The Kindred Warrior's Captive Bride

“Trying to clean you off, girl,” he murmured, still stoking her full breasts. “But you just keep making more of this sweet nectar.”

“I can’t…can’t help it, my Lord,” Lan’ara whispered. “When you touch me, you make me flow. Everywhere.”

As she spoke, she parted her thighs even wider and tilted her pelvis back, giving the big Kindred an even better view of her pussy.

“Gods,” he groaned softly and then one big hand was sliding down her hip to cup between her thighs. “So wet,” he said hoarsely and Lan’ara felt two long, strong fingers part her outer pussy lips so that a third fingertip could stroke inside her.

“Ohhhh,” Lan’ara moaned, widening her stance even more and pushing her ass out and back, giving him better access to her. “Oh, my Lord, please don’t stop,” she begged softly as he continued to circle the aching bud of her clit.

But that was exactly the moment when Need did stop, pulling his hand away as though he’d touched something hot.

“No,” Lan’ara heard him mutter hoarsely to himself. “No, I can’t do this. You’re going to Senator Pouncenblast in a few days.”

His words gave Lan’ara another idea.

“If…if he wants me,” she said, turning her head and looking over her shoulder.

“What are you talking about? Why would he not want you?” Need demanded, his eyes devouring her body. “You’re fucking gorgeous—all curvy and soft with your full breasts making nectar and your pussy making honey…”

“He might not want me because my maidenhead is gone,” Lan’ara whispered.

“Well…” Need frowned. “His secretary did say he preferred to have ‘undamaged property.’”

“You see?” Lan’ara asked. “I fear that he will not want me, my Lord.”

“But you’re still technically a virgin,” Need pointed out, frowning. “No male’s shaft has entered your pussy, girl.”

“No, that’s true,” Lan’ara acknowledged. “It depends on which method he uses to verify my virginity—that will determine my worth or worthlessness to him.”

“Which method?” Need’s frown deepened in evident confusion. “What are you talking about, girl?”

Rapidly, Lan’ara explained about the two ways to be certain a girl was still a virgin—the presence of the maidenhead or the instrument which, when inserted into the inner channel, could tell if a male’s seed had ever been inside a girl’s pussy.

“If only I could be certain which method the Senator will use, I could feel easier about my eventual fate,” she told Need. “If he uses the instrument that detects seed, all will be well, for of course I have never had any in me. But if he goes by the maidenhead, well…mine is gone.”

“So it is, Gods damn me,” the big Kindred muttered. “I should have bought you before that blasted slaver used the damn stick on you.”

“I do not blame you, my Lord,” Lan’ara hastened to tell him. “Though it was a traumatic experience, you did all you could to free me and bring me away from the males who were abusing me.”

“But I didn’t do enough.” He looked so upset that Lan’ara had another idea.

“My Lord, do you think you could restore it?” she asked softly. “My maiden barrier, I mean? Your essence healed the torn flesh of my entrance beautifully. Do you think it could restore that which I lost on the auction block?”

He frowned thoughtfully.

“I don’t know, girl. It’s possible, I suppose. But I don’t think just milking my fangs for their essence and then putting it inside you would work. It looses a bit of potency that way.”

Lan’ara bit her lip.

“What…what way would you have to do it, then?” she murmured, feeling her belly grow tight with desire.

Need’s bronze eyes were half-lidded and glowing with equal desire as he answered.

“I’d have to bathe the wounded area with my tongue, girl. Have to spread your sweet thighs and lap your soft little cunt and press my tongue deep inside you to get the essence where it needs to go. Would you be willing to let me do that?”

Lan’ara felt like she was melting from the waist down.

“Yes, my Lord,” she whispered, her heart pounding. “I…I’d be willing. If you would be so kind as to try.”

“It’s a long shot,” Need told her. “But yes, girl—I’ll try if you want me to.”

“Yes, please, my Lord.” She straightened up and looked at him. “Should I go lie on the bed with my thighs spread so you can reach me?” she asked, wondering where she got the nerve to be so bold.

The big Kindred seemed to consider for a moment—then shook his head.

“Better out here,” he said, pointing to the couch. “Easier to reach you. Here.”

He lay down on the couch, his head pillowed on the low, broad arm. Then he gestured to Lan’ara.

She came but looked down at him doubtfully.

“I don’t understand, my Lord. What do you intend for me to do?”

“I intend for you to ride my face, girl,” he growled hoarsely. “Now straddle my head and lower yourself down.”