Raised to Kill

“But where is it?” Allara shook her head. “I do not understand.”

“It’s here.” He nodded down to the thick shaft between his legs. Allara saw that he was pointing to the broad flaring crown, which was, indeed, shiny with some kind of liquid.

“It comes…comes from your shaft?” Allara swallowed hard.

“Yes, it does.” He frowned thoughtfully. “It’s not our Bonding Week, so I can’t put my shaft inside you. But if I could just rub it against you—”

“Rub it against me? You mean against…my pussy?” Allara asked, feeling alarmed.

Brand nodded. “If I could do that, it would help you open for me and I could prove to you that I’ll be able to enter you when the time comes without it hurting.”

Allara bit her lip.

“I…I don’t know, husband,” she whispered. “To have you so close to me—touching me there…”

“I understand that it’s frightening,” Brand murmured. “Which is why, I’m not going to do it.’

“You’re not?” Allara felt cautiously relieved.

“No,” he said. “I’m not. You are. Here, sit up for a moment, okay?”

He helped her sit up, though her legs were still spread on either side of the table. This spread her pussy lips too, making her feel more open and naked than ever.

Brand, who was still standing between her legs, stepped a little closer.

“All right, baby,” he murmured. “I want you to take me in your hand and rub the head of my shaft all over your sweet little pussy—especially your entrance.”

One did not disobey one’s husband, Allara reminded herself. But she was still incredibly nervous as she did as he told her and reached for his shaft.

Brand stepped even closer to make it easier for her and soon she found she was holding his thick, long cock in both hands with the broad head pointed directly at her pussy.

Oh, Gods of All Creation—what if it’s a trick? What if the minute I get him right against my entrance, he shoves himself inside me? What if Aunt was right about the Kindred being cruel and he’s just been pretending to be kind to throw me off my guard?

Brand seemed to sense her trepidation because he took her face in his hands and murmured, “Look at me, Allara.”

Looking up, Allara found herself falling into his golden eyes, seeing the love and gentleness there. And, as she looked in his eyes, Brand began to sing.

“You feel the wind against your cheek

It is my love.

You see the stars in space so deep

It is my love.

Wilder than a river

Deeper than the sea

My love will always

Bring you back to me…”

It was the same song he had sung to her during their wedding reception and Allara felt it all over again, almost as though it was the very first time. Shivers ran over her skin and down her spine and a longing so great she couldn’t express it came over her. The fear she had felt melted away and she knew, once more, that the big Kindred would not hurt her.

“Husband,” she whispered. “I am ready to do as you ask and rub you against me but please…will you kiss me first?”

“Of course, baby. Love the taste of your sweet lips.”

Bending down, he took her mouth gently but with a passion that took Allara’s breath away. Heart pounding, she leaned into him, kissing back for all she was worth.

At last Brand pulled away.

“Okay, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Anytime you’re ready. Just be careful, okay? That’s delicate equipment you’re holding in your soft little hands.”

The thick, intimidating shaft didn’t look “delicate” to Allara, but she was careful as she scooted her hips forward and brought the broad, flaring head of his cock to her open pussy.

He feels so hot and hard in my hands—yet his skin is so soft, she thought, as she looked down to where the head was almost touching her. The big Kindred’s spicy scent was stronger here too, making her feel dizzy with desire.

“It’s all right, baby,” he murmured softly. “Just rub me against you.”

Biting her lip, Allara did as he said. Bringing the flaring crown of his cock to her pussy, she pressed it against her swollen folds and began to rub the shiny pre-cum at the tip into her tender flesh.

At once, she felt a warming sensation and her pussy almost seemed to beg for more. Brand, for his part, stood perfectly still, not trying to force anything, just letting Allara be completely in control.

“That’s right, baby,” he murmured, stroking her hair. “Rub my pre-cum into your soft pussy nice and deep. Don’t forget to rub me against the mouth of your hot little sex, too.”

“Y-yes, husband,” Allara whispered breathlessly. Bravely, she pressed the tip of his cock right to the tight entrance of her pussy and held it there, letting more of the warming liquid find its way inside her.

Gods of All Creation, it feels really good, she thought, pressing a little more forward to make certain the tip of his cock was lodged firmly in her entrance. It almost felt as though more would go in, if she tried to make it.