“Of course it does—it’s a caressing-fur from Sorba Six.” Valen gave her a smile that was half amused/half aroused. “It will stroke and play with your nipples and your Goddess pearl while I massage your back. But, as with the cleansing blooms, it won’t give you enough stimulation to orgasm. As I said, I reserve that pleasure for myself.”
“Oh…” Selena bit her lip. “Okay.”
“Let me help you onto the bed, little one. Lay facedown and spread your arms and legs—let the fur work on you,” he instructed, helping her up onto the high mattress.
Selena did as he ordered, lying facedown on the soft white rug with her head turned to one side. She sighed deeply as she felt the soft fur caressing her naked flesh. Just as Valen had said, the tiny, soft fibers seemed to be brushing against her nipples in a purposeful way. Then she felt them stroking her outer pussy lips.
“Oh,” she whispered. “They…they’re touching me!”
“They are supposed to,” Valen murmured. “Shall I spread your outer pussy lips to let them caress your Goddess pearl?”
“Y-yes, please, Master,” Selena stuttered, her heart pounding.
“Good. Then spread your thighs wider for me,” Valen commanded.
Selena did as he said and felt his big, warm hands sliding up her inner thighs. Then he was parting her outer pussy lips with his thumbs and spreading them wide.
“Ohhhh…” Selena gasped as the ultra soft fibers of the caressing-fur began to stroke and tease her inner pussy. She could feel them sliding against her swollen clit, almost as though they were licking her.
“Do you like it, little one?” Valen growled. “It’s certainly an erotic sight—seeing your little pussy get massaged and caressed by the fur.”
“It…I think it feels even better than the cleansing blooms did,” Selena admitted. “It’s so soft and ticklish and it…it’s stroking me so gently.”
“Too gently to make you come, I hope,” Valen growled softly. “I want to do that myself.”
“It’s very pleasurable but it can’t quite get me there,” Selena admitted.
“Good—because I want to take you there,” he murmured. “Now I want you to just lie there and relax while I get the massage oil warm.”
He poured some oil from a small metal flask into one cupped palm and then rubbed his hands together briskly. As Selena lay prone on the table with the fur stroking and caressing her nipples and spread pussy, he began to knead and stroke her neck and back and shoulders with his big, warm hands.
“Ohhh…” she couldn’t help moaning. God, it felt so good to be stroked and teased by the fur and massaged by the big Kindred simultaneously! It was relaxing and incredibly stimulating at the same time and Valen wasn’t rushing in the least. He was taking his time, kneading and stroking her entire body as though he wanted to work each separate muscle and relax her thoroughly.
“I feel like I’m made of Jell-O,” Selena murmured, as he finished on her back and slid his hands down to start kneading and massaging her ass. “This is wonderful, Valen, but you don’t have to do it.” She looked up at him. “You don’t have to convince me with a massage—I want you to Claim me.”
“I want you to know that being with me sexually doesn’t always involve pain,” he said earnestly. “I felt so bad about the other night—when I bit you between your legs and you blacked out from the intense agony—I just want you to see it doesn’t have to be like that. And if you fear my fangs, I don’t ever have to bite you again.”
“What?” Selena rolled over on her side so she could look up at him fully. “What are you talking about, ‘intense agony’? I didn’t black out because I was in pain.”
“You didn’t?” He frowned down at her. “Then why—”
“It was pleasure,” Selena explained. “I had the most intense orgasm of my life when you bit me there.” She nodded between her legs.
“You did?” Valen’s eyebrows shot up and he looked at her with an expression of absolute shock.
“Well…yes.” Selena wasn’t sure why he looked so surprised. He had told her that he couldn’t give her pleasure when he bit to take blood, but surely it must happen sometimes.
“But…but that would be impossible. Unless you’re my…”
“Your what?” Selena sat up fully now, looking anxiously into his eyes. “What is it, Valen? You’re scaring me!”
“Unless you’re my fated mate,” he said faintly. “Which should be impossible—or at least, incredibly improbable. The chance of a Pitch-Blood Kindred meeting his fated mate—the one female in all the universe who can feel pleasure from his bite when he takes blood from her most sensitive areas—is a million to one.”
“So are you saying we beat the odds?” Selena asked, smiling. “That’s wonderful!”
He shook his head.
“Maybe…I’m not quite sure.”
“Do a test,” Selena suggested. “Bite me here.” She nodded down at one of her breasts. Her nipples were tight and sensitive from being sucked by the blossoms and Valen himself, as well as being stroked by the alien fur.