37. Phoebe

37

PHOEBE

P hoebe felt like she was going to explode if he didn't take her soon! The empty need inside her was growing and sucking his cocks had only made it worse.

"Please, Sir!" she moaned as he carried her into his bedroom and put her in the middle of the broad bed with a dark gray spread. "Please, I need you in me!"

"You'll have me in you when I'm fucking ready to fuck you," Sirex growled.

He looked different, Phoebe thought—almost scary. His red-on-black eyes were glowing like two hot coals and his mouth was a grim line. She'd only seen him like this once before, during the confrontation with Thruck in the Grand Salon. Then she'd been sure he was going into Rage—the berserker state of fury all Kindred warriors enter when they believe their woman is being threatened.

But there was no threat now—no reason for him to look so fierce except for the way she'd been provoking him.

Phoebe was a little afraid—but she couldn't remember when she'd ever been this hot—this ready. Fear of the huge warrior brought a spice to her desire that she'd never experienced before.

Because you've never been with a man worth submitting to before, whispered a little voice in her head. Not that she was actually submitting. It was more like she was taunting him—teasing him into a fury until he took her. Though God, she hoped he did it soon—she felt so empty inside!

"Sir, please!" she moaned again. "What are you doing?"

He had left the bed for a moment but when he turned around, she saw why. In his hands were two things—a long silver chain with clasps on the ends and a length of black silk rope.

"You want to be bred?" he demanded, coming over to her, the red light still in his eyes. "Fine, I'll fucking breed you—but you have to get into breeding position first."

As he spoke, he was clipping the ends of the silver chain to the rings piercing her nipples. When he tugged the chain, it stimulated both tight peaks at once, making Phoebe cry out as sparks of pleasure/pain shot through her whole body.

"What…what's breeding position?" she panted as he finished with her breasts.

"I'll show you—but first I want you naked."

He stripped off her skirt and blouse, dropping them carelessly on the floor. Then he laid Phoebe on her back on the bed.

"Spread your legs for me—let me see that wet little pussy," he growled.

"Yes, Sir," Phoebe moaned. She started to spread her thighs but apparently she wasn't fast enough.

Stepping between her legs, Sirex put his hands on her knees and pushed them apart, spreading her so wide she gasped.

"Look at that soft little pussy," he growled. "Before I fuck her, I need to show you something."

"Show…show me what?" Phoebe panted. She felt so naked—so exposed. Her hands started to creep between her legs to cover her sex but Sirex wasn't having it.

With a low growl, he captured both her wrists and wrapped the black silk cord around them. Then he pushed her bound hands above her head and gave her a stern look.

"No covering yourself from me, baby. I own you tonight—more than I ever did at the palace. Because tonight I'm going to fuck you!"

Phoebe nearly cried from relief and anticipation. By now the need to be bred was becoming insurmountable—it was all she could think of. But her mentor wouldn't be rushed.

"I need to show you something," he repeated. "You need to know how my shafts work—both of them."

"How…how do they work?" Phoebe looked down between her spread thighs to where his shafts were close to her naked pussy.

"The top one is for lubrication. Like this," Sirex told her. Angling his body, he rubbed the tip of the upper shaft against her pussy.

Phoebe moaned as she felt the warm precum of the smaller top shaft sliding over her aching clit and then lower, as he put the head inside her.

"I can come at will with this shaft," he growled. "Like this…"

And then something hot and wet was gushing inside her, wetting her pussy mouth and making her slippery and hotter than ever inside.

"Oh, please, Sir!" she moaned as he finally withdrew. The seed he'd given her had helped a little, but the smaller shaft wasn't long enough to fully reach the end of her channel. She needed more. So much more.

"Do you know why I need the lubrication from the upper shaft?" he growled, his fiery eyes blazing down into hers.

"Wh-why?" Phoebe stammered.

"So my lower shaft will fit, even in the tightest pussy," he snarled. And then he was repositioning himself so that the broad crown of the thick lower shaft was at the mouth of her pussy.

Phoebe barely had time to moan before he was ramming home inside her, opening her inner channel with one hard thrust until she felt him bottom out inside her with the blunt head of his cock kissing the mouth of her womb.

"Oh! Oh my God!" she moaned, arching her back helplessly. "Oh, Sir! You're in me so deep!"

"Have to get deep in your soft little pussy if I'm going to breed you right, baby," he growled. "Now be a good girl and hold still so I can fuck you!"

Phoebe couldn't have stopped him if she'd wanted to—and she didn't. She lay there, spread wide with her arms tied above her head, moaning as the huge warrior thrust into her again and again. And with each thrust, the head of the smaller, upper shaft rubbed her aching clit, spreading more of his warming precum and pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

But long before either of them could come, Sirex stopped thrusting and inexplicably pulled out.

"Sir?" Phoebe could have cried from the loss of sensation. "What are you doing? Why did you stop breeding me?"

"Oh, that wasn't breeding—that was just a little fucking," Sirex growled, glaring down at her. "Now that your little pussy is all warmed up, it's time for the real breeding to begin."

Reaching down, he flipped her over and then forced her up to knees.

"Hold still," he commanded as he tied her bound hands to the headboard. "It's important you're in breeding position."

As he spoke, he switched the chain so that, while it was still hooked to the silver nipple rings, it ran across her back rather than her front.

Phoebe began to understand what he was doing—he was getting ready to ride her tonight. He was going to take her from behind—hard—and she would have to do her best to hang on to the headboard and be open enough to take him as he bred her like a beast.

Just as the realization hit her, Sirex got on the bed behind her. She could feel the heat of his big body surrounding hers, his broad chest brushing against her bare back. And she could feel the tips of both his shafts rubbing against her, between her legs.

"Are you ready to get bred now, baby?" he growled in her ear. "Are you ready to let me into your pussy and your rosebud?"

"My…my rosebud?" Phoebe faltered. "I don't understand."

"You'll get it in a minute. My lower shaft goes in your pussy in breeding position. But you know my upper shaft has to go somewhere too."

And she felt his big hands spreading her ass cheeks and the head of the smaller shaft caressing her back entrance.

For the first time she would have stopped if she could.

"Wait!" she protested breathlessly. "Wait I don't…I've never had anything up there before! Please, Sir—I'm not ready for this!"

"Then I'll make you ready," he promised. His voice dropped to a soft, soothing growl as he continued to rub the head of his smaller shaft against his back entrance. "I'm not going to hurt you, baby—not going to hurt this sweet little rosebud," he rumbled in her ear. "I know you're a virgin here but you asked me to breed you. Well, I can't breed unless I have my lower shaft buried in your pussy and my upper shaft in your tight little ass. Now can you be a good girl and let me in?"

"I…I can try," Phoebe whispered. She was still scared but the fact that he'd promised not to hurt her made her feel better. Though Sirex seemed to think he was some kind of monster for liking rough sex, she knew better—he was still in control of himself and he wouldn't wound her.

"You can start by trying to relax your rosebud while I stroke your pussy." Reaching around her, he cupped her pussy mound and then began to rub. At the same time, he tugged the silver chain, teasing both her nipples at once. And all the while the head of his smaller cock was rubbing and thrusting gently against her clenched back entrance, making her slick with his precum.

Phoebe moaned helplessly. Oh God, she'd never been taken like this! She'd never even dreamed of it in her wildest imaginings. She couldn't believe she was tied to the headboard with her mentor behind her, rubbing her pussy and teasing her tight peaks as he prepared to invade her ass with his shaft. It was hot and scary at the same time and she never wanted it to end.

There must have been some kind of opening compound in his precum because little by little, Phoebe felt herself loosening up. Sirex must have felt it too because soon she felt the head of his smaller cock slipping inside her rosebud.

"Good girl," he murmured in her ear as he invaded her. "That's right, open that sweet little rosebud for my shaft."

"I…I'm trying!" Phoebe panted, spreading her thighs a little wider. She could feel herself stretching but it didn't hurt—in fact, it felt good in a naughty, dirty kind of way.

"Going to come in you now, sweetheart," Sirex growled in her ear. "Going to come in that tight little ass to help you open up. And once my upper shaft is all the way inside you, I'll fill your pussy with my lower shaft."

Phoebe moaned in agreement as she felt his upper shaft swell and then a rush of heat filled her back channel.

"Oh, Sir!" she gasped as he slid home inside her and did a few practice thrusts.

"That's right—good girl. Take it nice and deep," he growled. "And now it's time for both at once. Ger ready."

"I…I'll try." Phoebe spread her legs even wider and clutched at the headboard where her hands were tied. She moaned softly as the broad, blunt head of his massive lower shaft found the mouth of her pussy once more.

And then, with a long, slow thrust, both shafts pierced her to the core.

" Mmm . Fuck, baby—you feel so tight around me!" Sirex groaned in her ear.

"You're so…so deep inside me!" Phoebe panted.

"Told you, baby—I have to be in you deep to breed you right," he growled.

And then he pulled nearly out of her and thrust back in again— hard .

Phoebe moaned and tried to be open enough—she had never been so filled in her life! She was bent forward with her knees on the bed, her thighs spread wide, and her tied hands on the headboard. Her heavy breasts swayed with every deep, double thrust as Sirex pierced her to the core over and over again.

As he fucked her, he tugged on the silver chain with one hand and cupped her pussy with the other. He was rubbing her hard, teasing her clit as both his shafts filled her over and over and Phoebe couldn't get enough.

"Sir!" she moaned as she backed to meet his deep thrusts. "Sir, please fuck me! I'm your good girl—fuck me deep!"

"Yes, you are my good girl," he growled in her ear. "Staying so open for me—letting me fuck that tight little ass…letting me breed that soft little pussy. God, baby, I never want to stop fucking you! Want to be with you forever!"

"Then do it—stay with me!" Phoebe moaned. "Bite me when you come. Bond me to you, Sir!"

She hardly knew what she was saying but the words came pouring out of her mouth anyway.

Sirex slowed his thrusting for a moment, though he never quite stopped.

"You don't mean that," he growled hoarsely. "You don't really want to be Bonded to a Broken One."

"If you're Broken then I am too!" Phoebe insisted. "Yes, I want to be Bonded to you because…because I love you!"

This admission would have caused a commitment shy human man to pull out and run as far and as fast as he could. But Sirex stayed where he was.

"Now you sound like you did last night at the palace," he murmured in her ear. "Do you mean it this time? Or are you just going to forget it again?"

Suddenly the Goddess's words came back to her— You will remember what was forgotten— and every detail of their one night together came rushing back.

"I mean it," Phoebe exclaimed and began to cry, overcome with sheer emotion. "I mean it so much, Sirex—I love you! I want to Bond with you and submit to you and love you forever!"

"Gods, baby—I want that too. So much," he groaned. "Get ready then…"

His thrusting speeded up again and he began to slide one finger around and around her aching clit as he tugged on her nipple chain.

Almost before she knew it, Phoebe felt her orgasm rushing towards her.

"Oh, Sir!" she moaned, backing to meet his thrusts. "Think I'm going to…going to come!"

His response was immediate.

"Good girl—come for me!" he growled. And then he sank both shafts to the hilt inside her body and his fangs into the side of her neck at the same time.

As his essence hit her bloodstream for the very first time, Phoebe felt her orgasm overtake her. But it wasn't just any orgasm—this was like a freight train running her down. It rushed through her whole body like wildfire and she knew that Sirex was feeling it too because his shafts were swelling inside her and pumping her full of his cream.

"Oh my God—too good! Going to faint!" she thought wildly as the intense pleasure swept through her.

"No, baby—stay with me!" Sirex's deep growling voice answered. But it wasn't coming from his mouth—how could it when his fangs were still buried in the side of her neck, injecting essence? No, Phoebe realized—she was hearing his voice inside her head. Which could only mean one thing.

"We're Bonded!" she gasped out loud. "Oh, Sirex, I love you so much!"

One of Sirex's muscular arms crept around her waist to hold her steady and she heard his mental voice in her head again.

"Yes, baby—we're Bonded. And I love you too—never letting you go again!"

Phoebe relaxed back into his firm grip, giving herself completely to the joy that filled her. Finally she had found a man worth submitting to—a man she could love forever.

And she knew that Sirex would love her forever, all because she had encouraged him to give in to his… Darkest Desire.