This time Lan’ara couldn’t quite hold back the soft little moan of pleasure that escaped her lips. The feeling of a hungry flower opening inside her seemed stronger than ever and she was beginning to get that feeling again—the feeling of climbing up a mountain to reach some unknown summit.
“Oh,” she whisper-moaned as the big Kindred continued to circle her throbbing clit. “Oh, yes, my Lord. That’s where it hurts—right there. Please…please don’t stop healing me!”
“No, I won’t stop.” His deep voice sounded slightly strangled but he continued to stroke her inner folds, pausing only occasionally to suck his fingers clean and get more essence.
Lan’ara felt so strange—so strange and so incredibly good. Part of her couldn’t believe that she was doing this. Only minutes ago she’d been convinced the big Kindred was a vampire who wanted to drink her blood. Now she was lying on his bed, spread completely for him as he stroked her open pussy over and over in those slow, mesmerizing circles that seemed designed to make her go crazy. And all she wanted was more. More.
Suddenly she felt her stomach tightening as the pleasure that had been building threatened to overwhelm her.
“Oh!” she gasped as her hips began to twitch and buck. “Oh, what is it? What’s wrong with me? It feels so good I don’t know if I can stand it!”
“You’re coming, girl—reaching the peak. That’s all.” The big Kindred’s voice was rough but he continued to stroke her. “Thought that might happen if I healed your little pleasure button. It’s all right,” he added. “Relax and let it happen—the pleasure won’t hurt you. Might actually help the essence heal your wounds.”
His calm reassurance coupled with the way he continued to stroke her kept Lan’ara from getting upset. She knew, of course, that males came to completion or “reached the peak” as her Sexual Instruction teacher had explained. That was what made a male shoot his seed from the tip of his shaft, which was what produced an heir in a girl’s belly. But she’d had no idea that a female could also “reach the peak”. It seemed incredible.
“Oh!” she cried, her hips bucking helplessly. “Oh, my Lord Need! Oh, that feels so good.”
“Gods, I can tell it does,” he murmured, still stroking her. “That’s right, girl—let yourself go. Just give it all up and let the pleasure take you.”
“I will…I am…” Lan’ara gasped. She could hardly do anything else. The deep tidal wave of pleasure had carried her out to sea and she couldn’t fight it.
But finally the overwhelming sensations ebbed and she collapsed and lay panting, her whole body feeling limp as an overcooked goola noodle.
“Finished?” Need asked, raising his eyebrows at her.
“I…I think so. Yes, my Lord.” Lan’ara bit her lip, feeling embarrassed again now that the deep pleasure was over. What had caused her to ask for such an intimate massage in the first place? Why had she been so willing to let a male she hadn’t even known a whole day touch her and give it to her?
Well, aside from the fact that he owned her, of course.
“Good. I think you’re healed.” The big Kindred licked his finger clean again and then parted her pussy lips once more with his thumbs to inspect her one last time. “Yes, completely healed,” he said, nodding. “How do you feel?”
“I feel…better,” Lan’ara said cautiously. She was still breathing hard—coming down from the intense pleasure. Looking down at herself, she couldn’t help noticing how wet her thighs were and she felt embarrassed all over again. “I’m so sorry I made too much…too much juice when you healed me, my Lord,” she blurted out. “I didn’t mean to.”
“As if you could help it,” he growled softly. “Don’t worry about that, girl—you’re what my people call a numala—that’s all. A female who makes a lot of pussy honey. Hey,” he added, clearly seeing the shame in her eyes. “It’s a good thing. Nothing to be worried or ashamed of.”
“Thank you,” Lan’ara said uncertainly. “And thank you for healing me, my Lord. Truly your essence is a miraculous substance.”
“Some have said so. Though I haven’t used it for that purpose in years.”
He got a far away look in his eyes and abruptly withdrew his hands. Then he rose from his kneeling position suddenly to tower over her.
“I’ll get you something to wear,” he said.
And turning, he left her lying there, still not certain quite how to feel about what had just happened between them.
Twelve
Need wasn’t sure what to think about what had just happened with the little slave girl. Why had she wanted him to touch her in the first place? Was it something she’d been taught about how to please a male? But no—her own orgasm had shocked her—he’d seen that much. She’d been surprised and almost frightened by her own pleasure.