Raised to Kill (Kindred Tales) - Page 59

“Ohhh!” Allara moaned. Her breasts were heaving as she panted for breath. “Yes, husband—yes!”

“Good, baby. That’s good,” Brand murmured. “Let’s just get you spread nice and wide then.”

The massage table had an excellent feature—it split in half at the bottom, so that he could spread his bride’s legs and stand between them. But as Brand moved the table, the bottom half of his towel snagged on the corner and pulled completely off…

Leaving him as naked as Allara was.

Twenty-Five

Allara gasped when she saw the size of her new husband’s shaft.

Gods of All Creation—he’s huge!

And he seemed to be poised to ram his entire thick length inside her open pussy.

With a squeak of fear, she started to clap her thighs closed as fast as possible.

Only Brand was faster.

“No, baby—stop.” He caught her legs and held them open easily, though Allara was trying desperately to close them.

“Please!” she begged, fear making her heart ram against her ribs. “Please, husband! You promised that you wouldn’t take me yet! You said we must wait—it is only the second week! Please!”

“Sweetheart, slow down. Relax.” Brand rubbed her thighs soothingly and hummed softly—the same lullaby he’d sung for her on the night she felt so sad and guilty after seeing the Assassin vid.

His Song washed over her and gradually some of Allara’s fear began to fade.

He won’t hurt me—he promised not to hurt me, she told herself, trying to still her rapid heart. He has not broken a promise to me yet and he promised not to hurt me.

“All right, now,” Brand rumbled when she had stopped struggling and was lying still on the table. “I’m sorry I scared you,” he went on. “But my towel came off by accident—I never meant for you to think I was trying to, er, ‘take you’ before it was time.”

“Truly?” Allara looked up at him uncertainly.

“Truly, baby,” he said firmly. “But…” He sighed. “You’re going to have to see me, eventually. I know you might fear this part of a male.” He nodded down at his shaft. “But it’s part of me—the same way your beautiful indigo eyes and hair are part of you.”

“It is just…so big.” Allara eyed his shaft with trepidation. Her aunt’s warnings echoed in her ears and she wondered how it would ever fit inside her.

“I know it is,” he murmured. “But I don’t want you to fear it because I swear to you, Allara, it’s not going to hurt you. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“But…how can you help it?” she demanded, looking down at the thick monster between his legs. “When I am so small and you are so large? Husband, you could barely get one of your fingers inside me just a moment ago and even then I could feel my inner walls stretching to open for you. How can something this size go into my pussy? How will it fit?”

“It will fit because of the compounds my body makes to help you open for me,” Brand said firmly. “Chemicals that are in both my saliva and my pre-cum which will enable you to stretch as much as you need to in order to take my shaft deep in your soft little pussy.”

“I…I don’t understand.” Allara shook her head fearfully.

“That’s why I’m going to show you,” Brand told her. Putting the finger he’d been using to penetrate her into his mouth, he sucked it clean and then returned it to her pussy, sliding it gently all around the entrance to her channel. Then he did it again and then again.

Allara bit her lip as she watched him work. She had to admit, she did feel a little warmer and looser where he was touching her, though definitely not enough to let a shaft the size of Brand’s inside her.

“Now,” he murmured after a few moments. “Let’s see how it feels when I slide my finger into you all the way.”

Slowly, he pressed into the mouth of her pussy, sliding his long finger deeper and deeper inside her.

Allara bit back a moan as she watched her husband penetrate her.

Oh, Gods of All Creation—it feels so good when he does that—when he touches me inside!

But it still felt awfully tight as well. Though she could feel her inner walls stretching to accommodate his finger, they were also telling her she wasn’t ready to have anything bigger inside her.

“It’s still very tight, husband,” she whispered, hoping he wouldn’t take offense.

“Yes, it is.” He withdrew his finger, frowning. “If only I could lap your sweet little pussy, I could spread my compounds better. I really need to rub them directly into your skin for them to work.”

“You said…these chemicals were in your ‘pre-cum’ too, not just your saliva,” Allara reminded him. “But…what is pre-cum?”

“Gods, you really are innocent.” He stroked her cheek gently and smiled. “Pre-cum is the lubricant a male’s body makes to help him slip inside a female.”

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