Burning for Love (Kindred Tales)

Rissa felt herself melting under those soft, gentle words and the tender look in his eyes.

“All right, James,” she whispered, spreading her thighs a little. “If…if you really want to and you think it would help, I trust you. Do what you need to.”

They were almost the same words she’d used earlier, when she’d given him permission to tear the awful Chastity Device off her. And just as he had before, James went to work at once.

He was shirtless, wearing only his tight black trousers as he lay between her legs. Rissa had a vague memory of him tearing the shirt off and laying down beside her in the cool green grass of the palace gardens what seemed like a hundred years ago. But the main point was that his muscular arms were deliciously cool as he wrapped them around her heated thighs and pressed his mouth to her pussy mound.

She felt a cooling sensation as his tongue lapped over the heated flesh of her mound again and again. To her surprise, it really did work—wherever his tongue touched her, the awful ache seemed to fade. Rissa moaned softly in appreciation.

“Oh yes, James—that does feel better!” she told him, reaching down to stroke his thick, dark hair. “It doesn’t hurt at all anymore, where the shield dug into me.”

He looked up briefly, his eyes blazing.

“Then I’m going to heal you lower…deeper. Is that all right with you, Princess?”

She nodded, a bit shyly.

“Should…should I do anything?”

“Just keep your legs spread for me,” James directed. “And keep stroking my hair,” he added, his voice dropping to a hoarse growl. “I like the feel of your hands on me while I heal you…while I taste you.”

Rissa found it very easy to comply with his directions. She loved the feel of his thick, silky hair between her fingers as he continued to lick her.

He started with her outer pussy lips, healing the tender flesh where the harsh nubs had dug in as the shield pressed against her. He spent quite a long time doing it until Rissa felt completely healed and said so. She was also feeling quite restless between her legs. Though his tongue occasionally grazed the tender little bud of her clit, giving her a tiny spark of pleasure, it wasn’t his main focus at the moment.

“James,” she whispered breathlessly, tugging lightly at his hair. “I…I think the, er, outside of me is quite better now.”

He surveyed her pussy mound and outer lips with the critical eye of a craftsman making certain he has done a good job. Finally, he nodded.

“Yes, I think you’re right.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “Are you ready to let me heal the rest of you now, sweetheart? I may have to put my tongue deep inside you—inside your soft little channel—to heal you everywhere.”

“You…you will?” Rissa bit her lip.

“Don’t be afraid,” James murmured, stroking her inner thigh tenderly. “I know you’re hurt inside but I’m going to be very, very gentle. Just think of it as a kiss, all right? A long, deep kiss inside your soft little pussy.”

The thought of him kissing her so deeply in such an intimate area gave Rissa a funny little quiver in her belly but she was quite certain that she could trust the big Kindred. And if he said he wanted to kiss her there in order to heal her, she believed him.

“All right, James,” she murmured. “I trust you. Go…go ahead.”

“Good, sweetheart.” He dropped a gentle kiss on her inner thigh. “That’s good. Just lie back and open your legs wide for me. Lie back and let me heal you.”

A shiver of something—need? desire?—rushed through her and Rissa did as he said. Relaxing back against the pillows of the big, Kindred-sized bed, she spread her thighs even wider, baring her pussy for him completely.

“I am ready, James,” she murmured. “Ready to let your tongue inside me. Go ahead and heal me now.”

58

James thought that his heart had never felt so full. The emotions which had been tormenting him so horribly such a short time ago were now filling him with sensations too wonderful to describe.

The sight of Ka’rissa lying there, opening herself for him so trustingly, made him ache to heal and protect her. But at the same time, the warm, feminine scent of her pussy and the salty sweet taste of her juices made his shaft so hard it felt like a solid iron pole between his thighs. He also found that he loved the feeling of her soft little fingers carding through his hair as he tasted her.

“Touch me,” he told her, wrapping his arms around her thighs to open her even wider. “Gods, I love the feel of your hands in my hair while I taste you, sweetheart!”

“Oh, James…” she whispered and then she was weaving her fingers through his hair again, sending shivers down his spine as he bent to lap her open pussy.