“Do I, baby girl?” he growled softly, lifting his head at last. “Does it feel good to let me taste you? To feel my tongue deep in your soft little pussy?”
He wasn’t sure how much of this she understood, but her eyes went hazy with desire and she tugged lightly on his hair.
“Bard makes Makenna feel more good?” she asked hopefully.
“And how would I do that, baby girl?” he murmured, raising an eyebrow at her.
She responded by tugging on his hair again and Bard realized she wanted to show him where she needed him.
“Please!” she moaned, pulling harder. “Please, Bard!”
Despite his determination only to heal her and nothing more, Bard felt his willpower breaking. She was so beautiful and so naked, laid out before him like this. So trusting and willing to open herself for him, he couldn’t help but take her up on her offer.
“All right, baby girl,” he murmured. “Show me where you need me. Show me how to make you feel good.”
She seemed to understand because, almost before he knew it, she was tugging his mouth to her swollen, throbbing clit and positioning his lips right over it.
“Okay, baby girl—you win,” Bard muttered. He sucked the little bud into his mouth, pursed his lips around it, and began sliding the tip of his tongue back and forth, coaxing it to come out from under its hood.
Makenna’s hips shifted restlessly and she moaned his name, her fingers tightening in his hair. The message was clear—right there. Stay there and don’t stop.
Bard could take a hint. He concentrated his efforts on her Goddess pearl, running the tip of his tongue back and forth over the sensitive bundle of nerves, teasing her lightly exactly where she needed him. He could tell she was getting close when she started pumping her hips, raising them to meet him and moaning his name.
“Bard! Bard!” she gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair until it was almost painful.
It was a pain Bard relished. Like all Kindred, he had the biological need to taste his female and not only that, he fucking loved it. Loved the way her juices were flowing just for him, loved the way she was pulling his hair and gasping his name, loved the feel of her small, curvy body writhing under his mouth as she got closer and closer to her peak.
That’s right, baby girl, he thought, his cock throbbing beneath the water as he devoured her with his tongue. That’s right, come for me—come all over my fucking face. Gods, so beautiful and ripe and sweet…
Carefully, and mindful of how recently he had healed this area, Bard slipped a single finger into her pussy mouth and began exploring her inner channel. He was looking for what some Kindred called “the second Goddess Pearl” and what the humans called “the G Spot.” Not all females had it, but if they did, it was an excellent source of additional pleasure.
He found Makenna’s spot and pressed, gently at first and then harder, massaging it with his fingertip as he continued to trace her clit with his tongue. The shy little Goddess Pearl had come all the way out from under its hood now, as though responding to his gentle but firm touch, and he was able to lick it more fully, giving her just what she needed as he rubbed her G-spot deep inside…
The combination appeared to be exactly what Makenna needed. With a gasp and a wail, her back arched and her thighs clamped around the sides of his face. She strained against him, begging and moaning in her broken Standard, calling his name as though she couldn’t get enough of his tongue in her pussy.
Below the waters of the bathing pool, Bard had his own release. He had been holding himself back for ages and feeling her come so hard under his tongue was simply too much. He could feel his balls tighten and then his cock was pulsing, shooting out stream after stream of hot seed as the orgasm took him and shook him like a hurricane.
When it was over, they were both panting and his face was covered in her juices. Makenna slumped back, her soft little body going limp as her chest heaved, her full breasts rising and falling as she tried to get enough air.
Bard knew how she felt. That had been fucking intense. It had been years since he’d tasted a female and he had almost forgotten the pleasure of giving pleasure—the deep-seated need to lap and suck and slip his tongue deep into a female’s warm, wet depths until she moaned and came just for him. Makenna was so lovely and so responsive to his touch—so hungry for it. Later he knew he would feel guilty, but for now, he was simply overwhelmed by what had happened between them.