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“Like this, my
Khalla,”
he murmured, urging her to spread her thighs while he knelt behind her.

“What…what are you doing?” Emily asked breathlessly, looking over her shoulder to try and see what was going on. “Why like this? From behind?”

“Breeding is an animalistic instinct,” Tragar explained in a low voice. “Some say a
Khalla’s
needs make her almost mindless in some ways—being taken from behind helps ease the need and satisfy her most primal cravings.”

“So you’re going to…to take me this way?” Emily asked, her heart pounding. “I thought you were just going to taste me.”

“I am.” He stroked one large, warm hand down her bare back soothingly. “We will be locked together for hours once my mating fist enters you—I’ll want to look into your eyes then. But for now, this position helps you to release some of your animalistic need. So relax, my
Khalla.
Raise your ass for me and spread your thighs—submit to my tongue in your pussy.”

Moaning softly, Emily did as he said, lowering her head to her arms and lifting her bottom high in the air. This position made her feel incredibly vulnerable but also incredibly hot. She did indeed feel like a female animal in heat, waiting for her mate to mount her.

“Gods, you’re a gorgeous sight,” Tragar murmured hoarsely, stroking the trembling globes of her ass. “Your ripe little cunt is so open for me, Emily. And your honey is all over your thighs. I think I want to clean you up a little first before I taste you.”

“Do…do what you want,” Emily whispered, spreading her thighs a little wider. “I’m yours, Tragar. Do what you need to do.”

“It will be my very great pleasure, my
Khalla,”
he growled. And then she felt his hot breath on her inner thighs and the long, slow drag of his tongue along her sensitive flesh.

Moaning breathlessly, Emily tried to hold still for him. But it was hard—so hard when all she wanted was his tongue deep inside her. Tragar took his time, licking her inner thighs in long, slow strokes without ever actually touching her pussy until she thought she was going to go crazy. Finally, though, he pulled back a little.

“Your honey is flowing freely now, my
Khalla,”
he murmured, stroking one fingertip over her swollen outer pussy lips. Emily shivered and moaned at his touch.

“What…what does that mean?”

“It means you’re finally ready to be tasted more fully—ready for me to lick and suck your honey from the source,” he growled. “Spread a little wider for me, Emily. Let me get my tongue in your sweet, creamy pussy.”

Moaning, she did as he asked, pressing back to meet him and spreading her thighs even wider, giving him complete access to her open pussy.

“Gods, you’re so wet and beautiful,” he muttered. Then she felt his hot, wet mouth connect with her sensitive pussy at last.

She cried out as he sucked one of her outer pussy lips into his mouth and bathed it gently with his tongue. Then he did the other—it felt incredible but
when
was he ever going to get to her aching clit?

“Tragar…” she begged breathlessly.

“Patience, my
Khalla,”
he murmured, stroking her thighs. “Priming your pussy correctly takes time. I do not wish to rush your cycle.”

“But please…I—”

Before she could finish her plea, she felt his hot tongue lapping gently but firmly over the swollen, inner folds of her pussy. Emily cried out and tilted her hips back, opening herself as wide as she could to receive his tongue into her aching center.

Tragar growled his approval and gripped her hips in his big hands. Tilting her pelvis even more, he began to give her pussy a long, leisurely tongue bath. Emily gasped as she felt the tip of his tongue start far back at the top of her slit and then slide down the length of her open cleft, dragging over the aching bud of her clit and ending at the entrance to her inner cunt.

“Gods, your honey is sweet, my
Khalla,”
Tragar groaned after he’d licked her several times like this. “And your little pussy is so wet and open. Are you ready to feel my tongue inside you? Pressing deep in your tight little cunt?”

“Please…” Emily pressed back against him, almost unable to form the words. “Please, Tragar,
yes.”

“Then I will give you what you need, my
Khalla,”
he growled.

Before she could answer or beg any more, Emily felt the wet heat of his tongue again. This time he licked delicately around her entrance before pressing deep, sliding his tongue into her heated inner cunt and thrusting as though he was reaching for her heart with each stroke.

“Oh,
God,”
Emily moaned. She tried to hold still but she couldn’t help herself, the feeling of him inside her was too much. She found she was wiggling her hips and writhing in his grasp, unable to hold still while he tasted her as deeply as he was able.

But as wonderful as it was, Emily still wasn’t satisfied. His tongue in her felt good—felt amazing—but she still needed more. Her body was craving a deeper penetration with something much thicker and harder.

“Tragar,” she gasped, nearly crying with need. “Please—I need
more.”

He pulled back at last.

“I know you do. The flavor of your honey has changed. It’s wilder now—I can taste your need.”

“Then will you…are you going to…to breed me?” Emily asked. Her heart was pounding again. As much as she needed this, she still had some reservations. Some bad memories that tried to push their way to the front of her mind.

“I’m going to try a few shallow strokes with you in this position,” Tragar told her, stroking her ass soothingly. “It’s the best way to coat your inner pussy with my precum and get you ready to make love. But I swear I won’t fill you with my mating fist until we are face to face. I want to look into your eyes as I fuck you—as I breed you, my
Khalla.”

“All…all right,” Emily whispered. “Do what you think is best.”

“I’m going to go slowly.” Tragar shifted behind her and she felt the broad head of his cock slide over her aching clit and settle just at the entrance of her pussy.

“Oh…” she gasped, biting her lip.

“I’m going to keep my thrusts shallow at first—just the head to start with,” Tragar promised. “You can stop me at any time if it feels uncomfortable, Emily. Just say the word.”

“Yes, all right.” His soft, soothing words comforted her and made her feel better. She was able to push the past aside and relax a little as she felt the broad head, already slippery with precum, press gently into her pussy channel.

She gave a little gasp when she felt him enter her at last, the thick head pulsing just inside her inner cunt. Tragar held still, his hands firmly on her hips with just the tip of his cock inside her. Clearly he was letting her get used to the sensation of being partially filled.

Emily closed her eyes, imagining how she must look. Here she was on all fours with her head down and her ass high in the air, thighs spread wide to take the big Kindred’s thick cock deep in her pussy. The mental image did strange things to her insides—making her feel hot and needy—making her want more.

“Tragar, please,” she moaned, wiggling her hips. “I think…I think I’m ready to go a little further.”

“Then we will,” he growled softly. “But slowly, my
Khalla.
You’re very tight yet. I’ll need to coat the inside of your pussy thoroughly with my precum to make you ready to open wide enough to take me.”

“Do it, then,” Emily gasped. Now that she was used to feeling him penetrate her, it seemed like her body was going into overdrive. She wanted more of him in her—
needed
it. But when she tried to press back to capture more of his thick shaft in her hungry cunt, Tragar’s big hands clamped down on her hips, holding her still.

“As I said,
slowly,
Emily. Be still and submit to my shaft inside you. Be still and let me open you with my cock.”

“All right,” she whispered, forcing herself to hold still. And then, very slowly as he had promised, she felt the big Kindred press a little deeper so that another thick inch of his cock entered her. And then another and another until he was over halfway inside her. Then he stopped.

By now Emily’s body was in overdrive. Her new
Khalla
senses recognized that the big Kindred was giving her what she needed so desperately and she wanted
more.
She wanted it
all.

“Tragar!” she moaned, wiggling impatiently.

“Be still, my
Khalla
,” he murmured soothingly. “Be still for a moment and let your body get used to mine. “Let my precum flow into your pussy to prepare you to take my shaft to the root and open for my mating fist.”

“Will…will it do that?” Emily gasped, turning her head to try and get a look at his face. “I mean, is that usual for a Beast Kindred?”

“To some extent, yes.” He nodded, a look of concentration on his dark features. “But especially when mating with a
Khalla.
My body will produce much more precum than usual to get you ready. In fact, it may feel as if I am already coming inside you. Be still for a moment and let it happen, Emily. I promise it won’t take long.”

“All right.” Biting her lip, Emily tried her best to hold still. She could feel his thickness spreading her inner walls, stretching her as his cock flexed inside her even though he wasn’t actively thrusting.

Then, something hot and wet began flowing into her. She gasped with surprise, uncertain how to feel about it—it wasn’t a harsh, jetting sensation, though. It was gentle but insistent—the feeling of Tragar pouring himself into her, of his body producing what her own body needed to be ready for him completely.

“Are you all right?” His deep voice was slightly strangled and Emily had the idea that it was difficult for him to hold still while this was happening. Doubtless he felt the need to thrust deep inside her but he was holding back until he knew she was ready.

“It…it
does
feel like you’re coming inside me,” she whispered as the warm, flowing sensation continued. God, shouldn’t she be filled up by now? Apparently not because the sensation continued and yet she somehow never overflowed.

“It’s only my precum,” he assured her. “It is filled with compounds that will enable you to stretch for my mating fist. Your body is drinking them in now, taking everything it needs from me to make you ready.”

Emily moaned softly but the flowing sensation deep in her pussy was actually calming and erotic at the same time. With a little sigh of satisfaction, she settled down, relaxing her head onto her arms and settled her knees a little further apart.

“It’s all right, Tragar,” she murmured, tilting her hips to give him better access to her pussy. “Do whatever you need to do. I trust you. I’m yours.”

“Gods, my
Khalla.”
His voice was hoarse with emotion as he stroked her bare back and ass tenderly. “I am yours as well. You’re so beautiful when you submit for me…when you open yourself so completely and let me fill your pussy.”

“I want you to fill me another way,” Emily whispered. “But I can wait—I’ll try to, anyway.”

As she finished speaking, the sensation of heated liquid flowing into her inner pussy slowed and then stopped. She moaned a little, missing the comforting feeling.

“It’s all right, Emily.” He stroked her back again. “It’s just that your body has finally gotten everything it needs from mine.”

“Not
everything,”
Emily objected.