The Breed

by EL Anders

  “There.” Finally he straightened up and looked at me with half-lidded eyes. “Now that you’re positioned properly in the top your nectar will flow more freely and you won’t have any friction to cause you pain.”

  “Thanks, I think.” I raised my arms experimentally, trying out the fit but the moment I moved I felt the cups sewn in the Breeder vest squeezing me. A sudden rush of the sticky golden-clear honey came from my nipples and dripped onto the black leather of the vest. “I’ve ruined it all ready!” I exclaimed but Lukas shook his head.

  “The leather is treated specially to withstand nectar stains. It brushes right off—see?” Reaching down he wiped the clear droplets away with one finger. Then, his eyes never leaving mine, he licked it clean.

  “Your nectar is sweeter today—your heat must be really progressing.” His voice was a soft growl.

  “Which means?” I looked at him fearfully.

  “Put on the rest of the outfit and I’ll tell you.” He looked at the tan business skirt which I was still wearing. It looked completely out of place with the black nippleless Breeder vest. Clearly something was going to have to change.

  Sighing, I unfolded the bottom of the outfit. It appeared to be some kind of skirt with a pair of built in soft leather panties cut low—very low in the front. There was also an open panel in the front of the skirt and a bewildering away of straps that made me frown.

  “What is this?” I said, turning the black leather creation from side to side. “Are you sure you know how to put it on?”

  “Take off your skirt and panties and I’ll show you,” he murmured.

  Despite what we’d been doing earlier, I felt suddenly shy. I had never showed my body to anyone before—not even Richlow who always complained because I made him turn off the lights before we had sex. And this was Lukas—my brother, no matter what he said. Surely it would be wrong to let him see me naked from the waist down.

  “You know, maybe I can figure it out myself,” I said, starting to edge away. “Maybe—”

  Lukas caught me by the arm. “You’ll never get it in a million years. Come on, Lexie—let me help you.”

  I bit my lip. “I would but…”

  “You’re shy?” He laughed softly. “That’s all right, sweetheart. It’s only hard because it’s the first time. Isn’t it easier to let me suck your nipples now?”

  I could feel my cheeks heating. “Maybe too easy,” I mumbled.

  Lukas kissed my hot cheek gently. “That’s just because it feels so right,” he murmured. “Once you get used to my hands and mouth on your body, all this will be much easier.”

  “But I don’t want to get used to that,” I protested. “You’re my—”

  He held up a hand. “Don’t start with that again, please. Now come on, step out of your skirt and let’s get you into the rest of the outfit.”

  Feeling like a life sized doll, I allowed him to slip off my skirt and panties while I just stood there. Lukas knelt in front of me to help which put his face right at the level of my inner thighs. I wanted desperately to cross my legs but I just couldn’t bear the pain—so instead I had to bear my big brother’s scrutiny.

  When he saw my bare pussy, he shook his head and let out a low whistle. “No wonder you’re in pain,” he murmured. “Look how swollen you are. Your little cunt lips are all puffy and hot and your honey is already flowing.”

  He reached forward to spread my thighs for a closer look but I twisted my hips to one side. “Don’t, Lukas,” I whispered. “Please.”

  He frowned. “All right, let’s get you dressed. Here, step into these.” He held out the black leather panty-skirt combination, helping me step into it as though I was a child he was dressing.

  I bit my lip as I watched him draw it up my thighs. I was waiting for the pain—for the rough sensation of the harsh leather rubbing against my tender pussy. But the pain never came and when I looked down, I could see why.

  The open panel of the skirt kept the black leather away from my most sensitive area. The panties that were attached had a deep V cut that completely exposed my entire slit, letting anyone who looked at me see the pale blond fuzz at the top of my pussy and my tender outer cunt lips. I felt incredibly exposed. But what Lukas did next made it even worse.

  “Here.” He was still kneeling in front of me and now he reached under the abbreviated front flap of the panties and pulled out one of the thin straps I’d seen earlier.

  “Wait a minute—what are you doing?” I demanded as he positioned me.

  “Putting everything in place. Look here.” He was already spreading my legs wide and I felt my heart starting to pound.

  “Lukas…” I whispered but he was still working on me.

  Carefully, he opened my pussy lips until the glistening folds of my inner cunt were clearly visible. Then he slid a thin black strap over each of my outer lips, holding them open and putting me on display. With my pussy lips spread wide and held in place, my clit looked like a glistening pearl framed in black leather.

  “Oh my God,” I whispered, looking down at myself. “You can’t seriously think I’ll wear this. I can’t even believe I let you put it on me.”

  “Think about it, Lexie.” Lukas’s deep voice was practical but his black eyes were hot. “Your clit is too sensitive right now to have anything touching it—even your pussy lips. They have to be held back, out of the way and that’s exactly what the straps do. They also let your cunt honey flow more freely.”

  “I…I thought it was nectar,” I murmured numbly, looking down at the juices that now coated my inner thighs. Letting Lukas touch me so intimately had had a greater effect on me than I wanted to admit.

  “Nectar comes from your nipples,” he lectured softly. “Honey comes from your cunt. It’s sweeter and more slippery to ease penetration.”

  “What…what are you talking about?” I whispered, still looking down. “You told me that girls as young as fifteen come into heat—are you saying they actually have sex that young?”

  “No, not until they’re of age,” he said. “And even then they don’t get fully bred.”

  I frowned. “If they don’t get ‘fully bred’ then what happens?”

  Lukas rose and took me by the hand. “Now that you’re more comfortable, let’s go sit down and I’ll tell you about it.”

  “All right.” I took a hesitant step and was surprised to find that I had no pain at all. As wildly kinky as the black leather vest and skirt looked, they actually worked. Oh, my nipples still throbbed and my clit still felt so sensitive I was sure anything would set me off but at least there were no more sharp, stabbing pains.

  Lukas must have seen the look on my face because he smiled. “It’s better, isn’t it?”

  “Much,” I admitted. “Although there’s no way I’m wearing it out in public.”

  “You would if we were on Breedlow,” he told me, sinking onto the loveseat and settling me beside him. “A female displays her heat proudly there—it’s an outward sign of her femininity and fertility.”

  “I can’t imagine that,” I said, shaking my head. “Can’t imagine parading around with my…with everything hanging out.”

  “It doesn’t start like that,” he assured me. “It’s a gradual process. You see, females on Breedlow have menstrual cycles the same way humans do but unlike a human female, a female of the Breed isn’t considered sexually mature until she comes into heat three or four years later.”

  “But she still isn’t of age, right?” I asked.

  Lukas nodded. “Right. During her first few heats she wears the outfit and displays her assets to the rest of the tribe. It’s a status thing more than anything else—by showing off her nipples, wet with nectar and her pussy, slippery with honey, she’s letting everyone know what a fertile female her future mate will be getting. And he, of course, takes every opportunity to ease her pain in public.” Leaning forward, he captured one of my tight nipples in his mouth and sucked, as though to illustrate his point.

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�Lukas…” I protested feebly but I didn’t try to stop him when he sucked the other nipple too. The fact was, it felt too good and anyway, it really was necessary, I told myself.

  “He just sucks her breasts at first,” he murmured, looking up at me. “Later, as her heats become stronger and more prolonged, he eases her pain here, too.” One large hand slipped down between my thighs and cupped my spread pussy.

  “Lukas!” I gasped again but it was too late, one long finger was already slipping over my aching clit, dipping lower to gather more honey from my well, and then sliding gently but firmly deep into my pussy.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it?” he murmured, adding a second finger and sliding even deeper. “Feels right to let me ease you.”

  “It…it shouldn’t.” I was mesmerized by the sight of my big brother fingerfucking my open pussy. “I shouldn’t want to let you.”

  “But you do,” he whispered, stroking into me, his long fingers slippery with my honey. “Listen to your body, Lexie—it knows you need me.”

  “I…I don’t know.” I felt hypnotized by the obscene and yet somehow beautifully erotic sight of his fingers sliding into me. “What…what else do they do on…on Breeder. Tell me more,” I heard myself asking.

  “Well,” he murmured as the broad pad of his thumb found my clit and began slipping over it. “When a female comes of age, her mate doesn’t take her immediately. In the early part of her heat she only gets partially bred.”

  “What…what exactly does that entail?” I could barely speak at this point. The pleasure inside me was like a wire tightening in my belly—a wire that was threatening to snap at any minute and drive me over the edge.

  “First he tastes her honey—puts his tongue inside her so she’ll know what to expect.” Lukas was suddenly on the floor in front of me. Before I could stop him, he was between my thighs, his broad shoulders splitting me wide.

  “Lukas, no!” I protested. Letting him suck my nipples out of necessity was one thing. As for stroking my open pussy—I definitely shouldn’t have let him do that but it was already done and I couldn’t take it back. But this—this I could and should stop. I just couldn’t let my own brother go down on me. Couldn’t let him spread me open and taste my wet, naked pussy. I didn’t care what he said, it was just wrong.

  But Lukas didn’t seem upset at all. “Relax, Lexie.” He kissed the inside of my thigh casually. “I’m just showing you this once. How can I make you understand exactly how our native culture is supposed to work if I don’t show you?”

  There was something wrong with his logic but my brain was fuzzy with lust and need and it was hard to put my finger on it.

  “Just once,” Lukas said again, softly. “Just let me show you.”

  “And you’re not…you won’t actually…”

  “Breed you?” he asked softly. “Put my cock deep inside your pussy and fuck you until I fill you full of my cum? No, Lexie, I won’t. Although there may come a time when you beg me to do exactly that. But I won’t—not now. I swear.”

  “All right,” I whispered, somewhat soothed by his promise. “All right, Lukas. You…you can show me. Just once.”

  “Good.” He smiled up at me, his black eyes glowing. “As I was saying, the male of the Breeder pair puts his tongue inside his mate, to let her know what to expect when he does finally breed her.” He bent his head and I expected to feel his hot, wet tongue enter me at any moment. But instead he started licking me—long, slow, top-to-bottom sweeps that went from the entrance of my pussy to the top of my slit.

  I cried out and grabbed at his black hair as he dragged his tongue over my aching clit. “Lukas please! I thought you were just going to…”

  “To penetrate you?” He gave me a lazy smile. “Of course I want to do that, too. But first I want to taste you. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to taste your cunt honey, my sweet little Lexie. And now here you are, all spread open for me. I can’t resist.”

  “You should try,” I whispered but my words lacked conviction. The feeling of his hot, wet tongue lapping my open cunt was too much, too pleasurable. I just had to lie there and take it, lie there and let Lukas do what he wanted while I watched with drugged disbelief as he tasted my pussy.

  The feel of my big brother’s hot mouth on my throbbing clit, the sight of his dark head bending between my legs, was too much. Suddenly the wire that had been tightening inside me snapped and a warm wave of pleasure flowed over me with no warning.

  “Lukas!” I wailed, my fingers fisting in his thick black hair. “Lukas, I’m…oh God, I don’t know what I’m doing but it feels so good.”

  “You’re coming, Lexie. Just coming, that’s all,” he reassured me, lapping gently at my open cunt again. “It’s all right. Let yourself come, sweetheart. Let your cunt honey flow.”

  I couldn’t have stopped if I’d wanted to. The warm wave of sensation was still flowing, pounding over me, dragging me out to sea like a riptide and God, it felt incredible. I moaned out loud as Lukas thrust his fingers deep inside me again and pressed up to find the end of my channel. This time his fingerfucking was rough and purposeful. It was as though he knew exactly what I needed and was intent on giving it to me.

  Finally the sensations died down a little and I started to relax. Lukas seemed to sense this too because he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his tongue.

  “Lukas,” I whispered feebly. “You…you already made me come. Don’t you want to stop?”

  “And miss the flow of honey after your first orgasm? Of course not.” His black eyes blazed into mine. “Spread your legs wider, Lexie. Let me taste your honey. Let me drink from you.”

  Feeling powerless to resist him, I did as he asked. My breasts were aching again but in a pleasurable way and I realized that nectar was flowing freely from my nipples. God, what was wrong with me? I was overflowing all over the place. But Lukas didn’t seem to mind. He lapped and sucked, pressing his tongue deep inside me, penetrating my pussy and then licking my clit until he brought me to another, slightly less intense orgasm.

  Only when I had finished coming the second time did he rise from between my legs and look at me again.

  I could scarcely meet his eyes. Now that the overwhelming pleasure was fading I couldn’t believe I’d allowed my own brother to lick me to orgasm not once but twice. It seemed wrong—shameful, even though I now knew we weren’t really related. I felt guilty about giving him so much access to my body even after what he’d told me about being my predestined mate.

  Lukas must have seen the shame on my face because he caught my chin and tilted it up until I had to look at him. “Lexie,” he said softly, looking into my eyes. “Don’t feel bad. I’m only showing you what happens when a female comes into heat on Breedlow—remember? And even if I wasn’t just showing you, even if I had gone down on you and tasted your pussy because we both wanted it, there would be no shame in it. It’s perfectly natural.”

  “Sure,” I mumbled, glancing away from his burning look. “It’s perfectly normal to spread my legs for my big brother and let him lick my…lick me there.” I tried to laugh but it didn’t come out sounding happy. “Nothing wrong with that.”

  “No, there’s not,” he said, frowning. “And don’t forget, I’m your mate. If we were still living on our home planet I would have gone down on you hundreds of times even before you were ready to be partially bred.”

  My heart skipped a beat and then started to pump faster. “What exactly do you mean, ‘partially bred?’”

  “It takes a female some time to be ready to be fully penetrated by her mate’s cock.” Lukas’s deep voice had taken on a lecturing tone again and I wondered how long he’d studied to learn everything there was to know about our true peoples’ customs. Could it be that instead of gadding around, being an intergalactic playboy, he’d been taking courses on Xenobiology?

  “Explain,” I said, looking at him warily.

  “Well, just because a female isn’t ready to have her mate’s coc
k fully penetrate her pussy, doesn’t mean she doesn’t experience the need to feel him in her,” Lukas went on. “And since his body is built to accommodate hers, Breeder biology has an answer for that. Look.”

  Sitting up, he began to unfasten his pants, just as he had the night before. This time I didn’t even try to stop him—what was the point? But I have to admit I couldn’t help blushing when he pulled out the longest, thickest cock I’d ever seen in my life.

  “Lukas,” I said, my cheeks getting hot. “What—?”

  “Look.” He scooted closer to me. “No, you don’t have to touch it if you don’t want to. Just look—for now.” He held himself by the shaft and pointed at the broad, flaring head of his cock which was already shiny with precum. “See that ridge just about an inch below the head?” he asked softly.

  I looked and sure enough, there was a raised area about quarter of an inch wide just where he was pointing. I had the sudden urge to touch it—to explore the long, thick shaft rising from between his thighs with my hands and mouth but I squashed the bewildering desire quickly.

  “I…I see it,” I murmured.

  “This ridge goes all the way around my cock,” Lukas told me. “And it acts as kind of an anchor. You see, Lexie, you have a little groove inside your pussy that just exactly matches my ridge. Or you would the moment I started entering you. But it doesn’t stay in the same place.”

  “It…it doesn’t?” I asked, mesmerized by the sight of his naked cock and the forbidden thought of it inside me. Of course I would never let him but still…

  “No.” He shook his head. “It exists solely to show the Breeder male exactly how ready his female is to be bred. Early in her heat, it’s near the entrance of her pussy so he can barely get the head of his cock inside her before he feels himself lock in place.”

  “Which means he only gets partial penetration,” I said and Lukas nodded.

  “Of course, as her body becomes more ready to be bred, the groove moves back, allowing him to slide deeper and deeper into her. When she’s fully ready to have him all the way inside her, it disappears completely, only to reappear during her next heat. Would you like me to show you?” he asked, his voice soft and deep.