Page 45 of Pleasured By the Panther
“Listen to me, Miranda—your body has gone into Extreme Second Heat,” he told her. “It’s rare, but it happens—especially when a Mature Elite like yourself has been simmering in her heat for some time before coming into contact with a Monstrum.”
Her breath hitched.
“I… I think I’ve been going through menopause for…for at least a year.”
The words came in little pants.
Korrath nodded gravely.
“Yes. That would do it.”
Her eyes went wide with fear.
“But… what can we do? I feel like I’m burning up and I hurt so much.”
He forced himself to keep his voice calm, though inside his chest, panic roared.
She’s burning alive and if I fail her…
No—he couldn’t think like that. He was here to save her—he had to give her what her body needed.
“Where do you hurt?” he asked, stroking her damp hair back.
“Here.” She touched her nipples lightly through her dress, wincing. “And here.” She nodded down between her thighs, shame and desperate need mingling in her eyes.
“Let me see you, lovely one.” His voice was hoarse.
When she nodded, he eased the dress down her shoulders. The fabric slid away, pooling at her feet. Korrath sucked in a sharp breath. Her skin was flushed scarlet, glowing with fever. Her nipples were tight—reddened peaks that begged for his mouth. Between her thighs, her pussy glistened, slick and puffy, the tender flesh flushed a deeper red.
He crouched, his hands steady though his heart was breaking.
Goddess, she’s suffering. If I don’t relieve her heat, she’ll die!
“Just as I feared,” he said aloud, keeping his tone gentle. “Your nipples and your sweet little pussy are showing clear signs of Extreme Second Heat.”
She trembled.
“What’s the cure? I feel like I’m going to catch on fire! And I feel so empty inside—so achy!”
Korrath lifted his gaze, meeting hers.
“The only cure is to Bond you to me. You need a Soul-Bond with a Monstrum to even your hormones. That way I can share the burden of your heat.”
Her lips parted.
“But… do you really want me? After the way I talked to you back on the ship…”
He shook his head fiercely, brushing his thumbs along her cheeks where tears were showing.
“You were upset—understandably so. I’ll forgive you if you forgive me. And it doesn’t matter what you say to me—I will never stop wanting you.”
Her eyes searched his.
“But… you barely know me.”
“That isn’t true. I’ve been dreaming of you for months. I believe you’ve been dreaming of me as well—only you don’t remember.”
“I don’t…” she began, then broke off with a strangled moan. Her hips rocked helplessly. “Oh God—it hurts! I’m so achy—so empty!”
