Uncharted

  “Oh…okay.” Frankie withdrew and just held him for a while.

  It always felt strange when she was in his body to be the “big spoon” as it were, but she liked it. A feeling of possessive protectiveness accompanied the sensation and she understood this was how Kerov felt when he held her much smaller female body close to his own large, male one. The desire to protect and to pleasure was very strong…so strong that it was difficult to lie still and not do anything but hold him.

  “Gods…” At last he seemed to be recovering his breath. “That was…intense. It made me feel so…vulnerable.”

  “That’s how it feels,” Frankie assured him. “When you’re the penetra-tee instead of the penetra-tor.”

  “I can only imagine how frightening it must be to open yourself so completely when we make love,” Kerov said thoughtfully. “To spread your legs wide and let me sink my shaft to the hilt inside your soft, sweet pussy. But then…” He shifted closer to her. “I don’t have to imagine it.”

  Frankie’s breath caught in her throat. “Dios. You really want to do that…want to go that far?”

  “I don’t know yet…but I think, yes,” Kerov acknowledged. “First, though, I want to show you what you showed me—exactly how I like to be touched.”

  “Mmm…go for it.” Frankie lay back on the pillows, thighs spread. Kerov’s thick shaft was swollen and aching—she would welcome some relief.

  “All right,” Kerov murmured. “Here we go.”

  * ** **

  In the past, Kerov had told himself that he had no interest in touching another male’s body sexually—even if that body was his. But here in the dark, Switched with his mate, everything seemed like pleasure and nothing was perversion.

  Shifting around so he could get a good grip, he took his own long, thick shaft in Frankie’s small, soft hand. His cock felt different in her grip—bigger somehow, maybe because her hands were so delicate and feminine. The skin of it was hot and he could feel it throbbing for release like a second heartbeat.

  “How does that feel?” he asked Frankie, letting her little hand explore down to cup his balls briefly before coming back up to encircle his cock.

  “Feels good…really good. Don’t stop, baby,” she begged.

  “Haven’t even gotten started yet,” Kerov promised her.

  Expertly, he began a slow up and down stroke which drove Frankie crazy, just as he had known it would.

  “Oh…oh, Dios!” she moaned, pumping into his loose fist. “It’s starting…starting to feel really good now.”

  “It’s going to feel better.” Kerov picked up the pace, bringing his body to the edge of pleasure. But just as he was certain Frankie was about to come, she put a hand on his wrist to stop him.

  “Wait…wait.”

  “What is it?” he asked, stopping his rhythm, though he still cupped his shaft loosely in one hand.

  “Do you…” Frankie sounded uncertain. “Did you mean what you said earlier? About maybe possibly tying…that?”

  “Making love in Switched form?” Kerov asked.

  “Yes. Because Dios, baby, this body—your body—really, really wants that. Wants to penetrate…to fuck.”

  “It’s a very strong urge,” Kerov admitted. “The urge to mate…to breed. It can be…difficult to control at times.”

  “I don’t see how you control it at all.” Frankie’s voice sounded ragged. “How you keep yourself from climbing on top of me and just screwing my brains out!”

  “Because I don’t want to hurt you,” Kerov said seriously. “I have to keep at least part of myself restrained when we make love. You’re so small…so breakable. It would be so easy…too easy to damage you.”

  “Well, I don’t want to damage me either.” Frankie sounded like she was frowning. “Or you while you’re in me—in my body. Maybe…maybe we should just forget trying to go all the way and have actual sex while we’re Switched.”

  “No—I think it should be possible. If we’re careful.”

  “I don’t know if I can be careful in this state. I don’t know how you manage it—and your body is so much bigger than mine. I could do some serious damage,” she pointed out.

  “Then let me take the lead as you say sometimes,” Kerov murmured. “Lie back on the bed and let me straddle you.”

  “Mmm…that does sound good,” Frankie agreed. “But…you’re really not scared? To let me…you know, penetrate you?”

  “You already penetrated me once,” he reminded her. Which was true—during their bonding sex when she’d cuffed him to the bed, Frankie had penetrated his ass and nearly forced him to come by massaging him deeply. True, she had only used one slim finger but the experience had remained in the forefront of his mind every time they made love.

  “You want to be penetrated,” Frankie murmured, catching the memory through the mind-link all Kindred shared with their mates. “You liked it.”

  “Yes, but also, I want to feel what it’s like for you,” Kerov told her softly. “I want to know what it’s like to be opened completely.”

  “It’s pretty intense,” she warned him. “You’ve got some fairly massive equipment, you know—it takes some maneuvering to get it inside my body.”

  “Let me worry about that.” Kerov put his hands against the broad chest and pushed lightly, urging Frankie to lie back on the bed.

  “Well…if you really want to. I…I guess I’ll try to be gentle.” Frankie still sounded uncertain in the darkness.

  “It will be all right.” Kerov was already throwing a leg over the lean, muscular hips and getting Frankie’s smaller body into position over his much larger one.

  Gripping his shaft again, one handed, he guided it to Frankie’s warm, willing pussy. He rubbed his broad, flaring head against her swollen clit and they both groaned at the burst of sensation. Gods, it was incredible how sensitive her equipment was. Just the lightest touch could send her body into overdrive and Kerov was planning to touch her much more than lightly.

  Going to go deep, he thought, letting her weight bear down so that the crown of his shaft slipped into the entrance of her pussy. Take it deep—all the way in.

  “That’s right, baby—all the way in,” he heard her send through their link and then her hips twitched up and another thick inch of shaft pierced him.

  Kerov stifled a groan and spread his thighs, trying to be open. Gods, this was the most amazing, alarming, intense, scary, and pleasurable sensation he’d ever experienced! How did Frankie stand this? It was so much more—so much thicker than what he’d felt when she was simply penetrating him with her finger.

  “Dios, Kerov—that feels amazing,” he heard her groan. “Your body really wants to thrust but I’m holding it back.”

  “Yes, hold back,” Kerov told her through gritted teeth. “This feels amazing but you were right—my equipment is extremely large to go inside your small body.”

  “Does it hurt?” Frankie asked anxiously. “Do you want me to pull out?”

  “No…no, just let me set the pace,” Kerov told her.

  In fact, the stretching sensation he felt was both frightening and intensely pleasurable. And though it hurt just a little, it also felt incredibly good—and addictive. I want more, he realized. But gradually.

  “I’ll hold still,” Frankie promised him. “Just…lower yourself down little by little.”

  In fact, that was what Kerov was already doing. As he felt the thick, rigid shaft filling him, he marveled again at what Frankie went through every time they made love. Once or twice she had eaten the Twin Kindred bonding fruit to make herself more flexible and to ease the way, but for the most part she simply took him without any sign that she was in pain or discomfort.

  The thought made Kerov have a sudden bout of worry.

  “Shalla,” he murmured, using his pet nickname for her. “Tell me—are you in pain when we make love? I have never felt anything amiss through our link but are you hiding it from me?”

  “No, of course not,” Frankie d
enied through gritted teeth. Clearly she was still having difficulty holding still while he impaled her pussy completely on his thick shaft. “I think…think you’re just tight because this is kind of your first time and you’re nervous. Try to loosen up.”

  “I’m trying,” Kerov protested. “But…it’s so big.”

  Frankie gave a strangled-sounding laugh.

  “You know, in any other situation that would sound like bragging on your part. But I know you’re just telling it like it is.”

  “Yes, I am.” At last he felt himself settle all the way down on the thick shaft and knew it was as deep as it would go. Gods, the sensation was amazing—being so open, so vulnerable…he wondered again how Frankie stood it.

  “Because I love you,” she sent through their link, clearly catching his thought. “And I love being open for you…taking all of you as deep as you can go.”

  “I think it’s that deep now,” Kerov told her, his voice hoarse. “Do you want…do you need to thrust now?”

  “It is a need,” Frankie murmured, pulling out just an inch and thrusting back in. The gentle motion made them both moan. “This body needs to make love. To fuck…to come.”

  She was thrusting more regularly now—still just shallow, gentle thrusts but Kerov could feel her picking up the pace little by little. The feeling of being penetrated, stretched wide, and fucked was amazing. Even now that he was starting to get used to it, he was still overwhelmed by the feeling of intense vulnerability.

  “Baby,” Frankie gasped. “I know…know we just started but I feel like I’m going to explode! How do you hold off in this body?”

  “I think about anything that’s not you,” Kerov admitted. “Work…troop movements and strategy…sometimes I do complex equations in my head.”

  “I can’t think of…of anything like that,” Frankie admitted. “All I can think about is how tight and wet and hot this feels.”

  “You do have an amazing pussy,” he told her. “I have a whole new appreciation of it now. Gods! Feels so good, shalla! Don’t try to hold off—just come. I’m coming too!”

  “Dios!” she nearly wailed and then his thick cock plunged deep into her tight pussy and Kerov felt the incredible sensation of it swelling even thicker, before a hot wetness spurted deep inside him.

  Coming, he thought. This is how it feels to Frankie when I’m coming deep inside

  her!

  And then his own orgasm hit and he couldn’t think anymore, couldn’t do anything but moan as Frankie’s body squeezed tight around the thick, invading shaft, milking it, urging it to fill her pussy as full as possible with his seed.

  As their mutual orgasm reached its peak and then began to fade Kerov felt himself drawn back to his own body as Frankie was drawn to hers. The Switch was over but he was still buried to the hilt inside her, his shaft bathing the mouth of her womb with his seed.

  “Mmm, Kerov!” Frankie ground her hips against him expertly, urging him to give her every last drop. “Dios, baby—that was amazing! Why haven’t we tried that before?”

  “I don’t know but I want to try it again in the future.” Kerov liked the sound of his words coming out in his own deep voice—it was good to Switch but good to be back in his own body too.

  “I do too,” Frankie murmured. “For now though, I want to do it again—but this time in our right bodies.”

  “Mmm…that sounds good to me.” With one swift move, Kerov flipped her over. Despite coming he was still hard. Kindred males were multi-orgasmic—the better to bond their mates to them. “I’m not nearly done flooding your pussy with my seed yet,” he sent through their link.

  “Mmm—I love when you talk dirty. Talk to me, baby—talk to me while you take me!” she sent back.

  “It will be my pleasure,” Kerov assured her. As he spread her thighs wide and filled her deep and long with his shaft, he told her exactly how much he loved her and how he never wanted this to end.

  And to think, we might never have gotten the nerve to try Switched sex if Frankie hadn’t had that dream of hers about Elaina and Terex, he thought fleetingly.

  He sent a quick prayer to the Goddess that they would be all right and then turned all his attention back to his beautiful mate. Gods, how he loved her…and he intended to show her how he felt all night long.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Well, well—don’t you look splendid tonight,” Jessa whispered as they stood in line together behind the row of reclining couches in the banquet hall. Elaina had been expecting to see long tables with place settings in the large, echoing room. Instead, there were lots of backless couches with a single curling arm on one end and a small golden table in front of each one already heaped with delicacies.

  “Do you like the outfit?” Elaina looked down ruefully at her jutting nipples which, now that they had the weighted jewelry on them, absolutely refused to be hidden behind the fringed curtain of her top. Maybe that had been Krumf’s intention when he sent them to her. Her nipples looked pinker than ever now and the heavy jewelry caused a pleasurable ache whenever she moved as the rubies swayed against the undercurves of her breasts.

  Or maybe they’re just aching and tingling from the way you let Terex pinch them, whispered a little voice in her brain. God, she still couldn’t believe that had really happened—that he had really done that to her and that she had enjoyed it so much.

  Enjoyed it? scoffed the little voice. You came—right in front of him! Came harder than you ever have in your life and just from letting him twist and pinch your nipples.

  But it hadn’t just been the nipple-play that had brought her to the peak and Elaina knew it. It had been submitting to Terex—letting him Master her. For some reason, even though she still hated and despised the awful things men did to women here on this terrible planet, she actually liked it when Terex did them to her.

  Why though? Elaina couldn’t figure it out. She’d always wanted something different in the bedroom without ever quite knowing what it was she was craving. Was this it? Being dominated…punished… Spanked? whispered the little voice. No—surely not! But a shiver of pure desire went through her at the idea. And the image of herself over the big Kindred’s knee with her bare ass in the air as he spanked her soundly with one of his big, broad hands made her nipples tingle and her pussy throb. God, what was wrong with her?

  “I said, where did you get it?” The whisper from Jessa brought her out of her musings. “The outfit?” she said when Elaina stared at her quizzically.

  “Oh—his, uh, Supreme Excellency sent it to our room with instructions for me to wear it,” Elaina whispered back.

  “Really?” Jessa’s triple-ringed eyes widened. “Such a mark of favor! You’d better be careful, Elaina—he might want you for his harem.”

  “But…I don’t have the Need,” Elaina said uncomfortably. “How could he put me in his harem?”

  “There are rumors—only rumors mind you—of the Supreme Leader taking a liking to some girl or another and then having her kidnapped and put into the Need harem. And then, well…” Jessa shrugged her slim shoulder. “It doesn’t take long for her to catch the Need too. And then he can claim she has to be quarantined and keep her.”

  “That’s awful!” Elaina exclaimed, forgetting to keep her voice down.

  “Shhh!” Jessa hushed her quickly. “We’re technically not supposed to be talking. We’re supposed to be waiting until our Masters come in so we can serve them.” She sighed. “If only you knew the market hand slang we could talk anytime without worrying.”

  “Teach me,” Elaina said on impulse. The shot of translation bacteria she’d been given aboard the Kindred Mother Ship had enabled her to effortlessly understand the spoken language of the Nixians. She wondered if it would work for their sign language as well. Anyway, no harm in trying, she told herself.

  “What? Now?” Jessa frowned at her.

  “I’m very good with languages,” Elaina said—which was the truth, thanks to the translation bacteria. “So just tr
y it. How do you say, ‘hello’?”

  “Like this.” Jessa made a hand gesture and Elaina copied it, storing it away for future use. “And this is how you say good-bye…”

  To Jessa’s surprise and Elaina’s delight, she was able to pick up the hand slang as easily as she had picked up the Nixian’s spoken language. Soon she and Jessa were having a whole conversation, using only their hands, while they waited in the large banquet hall for their Masters and the Supreme Leader to enter.

  They weren’t the only ones talking, either. All up and down the line of waiting female slaves, Elaina saw hands flying in silent conversation. And now she could understand it! The thought excited her—she had gained a whole new skill to add to her undercover repertoire.

  “You’re amazingly fast—I can’t believe you picked up market slang so quickly,” Jessa signed to her.

  “I’m just good with languages,” Elaina signed back modestly. “Oh—here come the Masters. I forgot to ask you—what are we supposed to do?”

  “Just sit on the cushion provided at the head of the dining-couch and feed your Master his favorite tid-bits,” Jessa explained. “But be sure you don’t eat any yourself—that’s forbidden unless your Master feeds you a morsel when you give him a ‘favor’.”

  “A favor? What kind of favor? And when do we get to eat?” Elaina asked. It had been a long time since her hastily eaten breakfast and she was getting hungry.

  Jessa stifled a naughty-sounding giggle. “Oh, you’ll get plenty to fill your mouth and tummy—just wait until dessert.”

  Elaina wanted to ask what she meant but the Masters were all settling in their couches, leaning on their right sides to face the raised dais at the front of the room. On the dais was a golden couch with shiny golden cushions, much larger and grander than the others in the banquet hall but so far it remained empty.

  Elaina had to hurry to go kneel on the little silk cushion at the head of Terex’s couch. She placed her hands on her knees as she saw the other slaves doing and kept her eyes downcast, though she continued to watch from under her eyelashes to make sure she was doing all the right things.