Knowing that her desire matched his own pushed Braxx’s passion even higher. He lifted Molly off his lap and laid her down on the couch.
It was time to get her ready.
* * * * *
“Oh!” Molly gasped as she felt his rough cheeks scratch against her tender inner thighs. She hadn’t been exactly sure what he meant when he said he was going to get her ready to take him but now it seemed clear.
“Gods…” Braxx groaned as he rubbed against the crotch of her panties. He inhaled deeply, breathing in her scent. “You smell so good, Molly. I swear I could fucking come just from your scent alone.”
“You smell pretty amazing yourself,” she admitted breathlessly. “I missed your scent so much while we were apart.” She inhaled deeply. “God, I can still smell it—so good!”
“You smell my Mating Scent,” he informed her with a growl.
“M-mating Scent?” She could feel his hot breath on her pussy, right through the thin silk panel of her panties and it was making her crazy.
“Every Kindred male emits it when he is near a female he wants to bond to him. It’s my body trying to attract yours, jalanta—trying to draw you to me.”
“Well, it’s working,” Molly informed him. “God, Braxx…stop teasing me, you’re driving me crazy!”
“You mean like this?” His deep, rumbling voice sounded amused as he leaned forward to press a soft, hot, open mouthed kiss to her panties.
“Yes!” Molly gasped and wiggled against him. “Are…are you going to…to kiss me there or not?”
“But I am kissing you.” He kissed her again, nuzzling his nose and mouth against her panties, pushing the thin silk material tight against her inner folds to tease her throbbing clit.
“But not enough,” Molly protested, writhing against him again. This act might have made her feel shy the first time but that was behind her now. Remembering how much he seemed to love tasting her made her bold. “Please, Braxx,” she whispered, pressing up to meet his mouth. “Please kiss my pussy without my panties in the way.”
“Gods!” He gave a low, hungry growl. “I love how you say what you want, sweetheart.”
“Good, then how’s this? I want your tongue in my pussy—now.” Molly wasn’t usually one to talk dirty but this situation definitely seemed to call for it. And Braxx clearly loved it because her words drew a hungry growl from his throat.
“With pleasure,” he murmured. Reaching up, he hooked his long fingers into the sides of her white silk panties and pulled them down, sliding them off her legs to bare her for him completely.
Now that she was sans panties, however, Molly felt suddenly shy. Did the big Kindred like what he saw? She had gotten herself waxed before coming up to the Mothership—had gotten rid of the soft, springy curls that had covered her mound the last time they’d been together. But maybe she shouldn’t have…maybe he wouldn’t like it…
Her thoughts were cut off by a low, lustful groan from Braxx.
“Gods, sweetheart…your little pussy is all smooth and bare!” His big fingers traced restless patterns on her soft flesh, making her tremble with need.
“I…I got waxed,” Molly informed him breathlessly. “Do you like it?”
“Like it? I fucking love it.” Leaning forward, he rubbed his cheeks and mouth against her pussy, bathing in her scent. “Goddess, you’re amazing!”
“I noticed how much you, uh, liked tasting me before.” Molly gave a soft laugh. “So I was hoping you might feel that way. But please, Braxx—stop teasing me now!”
“You still accuse me of teasing you?” Slowly, he parted the lips of her sex, baring her throbbing clit and her inner folds, making Molly squirm with the feeling of being so exposed. Suddenly, she felt a cool stream of air playing over her aching bud.
“Braxx!” she protested, jerking under his gentle assault. “I swear to God if you don’t just go ahead and lick me…Ahhh!”
Her words ended in a moan when she felt his hot, wet tongue start at the bottom of her slit and drag upwards, laving her pussy with a sweet, slow lapping motion that made her feel like she was going to crawl out of her skin with pleasure.
“Braxx!” she moaned as he did it again. “Oh, Braxx!”
She didn’t know how long he kept her on the edge that way but it seemed like forever. The last time he had tasted her, back on Tal’os Trenta, the big Kindred had appeared to be focused on giving her as many orgasms as possible. This time he refused to give her even one.
Instead, he teased her with his mouth and tongue and fingers, lapping her gently one moment and tongue-fucking her hard and fast the next but never, never letting her come.
At last Molly was gripping his head between her thighs and pulling his hair while she moaned and begged continuously.
“Please,” she heard herself crying as she pressed her pussy up shamelessly to his hot mouth. “Please, Braxx, I need to come! Please just let me come!”
“You’ll come all right, jalanta,” he growled, looking up, his lips shiny with her juices. “You’ll come hard—all over my cock. But not until I’m inside you.”
“Then do it—put yourself inside me,” Molly begged. “Take me—fuck me! Just do it now.”
“With pleasure, sweetheart. Let’s get you completely naked.”
He had long ago popped open the buttons of her red silk blouse, the better to cup and fondle her breasts and tug her nipples as he tasted her but now Braxx got her completely undressed. Off went the blouse and her bra and skirt—they fell in a heap by the side of the couch and Molly didn’t give a damn.
She only wanted one thing and if she didn’t get it soon, she felt like she might explode.
“Braxx,” she begged again. “Braxx, come on—please!”
Answering her prayers, he pulled her off the couch and got her situated in front of it, with her legs spread wide and her arms leaning against the cushions.
“This way first,” he breathed in her ear, his big body covering hers, his broad chest radiating heat against her bare back. “I want to take you from behind. And then we’ll finish on the couch.”
Molly shivered with need as she felt him behind her. God, had she ever felt so open? So exposed? She didn’t think so and yet she loved it. Here she was, completely naked and kneeling with her knees spread wide and her pussy exposed, waiting to be penetrated and filled by the big Kindred. She knew how huge his shaft was and yet she wasn’t afraid—only eager to finally feel him sliding home inside her.
“Gods, sweetheart,” he groaned and then she felt the broad head of his cock slide over her slippery, open inner folds. “Gods, you feel so soft and hot and wet…so fucking wet.”
“That’s because I want you,” Molly informed him breathlessly. “Want you inside me. Please, Braxx—take me now!”
With a low groan, she felt him push forward. First the wide head, and then his long, thick shaft slid deeply into her pussy, filling her to the limit and beyond.
Molly moaned as she felt him fill her. Before, at the Pledging Feast in the village on Tal’os Trenta, he had been fucking her much more gently and carefully—trying not to get his mating fist inside her. But this time his thrusts were deep and hard, penetrating her completely, making her feel well and truly taken and fucked with each achingly deep stroke.
She moaned and pressed back against him, bracing her arms against the couch cushions and widening her stance, trying to get him deeper into her pussy. She could feel the bulge of his mating fist battering against her entrance, seeking admittance. At the same time, he was reaching around to cup her breasts and roll and tug her nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through her entire body.
He said we’ll finish on the couch but I don’t think that’s going to happen, she thought deliriously. I think he’s going to shove his mating fist into me right now—and then he’s going to hold it there and fuck me and fill me and bond me for a good long time…
“Oh,” she heard herself moaning. “Oh Braxx—yes! More! Yes!”
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��You want more, sweetheart?” she heard him growl and then she felt herself stretching and he pressed forward harder. “Want all of me inside you?”
“Yes!” Molly nearly sobbed. Her hands fisted in the cushions of the couch and she pressed back to meet him, wanting this, wanting him so badly she thought she would die if she couldn’t have him in her…all the way in her.
Braxx bit her neck possessively and pressed harder. At the same time, one of his hands slipped down between her thighs and two long fingers began to rub her clit.
Molly gasped as two things happened almost at once. First, she felt herself stretch to take the thick ridge of his mating fist inside her and second, she began to come harder than she ever had in her life.
“Gods, jalanta, yes—take it,” Braxx growled. “Take all of me inside your—my mating fist will tie us together so that I can come in you again and again and make you mine.”
As he spoke, Molly felt hard, hot spurts of his cum jetting into her open pussy, bathing the mouth of her womb as the big Kindred claimed her utterly and irrevocably.
Somehow, his orgasm triggered another one of hers as well. With a low gasping cry, she felt the tide of pleasure once more overwhelming her, rushing like a wave to cover them both as Braxx filled her completely and made her his forever.
Later, she couldn’t even count how many times he’d made her come or had come himself inside her. She only knew that when they collapsed on their sides on the floor, with him still inside her, she was wet and sticky and completely satisfied sexually.
His now, she thought, smiling. I’m his and he’s mine and we’ll be together forever.
“That’s right, sweetheart.” To her surprise, Braxx’s deep growling voice came from inside her head. “That’s right, we belong together. You’re mine now and I’ll never let you go.”
It was the bond all Kindred form with their mates, Molly realized. Joy and pleasure overwhelmed her and she pressed back against him, wanting more of him in her, wanting their love to never end.
“It won’t,” Braxx promised. “We’ll be together always because you did what the priestess said.”
“The priestess?” Molly asked, feeling confused. “What do you mean?”
“The priestess in the Sacred Grove.” Braxx spoke aloud, his voice a soft rumble in her ear. “She told you to see with your heart and you did, jalanta—you saw me with your heart and healed me with your love. I can never thank you enough for that.”
“You healed me too,” Molly protested. “You filled an empty place inside me. Not that place,” she said, half laughing-half moaning when Braxx thrust forward, filling her to the limit again. “Although it’s true I’ve never been nearly this, uh, full before.”
“That’s because bonding sex with a Beast Kindred takes hours,” Braxx growled in her ear. “I warned you about that, you know.”
“Mmm…so you did.” Though it should have been impossible, Molly felt herself wanting him once more. “So are you ready to go again?” she asked, nuzzling back against him to get even more of his thick shaft inside her. “Because I am.”
“Always ready for you, jalanta. I love you and I always will.”
Molly’s answer was lost in a moan of pleasure as he began bonding her to him all over again.
Epilogue
“So you’ve decided to stay on the Mothership?” Kat sounded delighted.
“Yes, I’m going to do a complete study of the Kindred and their brides here aboard the Mothership.” Molly smiled. “I’m going to write a paper on it—maybe even a book.”
“I’m all for that as long as I get a chapter to myself.” Kat laughed her warm, rich laugh that Molly had come to like so much.
Moving to the Mothership to be with Braxx had been a no-brainer. She would miss Denise, of course, but her assistant had almost finished her dissertation and was ready to be a professor in her own right. Besides, she and Scott were busy trying to start a family…something that Molly hadn’t completely ruled out herself. Although she would have said she was too old to have kids if anyone had asked before she met Braxx, now that she had the big Kindred in her life, anything seemed possible.
Speaking of kids, they were sitting in Kat’s living area and Molly could hear the sounds of her three little boys playing some kind of elaborate make-believe game in the corner.
“I’ll be the Scourge,” one was saying. “And Peace, you be the Kindred army sent to fight me. Shad, you can be—”
“I’ll be the one who rescues the pretty lady,” a voice replied. “She’s waiting for me, you know. The Goddess says I’ll find her when I’m grown up.”
“Aw, that’s all you ever talk about—the pretty lady, the pretty lady. Girls and females! Yuck!” The first voice sounded disgusted.
“Leave him be, War,” a placating voice murmured. “Shad can’t help it if the Goddess talks to him.”
“My—they certainly have active imaginations,” Molly said, laughing.
“Yes…they do.” But there was an unease in Kat’s voice that was impossible to miss. “Shad especially. His brother is right—all he talks about lately is a pretty lady with brown skin and green eyes that he has to rescue.”
“Does he know anyone who looks like that?” Molly asked, interested.
“Well, my good friend, Lauren maybe but she doesn’t have green eyes.” Kat still sounded troubled. “He keeps talking about the Hive too—although not as much as he did.”
“The huge insect creatures that want to take over the Earth?” Molly had heard more about them since moving to the Mothership but the very idea of bugs bigger than her made her squirm. “They sound awful.”
“They are, which is why we’re being so careful.” Kat sighed. “I wish they could find their nest, for want of a better word. We catch a few of their drone ships now and then—enough to know they’re still around—but so far no scans the pilots have run has detected where most of them are.” She made a noise that sounded like a shiver of fear and disgust. “Ugh! It’s so awful knowing they’re out there somewhere but not knowing where…”
“I’m sure the Kindred fighters will find them eventually.” But Molly couldn’t help feeling a sense of unease herself. Now that Braxx was back on the Mothership to stay, he’d taken up his old job of flight instructor and he went out on regular runs with the other pilots daily. She prayed to the Goddess that he would be safe.
“Eventually, sure.” Kat sighed again. “But Sylvan says it might take years if they’ve really gone to ground. They’re searching Titan now—Saturn’s largest moon. But so far…nothing.”
“We just have to trust,” Molly said, keeping her voice strong. “Trust that everything is going to be all right. Don’t you think the Goddess has her hand on the situation?”
“Well yes, actually but I didn’t know you believed in her too. I thought you were a scientist—what made you convert?” Kat asked, sounding curious.
“I’ve experienced too many miracles lately to not believe,” Molly said seriously. “And I learned something important…how to see with my heart. Sometimes that vision is a lot clearer than what you see through your eyes, you know?”
“I agree with you, doll.” Kat reached over and squeezed her hand. “Hey, all this serious talk is getting me down. What about a cupcake break? My friend Lauren—the one I was talking about earlier—has the most amazing little shop where she sells the best sweets on the entire Mothership.”
“Sounds good to me.” Molly rose to her feet and reached out a hand for her friend. But a much smaller, younger-feeling hand found hers instead of Kat’s.
“I’ll help you, heart-lady,” said a boy’s voice. “I can be your eyes if you need them.”
Molly was surprised and touched at the sweet and unexpected gesture.
“Why thank you…”
“That’s Shad,” Kat said, laughing. “He’s a ladies’ man already, just like his fathers.”
“No, I’m not,” the little boy said, sounding indignant. “I just like to take ca
re of ladies who need help, that’s all.”
“I’d be happy to have your help, Shad,” Molly said, smiling down to where she could hear his voice. “I’ve never been to the cupcake shop before. Do you know the way?”
“Not yet,” the little boy said confidently. “But I’m learning. By the time I’m all grown up, I’ll know all the ways I need to know.”
“I’m sure you will.” Molly squeezed his hand. “All right—let’s go!”
Kat corralled her other boys, War and Peace, and they headed out of her suite and down the long, metal corridor. As they went, Molly couldn’t help thinking that she’d never been more happy or felt more loved. But she couldn’t help wondering about the Hive…when would they next appear? And how would the Mothership deal with it when they did?
Whatever happens, we’ll be together and I’ll be with people I love, she told herself.
Everything was going to be all right…she hoped.
The End?
Nope, there are always new Kindred stories coming. Look for Kindred 21 in the future as well as more Kindred Tales novels like this one.
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Evangeline
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