“Goddess,” she whispered. “Oh, Thrace…”
“Ride my cock,” he growled in her ear, stroking her swollen clit even faster. “Ride me and help me come in you, baby.”
The erotic and forbidden sight in the mirror and his hot wores almost as much as his thick shaft filling her finally drove Trin over the edge. She felt her pleasure gathering once more and this time she didn’t try to hold it back.
“Thrace,” she wailed, feeling herself beginning to clench helplessly around him. “Thrace, oh please…I think I’m…I’m going to…”
“That’s right baby,” he growled in her ear, picking up the pace of his thrusting. “That’s right—come for me. Come for me so I can fill you with my seed.”
Trin was helpless to disobey. With a low gasp, she felt her orgasm overtaking her, felt the hot wave of pleasure washing over her as her nipples tightened and her clit throbbed.
With a low groan, Thrace allowed her orgasm to trigger his own. Gripping her hip with one hand, he pulled her down against him and thrust up hard at the same time, pressing the head of his cock to the mouth of her womb, getting as deeply into her pussy as he possibly could.
Trin cried out as she felt a hot, wet rush bathing her core. She heard herself moaning as spurt after spurt of his seed jetted deep inside her. Oh Goddess, this was so wrong—the final defilement! Yet there was nothing she could do but take it, nothing she could do but spread her legs wider and try to take him deeper, try to let his cum fill her as much as possible to save her life.
And then Thrace wrapped both long, muscular arms around her waist and pulled her even closer.
“I
love you, Trin,” he whispered deep inside her head. “Gods
help me, I love you so damn much…”
Chapter Twenty-nine
Trin stiffened against him, not sure what to say. Then she realized that Thrace’s deep, growling voice had been coming from inside her head.
What the hell? she thought uncertainly. That can’t be right, can it? How could I hear his voice from inside my head? That’s impossible, right?
“Not if we’re bonded,” the big Havoc murmured in her head. “And though I don’t have much knowledge of this—since I swore I would never bond myself to a female—I believe that is what this means.”
“Oh my Goddess, you heard what I was thinking? And I can hear what you’re thinking?” Then what he had told her began to sink in. “And that means we’re bonded?” She stared at him in the mirror they were still facing.
“I’m sorry,” Thrace said aloud. He rubbed a hand over his face. “I never meant for this to happen. I only wanted to heal you from the effects of the passion berry wine. But feeling as I do for you…”
“Your feelings? What about my feelings? Did you ever consider that?” Trin demanded. “What does this bond mean anyway? Is it something we can break or—?”
“Already you want to break our bond?” He looked at her with a mixture of grief and anger on his strong features.
“I’m just trying to understand what it means,” Trin protested. “Please, Thrace—you know I have feelings for you. I just didn’t expect…” Looking down she realized they were still entwined with his still-hard shaft buried to the hilt in her body. “Oh, my Goddess…I can’t…can’t talk like this.”
She started to get up but she couldn’t. She was stuck to him, with his thick shaft refusing to slide out of her pussy.
“Thrace? What’s going on? What’s wrong with us? Why can’t I get off you?” Panic was beginning to take over, clamping cold, clammy fingers around her throat.
“Relax,” he murmured soothingly or it would have been soothing if she wasn’t hearing him inside her head. “I understand this happens sometimes if a Havoc breaks his vow and decides to bond with a female. It’s only temporary—this is simply my body trying to tie you to me as closely as possible by continuing to fill you with my seed.”
“Your what doing what?” Trin squeaked. “And what do you mean you decided to bond with me? I thought you said it was involuntary!”
He sighed. “It was. When I said I had decided I meant my body decided for me. Remember I told you that you had broken down all my barriers? That you had eradicated my determination not to bond with a female?”
“Stop making excuses and stop talking inside my head!” Trin made another unsuccessful attempt to get off of him but she was still stuck to him like glue. Was he really still pumping her full of his seed? That reminded her again that she wasn’t on any kind of contraception. Why, she might be getting pregnant this very minute! And what would she do if the child she conceived was male?
On Zetta Prime any female wishing to have a child went to the Conception Center and chose what kind of sperm she wanted—in doing so she was always assured of getting a female child. If Trin became pregnant with a male, there would be no way to hide what she had done. No way to deny that the child she was carrying had been conceived through intercourse with a male instead of being artificially implanted into her womb. She would be a disgrace to her family…her mother—what would her mother think of her? She would think such a child was an abomination…
“I can hear everything you’re thinking you know,” Thrace growled softly in her ear. “I’m sorry the idea of carrying my child upsets you so much but could you please try not to think of our son as an abomination?”
“I’m sorry—I’m just thinking of what my mother would say!” Trin was beginning to feel hysterical. “I mean, if she saw me like this and knew what we’ve been doing—”
“We were saving your life, that’s what we were doing,” he shot back. “You agreed that was the most important thing, didn’t you? To keep you from dying?”
“Yes, but I didn’t know having you save my life involved being permanently stuck to you—both literally and figuratively!” Trin tried to get off him again and failed. “Oh my Goddess, when will I be able get off you?”
“Not until my body finishes with yours,” he growled. “I’m sorry—this isn’t a conscious decision on my part. If you’d just hold still and stop wiggling we might be able to separate.”
“Separate physically, anyway.” Trin was beginning to get really upset. “But what about this bond? What does it mean? Will I always hear you inside my head? Will you always hear me? Will I never have any mental privacy again? How does this work?”
“I don’t know exactly how it works.” Thrace was beginning to sound frustrated. “I told you—Havoc don’t bond so it’s not like I have a lot to go on. You know, among my people what we’ve done would be as much a disgrace to me as it is to you but you don’t hear me thinking about how we might be creating some kind of ‘abomination’ if you get pregnant with my son.”
“Stop talking about me being pregnant!” Trin exclaimed.
“Why, because it means you’ll have to face the fact that you let a male penetrate you and fuck you?” he demanded, sounding really angry now. “Because you’ll have to sooner or later. You’ll have to admit—”
“My most abject apologies my dear Havoc but I’m afraid there is a personal call from Zetta Prime for your lovely paramour,” Two’s voice interrupted him, coming from the viewscreen. “I hope you don’t mind—I put it through a moment ago for you but there were some difficulties with the connection—I think the caller could hear you but you were unable to hear her.”