Raised to Kill (Kindred Tales) - Page 94

Brand couldn’t resist any longer. Carefully spreading her swollen outer pussy lips with his thumbs, he dived in, lapping her soft, creamy little pussy and savoring both her sweet/salty flavor and her soft moans as he did so.

Gods, he was in heaven! He could feel Allara trembling with pleasure and desire as he slid his tongue deep inside her and then came back up to suck the little button of her clit into his mouth and circle it slowly with just the tip of his tongue.

“Oh! Oh, husband!” she cried breathlessly, reaching out to grip his hair with both hands. “Oh, that feels so good—please, don’t stop!”

Brand couldn’t have stopped if someone had put a blaster to his head. He was completely addicted to his wife’s soft little pussy and he loved the way she cried and moaned and bucked as he tasted her slippery inner folds. He especially loved how creamy she got and all the honey she made for him as he lapped her—not to mention the soft, helpless sounds she made as she opened herself to him so intimately and completely.

“Husband…husband!” Her cries were increasing in urgency and Brand could feel her grip on his hair tightening—which he fucking loved. She was close now—so damned close. Wanting to push her over the edge, he wrapped his arms around her thighs and split her even wider. Then he concentrated exclusively on her clit, lapping and sucking the little button until Allara cried out and bucked her hips up to meet him, as though she couldn’t get enough of his tongue in her pussy.

Brand’s shaft got even harder. Gods, he loved to make her come—especially with his tongue! He redoubled his lapping, staying with her until she sank back down again, trembling and panting, her legs shaking with pleasure.

“Oh…” Allara moaned softly, her hands falling away from his hair. “Oh, husband, that felt so good. But I want more—I need more.”

“I’ll be happy to give you more—give you as much as you want, baby,” Brand promised, nuzzling his cheek against her mound and placing a soft kiss on her inner thigh. “Just let me know when you feel ready to go again—I’ll lick your soft little pussy all night if you’ll let me.”

But she shook her head.

“No, husband—that is not quite what I mean when I say I want more. I…” She broke off, her cheeks going dark with a blush.

“You what, baby? Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you,” Brand urged her.

“Well…” she bit her lip, looking up at him from under her lashes in that shy way of hers that drove him crazy every time. “I…I wanted to try the breeding chair,” she whispered. “After all, isn’t this supposed to be our Bonding Week?”

Brand frowned.

“You know, it is still our Bonding Week. But I don’t want to rush you, baby. We don’t have to bond tonight.”

“I know we don’t have to,” Allara said. “But, well…I just want to be close to you, husband. As close as we can be.” She looked up at him again, nibbling her lower lip. “Could we just try it? Try having you inside me?”

“Do you really feel ready for that?” Brand asked her gently. “You’ve been through a rough few days, baby. Are you sure you don’t just want me to hold you tonight?”

But Allara shook her head firmly.

“No, I want more—I need more,” she insisted. “The Cleansing Ceremony truly helped me. The last few days seem far away—my past can’t hurt me anymore.”

Brand felt a rush of relief at her words.

“Gods, baby, you don’t know how good it is to hear you say that! If you really want to, we can try the breeding chair—as long as we take it slow.”

“As slow as you wish, husband,” she promised. “I just want to be close to you tonight—as close as I can be.”

“Well, we can’t get much closer than having my shaft deep in your soft little pussy,” Brand growled. “Let me dry off and we’ll see if the chair is as good as I’ve heard.”

Forty-Eight

Allara watched eagerly as the big Kindred climbed out of the bathing pool and toweled himself off. She couldn’t help admiring his big, muscular body and thinking that soon she would be close to him—as close as two people could get. The way he had licked her pussy until she came for him had made her feel empty and needy inside and she couldn’t stop remembering how it had been the first time he had put just the head of his shaft inside her to prove to her that it wouldn’t hurt when he finally filled her.

I want him to fill me tonight, she thought, looking up at him as he smiled and beckoned her to come with him into the living area. I want to be one with him—to form the soul-bond he told me about. Then we can never be parted again.

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