.

Tragar looked up at her at last.

“I don’t know how much you know about Beast Kindred anatomy…”

Emily shook her head. “Not much. Are you, uh, different from other guys?”

“We are. We have a swelling at the base of our shafts called a ‘mating fist.’”

“You do?” Emily wondered where he was going with this.

“We do.” He nodded. “Anyway, in order for bonding sex to occur the mating fist must be all the way inside our female’s sacred passage. It is…quite large. No female could be open enough to receive it without help.”

“What
kind
of help?” Emily asked. She was beginning to feel distinctly nervous. What exactly did the big Kindred intend to do with her?

“The help of a chemical made by a Beast Kindred’s body— a compound which is present in all of our fluids.” He clearly saw the uncertainty growing on her face, but continued anyway. “It allows the female to open up and take her mate’s shaft fully inside her pussy.”

“Okay, so what does that have to do with me?” Emily was afraid she knew but she didn’t want to jump to any embarrassing conclusions.

He sighed. “I think if I could just lick—”

“No!” she said immediately, sitting up and closing her thighs. “No, I’m not comfortable with that at all.”

“You didn’t let me finish.” He sat back on his heels, frowning. “I was going to say, perhaps if I lick and suck my fingers and then trace around the edges of the base of the phallus, I might be able to loosen the seal.”

“You think that could work?” Emily looked at him, her eyes wide.

There was a grim look on Tragar’s face.

“If it doesn’t, I’m not certain what will. I have the chemical compounds needed to open you in my other fluids but I do not think you would enjoy allowing me to—”

“Allowing you to what?” Emily insisted.

“Never mind.” He shook his head. “Here, lie back and let me try to help you.”

Emily did as he said, her heart pounding as she watched him suck two long fingers into his mouth. He brought them out, slippery and wet and reached between her legs. She gasped when she felt his blunt fingertips stroking her pussy gently, tracing the circle of alien metal while somehow avoiding her throbbing clit.

“Is it helping?” she asked after a moment.

“Possibly.” He withdrew his fingers and put them back in his mouth. He gave a low groan and Emily saw him swallow convulsively—did he really enjoy her taste that much?

“Delicious,” he murmured hoarsely as he began stroking around the star-silver disk again. “So fucking delicious, my
Khalla
.”

“Umm…” Emily didn’t know what to say but knowing that he liked the way she tasted made her heart give a strange little leap in her chest. Not that she really wanted any man tasting her with his
tongue
or anything but still…

But as pleasurable as she found the process, it didn’t seem to be helping. After what seemed like a long time, Tragar looked up, a serious expression on his face.

“My
Khalla,
I have failed you.”

“You…what? But I thought you said it had to come out. Or I would…would…
”
Emily swallowed hard, hearing a dry click in her throat. “Or I would
die.”

“You will not die—I will not allow that to happen.” He stroked her inner thighs soothingly. “I simply need to use a stronger solvent. Forgive me,
Khalla
but I need…” He cleared his throat. “I think I need to use the fluid my shaft secretes before making love. It eases the way and has a much higher concentration of the opening compound than my saliva does.”

“So you want to…need to…rub your, uh…”

“I need to rub the head of my shaft against your open pussy,” he rumbled softly. “The star-silver device has loosened some but I do not think it will completely come free without a stronger dose of my body’s compound.”

“Really? You think that’s, uh, necessary?”

“If you fear that I would take advantage, please don’t. Your body is still not ready to be bred—you are only in the second stage of your
Tenrah.
But even if you were in your fourth stage, I am not worthy to possess your beauty. I will do only what is needful to free you of the star-silver, nothing more.”

His eyes were serious and drowning deep and Emily felt her heart give a little thump.

“All right,” she said. “I trust you, Tragar. But…not with me on my back, okay? I don’t want…I can’t have you on top of me while we do this. I just
can’t.”
It was the position she’d been in when Grayson had taken her against her will. The idea of being pinned down beneath a big, male body, even a body belonging to a man she trusted, threatened to push her over the edge into panic.

Understanding flashed in his golden eyes.

“Of course not. Come then…” He rose from his kneeling position and climbed back on the bed. Settling himself against the flowering headboard, he patted his thighs once more. Clearly he wanted her to get back into their original position, with her straddling him.

Emily came to him and did as he wanted, throwing one leg over his hips though it made her pussy feel open and vulnerable. Her full breasts still ached and throbbed. Now that she was fully committed to getting the star-silver shaft out of her, she hoped they could hurry up and get it done—she couldn’t stand the pain in her oversized chest much longer.

“Okay, how are we going to do this?” she asked, looking down at the thick bulge in the black leather trousers he wore. “Are you just going to, uh, whip it out and start rubbing it against me or what?”

“Given your history, I thought you might prefer to do it yourself,” Tragar rumbled softly.

“Oh, umm…okay. Actually, that’s a good idea.” Emily felt a surge of gratitude. He understood how uncomfortable this was for her—not just because it was awkward but because the last time she’d been anywhere near a male organ was with Grayson when he was hurting her.

“Very well…” Tragar spread his hands in invitation. “I am at your service, my
Khalla.”

“Thank you.” Somewhat awkwardly, she fumbled for his opening to his trousers. They seemed to be fastened with some kind of magnetic tabs which were difficult to work. But with a bit of helpful direction from the big Kindred, she finally got them open. When she did, she sucked in a long breath. “Holy crap!”

“Is there a problem?” Tragar frowned, clearly trying to understand her exclamation.

“No, problem. It’s just…you’re so
big.”
She stared down at the long, thick cock rising between them. It was as big around as her wrist and long enough to make any porn star back on Earth jealous as hell. At the very base of it was a swelling—a ring of flesh that surrounded him like a…
like a donut on a banana,
she thought and stifled an awed giggle. Was this the “mating fist” thing he’d been talking about?

“I am the normal size for one of my kind,” Tragar protested, still frowning. “I’m sorry if my size does not please you.”

“No, it’s not that—nothing like that,” Emily assured him hastily. “I guess I’m just wondering how any woman could
accommodate
you. Ever.”

“Through the use of the chemical compounds present in our fluids, as I told you.” He nodded at the broad, plum-shaped head of his cock where a bead of pre-cum was already forming. “Do you wish me to rub it against you…or do you want to do it yourself?”

“I’ll do it,” Emily decided. “Um…” Her hand hovered over the thick shaft. It seemed to pulse in the air between them and she could feel his heat even though she wasn’t touching him yet. “I don’t have much experience with this. I mean, aside from what…what Grayson did I only had one steady boyfriend in high school. So I don’t…don’t exactly know what to do. Is this all right?”

She curled her fingers lightly around the throbbing shaft and Tragar let out a low moan.

“Oh!” Emily snatched her hand back at once. “I’m so sorry! Did I hurt you?”

“It was not pain you gave me but pleasure.” Tragar’s eyes were half-lidded again and glowing like molten gold. “Forgive me, Emily. It’s just that it has been a long,
long
time since a female touched me there. And I never thought to have the pleasure of a
Khalla’s
caress.”

“I’ll try to be careful,” Emily promised. Gingerly, she wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft again. She liked the feel of him in her hand—his heat and the warm, spicy, masculine scent that rose from his flesh. Despite its throbbing rigidity, the skin of his shaft was incredibly soft—like the petals of a flower.

For a moment, she lost herself in the wonder of him, stroking gently up and down his hard length, enjoying the power she felt when she touched him. Even before the rape, sex had never been an empowering experience for her. Not that she’d had sex before Grayson but Jason, her boyfriend in high school, had convinced her to try a few things—all of which felt wrong and fell flat. But this…this was completely different.

I’m in the arms of a man who desires me…who wants me so much he can barely help himself,
she thought.
And he’s letting me take the lead…letting me explore him with no risk, no expectations.
It was a heady experience and she found herself getting more and more turned on, knowing that the big, muscular warrior who could have broken her in half with one hand was willing to open himself and allow her to explore his body. She liked the feel of him in her hand…and the power she felt when she drew those long, low groans from his throat.

At last, however, Tragar shifted beneath her.

“Emily,” he growled hoarsely. “My
Khalla,
please—I beg you to use me the way you need to and not tease me any longer. Your soft little hand on my shaft feels too damn good—I fear…fear I will lose control.”

“Oh, of course. I’m sorry.” Her cheeks burned as she realized she’d completely forgotten what she was supposed to be doing. She’d been so interested in exploring him, everything else had taken a backseat.
Time to get down to business.

Gripping his shaft gently, she rose up a little and pressed the broad head between her spread pussy lips. Immediately she felt a tingling sensation around the edges of where the base of the star-silver shaft was lodged in her channel. She gave a little moan and kept going, rubbing the spongy tip against her slick petals, stroking around and around the silver disk. Every once in awhile she couldn’t help rubbing him against her swollen clit too and every time she felt the tingling intensify. The pleasure was building in her again—that electrical charge looking for an outlet. Oh God, she was getting close here…so close…