So I want you to do the best you can to give me one, Kane.”
“I’ll do my best, baby,” he promised hoarsely and proceeded to give her another load of his seed, this time rolling her over on her back to plant it directly in her little pussy as they lay face to face in her bed.
Allisandra moaned and writhed under him desperately as he kissed her and slid deep inside her. Kane let her work herself on his cock but as before, he didn’t move himself. He didn’t dare to—he was too afraid that if he thrust inside her he wouldn’t be able to keep from bonding her to him. Allisandra had grown on him in a way no other concubine ever had and he sensed he was in real danger of losing his heart to her.
But I can’t do that, he reminded himself. Can’t love her and can’t Bond her. I can only give her something to remember me by—can only give her the greatest desire of her heart and hope she remembers me after I let her go…
Twenty-Two
Alli stopped feeling guilty about what they were doing—well, mostly, anyway. After all, she told herself, Kane wasn’t actually making love to her—wasn’t thrusting inside her and fucking her. The big Kru’ell One was just giving her his seed and if he had to be hilt-deep in her pussy to do it, well, was that her fault?
Alli thought not. If Douglas wouldn’t give her a baby, she would get one however she could and they would have to worry about the details later.
And so she no longer fought the big Kru’ell One when he wanted to Sting her. In fact, she offered her breasts and spread her legs eagerly. And not just when the two of them were in bed together, either.
They often sat together with Kane’s thick shaft buried inside her as they read or watched a vid together. Alli felt it comforting to have his thick shaft lodged inside her, so much so that she began to feel empty when he wasn’t filling her. Kane would always hold her close, never thrusting inside her, but only stroking and caressing her sensitive clit until she came all around him, milking the creamy seed from his shaft straight into her pussy.
Deep down, Alli couldn’t help wishing they could have the whole experience together—that she could feel his thick shaft thrusting in and out of her over and over as he made love to her for real. But she knew that would be wrong—would most definitely be cheating. So she held herself back from asking and simply took what the big Kru’ell One offered.
Then, one evening, near the end of their second week together, Alli came to dinner in Kane’s rooms and saw something new. It was a strange kind of rocking chair with a motor beneath the seat and a set of footrests directly below the arm rests.
“What in the world” She walked over to give the chair an experimental push. The motor started to whir and the seat dipped downward and then thrust back up as the chair rocked. The motion continued as Alli watched, wondering what in the world the new furniture was for.
“Ah, I see you’ve found my new Breeding Chair,” Kane rumbled behind her.
“Your what?” Alli asked in confusion. “What is it for?”
“It’s more commonly used in your own universe,” Kane explained. “For Kindred who need to breed a female much smaller and more fragile than they are, gently and carefully. Do you see how the seat dips down and then comes back up again as the motor runs?”
Alli did see it and suddenly the implications became clear. Once more, the big Kru’ell One had known what she wanted and had found a way to give it to her.
Using this chair, his shaft would be thrusting in and out of her pussy with the slow, rocking motion of the seat and yet neither one of them would be responsible for the action. It would be the chair doing the fucking—not Kane. And yet, Alli would be fucked—well and thoroughly—she had no doubt. Fucked and filled with his seed, just as she longed to be.
“Do you like it?” Kane asked, his voice a low rumble of desire.
Alli bit her lip. She knew she ought to feel guilty about what they were about to do, but she didn’t.
“Yes.” She looked up at him eagerly. “Can we try it out right now?”