Breeding a Lady, Breeding a Slave (Breeding Sex, BBW, Romance, Fantasy) (Erotic Tales of the Barbarian Empire) by Celia Demure Read Free Book Online Page B

grow taut, extending. I slowly rolled it between two fingers, and she shuddered again, and moaned.
    I leaned down and took her left nipple into my mouth, suckling like an infant. Her legs kicked in an involuntary motion, her eyes going wide.
    Her former master had called her withdrawn? What rough touch had he used on her?
    I pinched one nipple while continuing to suck on the other, then nibbling … The slightly salty taste of it teased my tongue, and there was something else, a scent in my nostrils, musky and primal and pungent.
    Had she become aroused that quickly?
    Sliding my hand down from her nipple, down over the soft belly, I guided it over the soft curls between her thighs, felt a sticky dampness, then softness as my fingers slid over the lips of her sex …
    She moaned again.
    I slid a finger inside, slowly. The tightness of the spongy passage was amazing, conforming to my finger as I slowly slid it deeper.
    I had heard of women who maintained a natural tightness sometimes exceeding that of virgins, and was retained with experience. But this was new to me, and incredible.
    My finger fully nested, I used my thumb to slowly rub her clitoris, hidden under the pink flap of her prominent clitoral hood. She gasped and let out a series of rhythmic moans as I continued to fondle her there… all the while her taut nipple still in my mouth.
    I had to have her!
    I pulled my hand and mouth away, and she let out a soft sigh, as if of disappointment.
    I pushed her to her back, pried her legs apart. My phallus stood before me, hard and angry and red … Dripping with lust, burning with need, my heavy, dangling seed-sacs full and tight with the essence of lust which she had elicited.
    I knew that my lustful male ‘serpent’ was larger than most. But she’d had her share of cocks, surely?
    I saw her womanhood glistening in the moonlight with her sticky flowings, and aimed for that vulnerable target…
    I had intended to be gentle, the civilized part of my mind still fighting against my lust.
    But when I moved forward and those soft, wet nether lips of hers kissed the head of my male weapon, my hips responded to some low instinct…
    With an animal grunt, I thrust my maleness fully into her, sinking into the embrace of the tightest silken sheath I could ever imagine.
    She let out a pained gasp, like a soft scream, and her face contorted, eyes closed, teeth clenched and brow wrinkled in pain.
    One part of my wanted to keep thrusting, to use this flesh without regard as I should rightfully do with my property. But another, more tender part won out.
    I stopped thrusting, feeling myself nestled deep up in her warm belly. I stroked her cheek and softly kissed her forehead.
    Her eyes opened, and she looked at me as if questioning.
    “Shhh,” I said.
    I felt her relax under me, and slowly I began thrusting again, so very slowly. The friction of her tight passage was still amazing, I could feel the soft contours massaging every inch of my member as it slid in those moist confines… So slowly, tenderly, I moved in and out.
    Her mouth parted, and she began a series of soft gasps, enjoying herself now.
    I picked up my tempo slightly, thrusting full in at the end of each stroke. I pulled her legs up to my shoulders to get as deep as possible, wanting to experience as much of her as I could, wanting the head of my phallus to kiss the mouth of her womb.
    Her climax came without much warning, starting gently and shortly growing more violent. Her moans took on a sharpness, became louder, her face and shoulders suddenly flushed.
    And then the squeezing commenced.
    I felt a low throbbing around my member inside her, as if her womanhood was conducting the pulse of her heart. The throbbing became a sort of churning, as her eyes flew wide and her mouth opened and she loudly began a melodious moan, a single utterance of pleasure broken only by the breaths she was forced to take, growing in loudness and pitch.
    I stopped moving, buried deep inside