Raised to Kill

“You…you can?” Allara breathed. She found she was thrusting out her breasts, almost as though she was begging him to touch her.

“Mmm, yes I can, baby.” Putting out one long finger, Brand began to trace the outline of her nipple. “Right here,” he murmured.

The gentle touch seemed to set her on fire and Allara moaned and moved towards him, pushing the full mound of one breast into his big hand and rubbing against him.

Brand growled low in his throat and palmed her breast eagerly, touching her more fully. At the same time, he ducked down so that he could kiss her mouth again and then her neck.

Allara moaned again as his hot, wet tongue lapped just under her ear, sending shivers through her entire body. Oh, Gods of all Creation, what was happening to her? Why couldn’t she stop acting this way?

“Husband,” she whispered breathlessly. “When you touch me and put your mouth on me, why…why does it make my forbidden areas ache?”

He pulled back, frowning a little.

“Who told you they were forbidden, sweetheart?”

“Oh, well…” Allara bit her lip, ashamed to tell him. “I…was caught by my aunt, um, exploring myself cycles ago, when I was younger. She was…very upset and, er, beat me with a broom.”

“What?” He shook his head. “That’s ridiculous, baby. It’s your body—you should be able to touch yourself any way you want to.”

“But I don’t exactly know how.” Allara looked up at him appealingly. “Maybe you could…could show me some more, husband?” she asked softly.

“Mmm, baby, it would be my pleasure. Come here.”

Cupping her small body in his muscular left arm, he stroked over her breasts again, plucking teasingly at her sensitive nipples right through the silky material of her night gown.

“Ohhh!” Allara moaned. She was arching her back again, she found, and her legs had somehow opened on their own.

Brand’s long fingers slid down until they were cupping her heated mound through the thin nightgown.

“Mmm, baby, I can tell your soft little pussy is getting all wet and hot, even through this naughty little gown,” he rumbled.

“You…you can? How can you?” Allara moaned, pumping against his hand.

“Like this. If you’ll hold still, I can show you,” he murmured.

With an effort, Allara stilled her restless hips and lay still on the bed, her legs spread wide for her new husband.

“Good girl,” Brand whispered. “Now see? Your soft little nightgown is thin enough for me to spread your sweet pussy lips open like this.”

And, as Allara watched, he did exactly that, parting the plump lips of her swollen nether mouth and exposing her slippery inner folds and the little bump that nestled there.

“Mmm, would you look at that?” Brand murmured. “So hot and wet baby…” And he began to stroke the inside of her pussy through the thin, silky material.

“Ohhh!” Allara arched her back, helpless to stop the waves of pleasure that rolled through her. It felt so good and yet she needed more. “Please, husband,” she begged, rolling her hips again. “Move the gown so that I may feel your touch more fully!”

“Can’t, baby—it would break the rules of the Claiming Period.” He sounded regretful. “You can touch yourself, if you want, though,” he offered.

Allara looked at him uncertainly.

“You…you want me to touch my forbidden areas?”

“Why not?” He shrugged. “It’s just you and me here, baby and you know I won’t mind. In fact, I would love to see you lift your nightgown and pet your soft little pussy for me.”

One did not disobey one’s husband, Allara reminded herself, her heart pounding. If Brand wanted to watch her stroke her forbidden areas, then she must do it.

“All right, husband,” she said, her voice breathless with need. “I…I will touch myself if you wish me to.”

“Mmm, I do wish you to, baby. Pull up your nightgown and stroke that hot little pussy for me,” he growled softly. “Let me see you make yourself feel good.”

Hands trembling with desire, Allara obeyed him. Pulling up her nightgown, she bared her forbidden areas willingly for the first time to a man.

Brand’s golden eyes were half-lidded with desire as he watched.

“That’s right, baby,” he murmured. “Spread your pussy lips for me. Let me see that sweet little clit.”

“Yes, husband,” Allara whispered. Sliding two trembling fingers down her belly, she used them to part her nether lips, revealing the aching little button that felt so good when she touched it.

“Gods, look how hot and wet you are, baby!” Brand groaned. “Show me how you like to touch yourself. Show me what makes you feel good.”

Allara felt a pleasurable kind of embarrassment. She had never dreamed of doing such a thing—putting on a show and displaying her naked body in this way. And yet, the way Brand was looking at her made her feel beautiful…desirable…and bolder than she could ever imagine. But she still needed something to help her feel right about doing this.