Raised to Kill

“Don’t sound so surprised, baby.” Brand looked up with desire in his golden eyes. “Your sweet little pussy and Goddess pearl were meant to feel pleasure.”

“But to feel you through…through my panties…” Allara shook her head.

“I know a way you can feel me even better,” Brand had growled. “Why don’t you reach into those little panties and spread your pussy lips wide for me so I can kiss your clit a little better.”

“Still through the panties?” Allara asked breathlessly.

“Still through the panties,” Brand assured her in a soft growl.

With trembling fingers, Allara reached into the velvety black panties and spread her pussy lips for her husband.

I must do as my husband tells me, she told the little voice whispering that what she was doing was wrong. It is not wrong if he wants it.

With a growl of approval, Brand leaned forward again and pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the little bump which was barely visible through the thin fabric.

“Ohhh,” Allara moaned as he traced her gently through the panties with the tip of his tongue. “Oh, husband…”

“Mmm, baby, you smell so good,” Brand groaned, pulling back for a moment to rub his cheek against her pussy mound.

“Thank you, husband. You smell good as…as well,” Allara admitted. It was at times like these—when her husband was pleasuring her—that she smelled his spicy scent the strongest. It seemed to make her want to give in and do anything he wanted. Which would surely wind up in some very shocking scenarios, she was certain.

“You know, baby,” he murmured, looking up at her. “I think I could kiss your little panties more easily if you lay down on the bed. What do you say?”

“Yes, husband, if it pleases you,” Allara agreed.

Going to the rocking bed, she laid down on it, feeling it sway slightly under her as she got situated.

“Scoot down, sweetheart—let your legs hang over the end of the bed,” Brand instructed. “That way I can get right between them and kiss your panties just right.”

Biting her lip, Allara did as he said, scooting down until the big Kindred could reach her.

Brand positioned himself on the floor with his knees on a pillow, as though he expected to be there for some time. Then he dipped his face between her legs. But this time, instead of kissing her panties—which Allara had been expecting and rather looking forward to—he started to kiss the inside of her right thigh.

Starting by the sensitive underside of her knee, he made his way slowly down until he was pressing his lips to the very inside of her right thigh, just beside her panties. Then, just as Allara was certain he was going to kiss her panties again, he switched over to her left thigh and repeated the entire process.

The soft, sensual kisses seemed like torture to Allara. She could feel the need to come building inside herself as the big Kindred drove her crazy with his slow, deliberate seduction. Somehow his patience in taking his time to turn her on and tease her was as intensely erotic as the way he had mingled his Song with hers earlier. Allara could feel herself getting wetter and wetter and hotter and more swollen between her thighs—if he didn’t hurry she was going to ruin the little black velvet panties by getting her juices all over them!

“Husband!” she panted at last, as Brand nuzzled the crease of her left inner thigh, his cheek brushing against her panties. “Please, I feel so…so needful!”

Brand looked up, his eyes burning with desire and she realized that he was teasing himself with this slow seduction as much as he was teasing her.

“Is that right, baby? Are you ready to let me kiss your panties again?”

“You know that I am!” Allara exclaimed.

“Well…maybe if you pulled them down—just a little—I could kiss them better,” Brand murmured.

“Pulled them down?” Allara wasn’t sure about this—her heart started thudding in her chest.

“Not all the way down. Here—let me show you what I mean,” Brand told her.

Reaching up, he tugged the little triangle of black velvet lower, so that it slid down and the top of Allara’s mound was revealed.

“Hmm, baby—you shaved,” he murmured, his eyes widening. “Didn’t know you were all bare under there.”

Allara felt her cheeks getting hot with a blush.

“Kat told me these panties would work best if I was, er, bare,” she murmured. “I have never removed my curls before but I am trying to be less Q’ess and more Kindred—does that make sense?”

“Well, we don’t demand that our females shave, but it’s nice to see that you’re being more open to new ideas, sweetheart.” Brand smiled at her. “And now that your panties are a little lower, I can kiss them better. Want to see?”

“I…I suppose so,” Allara whispered.

Leaning forward again, Brand began kissing her panties again—but this time his mouth seemed to find her sensitive, bare mound almost as often as it found the black velvet.