Roaring in frustration he pulled back, releasing her wrists as he knelt on the bed with his fists pressed into the mattress. He only narrowly resisted the urge to swing them at the nearest solid object.

“No! What are you doing? Please, you can't stop now!” Selma jolted upright, scrambling to reach him. Her shaking hands slid over his shoulder, nails digging into the fabric. “Don't stop! Please, please, I need you, I need—!”

Kain gritted his teeth and tried focusing on his breathing, the alluring scent of her slickness battering at his self-control. “I can’t. I’m a Lord—my magic will kill you.”

“It won't! I can withstand it, please!” Her eyes were glazed with frantic need as she did her best to convince him, hands rubbing at his shoulders, arms, and chest.

But she couldn’t. He’d killed enough women before he’d gained the self-control to resist. He knew how his magic ate up any human woman he penetrated from the inside out, leaving nothing but a pile of blood and entrails behind. Even a Breeder would succumb. Only the rarest few, the most precious among them, could withstand, and Selma wasn’t one of them. The second a Pure Breeder was found, every Lord across the globe would have been notified.

Reaching into a reserve of strength he didn’t know he possessed, Kain got off the bed. He shook with the effort of moving away from her tantalizing scent, but managed to scramble to the drawer where he kept the articles he now used for entertaining the human women he brought home.

He grabbed a thick dildo and turned back around to where Selma had collapsed on her back, sobbing quietly in anguish.

“It'll be okay soon,” he mumbled, more to himself than the delirious Breeder. His own need for release might be left unattended for now, but the main thing his entire being struggled against his restraint for was to conquer and pleasure her. As long as he could pummel her dripping pussy into submission with something, he would be able to deal with the onslaught on his senses.

Kain knelt back on the bed and stroked a hand up her creamy thigh. She whimpered and spread her legs wider at his touch, letting him slide to her weeping pussy. It was so infinitely soft, beckoning to him to explore and taste, but he knew if he buried his mouth there again he would mount her no matter the consequences.

Spreading her lips with two fingers to fully expose her eager sheath, he pressed the dildo's rounded head against her opening and sighed with her when it sank in to the hilt.

She was certainly a Breeder. It was not a small toy, and previous women had had to be coaxed and gentled before taking it. Selma simply moaned and lifted her hips, urging him to go deeper while pleading for more.