Raised to Kill (Kindred Tales)

“Does that feel good, baby?” he murmured, still gently rubbing.

“It…it does, husband.” Her voice was high and breathless and her hips were pumping rhythmically, as though begging him for more. “It…it might feel even better if you…if you massaged inside me,” she added, sending a wave of lust straight to Brand’s aching shaft.

Touching her naked body was making him hotter than he could ever remember being, but he knew he couldn’t rush things. Gently, he parted her pussy lips a little wider and allowed his fingers to slip into her inner folds. He found her tight little clit and bracketed it with his middle and index finger. Then he began to rub again, the same, slow, up and down motion he’d been using before. And at the same time, he kept humming.

The effect on Allara was electric. She began making hot, helpless little sounds as she pumped her hips in time with his rhythm. Her toes curled and her hands fisted in the sheet over the massage table.

“Oh, husband!” she gasped. “Oh, that feels so good! I feel so…so close. I think I’m going to…going to come!”

“Come on then, baby,” Brand growled hoarsely. He knew by watching her touch herself that she could come many times in a night and he wanted to give her an orgasm right away to relax her for the rest of the massage. He kept up the steady rubbing, sliding his fingers along the sides of her sensitive little clit as she rocked against his hand, making the soft, helpless sounds of passion he liked so much.

“Husband!” she cried and then he felt her quivering all over and knew that she was coming hard.

“Gods, baby—that’s right,” he told her, his shaft throbbing under his towel. “That’s right—give it up for me and come nice and hard on my fingers.”

“Y-yes, husband!” Allara moaned. “I…I will do as you say. Oh, Gods of all Creation!”

Brand rode out her first orgasm, waiting until the quivering and moaning had stopped, before turning her over gently. Allara’s face looked soft and relaxed, all of the tension he’d seen earlier having melted away.

“Is there more to this massage then, husband?” she asked, panting a little, as Brand got more oil on his hands.

“Much more,” he assured her. “I haven’t even massaged your beautiful breasts yet, baby.”

Allara looked up at him with dreamy eyes.

“Do as you wish with me, husband,” she murmured. “I am yours.”

Her words sent a fierce rush of desire though Brand and once more he had to stop himself from kneeling to lap her soft little pussy. He couldn’t do that—not yet.

Mindful that she would need to recover a bit from her earlier orgasm, Brand began massaging the full, ripe mounds of her breasts. Allara moaned softly and arched her back, clearly offering him anything he wanted.

Gently pinching and tugging her tight nipples, Brand began to hum again. This caused her to spread her legs and begin pumping her hips once more as she moaned for him.

Brand couldn’t help admiring her gorgeous, curvy body. Gods, she was so beautiful—he couldn’t believe she was really his. Slowly he moved his big hands down her small body, rubbing and massaging until he got to her pussy again.

“Allara,” he murmured, cupping her mound and sliding one finger into her soft, wet folds to caress her clit. “I know you’re a virgin and you’ve never had a male’s shaft inside you—but have you ever been penetrated here at all—with anything?”

As he spoke, he dipped lower, circling the tiny, tight entrance to her pussy—the mouth of her sex.

“No, husband,” she murmured breathlessly. “You know it is not permitted for a woman to touch her forbidden areas. So how…how could I have been penetrated?”

She was beginning to grind her hips again, a sure sign she was ready to go for orgasm number two. The warm, feminine scent of her desire was filling his senses, making him wish again that he could taste her.

“I didn’t think so,” Brand murmured. “And do you have a maiden barrier? I know some species of humanoid do,” he added.

Allara shook her head.

“No, husband…no, I…I have no barrier.” Her breathing was faster now, and he could hear her heartbeat racing.

“Good.” Brand was relieved. He didn’t mind that his wife was a virgin, but it would be much easier to make love their first time with no barrier. He stroked a little deeper into her pussy, sliding one finger in, just to the first joint.

“This pleases you? That I have no barrier?” Allara asked, her hips moving in a longing rhythm, as though she desperately wanted more.

“It does,” Brand growled softly.

“Why husband?” She looked up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure and need.

“Because I want to continue this massage,” Brand told her. “But this time, I want to massage inside you.” Slowly, he slid his finger deeper into her sweet pussy until he was halfway inside her. “Can you let me do that, baby?” he growled softly. “Can you spread your legs for me and let me massage inside your sweet, tight little pussy?”