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He gave a deep, rumbling laugh. “No, not quite everything,” he agreed, withdrawing slowly from her. “But we can soon fix that.”

“Tragar—I feel so
empty
now,” she moaned as the broad head left her pussy completely.

“You won’t have to be empty for long,” he promised. Going up to the head of the bed, he positioned himself against the headboard once more. “Come to me, my
Khalla.
Come and ride my cock. Come and let me breed you.”

“God,
yes
…” Emily went to him eagerly, straddling his hips and positioning her open pussy over the broad head of his shaft. After being so filled with his precum though, she was surprised that nothing came out. Oh, she was wet—her inner folds slick with her honey—but none of the precum she’d felt flowing into her pussy leaked from her even a little. “Where is it all?” she asked looking down in confusion. “I felt it—felt so much of it going into me. Where did it go?”

“Your body absorbed my precum completely,” Tragar answered. “It was necessary to make you open enough for me. You should be aware, however, that will probably not be the case with my cum.”

“It won’t?” Emily was already gripping his long, hard shaft and positioning it under her hungry entrance eagerly. God, she needed him in her so
badly.

“No.” Tragar shook his head, giving a little growl of pleasure as she stroked his shaft and then lowered herself down so that the head of his cock was kissing the inner folds of her pussy. “Due to the mating fist locking us together, you will be filled over and over as I come inside you. Your body won’t be able to absorb it all and some may escape. But since I will be coming continuously, there will be more than enough cum to flood your womb and breed you properly, my
Khalla.”

“Mmmm…” His words made her feel so hot she thought she would explode.
Breed me—he’s going to breed me,
she thought. And she knew she needed him to do it now. “Tragar, please,” she whispered. “Please do it—please
breed
me long and hard and deep.”

“With pleasure, my
Khalla.”
His words were a low, lustful growl and his golden eyes were half-lidded with need. He rolled his hips upward and with one long, slow thrust, he seated himself to the root inside her pussy.

“Ahhh…” Emily threw back her head and moaned. It felt
incredible
to have him so deep inside her, to feel him filling her completely. But no, not quite completely, she realized. For his mating fist still remained outside. She needed to relax—needed to let him in.

Tragar seemed to realize this as well.

“Slowly, my
Khalla,”
he murmured, gripping her hips in his big hands. “Slowly now. I’m going to work my mating fist into your little pussy. Just try to relax and be open for me as you were when I filled you with my precum.”

“All right,” Emily whispered. She felt him begin to press up, getting a little deeper and felt her body beginning to stretch to accommodate him. A little quiver of fear went through her—could she really be open enough to take all of him—even the thick mating fist?

Tragar obviously sensed her fear because he reassured her in his deep, soft voice.

“It’s all right, my
Khalla.
It’s all right, Emily. Just relax. Relax and let your body open to mine.”

With a little moan of submission, Emily dropped her head on his broad shoulder and relaxed, doing as he said, making herself as open as she could. In the past, she would never have been able to show this level of trust to any man, not after what Grayson had done. But here and now with Tragar, the past and all her bad memories were wiped away. All she could feel was the love and tenderness radiating from the male who held her in his arms. All she knew was that she loved him completely and wanted to give herself to him in any way she could.

I trust him,
she told herself.
Tragar would never hurt me. I trust him.

Her perfect trust finally paid off. At last she felt the last of his mating fist slip within her. Then it began to swell, holding her in place on his cock, locking them together for the long breeding they had ahead of them.

“Oh, Tragar,” she whispered, lifting her head to look him in the eyes. “I just—oh! What was that?”

For something unexpected had just happened. As she felt herself open enough to receive him and the broad head of his cock pressed hard to the mouth of her womb, Emily felt something else—something warm and wet almost like a nubbly little tongue caressing her clit.

Tragar thrust inside her a little, making her moan as the mysterious something tickled her clit again.

“I believe you are referring to my flange. It’s an extra organ attached to the base of the mating fist that all Beast Kindred have. When my shaft is fully seated within you, as it is now, the flange comes up to cup and caress your clit in just the right way. The extra stimulation should help you come again and again.”

“Oh…” Emily bit her lip. “So every time we do this…” She lifted a few inches off his lap and sank down again with a moan. Though he never slipped out of her, the sensation of the head of his cock moving away from the end of her channel and then pressing hard against her again was immediate and intense. As was the answering pleasure in her clit. “Oh!” she gasped, unable to finish her thought.

“Every time I thrust inside you, the flange will stimulate your clit, my
Khalla,”
Tragar growled. “So tell me—now that we are locked together, are you ready for me to begin breeding you?”

“Yes…Tragar, please
yes.”
Emily wound her fingers through his long, black hair and pulled him close for a kiss. “God, you feel so good inside me. Please do it—please breed me now!”

“As my
Khalla
wishes,” he growled. He pulled back and then thrust deep, his thick shaft spreading her wide and piercing her to the core. Emily moaned breathlessly as she felt him bottom out inside her, giving her what her body needed so desperately—and what she wanted as well.

Unable to express her feelings any other way, she pulled him in for another hot kiss which seemed to go on and on as he moved within her. As his thick shaft filled her and the naughty little tongue covering her clit stroked over her sensitive bud, Emily felt the elusive pleasure building inside her.

“Tragar,” she gasped, breaking the kiss. “Tragar please, faster…more. I’m close…so
close.”

“As my
Khalla
wishes,” he growled again. Gripping her hips firmly, he picked up his tempo, thrusting deeply into her and filling her completely with each hard surge of his cock in her pussy. As he did, he ducked his head and captured one of her nipples in his hot mouth. Pulling hard at the sensitive tip, he rolled his hips upward, fucking into her, breeding her exactly as she needed to be bred.

Emily gave a low moan as she felt the pleasure inside her grow to a peak. The feel of his thick shaft inside her and the delicate flange caressing her clit with each stroke was amazing. But when Tragar added the sensation of his hot mouth on her bare breasts, it was simply too much.

She felt her orgasm break over her like a warm, overwhelming wave. Her inner muscles spasmed hard around the thick, invading shaft and then she was coming, coming harder than she ever had before, giving herself completely to the pleasure of her man breeding her.

Tragar gave a low groan and pressed hard inside her. Then Emily felt a hard, hot, pulsing sensation coming from the head of his cock. For a moment she was confused and then she realized what it must be.

Coming, he’s coming inside me!
she thought, half delirious with pleasure.

“
Yes, my Khalla, I am filling you with my cum, just as I promised,”
Tragar’s deep voice answered. But somehow this time she heard him inside her head.

“Tragar?” she gasped uncertainly. He couldn’t have spoken—his mouth was still busy sucking her tender nipples as he filled her up.

“
Don’t fear, Emily—it’s just the bond forming between us. We’ll always be together now—never apart,”
he promised.
“You’ll hear me and I’ll hear you.”

“
Like…like this?”
she sent tentatively, across their new link.

“
Yes, my Khalla—just like this.”
And then he crushed her to him and she felt him pouring into her even more—hot jets of his cum bathing the mouth of her womb as he claimed her and bred her, tying them together forever in a love that would never end.

Chapter Thirty-two

Tragar didn’t know how long their lovemaking lasted. For normal Beast Kindred the time usually ran into the hours. But since his lover and mate was a
Khalla,
it seemed to go even longer. They both lost track of time in the flower filled room as they explored each other’s bodies, making love and breeding over and over until their bond was complete and Emily’s body had been given everything it needed.

“Mmm, that was
amazing,”
she murmured when he finally pulled out of her and they both collapsed on the lovesuckle covered bed.

“
More than amazing,”
Tragar sent through their new bond. Having the deep connection to her felt like an incredible gift. After he’d lost his beloved Landra, he had been left with an empty, aching socket. A ragged hole in his soul that he’d thought would never heal. Now he felt whole again and not just whole—full to overflowing with the love he felt coming from his beautiful
Khalla.

“
I’m glad you feel whole again,”
she sent through their link. Hopping up, she went to a viewer in the corner he hadn’t noticed earlier and started examining her new appearance.
“But do you really think I’m beautiful? I mean…I’ve changed so much.”

“
And yet…not nearly as much as you feared. Come back to bed.”

Emily came back and sat beside him.
“I know such a drastic change should feel wrong and upset me but I feel really calm about it. Like I was always meant to look like this.”

“
You were.”
He stroked her cheek lovingly.
“Having your Kit’tara come forward was not as bad as you thought then?”

“
No—not at all. She’s…part of me. I thought she would take over completely and blot me out of existence,”
Emily admitted.

“
I told you that would not happen.”

“
Yes, but it was so scary—having someone else inside me. Someone I didn’t really know. Now I understand she was part of me all along. Her name is Emallia, by the way.”
She smiled at him. “Or maybe I should say,
my
name is Emallia,” she added aloud.

“No matter what name you go by, you are my beloved
Khalla
and I will serve you and love you all the days of my life,” Tragar vowed hoarsely. “Though I still do not see how I can ever hope to deserve you.”

Emily frowned. “Are you kidding me? You saved my life from that awful wasp-thing that was your boss!” She bit her lip. “Hey, how is that going to affect your job? I mean, in most places killing your boss…well, at the very least it would be a firing offense but is it different in the
Verrak?
I mean, do you take his place or something instead?”