Brynn shifted in his arms, biting her lip. It seemed wrong to her that she should always be asking Varin to service her sexually though he never seemed to mind. Possibly because she’d been raised in a convent with no knowledge of sex other than the vague idea that it was wrong and immoral, she still had problems asking for what she needed. But, Goddess—she did need it so badly. Needed to feel her mate inside her, filling her up, thrusting his thick shaft deep in her pussy to stretch her inner walls and open her completely before he spurted his seed deep inside her hungry womb…
“Then ask me for it.” Varin’s mental voice was rough with lust and Brynn realized, with embarrassment, that he’d heard everything she was just thinking.
“You know I want to,” she murmured, drawing aimless patterns on his broad, bare chest with her fingers. “It’s just hard for me. Hard to ask for what I… for what I need.”
“I love to give you what you need, Princess,” he protested.
“Even though I need it over and over again?” Brynn asked timidly.
“Even though,” he agreed, kissing her gently on the mouth.
“Olivia thinks I need you to make love to me so often because my body craves your seed – because it wants to have your baby,” Brynn said. Liv, who was a nurse, was one of the few people she dared to confide in about her insatiable appetites.
“That could be,” Varin murmured. His big hand drifted down to cup one of her breasts through her thin nightdress. Idly, he teased her nipple, sending a hot rush of need through Brynn’s entire body. “What do you think?” he asked her. “Do you want me to give you big belly… To fill your wet little pussy with my seed and make you pregnant, little one?”
Brynn felt a shiver of desire run through her and his soft, dirty words.
“I… I don’t know,” she murmured. “I just know I always feel like I’m asking you for more and more. But I thought it was the male who was supposed to do the asking, the wanting.”
“Oh, I wanted you plenty, Princess,” Varin growled softly. He pulled down the top of her nightdress, the better to stroke and tease her bare breasts. “I just couldn’t touch you for so long because of that damn inhibitor band I wore.”
“Then touch me now,” Brynn begged. “Show me what you wanted to do to me… How you wanted to take me all those times before we could actually touch.”
“You want me to take the lead?” Varin asked her, his pale bronze eyes glowing in the dimness. “Want me to show you how much I want you, little one?”
“I want you to use me,” Brynn whispered breathlessly. “Use my body for your own pleasure, the way you’re always telling me to use yours. Take me, Varin—please.”
“As my princess commands,” he growled, and took her mouth in a hungry kiss.
Brynn felt herself melting against him, her body opening for his. Goddess, she loved him so much! She could never get enough of his body against hers, his big hands on her skin, his mouth and tongue tasting her all over.
As if reading her mind, Varin pulled her nightdress the rest of the way off, leaving her completely bare. Then he laid her in the middle of the bed and spread her thighs wide.
But when he started to kiss his way down her trembling stomach, Brynn tried to stop him by tugging at his hair.
He looked up at her. “You’re stopping me already? I thought you wanted me to use you, Princess – to do whatever I wanted to with you?”
“I do.” Brynn could feel her cheeks burning. “But… well… I mean, we made love so many times right before we went to bed. I’m still kind of… messy down there.”
“I know you are.” He gave her a slow, hot smile. “I’m the one who made you messy, Princess. So shouldn’t I be the one to clean you up?”
“But… you don’t mind?” Brynn asked.
“Hell no, I don’t mind,” he growled. “I’m going to lick my come out of your pussy, baby. Lick you nice and clean so I can fill you up again. And you’re going to lie still and let me do it.”
Brynn felt her stomach quiver with desire at the soft growl of dominance in his deep voice. She let her body relax and her thighs drifted apart, waiting for his tongue.
“Yes Varin,” she whispered breathlessly. “I’m yours – do whatever you want with me.”
“I will,” he promised in that same dark, dangerous voice. And then he was between her legs, spreading her inner folds open with his hot, wet tongue, tasting her, licking her clean as he had promised.
Brynn gasped and buried her fingers in his thick hair. This was the act she was still too shy to ask for, although she loved it when Varin went down on her. He did it with such enthusiasm, such hunger, lapping her pussy with long, slow strokes of his tongue one minute and then lashing her clit with rapid little flicks that drove her crazy with lust the next. Brynn thought she knew why he enjoyed this so much—her new friends Olivia and Sophia had confided to her that Kindred males needed to taste their mates.
“It’s not just a preference or an inclination like it is with Earth guys,” Olivia had told her. “It’s an actual biological imperative. Kindred males actually need to go down.”
“And they love it too,” Sophia had added with a giggle. “If you could see all the bite marks I have on my inner thighs… Of course Sylvan is a Blood Kindred. Not all of them need to bite – but all of them do need to taste their mates.”
It certainly seemed like a need to Brynn. The way Varin wrapped his long muscular arms around her thighs to split her wide, the way he pressed his tongue as deeply into her as he could, lapping from her well, before sucking her clit into his mouth to torture it sweetly with the tip of his tongue. It seemed to be fulfilling his own desire as well as hers.
“Ahhh, Varin!” she gasped, bucking her hips up to meet his mouth. She was already up and over the edge of pleasure as she moaned his name, her first orgasm rushing over her in a warm wave. He could always make her come this way, come so long and hard. But though she felt her pleasure overwhelming her, Brynn still longed to have him inside her. To feel his long, thick shaft pumping deep to fill her with his seed.
Her mate must have felt her need, because he finished lapping her pussy and moved up to cover her smaller body with his much larger one.
Brynn moaned softly, loving the feel of his big hard body pressing her into the mattress. They didn’t often use this position because Varin worried that his muscular bulk might crush her. He most often had her ride astride him, looking down into his face as she straddled him and took him deep inside her from above.
But tonight he seemed to be taking her at her word, using her the way she wanted him to, taking what he needed. Brynn was more than happy to give it to him.
“Are you ready, little one?” he growled hoarsely. “Ready for me to fill your little pussy with my cock and pump my come deep in your belly?”
“Yes Varin,” she whispered breathlessly. “Are… Are you going to try to make me pregnant? Are you going to breed me deep?”
“As deep as I can little one,” he growled. “Just want to make sure you’re ready for it.”
“I am,” she promised eagerly. “I am Varin – take me. Breed me. Breed me deep.”
“Gods,” he groaned. “I love to hear you beg for it like that little one. Love to hear you beg for my cock inside you.”
Then he spread Brynn’s thighs and pushed them back almost to her chest, putting her calves over his broad shoulders and nearly bending her double.
Brynn gave a low gasp—this was a new position for her and she’d never felt so open, so vulnerable to her huge, muscular mate before.
But though Varin was so much bigger and stronger than her, she didn’t fear him. She only wanted more.
“This is going to let me get really deep inside you,” he murmured hoarsely and she felt him lining up the broad head of his cock with the soft, vulnerable entrance of her pussy. “I’ll be able to plant my seed right against the mouth of your womb. Better chance of giving you a big belly that way.”
“Yes Varin�
��yes please,” Brynn heard herself moaning as his thick shaft slid all the way into her. She loved the feeling of being completely helpless under her mate, of being completely at his mercy as he did what he wished. And, oh Goddess, he was getting into her so deep. Already she could feel the broad head of his shaft kissing the mouth of her womb but she wanted more – wanted to feel him moving inside her, taking her, fucking her, breeding her.
“You like this, little one?” Varin growled as he began to move inside her. “You like to feel me taking you… filling you up… breeding your sweet little pussy?”
“You know I… know I do,” Brynn moaned. “Take me Varin— take me as hard as you want to… as hard as you need to. Make me yours and fill me up the way you wanted to for so long before we could touch.”
“Gods, your sweet little pussy is so tight around me,” he groaned. “I used to think about it when I stroked myself, used to wonder what you would feel like wrapped around my shaft, even though I knew it was forbidden.”
“Because you were my slave,” Brynn whispered breathlessly.
“Because I was your slave,” he agreed. “Because a slave can’t pound his Mistresses’ pussy… can’t fuck her and fill her with his seed… can’t get her pregnant with his baby.”
He leaned forward, pressing her knees hard to her chest and kissed her ruthlessly making Brynn want him even more.
“I’m still your slave, Brynn,” he murmured hoarsely, his pale bronze eyes blazing into hers. “But I’m fucking you anyway and soon I’m going to come deep in your pussy. Going to fill you with my seed and give you a big belly, my Princess.”
“Goddess, Varin!”
She reached for him, wanting to tangle her fingers in his hair. But Varin captured both of her small wrists in one of his large hands and pressed them over her head.
The message was clear – she was to hold still and submit to his fucking. She was his now, his completely to do with as he wished and she loved it – loved the feeling of being so completely owned by her mate.
Suddenly the delicious feeling of being penetrated so deeply was too much. Brynn felt herself coming again, coming even harder this time, her inner wall shuddering and quaking around his thick shaft, milking him, trying to get his seed.
“God’s Brynn, I can feel you coming… Coming all around me,” Varin groaned. “It makes me want to come too, to fill you up.”
“Do it,” Brynn begged him. “Do it, Varin—fill me with your seed! I want you so much, need you so much!”
With a low roar, he did as she begged. Pressing forward, he thrust until the broad head of his shaft was directly against the mouth of her womb and then Brynn felt pulse after pulse of hot wetness as he filled her as he had promised.
Her pleasure crested again, the orgasm overtaking her once more and going on and on in a seemingly never-ending flow that left her breathless and aching beneath him. She had never felt so used before, so taken—it was a delicious feeling, addicting. One she felt she could never get enough of.
At last Varin finished and released her. He withdrew slowly and took her in his arms, cuddling her close to his broad chest. Brushing a strand of hair away from her forehead, he kissed her tenderly.
“Was that all right? Was it too much?” he asked softly.
“No.” Brynn shook her head and gave a soft, satisfied sigh. “It was just right. Just what I needed. I think I can go back to sleep now and hopefully I won’t have any more of those awful dreams.”
“We’ll tell Commander Sylvan about your dream tomorrow,” he promised. “But for now let’s rest and sleep.”
“Yes,” Brynn agreed, snuggling closer to him. Her body felt deliciously worn out, and her pussy was filled with his hot cream. It was a comforting sensation—a feeling of permanence and belonging that she couldn’t find anywhere but in his arms. “I love you, Varin,” she whispered, kissing his rough cheek. “Love you so much.”
“Love you too, little one,” he growled sleepily. “Rest now.”
With a sigh of contentment, Brynn closed her eyes and did as he said.
But the last thought that followed her down into her dreamless slumber was of Commander Thornx and his mission to Yonnie Six. How was he doing, she wondered. And could he ever learn to love his Mistress as Varin had come to love her?
Brynn didn’t know and before she could begin to formulate an answer, sleep took her and she knew no more.
Chapter Twelve
The whole next week Thorn was an exemplary slave. He had to be because Neh’sa had decided to demand perfection in all things. She had to overcome their bad beginning and train him correctly, she told herself. Had to make certain they were following protocol.
He learned to walk on a leash a few steps behind Neh’sa, to keep his eyes downcast when speaking to a Mistress, rather than meeting her gaze challengingly with his own, how to serve at a banquet, and various other duties a well-bred body-slave must know.
Neh’sa continued to bathe him and dry him and wash his hair and in time, Thorn stopped protesting that he could do these things for himself. She also rubbed healing balm on his back every night to loosen the tight scars the fire whip had left on his skin.
Neh’sa loved to rub and stroke the soothing balm over Thorn’s broad shoulders and use her healing touch on him, though her slight power worked better on fresh wounds than old ones. Still, she could tell that the tight scars were beginning to loosen some in response to her treatment. It gave her satisfaction to erase the marks of cruelty from his back and take away some of his pain.
It was the quietest part of their day together and often Thorn would pull one of her feet around to massage it with his big, warm hands while she worked on his shoulders. Sometimes they talked and sometimes they were silent but Neh’sa found herself looking forward to their quiet time together more and more.
The big Kindred asked more than once to be allowed to bathe her and rub her with soothing lotion as well, but though she allowed him to help her dress and undress, Neh’sa preferred to bathe herself instead of allowing Thorn to help. Somehow the idea of having his big hands all over her body again, especially while she was wet and naked in the tub, seemed like a dangerous idea.
Of course, bathing him, caring for him, and healing his old wounds was just a way to get him used to his Mistress handling his body.
Or Neh’sa she told herself.
But in fact, she came to cherish the time they spent every evening before bedtime with her sitting in a comfortable chair before the fire and the big Kindred sitting between her legs. It brought a kind of bonding she had never felt with any of the other slaves she’d trained—not that she would admit it, even to herself.
During the day she continued his sexual training, teasing him in order to keep his cock constantly hard. She told herself it was necessary to help him practice giving control of his body to his Mistress—and it was, though she’d never taken sexual training so far with any other slave before. But since pain didn’t work on Thorn, he had to be punished and kept in line some other way—didn’t he? Neh’sa told herself he did and continued to push him—and push herself in ways she never had before.
She made certain she was always wearing clothing that was sexually stimulating—thin, silky robes that showed the outlines of her nipples or short skirts which allowed her new body-slave to see her panties as well as the more traditional tight leather clothing which molded to her curves.
In addition to these visual displays, she included manual and sometimes oral stimulation. Often she would take the big Kindred by the cock and lead him from room to room, or stroke him until precum flowed freely from his shaft. Sometimes she would even lap away the salty liquid or take as much of his shaft in her mouth as she could while she made him watch but she never, never let him come…
“Gods, Mistress!” Thorn groaned one day when she had him manacled and helpless to the agony cross in her training room with his legs spread and his shaft exposed. “You’ll be the death of me. Please—I need to com
e.”
“Begging won’t help you,” Neh’sa told him sternly as she stroked the long, thick shaft and lapped at his broad, leaking head with her soft pink tongue. Goddess he looked gorgeous on display like this—all his masculine beauty spread out just for her. “You’ll just have to endure in silence. You’re lucky I don’t lock your cock away in a cage the way some Mistresses do to their slaves.”
“Why don’t you?” he asked through gritted teeth. “Is that not sadistic enough for you?”
“Cock cages keep a body-slave from getting hard at all,” Neh’sa lectured softly. “I want to see you always erect, Thorn. Always in need. That way I know you’ll always be a good and compliant submissive.”
“So a slave must be always kept in a state of sexual agony?” he demanded. “You don’t think he would ever obey his Mistress out of any other motivation? Out of love?”
The word hung in the air between them and for a moment Neh’sa couldn’t think what to say. Heloth had loved her—he had died for her. What good was love when it only brought pain?
“No,” she said sharply, frowning at the big Kindred as she took a firmer grip on his cock. “No, I don’t believe there can be love between a Mistress and her slave. Only obedience and submission which is what I expect of you, Thorn.”
“I see.”
The big Kindred hung his head as he watched her stroke him—her small hands starting at the thick root of his cock, sliding upwards to the flaring crown, and then down again. His wrists were fixed above his head at the corners of the large X shaped cross and his ankles were bound below—he was helpless in her hands and Neh’sa knew he knew it.
“Gods, Mistress,” he groaned softly. “Do what you will with me—I am yours.”
“That’s very good, Thorn.” Neh’sa was pleased with his submission until he looked up at her, mismatched eyes blazing.
“But I’m warning you, Neh’sa,” he growled, his tone changing from compliant to defiant in an instant. “If we’re ever away from here—away from this fucking planet where males are forced to be submissive—it’s going to be another story.”
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