“Yes, please—now, Varin,” she said. “I…I’ve been living with this for days now—weeks. I need you.”
“I’ll give you everything in my power,” he promised and meant it with his whole heart.
“Let’s go then.” And she led him into the bedroom.
* * * **
Brynn couldn’t shed her clothes quickly enough and Varin obligingly took off his leathers and boots. But once they were naked together, Brynn felt suddenly shy. She’d seen him half naked of course and he’s seen her and they’d done things together—things the Sisters at the convent would have condemned as sinful and wrong—but that had been in the dark—or at least the semi-dark. Standing there in full light with nothing to shield her nudity made Brynn blush and tremble.
Varin seemed to understand her problem because he murmured, “Lights dim” and immediately the lighting lowered to a soft golden glow in the corners of the room. “Now, Princess,” he said. “How do you want me?”
Brynn understood that he intended to let her take charge and she felt a surge of gratitude. It made things much easier and less stressful to be able to dictate this particular scene exactly the way she needed it to go.
But how did she need it to go? Brynn bit her lip in concentration.
“I think…I want you lying in the middle of the bed,” she said at last.
He laid in the middle of the fancy feather-foam mattress on his back, his big, muscular frame nearly filling the whole thing. Brynn took him in, letting her eyes rove over his completely naked body for the first time.
Goddess above he was beautiful to look at! If you could use the word beautiful for a male. It was a masculine beauty, she decided—he was all long muscular legs, broad shoulders, and rippling abdominals. She liked the light dusting of coarse black hair across his chest and the beard shadow on his square jaw. And of course, there was his shaft—already it was standing at attention for her and Brynn could see a bead of clear precum on the broad head.
She focused on that droplet, feeling the hungry ache inside her grow until she thought she would go crazy if she couldn’t fill it. Goddess, she needed him so badly.
“Have you looked your fill, Mistress?” Varin’s deep, rumbling voice made her head jerk up.
“Oh…sorry,” she blurted. “I was just thinking how…how beautiful you are.” She felt silly as soon as the words were out of her mouth but Varin grinned a little.
“I was thinking the same thing about you, little one. Your high breasts with their tight little nipples…the curve of your hips…that soft little pussy I see peaking out from between your thighs…” He made a hungry sound in the back of his throat. “Makes me so damn hard looking at your sweet body.”
“Th-thank you,” Brynn stuttered. She still felt shy about letting him see her completely unclothed but the heat burning in his bronze eyes helped her confidence considerably. “Are…are you ready?” she asked him.
Varin spread his hands, indicating his supine position.
“I’m here, Mistress. Make use of me,” he murmured.
“All right.” Taking her courage in both hands, Brynn climbed on the bed and threw one leg over his narrow, muscular hips. But when she was hovering over him with the wide head of his shaft right under her pussy, she wasn’t quite sure what to do.
“It’s all right,” Varin murmured, clearly sensing her uncertainty. “You can take me in hand if you want.”
“Thank you.” Brynn did as he said, grasping the thick, hot shaft of his cock in her palm. It throbbed in her fingers and she thought of how it had jerked and pulsed between her lips when he gave her his cream. Goddess above, she wished she could stand to have him between her thighs like that. Or, not just between her thighs, but actually up inside her pussy. But the memory of the pain and violation she’d felt when the silver deflowering wand did its dirty work put a damper on that idea.
Still, she could at least rub him against her—that much her body would allow.
Carefully, Brynn maneuvered so that the broad, leaking head of his cock was pointed at the inner folds of her pussy. Sliding his shaft against her heated flesh felt wonderful and when she felt a little bead of precum rubbing into her slippery depths, a moan of pure relief left her throat.
This—this—was what she needed, she suddenly understood. This but much more of it.
Varin had been watching her carefully, his bronze eyes hooded with desire. Now he spoke in a slightly hoarse voice.
“How is it, little one? Is that what you need?”
“Yes, but more—I need to get better contact with you,” Brynn said. To her frustration, the brief burst of relief she’d felt was already fading. She needed more of his fluids—needed them inside her.
Deep inside, whispered a voice but she wouldn’t listen to it. The things it suggested were too scary.
“Spread yourself open,” Varin suggested in a soft growl. “Open those plump little pussy lips and rub the head of my shaft right against your hot little clit, Brynn.”
Goddess! She had to bite back a moan at his forbidden words. She loved when he talked to her like that and one look at Varin’s bronze eyes, sleepy with lust, told her he knew it.
“All right,” she whispered. Still holding him with one hand, she spread her outer pussy lips with the other. She pumped his thick shaft until another, larger bead of precum appeared at its slit and then stroked the broad head directly against her heated clit. “Ahhh!” she moaned. Goddess above that felt good—felt right—but she needed more from him. Much more.
“Getting what you need, little one?” Varin murmured, his eyes still blazing.
“Almost…” She couldn’t help feeling that she needed his precum somewhere else—actually inside her. Daring greatly, she pumped him again and then pressed the flaring crown of his cock right against the entrance of her pussy.
“Careful, little one,” Varin warned. “Things are getting pretty slippery down there—you don’t want my shaft to actually slip inside you.”
“No…” Brynn bit her lip. “No, but I need more of your precum, Varin. And I need to feel pleasure while I get it.”
“Ride me,” he suggested, his deep voice hoarse. “I don’t mean put my shaft inside you—just rub your sweet pussy up and down the length of my cock. The more you rub, the more precum I’ll make.”
“And…it won’t hurt you if I press down on you like that?” Brynn asked uncertainly. “I won’t, uh squish you?”
He laughed, the deep sound rumbling through him and vibrating her entire body. “Look how little you are, Princess. No, you won’t hurt me rubbing your sweet little pussy against my cock.”
His dirty words made her feel hot all over again and helped override her uncertainly. Goddess, she needed this and Varin was offering it to her for the asking. All she had to do was reach out and take it.
Feeling bolder, she spread the lips of her pussy again and settled right over the hard ridge of his cock. A little moan escaped her lips when she rubbed her throbbing clit against his broad shaft. It felt so good Brynn did it again…and then again.
Before she knew it, she was sliding up and down, rubbing her heated inner pussy against the long, hard length of him, ending at the broad, flaring head every time. Each time she stroked against him, his shaft made more of the delicious precum she needed. Brynn started to linger there, tilting her pelvis so that the flaring tip of his cock kissed the entrance to her pussy each time. She didn’t want him all the way inside her, she told herself, even as sparks of pleasure flared from their intimate contact. But she did like it when just the tip nudged her slippery opening.
“Gods, little one, be careful,” Varin growled hoarsely, gripping her hips as she rubbed against him. “You’re going to make me shoot.”
“But that’s what I want—for you to shoot your cream all over my pussy,” Brynn protested breathlessly, still rubbing.
“Yes, but I don’t know if it would be such a good idea to shoot inside you,” he pointed out.
“
Why not? I want it inside me—no, I need it inside me,” Brynn protested. “I mean, not your whole thick shaft—that would hurt too much and…and be too scary. But maybe…maybe just the tip?” She looked at him hopefully.
Varin looked like he was trying to control himself. There was a muscle working at the side of his jaw and his hands were clenched tight at her hips.
“Little one,” he said in a strained voice. “Remember I told you it’s the cream that plants a seed inside you? If you put the tip of my cock in your little pussy and let me shoot inside you, there’s a good chance you’ll get a big belly. Is that what you want?”
“I…I don’t know.” Brynn bit her lip. She hadn’t considered that possibility—she just knew what felt good and how desperately her body needed his fluids. She hadn’t had her cycle in ages and she thought this was why—because her body was craving what only Varin could give her. “I thought it had to be, you know, all the way up inside me to make me…” She cleared her throat. “To make me pregnant.”
“Well, it helps to have a male’s cock as deep as possible inside you if you’re trying to get pregnant,” he growled. “But it can still happen even if just the head of my shaft is in your pussy.”
“But Varin, I need it,” she begged softly. “I need your cream inside me. It’s the only thing that will help—I just know it.”
He sighed. “There’s nothing I’d like more than to plant my baby in your belly. But I just…don’t want to leave you pregnant and alone if something happens, little one.”
“Nothing’s going to happen,” Brynn said fiercely. “We’re going to get through the Blind in time and find your people. So don’t even talk about that right now!”
“But—”
“No.” She leaned down and put a finger to his lips to shush him. Then she began to move again, making sure the broad tip of his cock kissed the entrance to her pussy with every stroke.
“Brynn—” he started to protest but she shook her head.
“You keep saying your body is mine to do with as I choose. Well I choose to have your cream inside me, Varin. Right… up… inside… my… pussy.”
With each word she stroked again, rubbing her slippery inner folds against the hard ridge of his cock. Goddess above she was getting so close to coming—rubbing against his shaft was so much better than rubbing his thigh.
“Gods, Mistress—I’m yours,” Varin groaned. “Do what you want with me.” As he spoke, she felt the tell-tale twitching of his shaft which meant he was about to come.
“This is what I want to do,” Brynn told him. Leaning back, she took him in hand again and fit the broad, flaring crown of his cock to the slippery entrance of her pussy.
With a low groan, Varin released. Though he wasn’t very far inside her at all with just the tip of his cock kissing the mouth of her pussy, the spurts of hot white cream he sent inside her were powerful. Brynn gasped as she felt them drench the inside of her pussy, shooting deep inside to fill the hungry void that had opened in her the moment the Blood Honey passed her lips.
The sensation of the big Kindred coming in her, even though his shaft wasn’t filling her, brought on her own orgasm. With a gasp, she felt her body tense and her pussy muscles clamp down on the flaring crown that just barely breached her. It made a kind of seal between them, connecting them more firmly, ensuring that not a single drop of his seed slipped outside as her pussy sucked hungrily at his spurting cock.
Her orgasm seemed to go on and on and so did Varin’s. Brynn didn’t know if it was because he was coming in her pussy instead of her mouth but he seemed to just keep shooting. She lost count of the hot spurts of cream that invaded her open pussy, lost all sense of time and place as he came in her again and again, making her gasp and squirm though she was careful always to keep him from sliding further in.
At last their pleasure ebbed and she collapsed forward, onto his chest.
“Goddess above, Varin,” she panted, nuzzling his broad, heaving chest. “That was so good—so right.”
“Felt right to me too, little one,” he rumbled, stroking her back. “Did it help? You feel better?”
“I think so.” Brynn lifted off him, breaking the seal between them at last and watched with wide eyes as copious amounts of his cream ran out of her pussy. “Wow—I thought it seemed like you were coming a lot,” she whispered in awe.
He frowned. “I think it was my body trying to claim you—trying to plant a baby in your belly.” He shook his head. “I hope it didn’t succeed. Not now, anyway.”
“If it happens, it happens,” Brynn said. Leaning forward, she kissed his mouth tenderly. “I’m not afraid, Varin. Even if you made me pregnant, it was worth it. Because I…I love you too.”
His bronze eyes widened. “Never thought I’d hear you say that again.”
“Why? It’s true.” She kissed him again, enjoying the sensation of being on top—in charge. “I think I’ve always loved you. I just couldn’t admit it after you rescued me because, well, I felt like I was going crazy.”
“It was just the Blood Honey,” he assured her. “And you’re feeling better now, right?”
“Much better.” Brynn sighed contentedly. “Although…” She wiggled her hips. “I wouldn’t say no to doing that again.”
“You ought to say no,” Varin said sternly. “Every time we do that—every time I shoot my cream inside your pussy—we take a risk.”
“Look at me, Varin…” She nodded down at herself. “I’m dripping with your cream. The risk has already been taken.”
He sighed. “I suppose you’re right. Very well, you’re lucky I don’t need recovery time like most males.”
“Recovery time?” Brynn asked curiously.
“Time to let my shaft get hard again.” He shrugged. “Most males take time to do that—they go soft in between orgasms.”
“But you don’t—which is good,” Brynn remarked. “I wonder if it has to do with your people. Are all Kindred males able to keep going and going?”
“Your guess is as good as mine on that,” he said dryly. “Let’s hope we get to find out.”
“We will.” Brynn lifted her chin, determined to be positive. “We’re almost to the Blind. We’ll be through it and finding your people before you know it.”
“I hope you’re right, little one,” he growled softly.
“I know I am,” Brynn declared with more confidence than she felt.
But what if we don’t make it? whispered a little voice in her head. What if Varin’s slave chip gives out before we find his people?
Brynn pushed the frightening thought aside. That’s not going to happen! We will make it. I love Varin and he loves me—we’re going to be fine, she told herself firmly.
“Varin,” she said softly. “I like this…like being on top of you. But what if you got on top of me instead and rubbed against me that way?”
“Goddess, little one,” he groaned. “You don’t know how hard it is not to thrust my shaft deep in your sweet, sucking pussy. But if you wish me on top of you, I’m yours to command.”
“Do it then,” Brynn said. She climbed off him and Varin scooted over to let her lie in the center of the bed. He loomed over her and for just a moment she felt afraid. But then he leaned close and kissed her lips gently.
Looking into her eyes he murmured, “It’s all right, little one. Not going to hurt you. Just going to rub your soft little pussy with my cock. Just going to make you come for me so I can shoot my cream inside you.”
“Yes, Varin,” she whispered breathlessly and spread her legs for him. She gave a soft moan as she felt the broad shaft connect with her pussy once more.
But though Varin made her come and spurted his cream deep in her pussy many times, she still couldn’t quite shake the feeling that the emptiness inside her wasn’t…completely…filled.
Chapter Twenty-nine
“Master, the Blind approaches.” The worker bowed obsequiously, grooming its antennae as it spoke.
“Ah, goo
d…good.” Sovereign X'izith nodded and rubbed his long, chitinous claws together in anticipation. He had made the decision to take the Hive’s main ship and travel to the vast cloud of cosmic dust that separated his part of the universe from the area the Kindred lived in because of something he had seen in his visions of the girl.
It didn’t always happen but for some reason the Blood Honey had caused an unusually strong connection between the two of them. So much so that he was able to invade her dreams and even catch glimpses of what she was doing at other times as well.
He knew how close she was…and also what she was doing.
“My Breeding Queen is near,” he told the worker. “She thinks that by harvesting the Kindred’s seed she can quell the urges the Blood Honey raised in her.”
“And can she?” The worker groomed anxiously.
“No.” X'izith gave a high, buzzing laugh. “It may help to slake some of her desire for a time but nothing but a deep breeding will completely quench the fire. And she’s too frightened to allow him to do that—she keeps his shaft from entering her, taking only the tip within her female channel.”
“That is not enough?” the worker asked, its compound eyes wide and watchful.
“Not nearly. Especially with that inadequate flesher staff of his, which is nothing like my own splendid barb.”
He unfolded his newly regrown breeding barb from his abdomen and inspected it with satisfaction. It had grown back even longer and sharper than before, its length pulsing with breeding venom, ready to implant the royal grubs as soon as his Queen was returned to him.
“Do you see this?” he demanded, pointing at the needle-sharp tip. “I am able to penetrate completely, to inject my royal grubs directly into a female’s womb. It is that action—the act of complete penetration with the intent to implant and impregnate—which soothes the ache the Honey causes. Nothing else will ease her need.”
“And you do not fear that she will grow brave and allow the Kindred male complete penetration?” the worker buzzed.
X'izith laughed again. “Even if she did, he would not take her hard enough to do her any good. Because of the design of his shaft with its stupid, blunt end, he would have to thrust into her extremely deep and forcefully. But I have seen how he treats her—like a little doll that must not be broken. He is a slave to her still, though we have stripped their planet. He will not hurt his “Mistress” even to save her. No—we are safe enough, so long as we recover them soon.”
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