Lan’ara wasn’t too sure about the position he was describing, but by that time the touch cravings inside her had grown so bad she was desperate to have him touch her. The hungry flower inside her was clamoring to be fed and if the only way to satiate it was to feed the big Kindred her pussy, well, she was willing to do it.
Straddling his head, she braced her knees on the padded arms of the couch, feeling both sensual and vulnerable at the same time. She could feel her pussy lips parting, showing the big Kindred her slippery inner folds and the throbbing bud of her clit.
“Lower,” Need commanded, wrapping his muscular arms around her hips and urging her down. “I need to get my tongue really deep into your soft little pussy if I’m going to try and heal you.”
“Yes, my Lord,” Lan’ara whispered and allowed him to pull her pussy down to his mouth.
The moment his lips met hers, the big Kindred gave a groan of pure desire and began to lap eagerly, running his tongue between her outer pussy lips to taste her secret treasures.
Lan’ara moaned and arched her back, feeling as though her whole body was on fire with pleasure. The feeling of his warm, wet tongue bathing her sensitive clit and her inner folds was almost too much to bear and yet she needed more.
“My Lord Need,” she moaned, working her hips to rub against his mouth and tongue. “Oh, that feels so good!”
Need didn’t even try to answer her. Instead, he urged her even lower and then Lan’ara felt something warm and wet breach her entrance and slip deep into her pussy.
His tongue, she thought feeling as though she might fly apart into pleasure at any moment. Gods and Goddesses, that’s his tongue entering me. He’s licking inside me like he promised—trying to heal me with his essence.
That seemed to be exactly what Need was doing, but he didn’t stop there. As his tongue continued to explore her depths, his long arms reached up so he could cup her full breasts and tug on her nipples once more.
Lan’ara gave a soft cry as ripples of pleasure ran through her. She could feel herself getting near the peak. The feeling of the big Kindred’s long, hot tongue fucking slowly into her while he twisted her ripe buds was almost too much to bear.
“My Lord,” she moaned brokenly. “Oh, yes, my Lord Need. That feels so right…so good!”
As the words left her mouth, she felt herself reaching the peak and tipping over as her orgasm rushed through her. Her whole body tightened up and she couldn’t get a deep enough breath. Gods, why did it feel so good—so right—to let the big Kindred touch and taste her this way? She didn’t know and didn’t have time to analyze it—her brain was too taken over by the pleasure he had given her with his tongue.
All she wanted was for it to never end.
Twenty-Nine
Need didn’t know, later, how long he’d spent tasting the girl. He drove her to many, many orgasms and reached a few himself, when she got up and switched positions so that she was straddling his face in the opposite direction.
She then leaned over and freed his shaft from his trousers. And while Need continued to taste her, she tasted him as well, lapping the aching ridge of his cock and swirling her little pink tongue around the broad crown until he shot his seed down her thirsty throat.
He told himself it was wrong and he shouldn’t let her do it, yet somehow he seemed powerless to stop her as she swallowed his seed. He was too busy lapping her pussy honey himself to make her cease her own illicit activities and before he knew it, the two of them had spent half the night tasting each other.
They wound up in the bed with Lan’ara curled against his side once more, like a sleepy, contented feline. He had never managed to restore her maidenhead, which seemed to be gone for good, but strangely, the girl didn’t seem to mind. She seemed happy just to be with him—happy to have his arms around her as they cuddled naked together.
And once again, as he drifted off to sleep, Need new he had taken another step down the path of letting the girl into his heart.
Have to stop, he told himself sleepily. Can’t go on like this! The next thing you know you’ll be putting your shaft inside her instead of your tongue and then sinking your fangs in her neck to inject your essence while you fill her with your seed.
And if he did that—if he bonded Lan’ara to him—he would never be able to give her up to another male. And he wouldn’t be able to guard his heart against her either. For then she would be a part of him, just as Cleah had been—and he would be vulnerable to the same pain of loss that had nearly driven him mad so many years ago.