Raised to Kill (Kindred Tales)

Allara moaned softly at the feel of his hot mouth moving over her smooth, bare flesh and his tongue dipping lower to tease the top of her slit. It felt so good she didn’t even say anything about how he was only halfway kissing her panties now.

After a few long, drawn-out kisses, Brand pulled back and looked up at her again.

“Tell me, baby, how would you feel about pulling these sweet little panties down just a little bit more? It would make it easier for me to reach you—I mean reach them, so I could kiss them better.”

Allara nibbled her lower lip uncertainly.

“But husband,” she said softly. “If I pull them down anymore, my entire pussy slit will be exposed.”

“But you’ll still have your panties on,” Brand pointed out. “Which means I’ll be kissing them, not your pussy.”

Allara wasn’t certain about his logic, but it felt like the right thing to do. And besides, she was getting so hot and wet between her legs, her head felt fuzzy with desire and it was hard to argue.

“Yes, husband,” she whispered. “You can…can pull them lower, if you wish to.”

“I do wish to, baby—very much,” Brand growled. And reaching up, he tugged the panties down until the little black velvet triangle was over halfway down her slit.

Leaning forward, he pressed a soft kiss to the front of her panties…and then let his mouth travel up to kiss her exposed pussy slit.

Allara moaned softly as she felt his hot tongue slip inside her fully, lapping gently at her slippery inner folds and then finding her swollen clit to trace again and again and again…

“Oh…” she gasped, writhing under the slow, gentle kiss. “Oh, husband! That feels…feels so good. I am so close!”

Brand looked up, his golden eyes burning.

“Then let me pull your panties down a little bit more, baby. What do you say?”

“I say…do as you wish, husband,” Allara panted. “As long as…as you do not take them off altogether.”

“Of course not, baby,” he promised her. And then he proceeded to pull the panties down, baring her entire pussy.

“Oh, husband!” Allara protested. “You promised you would not take them all the way off!”

“I’m not, sweetheart,” he told her, slipping the panties over her right foot. “Look—you’ve still got them on.” He motioned to where the black velvet panties were still looped over her left ankle, dangling there like something forgotten…or unneeded, Allara thought.

“Well,” she whispered. “I suppose as long as I’m still wearing them…”

“It should be all right for me to kiss you,” Brand finished for her. “So go ahead, baby, spread your legs and let me kiss you the way you need to be kissed. Let me make you come.”

Allara could resist no longer. The logic of having panties on or off or pulled up or down completely escaped her mind. All she wanted to do, she found, was open her legs and let the big Kindred do as he wished with her.

Which Brand proceeded to do. He leaned forward and this time, with no fabric in the way, he was able to spread her pussy lips wide with his thumbs and give her a full, unobstructed kiss.

Allara moaned at the way he sucked her clit into his mouth and bathed it with his tongue, kissing her pussy with the same gentle, intense tenderness that he used when he kissed her mouth. Hardly knowing she was doing it, she reached for him, her hands creeping into his thick black hair and urging him on.

“Oh, husband!” she gasped as her hips bucked up to meet his gentle kisses. “Oh, husband—more!”

Her words seemed to spur Brand on. With a low growl of pure desire, he looped his muscular arms around her legs, splitting her thighs even wider.

Then he devoured her.

There was no other word for it, Allara thought deliriously. He was no longer kissing or tasting her delicately—now he was like a starving man and she was his sustenance.

“Oh, Gods of All Creation!” she gasped as she felt him slide his tongue deep in her channel, as the pad of his thumb continued to circle her swollen clit. She was getting close—so close—she could feel the pleasure building in her the way thunderclouds massed before a storm. In just a moment, lightning would strike and the pleasure was likely to electrocute her with its intensity.

Her fingers tightened in Brand’s thick hair and she rode his tongue with complete abandon. She no longer cared that her people considered this act wrong and bad—her new husband liked it and he was so good at it. And that was good enough for Allara.

At that moment, Brand replaced his tongue with two thick fingers and went back to lapping her swollen clit. The feeling of being so deeply penetrated at the same time he was bathing her sensitive Goddess pearl was too much for Allara. The thunderclouds broke and pleasure—as jagged as a spike of lightning—skewered her.