Submitting to the Shadow (Kindred Tales #27) - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,43

To her relief, it wasn’t the one with the barb at the base. “This one is only a little smaller than my own shaft,” he told Sammi.

“Only a little smaller?” she eyed it uncertainly. It was huge—much bigger than anything she’d ever had inside her before.

“Don’t worry that you won’t be able to accommodate it,” Roark told her, correctly interpreting the apprehension in her eyes. “I’ll be loading the reservoir with a compound based on a Beast Kindred’s precum—it will allow you to stretch to receive the shaft with no problem.”

“The reservoir?” Sammi repeated, bewildered.

“Of course—the place where the seed is stored. Look.”

Taking the phallus out of the case, he flipped it over and showed Sammi that the base opened to reveal that it was empty inside.

“Wow—that’s a pretty big space.” She looked inside it. “Will that whole thing be filled? I know when a human male orgasms, he only produces about a teaspoon to a tablespoon of semen. This looks like it can hold a lot more than that.”

“It is considerably more,” Roark told her briskly. “Kindred males produce much more seed than humans do.”

His voice held contempt for the puny human males who couldn’t produce enough semen to fill their women properly.

“I see,” Sammi murmured. “Can I, uh, touch it?” She held out a hand and Roark obligingly handed her the phallus.

“Oh! It’s surprisingly heavy. And warm,” Sammi marveled. Indeed, the phallus was warm and solid to the touch. It was also realistically veined and the “skin” of it felt soft even though the structure under it was firm and hard.

Just like a real erect cock, Sammi thought wonderingly. And in just a minute, it’s going to be inside me.

She didn’t know how to feel about that. She was so desperate to come by now she would have agreed to be fucked by almost anything. But what she wanted most in the world was for Roark to fuck her himself. She wanted the big Kindred to forget about the strange machine with its curving metal arms and dangling leather harness and lighted table—wanted him to just pull out his own cock and take her then and there.

But of course that wasn’t going to happen. Roark had been building her up to this moment for days. Strapping her into the inseminating machine and fucking her with the phallus she had picked was the culmination of his research—he wouldn’t give it up, even if she begged him to forget about the machine and fuck her himself.

“See here,” he remarked, taking the phallus back from her and pointing to the broad head. “There are several devices located in this area—one is a camera which will allow me to visualize the exact moment you are inseminated. The other is a kind of suction device—at the moment of insemination, it will latch on to the end of your channel and inject the seed directly into your womb.”

“It sounds…intense,” Sammi breathed, looking up at him. “I think I’m ready, though. I just have one question—will you finally let me come?”

Roark’s eyes went half-lidded and he nodded.

“Yes, Samantha. At the moment of insemination, you’ll come—I’ll see to that, I promise. The contractions of your inner muscles will draw the seed even deeper into your womb.”

Sammi felt weak with relief. She’d been in need for so long now she’d almost forgotten what it felt like to have an orgasm. She wanted so badly to come that her knees went wobbly with the thought of it.

“I’m ready,” she said, looking at Roark. “Do it—strap me in.”

“With pleasure,” he growled softly. “Strip for me, Samantha. You must be completely naked and open for me. I need to watch every moment as you are fucked and inseminated.”

Sammi no longer made any protest when he told her to strip. Without a word, she shucked off her clothing and kicked it to the corner of the lab before turning to face him. She was wearing only the breast harness now, which kept her breasts erect while her nipples were bare.

“Good. Very good.” Roark nodded in approval. “Now let’s get you up on the table,” he remarked.

Lifting her as though she weighed next to nothing, he placed her, naked, on her hands and knees on the lighted table. The surface of the table was hard and cold and Sammi shivered, her nipples going tight with fear and anticipation as her breasts hung down enticingly like ripe fruit.

“Very good. Now, here…”

Quickly, he strapped her into the machine. There were hooks which matched with