“Master,” she whispered, bucking her hips up, just a little bit. “Oh God, Master, yes.”
Valen looked up, his eyes half-lidded with desire.
“Is it helping, little one?” he asked thickly. “Gods, your soft little pussy is delicious. Is it feeling better now?”
“I think maybe it’s starting to feel better,” Selena whispered breathlessly. “Does…does it look better to you, Master?” she asked hesitantly.
Valen frowned as he examined her.
“Difficult to say,” he murmured. “You’re still swollen—perhaps I’d better lick you some more.”
“That…that would probably be a good idea,” Selena whispered. She was trying not to pant or thrust her hips too obviously, though she wanted to do both. But when she shifted her hips, Valen gave her a stern look.
“Hold still now, Selena. Be a good girl and spread your legs wide and hold still so I can lick your soft little pussy.”
God, she loved it when he talked dirty to her! Especially in that deep, stern voice of his!
Moaning softly, Selena relaxed back on the bed, watching as the big Kindred bowed over her again and, starting at the mouth of her pussy, dragged his tongue upward over the swollen little bump of her clit.
“Ohhhh,” she couldn’t help gasping, her hips twitching. “Oh, Master!”
In response, Valen wound his long, muscular arms around her legs and split her thighs even wider. Looking up, he frowned at her reprovingly.
“How can I heal you if you’re moving all over the place? Do I have to hold you down, like this, in order to heal you?”
“I…I don’t know,” Selena whispered, biting her lip. Oh God, this was how she loved to be Mastered! To be held down like this—restrained while he lapped her open cunt. And he was so big and strong, there was nothing she could do about it—nothing but submit as he stroked her pussy with his tongue over and over again…
“Hold still,” Valen warned her once more. Then he bent his head again and went back to bathing her pussy with long, firm licks. But every time he dragged his warm, wet tongue over her throbbing clit, Selena felt closer to coming. The pleasure that had been building in her all day was getting closer and closer to drowning her and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.
“Master…” she whispered desperately as Valen continued to explore her pussy with his tongue. “Master, I think…think I’m going to…if you keep on, er, healing me, I’m afraid I’m going to…to come.”
Valen looked up again. His mouth and chin were shiny with her juices and the lust in his eyes was unmistakable.
“That’s all right, little one,” he growled softly. “Sometimes healing can bring pleasure with it. If you need to come on my tongue while I lick you—while I spread my Essence over your soft little pussy—it’s all right.”
“So…you won’t be mad if I do?” Selena panted.
“Of course not,” he murmured. “I’ll even help you reach the peak. Here.”
Unwrapping one arm from her leg, he slipped two long fingers into his mouth and then circled the mouth of her pussy with his fingertips.
“This will help me spread my Essence deep inside you,” he explained. “And give your soft little pussy something to hold onto if you need to orgasm while I lick you—while I heal you.”
“Yes,” Selena agreed breathlessly. “While…while you heal me. Oh, Master!”
Her last words were a moan of pure pleasure, for he had slipped his fingers deep inside her, filling her to the limit.
Selena arched her back, moaning with pleasure as Valen went back to licking her. At the same time, he was giving her some kind of internal massage, rubbing hard against the inner wall of her channel, finding some secret, hidden spot no lover had ever found before.
Is that my G-spot? she wondered deliriously as Valen continued to bathe her clit with his tongue and massage deep inside her at the same time. Oh my God, I thought that was a myth!
And then, suddenly, it was too much. Something inside her snapped and pleasure flooded her. Her hips bucked up helplessly and she found that she had threaded her fingers through Valen’s long, dark hair and was pulling him down, tugging restlessly as she moaned his name like a prayer.
“Valen…Master…yes…oh yes!” she cried, helpless to control her pleasure.
She could feel the sharp points of his fangs bracketing her tender clit as he lapped and sucked and fucked her with his fingers. Though the big Kindred was being careful, the sensation started a new fire in her and she wanted more.
“Bite me!” she begged, twisting her hips restlessly and tugging shamelessly on his dark hair. “Bite me, Valen—do it!”
He looked up, panting, his eyes red with need—with hunger.
“I cannot.” His voice was hoarse with desire. “I can call a vein anywhere on your body, but I cannot bite you in such a sensitive area. It would hurt you.”