Raised to Kill (Kindred Tales)

She followed Brand out of the fresher and watched as he settled himself in the gliding breeding chair. His thick shaft was erect between his thighs and every time the chair moved forward, it thrust up as his pelvis was tilted by the hinged seat.

“Oh, husband,” she murmured, biting her lip. “This chair will make you thrust so deeply into me!”

“Not if you don’t want me to,” Brand told her firmly. “I’ll only go as deep as you want, baby. And you don’t have to take any more than you feel like you can—especially not my Mating Fist.”

Allara’s eyes went to the thick swelling at the base of his shaft. It was hard to believe that something so big could fit in her. But the same could be said of the rest of his shaft, she thought. And she knew that the compounds in both his saliva and his precum would help her open to take both if she wanted to.

I want to, she thought as she came to straddle the big Kindred’s lap. Oh, Gods of All Creation, I want to so much!

But the process couldn’t be rushed—not that Brand would let her rush it even if she wanted to. He held her hips firmly as Allara reached between them and grasped his thick shaft in one hand.

She remembered how it had been before, when he urged her just to rub him against her to spread his precum inside her pussy. Now she did it again, pressing the broad head of his shaft between her pussy lips and rubbing it against her swollen clit, loving the warm sensation of him spreading her open and sliding against her slippery folds.

“Gods, baby, feels so damn good when you do that,” Brand growled softly.

“It…it feels good to me too,” Allara whispered breathlessly. But as wonderful as it felt to rub his broad crown against her Goddess pearl, she wanted more—wanted the big Kindred inside her.

Carefully, she slid the thick shaft lower, positioning the head just at the mouth of her pussy. She thought of how frightened she’d been of this moment during their first wedding day—of how sure she’d been that Brand’s thickness would tear her. Now, she had no such fear. She was extremely wet and ready after the way he’d made her come with his tongue and she knew that the compounds his body made just for her, had made her open and receptive to taking the massive shaft deep in her body.

Biting her lip in concentration, she braced her hands on Brand’s broad shoulders and began to lower herself down.

“Easy, baby—take it slow,” he murmured, still holding her hips firmly. He was watching her face anxiously, looking for the least sign of discomfort, Allara was sure.

But she felt no pain or discomfort at all. There was a stretching sensation but it felt good—as though her body was opening eagerly for her husband’s thick shaft. Her inner walls were being parted by a cock for the first time but there was nothing but pleasure in the experience.

“That’s right, baby—come down slowly,” Brand told her again. “Gods, it’s so hot to watch my shaft slide into your tight little pussy!”

Allara liked watching the process too. It made her feel incredibly hot and incredibly brave to watch the big Kindred’s long, thick shaft disappear into the tightly-stretched mouth of her pussy. She was just wondering how much more she could take when she felt him bottom out inside her, the head of his cock kissing the very end of her channel.

“Oh, husband,” she sighed as she settled down on him at last. “You’re in me so deep!”

“All but my mating fist, baby. But that’s okay,” he murmured, stroking her back. “Like I told you, we don’t have to bond tonight. Let’s just concentrate on being close—here, lean against my chest and put your feet on the footrests.”

Allara did as she was told, settling against him chest-to-chest and nestling her head on his broad shoulder again as her feet found the footrests on either side of the chair.

“Mmm, husband—this is nice,” she murmured, rubbing her cheek against his bare skin and breathing in his spicy scent. “I like being so close to you.”

“I like it too, baby,” he growled softly. He was humming softly, his Song washing over her as his big hands were roaming up and down her bare back, making Allara shiver with pleasurable sensation. The flickering flames seemed to make his golden eyes glow softly as he looked down at her. She thought she had never felt so safe or so loved in her life as she felt now, sitting on her husband’s lap in front of the fire, with his shaft buried deep in her pussy.

Allara looked up at him, loving him with all her heart.

“Are you ready to rock with me now?” she asked softly. “Will you make the chair move, husband?”