The Kindred Warrior's Captive Bride: A Kindred Tales PLUS Length Novel

by Evangeline Anderson

  None of it helped—she just got colder and colder.

  Lan’ara knew she was tucked into a warm bed with plenty of covers around her, but for all the good they did her, she might as well have been standing naked in an icy wind at midnight. She was that cold.

  Her body shivered helplessly and her teeth began to chatter. What was wrong with her?

  Apparently the big Kindred wondered the same thing because he turned over in the bed to face her, his bronze eyes glowing faintly in the darkness.

  “What in the Seven Hells is wrong with you, girl?” he demanded, a note of worry in his voice.

  “I d-don’t kn-know,” Lan’ara admitted, her teeth chattering so hard she could barely speak. “I’m j-j-just so cuh-cold all of a s-sudden!”

  “You’re shivering,” he pointed out. “But it’s not a bit cold in the room—if anything it’s warm.”

  “N-not to m-m-me,” she gasped.

  He reached out to her and she felt his warm fingertips brush over her arm.

  “Gods, your skin is like ice!” he exclaimed. “But why? It makes no fucking sense!”

  Lan’ara wanted to tell him it didn’t matter if her sudden shivering and chills made sense or not—the fact was that they were happening and she was miserable! But by that time, she could barely get her frozen lips to form words at all—in fact, she was so cold she felt in danger of freezing solid, like one of those fossils scientists found on planets which were frozen now, but had once held life.

  “P-p-please,” was all she could manage as she looked up at him in the dim room. “P-please, m-my L-l-lord!”

  She didn’t know what she was begging for, but the big Kindred seemed to understand.

  “Come here,” he said, drawing her to him. He ran his big hands up and down her arms briskly and then pulled her close, holding her to his big body to try and warm her up.

  At once, Lan’ara felt herself beginning to thaw. She pressed close to his muscular body eagerly, glad that he didn’t wear a shirt to bed. In fact, all he had on was a pair of long, silky sleeping trousers which felt wonderful against her skin. She rubbed her face against his broad chest, loving the warm scratch of his chest hair against her cheeks and the tip of her nose, as she breathed him in.

  “Mmm,” she moaned softly, as her muscles—knotted into coils of tension from the sudden onslaught of freezing cold—slowly relaxed. She pressed even closer to him, wanting to have maximum contact.

  In response, Need tightened his grip on her, his big body enfolding her much smaller one, giving her his healing warmth as he stroked his big, warm hands over her back and shoulders.

  “Better now, girl?” he murmured in her ear. “You’ve mostly stopped shivering.”

  “Yes, my Lord. Thank you, my Lord,” Lan’ara murmured. She hoped he might hold her all night long, though she knew she had no right to ask such a thing.

  “You’re welcome,” he said and let out a growling sigh. “Gods, just can’t seem to keep my hands off you. Any idea what brought that on?”

  “No, my Lord Need,” she murmured, rubbing her cheek against his scratchy chest. His warm, masculine scent seemed to fill her senses, making her tingle in her most sensitive areas. With a little moan, she realized that her breasts had become engorged again and her nipples were painfully erect as they rubbed against his torso.

  Oh no—here we go again! she thought despairingly. What if she started leaking again and the amber liquid called nectar got all over him? Would he be angry with her? Push her away?

  Lan’ara didn’t think she could bear it if he did. It felt so good to be close to his big body—so warm. She was certain if he pushed her away again she would only start getting cold again.

  I need to be close to him, she realized. It’s the only way to stay warm—to keep from shivering and shaking myself to death. It was like I was getting sick, I felt so bad before he touched me.

  Speaking of feeling sick, her mouth was suddenly parched. She swallowed and heard a dry click in her throat. Oh no—what new problem was this? She remembered Drung taunting the big Kindred at Last Meal—asking if her breasts had started leaking nectar. Wondering aloud if her pussy honey had turned sweet and if she’d had ‘The Shivers’ or ‘The Thirst’. All of these things seemed to be related—to be part of the “Ripening” he’d talked about. But what did that mean? What was happening to her body?

  Lan’ara wished desperately that she knew. She shifted unhappily and swallowed again, her mouth as dry as dust.

  Need seemed to sense that something was wrong with her because he murmured,

  “What is it now, girl?”

  “Nothing, my Lord,” Lan’ara said quickly. She was afraid if she complained about having a dry mouth he would tell her to get up and get a drink of water and then, when she came back to bed, he would refuse to hold her. “Nothing at all,” she said again.

  The big Kindred shifted against her and she had the idea that he might be getting ready to push her away, Desperately, she clung to him.

  “Please, my Lord,” she begged softly. “Please keep me by you! I swear I’ll die of cold if you don’t.”

  “Seven Hells,” he growled.” You really can’t sleep on your own?”

  “I suppose I can try,” Lan’ara said doubtfully. Though she would much rather not. The cold spell she’d endured had been intensely painful and it wasn’t something she wanted to go through again.

  “All right. Turn over then,” he told her.

  Lan’ara turned on her other side—though she would have preferred to sleep facing him—and he cupped her small body with his own much larger one. His chest was pressed to her back and when Lan’ara pushed back with her bottom, seeking more contact, she felt something hot and hard poking her between her legs.

  His shaft! she thought, biting her lower lip. That’s his shaft poking at me.

  The thought might have horrified or frightened her in the past, but now it caused a surge of desire to cascade through her. Her nipples got even tighter and she could feel the place between her thighs getting hot and wet and swollen.

  “Sorry,” Need growled in her ear and shifted his hips to put some space between them. “Didn’t mean to.”

  “It’s all right, my Lord,” Lan’ara murmured rather breathlessly. “I don’t…don’t mind.”

  “Don’t mind if I poke you all night?” He sounded skeptical. “That can’t be comfortable for you, girl.”

  “But it can’t be comfortable for you to sleep in such an awkward position,” she protested. “Come, my Lord, why do you not press against me again? I could…could part my thighs so you could rest between them,” she added. He was certainly long enough to make such a position eminently feasible.

  “Well…” He seemed to be considering her solution. “I really shouldn’t…”

  “But I think it would help keep me warm,” Lan’ara told him, which was the truth. It seemed that the closer the big Kindred was, the warmer she was. When he started drawing away, she began to feel chilled again. “You do have on your sleep trousers,” she pointed out.

  “That’s true,” he acknowledged gruffly and let out another growling sigh. “All right, then. Part your thighs for me, girl.”

  Lan’ara felt a thrill of desire run through her at his command. If only he was asking me to part for him for another reason, whispered a little voice in her head. Unbidden, the image of his long, thick shaft thrusting deep in her tight pussy filled her head.

  No, she scolded herself. If he did that, Senator Pouncenblast would never want me. I must not wish for things I cannot have—things that are bad for me.

  But bad or not, when she felt the big Kindred’s thick shaft sliding between her thighs, she couldn’t suppress a little moan of pleasure. His sleep trousers were so thin and silky they hardly seemed there at all. She could feel the broad, plum-shaped head of his cock pressing against her pussy lips, almost as though he was demanding entrance.

  Biting her lip and knowing she ought not to do it, but unable to
help herself, Lan’ara slipped her fingers down between her legs and parted her outer pussy lips. That way, when the big Kindred pushed a little closer, trying to get comfortable with his shaft between her legs, the broad crown of his cock rubbed directly against her slick inner petals and the throbbing button of her clit.

  Lan’ara bit back a moan and tried not to move, but she couldn’t help shifting—just a little—so that he rubbed against her again. She had an idea that her pussy honey was leaking all over his sleep trousers and possibly making them wet but she couldn’t seem to care at that moment. Her whole attention had been reduced down to the spot between her legs where Need was rubbing against her so intimately.

  But though she tried to be quiet and still, her arousal clearly couldn’t be hidden from the big Kindred.

  “Gods, girl,” he murmured in her ear. “I can feel how hot and wet you are.”

  “Can’t…can’t seem to help it, my Lord,” Lan’ara admitted breathlessly. “But I’ll try to be still, I swear it. Can…can you sleep like this, do you think?”

  “Possibly.” He sounded doubtful. “The question is, can you? I seem to be, uh, poking you in a pretty sensitive area.”

  He drew his hips back and pressed forward again, which caused the broad head of his shaft to rub against her swollen clit once more.

  This time Lan’ara couldn’t hold back the moan which spilled from her lips.

  “Yes, my Lord,” she whispered. “You…you are. But I don’t mind.”

  “You more than don’t mind,” he growled softly. “I can feel how your little pussy is soaking my sleep trousers with your honey.”

  Fear shot through her—he would be angry with her! He would pull away and leave her to the painful desire and the chills which ravaged her body when he was too far away.

  “I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “I don’t…don’t mean to…to make so much honey, as I said before.”

  “And as I said before, you can’t help it, girl. You’re a numalla, that’s all,” he told her. “And I’ll bet your pussy isn’t the only place you’re leaking, is it?”

  “My Lord?” she asked uncertainly.

  “Here.”

  One big hand slipped beneath the hem of her sleep shirt and slid up to cup the sensitive mounds of her breasts. Lan’ara moaned again as she felt him stroke her sensitive tips, which were indeed wet with the sticky-sweet nectar.

  “Just as I thought,” Need growled as he tugged gently at her tight peaks. “When the honey flows between your legs, so does the nectar from your breasts.”

  “Please, my Lord, I think it might have something to do with what the Trollox called my ‘Ripening.’ I don’t know what that means, but it’s all I can think of.”

  He sighed. “You could be right. Do you think it has to do with the shots you said they gave you back at that academy you went to?”

  “It’s possible,” Lan’ara admitted. “I know I never had any of these…these problems before. I don’t understand what’s happening to me and…” She bit her lip. “And it’s frightening,” she finished in a whisper.

  “I don’t understand either, Gods damn me,” Need growled. “All I know is that it makes it Goddess-damned hard to keep my hands off you and keep my vow when you’re constantly as horny as a feline in heat.”

  “I’m sorry, my Lord,” Lan’ara whispered. “I know I am a great burden to you. And that you wish to…to be rid of me.”

  “I do wish it,” he admitted frankly. “But not because I don’t like you, girl.”

  “Is it because…because you like me too much?” Lan’ara asked hesitantly.

  He barked a short laugh.

  “Among other things. Can’t you tell?” And he drew back his hips and thrust forward again, rubbing the head of his shaft against her clit until Lan’ara gasped and pressed back against him eagerly.

  “I…I can tell, my Lord,” she whispered breathlessly. “I’m afraid I’m getting your trousers awfully, er, wet,” she added apologetically.

  “Can’t be helped I don’t suppose,” he growled. “Though how I’m supposed to sleep with my shaft hard enough to fuck through plasti-steel from pressing against your soft little pussy all night only the Goddess knows.”

  Lan’ara had a sudden thought. A very dangerous thought, whispered a little voice in her head. But it came out of her mouth anyway, before she could stop herself.

  “Perhaps you could take your sleep trousers off, my Lord,” she suggested. “That way I wouldn’t get them wet with my…my honey.”

  “That would put the naked head of my shaft right against your bare pussy, girl,” he pointed out. “Don’t you think that’s a big risk?”

  “Not if…if you’re careful not to enter me,” Lan’ara said. She knew this was a bad idea, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself. “You could…could just rub against me until you had a release, my Lord,” she added. “It would feel good for both of us and maybe then you could sleep.”

  “So you want me to rub my shaft against your naked, open pussy without actually entering you and fucking you, girl?” he demanded in a low voice. “Want me to spurt my seed all over your belly?”

  “If…if you wish to, my Lord.” Lan’ara’s heart was pounding and her breath was coming short. “You own me, you know. If you wish to…to rub against my pussy and come on my belly, I will, of course, be obedient to your desires.”

  “I can tell you wish it too,” he growled. “By how sweet and wild your scent is. And by these.” And he tugged her nipples again, making her moan.

  “Please, my Lord Need,” she whispered, writhing against him. “Please…”

  “Gods—like a feline in heat,” he muttered again and started to pull away. When she gave a sad little cry, he murmured, “Never fear, girl—I’m not leaving you. Just taking off my trousers as you suggested.”

  He fumbled under the covers for a moment and then he was back, pressing between her legs once more but this time with nothing between them.

  Lan’ara moaned in mingled desire and need as his warm skin made contact with hers. She shifted and parted her thighs for him at once. She even dared to reach between her legs and grasp the hot, hard length of his shaft to guide it where she needed it to go.

  “Bold, aren’t you girl?” Need asked, but made no move to stop her as she pressed him with trembling fingers directly against the slick, inner folds of her pussy.

  “I never was before—I swear it,” Lan’ara told him breathlessly. “I just…I can’t seem to help myself.”

  “It’s all right, girl,” he growled. “I can tell something’s happening to you—though since that Goddess damned Trollox has your file, we’ll never know exactly what. “Use me how you need to—only mind I don’t slip inside. If my shaft entered your tight little pussy, I don’t think I could stop myself from Claiming you. Understand?”

  “Yes, my Lord,” she whispered and shifted her hips back, trying to get better contact between them. “Do…do you wish to thrust?” she asked. “Between my thighs, I mean?”

  “Like this?” Need pulled back for a moment and then thrust forward, the hard length and broad head of his shaft rubbing against her tender clit with the motion.

  “Oh, yes, my Lord!” Lan’ara moaned. “Like that—just like that.”

  “Gods, I shouldn’t but…”

  And he did it again. And again and again.

  Lan’ara moaned and clamped her thighs tightly around him, arching her back and tilting her hips to get maximum contact between them. She was desperately aware that if she tilted too far—shifted too much—the head of his shaft might find her entrance and then the big Kindred’s forward momentum would send his entire thick cock deep into her hungry pussy. And he had warned her that if that happened, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from taking her—from fucking her and filling her with his shaft and his seed.

  But somehow, even though she was taking such a risk, Lan’ara couldn’t seem to stop. She knew that Senator Pouncenblast wouldn’t want her anymore if
he knew how she was acting—if he ever found out what she had done—but she couldn’t help herself. The hungry flower inside her had unfolded its petals again and it was greedy for sensation—greedy for the feel of the big Kindred’s skin against hers.

  And he gave her what she needed.

  The delicious friction of his shaft against her clit pushed her to the peak again and again. Lan’ara cried out as waves of pleasure washed over her, drenching her in hot, tingling sensations and then coming back for more. She got so slick between her thighs she was certain Need would slip into her at any moment but somehow he managed not to.

  The big Kindred seemed to understand that she was coming for he kept up a steady rhythm to help her and continued to tug at her nipples, heightening her sensations even as she came on his shaft again and again.

  At last, however, it became apparent he couldn’t hold off much longer.

  “Gods, girl,” he growled in her ear. “I’m close now—so damn close. Going to come for you—going to spurt my seed all over your belly. It’s probably going to make a hell of a mess.”

  At his words, Lan’ara’s mouth—which had felt fine all this time—was suddenly dry as a bone again. His seed—he was going to shoot his seed all over her and get the both of them all sticky. She swallowed and felt that dry click in her throat once more.

  The Thirst, she thought deliriously. It’s the Thirst!

  And suddenly she knew what she had to do.

  Quick as a wink, she detached herself from the big Kindred and turned to dive under the covers.

  “Hey, what—?” he began.

  But before he could finish, Lan’ara was between his legs, gripping the thick shaft in one hand and bringing it to her lips.

  “What in the Seven Hells do you think you’re doing?” he demanded, throwing back the covers to look down at her.

  Lan’ara felt a surge of shame at her own behavior. What was she doing? Why was she acting in this wanton, reckless manner? But somehow she couldn’t help herself. Her throat was as dry as dust and she needed to do this.

  “Please, my Lord,” she managed to get out. “Please just let me suck you. I…I’m so thirsty all of a sudden!”