Submitting to the Shadow: Kindred Tales 27

by Evangeline Anderson

  But just as she was about to tilt over the edge, Roark pulled back, panting.

  “Roark!” she cried, unable to help voicing her disappointment. “Why did you stop? I was almost there!”

  “I stopped because I don’t want you to come on my tongue—not this time,” he growled softly. His eyes were glowing like pale flames and his mouth and chin were shiny with her juices. “I need you to come on my cock, darling, while I’m buried deep inside you, filling you with my seed.”

  “All right—yes.” Sammi nodded eagerly. “Yes, Roark, I want that too. Please…please take me.”

  “I will, but first I brought an old friend.”

  “A what?” she asked, but he had already rolled over and was reaching into the drawer of the nightstand beside the bed. When he pulled out the tiny black hemisphere she remembered from their “experiments” with the Inseminator, Sammi bit her lip.

  “Is this all right?” Roark raised an eyebrow and looked at her to make sure he wasn’t going too far. “Does it…bring back bad memories?”

  “Bad memories?” Sammi shook her head, surprised that he would think that. “The times you had me hooked up to that harness and opened up with the spreader bar so the inseminating arm could…could fuck me were some of the hottest in my life.” She blushed as she spoke, but she wanted her new husband to know she had wanted what he did to her as much as he had wanted to do it. She didn’t want Roark to carry any guilt for the way he had dominated her—especially when she had submitted willingly.

  “Truly?” he asked, looking at her closely. “You really feel that way?”

  “God, yes.” Sammi felt a new surge of lust as she remembered the way he’d put her on her hands and knees and fucked her with so many different phalluses. “It was incredibly erotic. In fact…” She bit her lip. “In fact, I wouldn’t mind you doing it to me again, sometime. Though tonight I don’t want anyone but you inside me.”

  “And you’ll have me,” Roark promised, his voice a soft growl. “But first I want to put the Goddess pearl shield on you. I want to be able to tease your sweet little clit while I thrust inside you, darling. While I fuck you.”

  Sammi moaned at his dirty words and spread her thighs wide for him.

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, looking up at him submissively. “Do it—do whatever you want with me. I’m yours—yours completely.”

  “You’re not quite yet,” Roark said speculatively. His eyes flared. “But you will be, my darling. In a very short time, you will be—I promise you that.”

  He knelt between her legs again and had Sammi open her pussy lips so he could fix the clit shield in place. Then he took out the remote and pressed a button.

  Sammi felt the familiar soft lapping begin and she moaned and bucked her hips.

  “Please, Roark,” she begged, looking up at him. “Please—I can’t wait any longer to have you in me.”

  “You don’ have to wait, darling,” he promised. Taking her in his arms, he kissed her deeply and then reached between them to press the broad, flaring crown of his cock between her thighs.

  Sammi moaned breathlessly as she felt him pierce her and then the head of his cock was sliding into her pussy. As many phalluses as she’d had in her, she always felt that Roark’s was the thickest and the best. She cried out softly as she felt her inner walls stretch to accommodate him as he opened her to the limit.

  At last she felt him bottom out inside her and the head of his cock kissed the mouth of her womb.

  “Such a good girl, Samantha,” Roark growled softly, looking down into her eyes. “Such a good girl to spread your pussy for me and take my shaft so deep inside your soft little cunt.”

  “Oh God, Roark! You’re in me so deep,” Sammi moaned, tilting her hips to take him even deeper. “It feels so good to finally have you all the way inside me!”

  “I’ve been waiting for this moment too, darling,” Roark assured her. “It’s all I’ve wanted from the very first time I hooked you up to the Inseminating machine.” He gave her a lustful look. “Though the Gods know it was incredibly arousing to watch you being filled with all those different phalluses, all I really wanted was to fill you myself.”

  “Well, you’re in me now,” Sammi pointed out breathlessly. “You can…can fill me all night if you want to, Roark.”

  “Indeed I can.” He gave her a cruel little grin and held up the remote. “And as I do, you’re going to be teased within an inch of your life.”

  “For how long, though?” Sammi moaned as the soft lapping sensation increased to a gentle buzzing vibration that teased her tender button without quite letting her reach orgasm. “When will you let me come?”

  “When I’m ready,” Roark growled and began to fuck her.

  Sammi gasped as he pulled almost all the way out of her channel and then thrust back in again. She could feel the head of his cock giving the mouth of her womb a deep, rough kiss with every thrust and it drove her pleasure higher and higher without ever quite letting her come.

  Torture! This was pure sexual torture, she thought as Roark continued to ride her at that same steady pace, pushing her closer and closer to the edge but never quite tipping her over it. She needed to come—needed it badly. But she knew from experience that Roark wouldn’t allow it until he was good and ready.

  Helpless to do anything but give herself completely, Sammi wrapped her legs around his lean hips and bucked to meet his rhythm. Soon she was meeting each thrust with one of her own as his thick cock slid in and out of her tightly stretched pussy.

  “Roark…Roark…” She was moaning his name steadily, desperate to get to the orgasm that was just…out…of reach. It seemed to go on forever, but at last he took her mouth in a breathless kiss and growled softly in her ear,

  “I’m going to fill you now, Samantha. Going to fill you up with my seed and you’re going to come on my cock as I do it.”

  “Yes, Sir!” she moaned and then he thrust as deeply into her as he could and pressed the remote at the same time.

  A spasm of pure pleasure shook her as the gentle vibration that had been teasing her turned into a buzzing so strong it rocked her to the core.

  “Ahhh!” Sammi gasped, her back arching as the orgasm rushed over her like a tidal wave. At the same time, she felt Roark’s shaft swell even thicker inside her and then something hot was bathing the mouth of her womb.

  Coming…he’s coming in me. We’re coming together, she thought deliriously. He’s tying us together and we’ll never be apart again.”

  “That’s right, my darling.” This time Roark’s deep voice came from inside her head. “That’s right—I’m filling you with my seed and now you’re mine always—as I am yours!”

  Sammi knew exactly what hearing his mental voice in her head meant. Her eyes—which had been shut tight in pleasure—flew open and she looked at Roark.

  “It worked!” she gasped, half-laughing/half-crying. “It worked, Roark—I told you it would—we’re bonded! Fully bonded!”

  “Fully bonded and fully in love,” he responded through their new link as he kissed her passionately on the mouth. “Gods, I love you, Samantha—and I’m never letting you go.”

  Sammi felt his love wash over her like a warm wave and she bathed in it and sent her own love back to him.

  It had been a long, strange ride with Roark from the odd job interview to her time in his inseminating machine to the terrible encounter with her would-be killer down on Earth. They had nearly lost each other but thankfully the Goddess had intervened and brought the two of them where they belonged—together.

  Her life was forever changed for the better. She had a husband she loved to distraction and two baby girls on the way. And Sammi knew none of it would have been possible if she hadn’t put aside her doubts and fears and opened herself to…Submitting to the Shadow.

  The End?

  Of course not—there are always more Kindred Tales on the way. Read on for a sneak peek at my next book, Brides of the Kindred 25, Stolen.
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  Prologue

  The Cruel Father looked down upon his creation…and was severely displeased.

  His universe had been corrupted. His Kindred, the Kru’ell Ones, had been tainted by love…by compassion…by tenderness and mercy. All those womanly emotions he so despised and had taught his children to despise as well.

  He had created the Kru’ell Ones to rule over females. To take them as concubines to feed their emotional appetites and then discard them, as easily as a man drops a used tissue. But now, what did he see when he looked down upon them?

  “They have taken mates,” he growled to himself, glaring with his all-seeing eye upon the gray-green version of Earth which resided in his universe. The new Overlord, Kane, had taught the other Kru’ell Ones to revere females and treat them with respect. He had purged the hate from their hearts and fostered love instead. He had taught them to take females as mates instead of disposable concubines and to form a permanent bond with them.

  It was unbearable! And the Cruel Father knew exactly who to blame.

  “Mother of All Life,” he growled to himself, thinking of the Goddess who was his counterpart in the parallel universe which ran along side his own. She had done this thing. She had interfered in his territory and had brought her disgusting attributes of love and fidelity, spreading goodness and peace wherever she went like a pestilence.

  The Cruel Father raged to himself. How dare she meddle in the affaires of his ‘verse? How dare she bring her sickening love and kindness into his territory?

  And how could he repay her deed in kind?

  Luckily, the Mother of All Life was not the only one who had a stronghold in the enemy’s territory. Long ago the Cruel Father had waged war across the dimensional divide with the female deity. He had been forced back, but not before he had left a small token—a scion of himself—within her domain.

  Of course, the Goddess had instructed the ancient First Kindred to hide the relic—the Eye of Ten’gu they had called it. And so they had buried it deep, hiding it in the far recesses of their universe on a planet so icy and inhospitable they were certain no one would ever find and awaken it.

  The Cruel Father reached across the divide, using just a tendril of his power— not enough to sound any alarms—and touched the Eye. For millennia it had lain dormant, his scion sleeping in endless, dreamless slumber.

  “Awake,” the Cruel Father called to it. “Awake and claim your birthright. Decimate the Goddess’s ‘verse as she has ruined mine.”

  He felt the Eye tremble…perceived that his scion was rising from the sleep which had claimed him when the First Kindred had buried the relic so long ago.

  It would take some time for his scion to come fully awake—some time before the Eye opened and understood what he must do. But the Cruel Father could wait. After all, was revenge not sweetest when it took some time in coming?

  “You will be sorry, Mother of All Life,” he growled to himself. “I will teach you not to meddle in my domain. You have turned my own Kindred into sniveling female-lovers like your own. We will see how well you like it when your own children are corrupted by my darkness. When the Eye of Ten’gu opens, your ‘verse will know pain and discord as it never has before.”

  This he vowed. And then he sat back to watch as the events he had set in motion began, slowly but inexorably, to unfold…

  Far from the Cruel Father’s universe, on First World, Nadiah woke from the dream with a gasp of fright.

  “The Cruel Father…the Eye…the Eye must not open! It must not open!” she cried.

  “What?” Rast, the Challa of First World, the home planet of the Kindred, sat up in bed beside his mate. In the dim light of their bedchamber, he saw that Nadia’s blue-green eyes were wide with panic.

  “The Eye…” She was nearly panting with fright. “The Eye is waking but it must not open!”

  Another male might have shaken his mate to bring her out of what appeared to be hysteria but Rast had a better solution than that. He spread his great, feathery wings—the ones that had grown when he had proven that he was truly meant to be the Challa of the Kindred home world—and enfolded his wife in them.

  Nadia came to him at once and Rast could feel her trembling against his broad chest as he poured healing warmth into her through the enfolding feathers.

  “What is it, sweetheart?” he murmured, stroking her golden hair and holding her close, trying to comfort her. “What’s wrong? You must have had a nightmare.”

  “N-not a n-nightmare.” Nadiah’s teeth were still chattering in fright. Rast held her tighter, disturbed. He had never seen his mate so upset before.

  “If it wasn’t a nightmare then what was it?” he asked gently.

  “A vision.” She sat up and her eyes turned suddenly from blue-green to pure emerald—the color of the Goddess. When she spoke again, her voice was not her own.

  “The Father of Cruelty with reach from Afar

  To the Eye of his scion asleep in the Dark

  Buried so deep ‘neath the mountain Ra’gar

  It must not awake or the future is Stark

  Do not let its lid rise, do not let it awake

  For if it sees daylight, our ‘verse is at Stake!”

  Though he and Nadiah had been joined for years now and had three children together and he knew she was the Mouthpiece of the Goddess, it still unnerved Rast when the Mother of all Life spoke through his wife.

  “Goddess,” he said, addressing the deity who was speaking through Nadiah. “What must we do?”

  “Warn Sylvan of the Mother Ship,” the Goddess said through Nadia. “The Eye of Ten’gu must be unearthed and destroyed before it awakens.”

  “The Eye of Ten’gu? What’s that? And how can we destroy it?” Rast asked, but the Goddess had gone. Only Nadiah was left, drooping in his arms, completely worn out from acting as a vessel to the Goddess.

  “Oh, Rast,” she whispered, leaning heavily against him. “That was so scary—I don’t know when I’ve been so frightened!”

  “Are you all right now?” Rast looked at her anxiously.

  “Not scared anymore. Just…tired.” She leaned her head against his shoulder. “The Goddess drove out the fear but hosting her is…taxing.”

  “Of course it is, my Lyzel,” Rast murmured, stroking her hair tenderly.

  “What did the Goddess say through me?” Nadiah asked. “What must we do to keep the Cruel Father at bay?”

  “She said we must destroy the Eye of Ten’gu—whatever that is.” Rast frowned.

  “The Eye of Ten’gu?” Nadiah sat up straight. “But that’s been hidden for millennia!”

  “You know about it?” Rast asked in surprise.

  She nodded, her long blonde hair swishing around her slender shoulders.

  “Of course—it’s in some of our earliest scrolls and documents. It’s an ancient artifact, as old as the Kindred race itself.”

  “Well, what does it do?” Rast asked, frowning.

  “I don’t know,” Nadiah admitted. “But I do know that the very the first thing the Kindred males who originally left First World did was to get rid of it. They buried it in the side of a mountain on Yown Beta where no one could ever find it.”

  “Well it sounds like someone is on their way to find it now,” Rast said grimly. “The Goddess told me we must warn Sylvan and that someone has to go dig it up and destroy it before…” He hesitated, not wanting to scare his wife again.

  “Before what?” Nadiah demanded. “Come on, Rast, tell me!”


  Rast could see she wasn’t going to let up until he told.

  “She said the Eye of Ten’gu must be destroyed,” he repeated. “Before it awakens.”

  Nadia didn’t reply. She just buried her head in Rast’s chest and shivered.

  A time of darkness was coming. The question was, would the Kindred be able to stand against it?

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