Part 25 (1/2)

After several more tense minutes of trying, she felt like screaming! The d.a.m.n shaft was wedged inside her like someone had coated it in super-glue or something. What the h.e.l.l was she going to do?

”Emily...” Tragar's deep voice was worried and impatient.

”I'm fine,” she insisted again. ”I just need to get a good look at it...maybe it'll help if I look in the mirror...uh, the viewer.”

She started to get off the bed but Tragar stopped her.

”Hey, what are you doing? Let me go!” Emily demanded.

”No.” Holding her firmly by the arm, he drew her back to him. ”Clearly you cannot remove the star-silver on your own, just as you could not remove the nipple clamps.”

”I told you, I just need to get a good look at it!” Emily protested weakly. But deep down, she knew getting a better view of the star-silver shaft wouldn't make any difference. The d.a.m.n thing was lodged inside her like a cork in a bottle and clearly it didn't want to come out.

”Relax.” Tragar was positioning her on the side of the bed with her legs hanging over the sides. Emily was willing to let him examine her but when he got down on his knees in front of her, she started to close her thighs.

”Tragar-”

”What is it?” There was a look of worry on his face as he put his hands on her knees.

”I just don't want you to...to put your mouth...” She trailed off, feeling her cheeks go hot.

He sighed and some of the impatience left his face.

”Did I not tell you I would not taste you tonight, no matter how much I may wish to?”

”I...um...” Emily bit her lip. ”I guess, in this position...I just thought...never mind.”

”I'm trying to get a better look at you so that I can remove this d.a.m.n star-silver,” he said patiently. ”Look, Emily, I know the voice witch probably bespelled you to keep this device inside you and not tell me about it, so I don't blame you.”

”You don't?” She felt a rush of relief. She didn't like it when he was angry-even for her own good.

”No.” He shook his head. ”But it must come out. Please understand me-I'm only trying to help and protect you. Until this device comes out neither your nectar nor your honey can flow.”

”All right.” Emily let her thighs drift apart. ”You can try to get it out. But I don't know how you can-I swear it's like somebody used superglue on me to keep it in or something.”

”That is probably more of the witch's magic,” he said grimly. ”Come, my Khalla, relax and let me see if I can help you.”

Emily let herself lay back on the bed as he spread her thighs even wider. She felt intensely vulnerable in this position but she knew Tragar wouldn't hurt her. She couldn't help biting her lip, however, when she felt his large, gentle fingers spreading her p.u.s.s.y lips wide.

”Hmm...” she heard him murmur and then the blunt tips of his fingers were sliding delicately around her swollen folds, tracing the cruel edges of the star-silver metal which had somehow embedded itself in her flesh. Emily would have expected this to hurt as her own touch had but, as before, the big Kindred's hands on her felt gentle and soothing...healing and not painful at all.

She gave a soft sigh and felt some of the tension slipping from her as she relaxed under his hands. She felt certain he could help her...although she still didn't know how, exactly.

”You're correct,” he said after what seemed like a long time. ”It seems almost glued inside you.”

”It does?” Emily looked up, frowning.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving the spot between her thighs. ”But every glue has a solvent.”

”What solvent?” Emily asked warily.

Tragar looked up at her at last.

”I don't know how much you know about Beast Kindred anatomy...”

Emily shook her head. ”Not much. Are you, uh, different from other guys?”

”We are. We have a swelling at the base of our shafts called a mating fist.'”

”You do?” Emily wondered where he was going with this.

”We do.” He nodded. ”Anyway, in order for bonding s.e.x to occur the mating fist must be all the way inside our female's sacred pa.s.sage. It is...quite large. No female could be open enough to receive it without help.”

”What kind of help?” Emily asked. She was beginning to feel distinctly nervous. What exactly did the big Kindred intend to do with her?

”The help of a chemical made by a Beast Kindred's body- a compound which is present in all of our fluids.” He clearly saw the uncertainty growing on her face, but continued anyway. ”It allows the female to open up and take her mate's shaft fully inside her p.u.s.s.y.”

”Okay, so what does that have to do with me?” Emily was afraid she knew but she didn't want to jump to any embarra.s.sing conclusions.

He sighed. ”I think if I could just lick-”

”No!” she said immediately, sitting up and closing her thighs. ”No, I'm not comfortable with that at all.”

”You didn't let me finish.” He sat back on his heels, frowning. ”I was going to say, perhaps if I lick and suck my fingers and then trace around the edges of the base of the phallus, I might be able to loosen the seal.”

”You think that could work?” Emily looked at him, her eyes wide.

There was a grim look on Tragar's face.

”If it doesn't, I'm not certain what will. I have the chemical compounds needed to open you in my other fluids but I do not think you would enjoy allowing me to-”

”Allowing you to what?” Emily insisted.

”Never mind.” He shook his head. ”Here, lie back and let me try to help you.”

Emily did as he said, her heart pounding as she watched him suck two long fingers into his mouth. He brought them out, slippery and wet and reached between her legs. She gasped when she felt his blunt fingertips stroking her p.u.s.s.y gently, tracing the circle of alien metal while somehow avoiding her throbbing c.l.i.t.

”Is it helping?” she asked after a moment.

”Possibly.” He withdrew his fingers and put them back in his mouth. He gave a low groan and Emily saw him swallow convulsively-did he really enjoy her taste that much?

”Delicious,” he murmured hoa.r.s.ely as he began stroking around the star-silver disk again. ”So f.u.c.king delicious, my Khalla.”

”Umm...” Emily didn't know what to say but knowing that he liked the way she tasted made her heart give a strange little leap in her chest. Not that she really wanted any man tasting her with his tongue or anything but still...

But as pleasurable as she found the process, it didn't seem to be helping. After what seemed like a long time, Tragar looked up, a serious expression on his face.

”My Khalla, I have failed you.”

”You...what? But I thought you said it had to come out. Or I would...would...” Emily swallowed hard, hearing a dry click in her throat. ”Or I would die.”