Part 43 (1/2)

”Of course you cannot stand the feel of my shaft against you yet,” he murmured, brus.h.i.+ng a strand of hair away from her eyes. ”This is the start of your breeding cycle. Your honey is just beginning to flow and your p.u.s.s.y is too sensitive.”

”What can we do, then?” Emily demanded. ”Because we have to do something soon-I'm burning up inside!”

”It's all right, my Khalla,” he rumbled gently. ”Don't worry. I simply need to prime your p.u.s.s.y with my tongue.”

”You mean taste me? Like you did before?” She vaguely remembered how frightened and uncomfortable the idea had made her in the past. But then when he had actually licked and kissed her p.u.s.s.y, it had felt so good...so right. She wanted that feeling again-no, she needed it. Needed to have his tongue deep inside her and swirling around her swollen c.l.i.t.

”Exactly.” The big Kindred nodded, his eyes half-lidded with l.u.s.t. ”But in a different position this time.”

”How do you mean?” Emily asked, uncertainly. She had already gotten off his lap and was preparing to lie down on the side of the bed so that he could taste her as he had before. But before she could, Tragar was raising her up to her hands and knees and positioning her in the center of the bed.

”Like this, my Khalla,” he murmured, urging her to spread her thighs while he knelt behind her.

”What...what are you doing?” Emily asked breathlessly, looking over her shoulder to try and see what was going on. ”Why like this? From behind?”

”Breeding is an animalistic instinct,” Tragar explained in a low voice. ”Some say a Khalla's needs make her almost mindless in some ways-being taken from behind helps ease the need and satisfy her most primal cravings.”

”So you're going to...to take me this way?” Emily asked, her heart pounding. ”I thought you were just going to taste me.”

”I am.” He stroked one large, warm hand down her bare back soothingly. ”We will be locked together for hours once my mating fist enters you-I'll want to look into your eyes then. But for now, this position helps you to release some of your animalistic need. So relax, my Khalla. Raise your a.s.s for me and spread your thighs-submit to my tongue in your p.u.s.s.y.”

Moaning softly, Emily did as he said, lowering her head to her arms and lifting her bottom high in the air. This position made her feel incredibly vulnerable but also incredibly hot. She did indeed feel like a female animal in heat, waiting for her mate to mount her.

”G.o.ds, you're a gorgeous sight,” Tragar murmured hoa.r.s.ely, stroking the trembling globes of her a.s.s. ”Your ripe little c.u.n.t is so open for me, Emily. And your honey is all over your thighs. I think I want to clean you up a little first before I taste you.”

”Do...do what you want,” Emily whispered, spreading her thighs a little wider. ”I'm yours, Tragar. Do what you need to do.”

”It will be my very great pleasure, my Khalla,” he growled. And then she felt his hot breath on her inner thighs and the long, slow drag of his tongue along her sensitive flesh.

Moaning breathlessly, Emily tried to hold still for him. But it was hard-so hard when all she wanted was his tongue deep inside her. Tragar took his time, licking her inner thighs in long, slow strokes without ever actually touching her p.u.s.s.y until she thought she was going to go crazy. Finally, though, he pulled back a little.

”Your honey is flowing freely now, my Khalla,” he murmured, stroking one fingertip over her swollen outer p.u.s.s.y lips. Emily s.h.i.+vered and moaned at his touch.

”What...what does that mean?”

”It means you're finally ready to be tasted more fully-ready for me to lick and suck your honey from the source,” he growled. ”Spread a little wider for me, Emily. Let me get my tongue in your sweet, creamy p.u.s.s.y.”

Moaning, she did as he asked, pressing back to meet him and spreading her thighs even wider, giving him complete access to her open p.u.s.s.y.

”G.o.ds, you're so wet and beautiful,” he muttered. Then she felt his hot, wet mouth connect with her sensitive p.u.s.s.y at last.

She cried out as he sucked one of her outer p.u.s.s.y lips into his mouth and bathed it gently with his tongue. Then he did the other-it felt incredible but when was he ever going to get to her aching c.l.i.t?

”Tragar...” she begged breathlessly.

”Patience, my Khalla,” he murmured, stroking her thighs. ”Priming your p.u.s.s.y correctly takes time. I do not wish to rush your cycle.”

”But please...I-”

Before she could finish her plea, she felt his hot tongue lapping gently but firmly over the swollen, inner folds of her p.u.s.s.y. Emily cried out and tilted her hips back, opening herself as wide as she could to receive his tongue into her aching center.

Tragar growled his approval and gripped her hips in his big hands. Tilting her pelvis even more, he began to give her p.u.s.s.y a long, leisurely tongue bath. Emily gasped as she felt the tip of his tongue start far back at the top of her slit and then slide down the length of her open cleft, dragging over the aching bud of her c.l.i.t and ending at the entrance to her inner c.u.n.t.

”G.o.ds, your honey is sweet, my Khalla,” Tragar groaned after he'd licked her several times like this. ”And your little p.u.s.s.y is so wet and open. Are you ready to feel my tongue inside you? Pressing deep in your tight little c.u.n.t?”

”Please...” Emily pressed back against him, almost unable to form the words. ”Please, Tragar, yes.”

”Then I will give you what you need, my Khalla,” he growled.

Before she could answer or beg any more, Emily felt the wet heat of his tongue again. This time he licked delicately around her entrance before pressing deep, sliding his tongue into her heated inner c.u.n.t and thrusting as though he was reaching for her heart with each stroke.

”Oh, G.o.d,” Emily moaned. She tried to hold still but she couldn't help herself, the feeling of him inside her was too much. She found she was wiggling her hips and writhing in his grasp, unable to hold still while he tasted her as deeply as he was able.

But as wonderful as it was, Emily still wasn't satisfied. His tongue in her felt good-felt amazing-but she still needed more. Her body was craving a deeper penetration with something much thicker and harder.

”Tragar,” she gasped, nearly crying with need. ”Please-I need more.”

He pulled back at last.

”I know you do. The flavor of your honey has changed. It's wilder now-I can taste your need.”

”Then will you...are you going to...to breed me?” Emily asked. Her heart was pounding again. As much as she needed this, she still had some reservations. Some bad memories that tried to push their way to the front of her mind.

”I'm going to try a few shallow strokes with you in this position,” Tragar told her, stroking her a.s.s soothingly. ”It's the best way to coat your inner p.u.s.s.y with my prec.u.m and get you ready to make love. But I swear I won't fill you with my mating fist until we are face to face. I want to look into your eyes as I f.u.c.k you-as I breed you, my Khalla.”

”All...all right,” Emily whispered. ”Do what you think is best.”

”I'm going to go slowly.” Tragar s.h.i.+fted behind her and she felt the broad head of his c.o.c.k slide over her aching c.l.i.t and settle just at the entrance of her p.u.s.s.y.

”Oh...” she gasped, biting her lip.

”I'm going to keep my thrusts shallow at first-just the head to start with,” Tragar promised. ”You can stop me at any time if it feels uncomfortable, Emily. Just say the word.”

”Yes, all right.” His soft, soothing words comforted her and made her feel better. She was able to push the past aside and relax a little as she felt the broad head, already slippery with prec.u.m, press gently into her p.u.s.s.y channel.

She gave a little gasp when she felt him enter her at last, the thick head pulsing just inside her inner c.u.n.t. Tragar held still, his hands firmly on her hips with just the tip of his c.o.c.k inside her. Clearly he was letting her get used to the sensation of being partially filled.

Emily closed her eyes, imagining how she must look. Here she was on all fours with her head down and her a.s.s high in the air, thighs spread wide to take the big Kindred's thick c.o.c.k deep in her p.u.s.s.y. The mental image did strange things to her insides-making her feel hot and needy-making her want more.

”Tragar, please,” she moaned, wiggling her hips. ”I think...I think I'm ready to go a little further.”

”Then we will,” he growled softly. ”But slowly, my Khalla. You're very tight yet. I'll need to coat the inside of your p.u.s.s.y thoroughly with my prec.u.m to make you ready to open wide enough to take me.”

”Do it, then,” Emily gasped. Now that she was used to feeling him penetrate her, it seemed like her body was going into overdrive. She wanted more of him in her-needed it. But when she tried to press back to capture more of his thick shaft in her hungry c.u.n.t, Tragar's big hands clamped down on her hips, holding her still.

”As I said, slowly, Emily. Be still and submit to my shaft inside you. Be still and let me open you with my c.o.c.k.”

”All right,” she whispered, forcing herself to hold still. And then, very slowly as he had promised, she felt the big Kindred press a little deeper so that another thick inch of his c.o.c.k entered her. And then another and another until he was over halfway inside her. Then he stopped.

By now Emily's body was in overdrive. Her new Khalla senses recognized that the big Kindred was giving her what she needed so desperately and she wanted more. She wanted it all.