Part 26 (1/2)
”All right,” she said, taking a deep breath. ”All right, I'm sorry. I just kind of...lost it there for a moment.”
”Understandable,” the big Kindred rumbled. ”I am told that a rush of l.u.s.t often accompanies the first flowing of a Khalla's nectar.”
”Am I? Flowing?” Emily looked down at herself and was horrified to find that one breast was now noticeably smaller than the other. ”Oh my G.o.d, I'm lopsided!” she exclaimed.
”It's only that I haven't drained the nectar from your left breast yet.” He stroked the full globe which still radiated an aching fullness that Emily could feel all through her chest and torso.
Her left breast suddenly started aching so fiercely she didn't know if she could stand it.
”Well, uh, can you? I mean, if you don't mind?” she asked desperately.
”Of course I don't mind, my Khalla,” he said gently. ”It's just that...”
”Just that what?” Emily demanded, beginning to get worried. ”What's wrong?”
He shook his head. ”It's just that while I was draining your right breast, your nectar should have started flowing spontaneously from the left. Do you remember what I told you-that a Khalla's b.r.e.a.s.t.s should flow like a fountain when she is in the second stage of Scintil?”
”Yes, of course I remember.” Emily shuddered. ”Ugh, I really don't want that to happen.”
”But it needs to happen,” he said earnestly. ”Otherwise your b.r.e.a.s.t.s will continue to fill with nectar with no way to relieve them. Well, other than for me to continue draining them for you.”
Emily bit her lip. ”Oh, I'm so sorry. That's...it's really not fair to ask you to do that. Is there someplace we could buy a breast pump around here?”
He raised an eyebrow at her. ”Are you seriously suggesting that we use an artificial device to pump the nectar from your b.r.e.a.s.t.s?”
Emily shrugged. ”Well...yeah? Why not?”
”Because it's blasphemy,” Tragar said harshly. ”Even worse than the sacrilege I commit by sucking it from you with my mouth.”
”Okay, sorry!” Emily threw up her hands but the sudden motion jiggled her full left breast, making her groan. G.o.d, it seemed like it hurt even more now that the right breast was back to normal! Why was that?
”Forgive me, my Khalla.” Tragar cupped her full globe, caressing her gently with his big, warm hand. ”I should not be debating with you when you are still in pain and need. Allow me to help ease your discomfort.”
Without waiting for a reply, he ducked his head and sucked her left nipple deep into his mouth, taking as much of her breast between his lips at once as he could.
Emily gave a long, low moan of mingled pleasure and release as she felt the deep pressure begin to ease. Before when he'd sucked her, she'd had her eyes tightly closed. This time, though, she watched...watched as the big Kindred sucked her full globe, caressing and ma.s.saging her breast to help her release the nectar. She watched the strong column of his throat move as he swallowed, drinking her down, taking all she had to offer and looking for more.
The sight of the big Kindred sucking her breast made her feel hot and breathless. He's just doing this to help me-that's all, she told herself. I have to stay in control this time! But her stern lecture to herself didn't help-she couldn't help getting aroused all over again. His hot mouth on her tender peak giving her pleasure and relief from the constant pain she'd been in for so long was s.e.xual and healing at the same time. With each deep pull on her nipple, she felt an answering surge in her p.u.s.s.y until she was nearly moaning with desire.
Without thinking about it, she sank down in his lap until she felt the thickness of his shaft brus.h.i.+ng against her outer p.u.s.s.y. She had the sudden urge to feel him against her again, to feel him sliding against her as he suckled her nipple in strong, deep pulls. Sinking lower, she felt his thick c.o.c.k nestle between her p.u.s.s.y lips until he was rubbing against her swollen c.l.i.t...rubbing in just the right way.
Oh G.o.d, feels good...so good!
”Emily...” Tragar stopped sucking for a moment, looking at her warningly.
”What?” she asked hazily. ”I'm not...not trying to put it in me. I just want to rub against you some. Is there some law against that? Is it more sacrilege or blasphemy or whatever?”
”No, but it makes it d.a.m.n hard for me to resist you,” he growled. ”Feeling your soft, hot little p.u.s.s.y rubbing against my naked shaft makes me long to breed you which I know I must never do.” He gave one last deep pull on her breast and then sat back. ”I am finished now, anyway. It's time both of us covered ourselves.”
Emily looked down and realized her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were the same size now. Which was still larger than she was used to, but not nearly as huge and swollen as they had become ever since she'd entered the second stage of her s.h.i.+ft. No more p.o.r.n star t.i.tties!
”Thank G.o.d,” she said aloud, breathing a sigh of relief. ”I'm so glad that's over.”
”I'm afraid it's not.” Tragar looked troubled. ”Your nectar is still not flowing spontaneously as it should. And I think I know why-look.” He pinched one of her nipples gently, rolling the turgid pink point between his thumb and forefinger until Emily gasped in mingled pain and pleasure.
”What...why...?” she began.
”Look,” Tragar said again. He was pointing to the thick amber droplet of nectar he'd squeezed from her sensitive peak.
”What's wrong with it?” Emily asked. ”It's clearer now-not cloudy like it was before.”
”It's also much thicker than it should be,” Tragar rumbled. ”Which is why I had to suck so hard to get it to flow in the first place. Your nectar should be almost as thin as water right now-instead it's like dabra-berry syrup.”
”I don't know what a dabra-berry is, but I take it that's not good?” Emily asked.
He shook his head. ”Not good at all.”
”Are you sure you don't want to just get a breast pump? I mean, if it's so much work...”
”It is my very great pleasure to suck your b.r.e.a.s.t.s, my Khalla,” he rumbled, his eyes burning with need. ”But even if using a mechanical device to pump out your nectar wasn't a sacrilege, it would not be possible. Your nectar is simply too thick.”
”What are we going to do?” Emily asked. ”I mean, when I, uh, fill up again. Because I will-won't I?”
”I'm afraid so.” He looked at her gravely. ”I will simply have to keep sucking your peaks at regular intervals until the nectar begins to flow spontaneously-if it ever does, that is.”
”I did this to myself, didn't I?” Emily asked in a small voice. ”By putting the star-silver d.i.l.d.o-thing up inside me, I mean.”
”I'm afraid the star-silver is to blame. You, however, are not.” He cupped her cheek. ”I take full responsibility for this on myself. I should never have left you in the shuttle where the voice witch could find you.”
”I still don't remember much about her,” Emily confessed. ”Only that she seemed really nice and sweet and that she wanted to help me.”
”That is a false memory,” Tragar said harshly. ”She did her level best to harm you, my Khalla. She sent you into the Howlund alone and unarmed at a time when all of the males there were near their Change. You might have been killed.”
Emily s.h.i.+vered. ”I admit waking up in the middle of a bunch of h.o.r.n.y guys with no idea at all how I'd gotten there wasn't the best experience I've ever had in my life. Three of them tried to attack me-if it hadn't been for Saskia-”
”Don't speak of it.” There was a pained look on the big Kindred's face. ”Please, I beg you.”
”All right,” Emily said quickly. ”I was just saying that these Wulven Kindred guys are dangerous. Somebody needs to put them on a leash-literally.”
”They are extremely dangerous-even more so when their Beast is near the surface,” Tragar a.s.sured her. ”You were blessed by the G.o.ddess to have escaped with your life. My point is-you can't trust anything the voice witch told you. You have to purge her teachings from your mind, Khalla.”
”All right,” Emily said. ”I don't remember much of anything she said anyway. I-” The Black Milk, whispered a tiny voice in the back of her brain. You must drink the Black Milk.
”You what?” Tragar asked, frowning.