Delivered by the Defender (Kindred Tales)

For her part, Selena didn’t object. She only made a soft, needy little sound and shifted her hips as he tugged at her tight peaks. The sounds seemed to go straight to Valen’s shaft, which started aching again in his trousers, but he tried to ignore it.

However, he couldn’t ignore the harness maker’s next request.

“No, no—still not hard enough. Suck her nipples, Master Kindred,” he commanded. “That should help.”

Valen didn’t ask permission. He was her Master—asking her consent was the same as advertising that he wasn’t dominant enough to keep her as his Dependent Female, which could invite unwanted challenges from other males. So he simply stepped around in front of her and bent his head to circle her right peak with his tongue. This was made considerably easier by the broad pedestal she was standing on, which normalized their heights somewhat, though Valen was still taller by a head.

“Ohhhh,” Selena sighed softly. Her eyes were fixed on the sight of his tongue tip circling her rigid nipple and Valen thought he could catch the warm scent of her feminine desire, despite the fact that her thighs were tightly pressed together.

But this still wasn’t good enough for the harness maker.

“No, no!” he exclaimed, frowning. “That won’t do at all, Master Kindred. Please do as I say and suck her nipples. In fact, I need you to suck them as hard as you can.”

Again, Valen didn’t ask permission. Instead, he sucked the nipple he had been circling lightly with his tongue, deep into his mouth.

Selena made a little gasping sound that was half pain/half pleasure and thrust her breast forward, as though offering him more.

The motion sent a surge of desire straight to his shaft and Valen could feel his fangs getting longer and sharper with the need to bite. He could call a vein here—actually, he could call a vein anywhere on her body—it was a Pitch-Blood Kindred trait. But he knew very well that she wouldn’t enjoy being bitten in such a sensitive area unless he was stimulating her elsewhere. Or, unless she was his fated mate—which was nearly impossible.

The odds of a Pitch-Blood finding his fated mate—the one female in the entire universe meant for him alone, who found pleasure in his bite on the most intimate parts of her body—were vanishingly small. No odds-maker in the universe would bet on them, and neither would Valen.

So instead of biting, he continued to suck long and hard, first on one peak and then the other, until both were tight and an even darker pink than when he had started. He loved the feel of her heavy breasts cupped in his hands and the salty-sweet taste of her skin. But more than anything, he loved the way the little Elite was reacting to him.

Because, the deep suction seemed to affect Selena profoundly. She shifted her hips, pressing her thighs together, and her breath began to come in soft pants.

“Oh,” she moaned softly. “Oh, Master…”

To Valen’s surprise, hearing her call him that sent a sudden surge of desire to his already-hard shaft. He found that he liked it for some reason, though why, he couldn’t tell. And at the same time, the scent of her desire grew even stronger.

“Master,” she panted again, her little hands squeezing into fists at her sides, as though she could barely stand the stimulation. “Oh, God!”

Valen could have sucked her sweet nipples all night, but at last, the harness maker seemed satisfied.

“Good, very good.” He nodded at Valen. “Thank you, Master Kindred. And now for the domes.”

Carefully, he placed the delicate crystal domes over her swollen, dark pink areolas, locking them in place on the rings with a soft, click. The domes seemed to magnify her nipples, making them look even larger and riper—at least to Valen’s eyes.

“Very good.” The harness maker nodded in approval. “They look lovely and I’ll give you a remote to increase or decrease the suction, as you see fit, Master Kindred. Now then…” He rubbed his hands together. “It’s time for the second half.”

“The…the second half?” Selena asked faintly.

She was still panting a little, her big brown eyes dilated with pleasure, though Valen had not been overly gentle with her. He had, in fact, been sucking as hard as he could, but she seemed to take the pain as part of the pleasure. He frowned to himself—was there some reason she seemed to be getting aroused by this process, rather than angry or hurt? He didn’t know, but he was definitely intrigued by her reactions.

“Yes—the bottom half, my dear,” the chief harness maker told her. “Come now, there’s no time to lose. The banquet will be starting very soon.” He looked at Valen. “Now then, Master Kindred, have the kindness to part her thighs for me so that I can see what we’re working with.”