“Can’t reach you like that. Need you to lay down for me,” he directed her.
“Oh, um…okay,” Jillian agreed rather breathlessly. She lay back against the puffy, overstuffed couch cushions and only jumped a little when Kalis leaned over her and began lapping the top of her pussy mound.
She was glad, once again, that the area was neatly trimmed and mostly shaved, so that he could reach her easily. But she couldn’t help catching her breath when she felt the tip of his tongue tracing lightly over her slit, which was still tightly closed, due to the fact that her thighs were pressed together. Nevertheless, Kalis kept tracing her slit, over and over, with the tip of his tongue until at last he looked up at her.
“Mistress,” he murmured. “Gonna need you to spread your thighs for me, now.”
“Really?” Jillian squeaked, wishing her voice wouldn’t go so high and wavery.
Kalis nodded.
“I know the spines got you down here—I can see the redness. But I can’t reach you to heal you unless you open up for me,” he said patiently.
“Well…okay.” Jillian nodded. He’s just going to heal me, she told herself over and over. That’s it and that’s all. There’s no need to get all excited or nervous about it.
But to be honest, she was both as she finally parted her thighs and let the big Kindred between them.
Just as she had feared, her inner thighs were coated with her juices. They were shiny in the flickering firelight, making her want to close her legs again.
But Kalis stopped her.
“Don’t, Jillian,” he murmured, putting his hands on her knees to hold them open.
“But…but I’m so wet,” she whispered, her throat tight with embarrassment.
“You’re beautiful,” Kalis said gently. “And I can’t wait to taste you.”
Keeping his eyes locked with hers, he bent his head and lapped a long line from her inner knee all the way up to her inner thigh. At that point, he closed his eyes for a moment, as though savoring her flavor.
“Fucking delicious,” Jillian heard him growl. And then he was lapping her again, healing her and cleaning away her juices at the same time, savoring her as though she was a rare delicacy he’d been longing to taste for years.
She couldn’t help moaning as he finished her thighs and began bathing her outer pussy lips with long, gentle strokes of his tongue. God, his mouth on her felt so good, so right, and yet she needed more. Needed him to taste inside her—to lap her aching clit.
But you don’t have any excuse for that, whispered a little voice in her head. It’s not like the spines poked you there.
But excuse or not, she couldn’t help wanting it. She found herself arching her back and spreading her thighs wider, wishing she could ask for more, though she knew she shouldn’t…
Again, Kalis seemed to know exactly what she wanted—what she needed. He looked up, his silver-green eyes dilated in the dim golden light and filled with desire for her.
“Little Mistress,” he murmured. “Remember how I tested your nipples to be certain there was no permanent nerve damage from the venom?”
“Y-yes?” Jillian panted.
“Well…” He frowned thoughtfully. “I wonder if I shouldn’t do the same with your soft little pussy, just to be thorough.” He arched an eyebrow at her. “After all, I wouldn’t want to leave any part of you unhealed—especially such a sensitive part as that.”
“So, you want to…to…”
“To spread open your soft little pussy and taste your inner cunt,” Kalis growled, his eyes flashing. “Want to taste your juices right from the source, Mistress. Want to suck your sweet little clit into my mouth and tease you with my tongue. Just to be certain you’re healed, of course,” he added, flashing her a hungry grin. “And to be really sure, I’d need to make you come—come all over my face while I taste you.”
Jillian felt her stomach flutter with need and desire at his hot words and the hungry way he was looking at her.
Shouldn’t be doing this—you’re going too fast, just like you did with Brad, whispered a warning little voice in her head. But she pushed it aside. She wanted this too much—needed it too much to deny his request.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, Kalis—go ahead. Do…do what you have to in order to be sure I’m, uh healed.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he growled and then he was burying his face between her thighs and lapping her open pussy.
Jillian moaned breathlessly and tilted her hips as his tongue invaded her, sliding deep to explore her inner folds and circle her throbbing clit. Somehow, her hands found his thick, black and iron-gray hair and she found she was tugging shamelessly, urging him on even as she opened herself to him completely.
Kalis responded to her eagerness with a hungry growl. Wrapping his muscular arms around her thighs, he split her legs even wider, lapping as though he was a man dying of thirst and she was the only water for miles around.