He spent a good long time nuzzling and Marking her all around her pussy without actually kissing or licking where she needed him most. At last, though, it seemed Makenna could wait no more.
“Bard, please…” Her small hands reached for him. Bard felt a shiver go down his spine as she found him and tangled her small fingers in his rough hair. “Please,” she moaned softly. “Heal Makenna…please.”
“All right, baby girl. All right,” he said soothingly.
Looking at her ripe little pussy, it was clear that she was in need of some healing. Her puffy outer lips were already opening on their own to show her inner folds. Bard parted them a little further with his thumbs to get a better look. Their normal ripe tinga berry color was even darker—swollen and scratched by the removal of the spreader. No wonder the medicated water had stung!
Poor little female—it was clear she really was in need of healing. Compassion twisted his heart as he sensed her pain. All he wanted to do was ease her agony and make her all better again. But he needed to be gentle—he was well aware that she’d probably never been touched with tenderness in her life.
Bard wanted to show her that males didn’t only hurt and take—he wanted her to know that there could be love and gentleness in his touch—that this soft little part of her was worthy of worship and respect and care.
Tenderly, he parted her a little further and laid a soft, open-mouthed kiss on her open pussy, kissing her here the same way he would have kissed her mouth. The animalistic need to taste her rose inside him, making him want to devour her—to lap and suck her honey right from the source, but Bard suppressed it sharply. He wanted to let her get used to his mouth on such a sensitive area—didn’t want to frighten her by going too fast, too soon.
Makenna stiffened a little at first but then she seemed to relax, for her thighs spread wider and he could feel her carding through his hair with her fingers.
“Bard…” she half whispered/ half moaned. “Bard heals…”
“Yes, baby girl—that’s what I’m gonna do. Gonna heal you,” Bard assured her, his voice sounding low and hoarse in his own ears.
Dipping his head again, he pressed his tongue to her slippery folds and began lapping. He was glad to see the red marks left by the removal of the spreader erasing themselves as he licked. The more he bathed Makenna’s soft little pussy with his tongue, the better and healthier her inner folds looked.
Though there was one area where she got more swollen and instead of less, he noticed. Her tight little Goddess pearl was peeking out from under its hood, looking very in need of attention.
But I’m not supposed to be pleasuring her—I’m supposed to be healing her, Bard reminded himself. And he was certain there were more areas to heal. After all, it wasn’t just her folds that had suffered the most damage from that damn spreader—it was her inner channel. He could see the redness and swelling at her pussy mouth and he knew it must get worse further in.
“Baby girl,” he said, looking up at Makenna as he licked her salty-sweet juices from his lips. “Need to heal inside you too. Okay? Inside.”
To illustrate his point, he placed one fingertip just at the entrance of her pussy.
Makenna flinched from his light touch and Bard knew he’d been right—this was the most sensitive area which had suffered the most damage. But when he looked into her eyes, she nodded.
“Bard heals,” she whispered trustingly. “Heals not hurts.”
“I’ll be as gentle as I can, baby girl,” Bard growled softly, feeling his heart fist in his chest again. Gods, she was so beautiful—so trusting. He loved the way she was willing to open herself to him, even when she was frightened. “It’s gonna be okay,” he told her, kissing her inner thigh and then the top of her mound, just over the little patch of black curls. “Everything is gonna be okay, baby girl. You just open up and let me in so I can heal you.”
She nodded her understanding and spread her legs wider, inviting him back in.
Bard didn’t hesitate to take her up on her mute offer. Ducking his head, he slipped his tongue as deeply into her inner channel as he could, bathing her gently as he lapped away the pain and erased the abrasions left by the cruel spreader.
Makenna sighed and started carding her soft little fingers through his hair again. She even tilted her hips to help him reach her, allowing Bard to fuck her gently with his tongue as he did his best to bathe every area she’d been hurt.
“Mmmm…Bard,” she murmured as he slid his tongue in and out of her, doing his best to reach the bottom of her channel which was still surprisingly tight, considering the awful spreader she’d been wearing. “Mmmm…so good. Bard makes Makenna feel so good.”