“You’re not?” Allara felt cautiously relieved.
“No,” he said. “I’m not. You are. Here, sit up for a moment, okay?”
He helped her sit up, though her legs were still spread on either side of the table. This spread her pussy lips too, making her feel more open and naked than ever.
Brand, who was still standing between her legs, stepped a little closer.
“All right, baby,” he murmured. “I want you to take me in your hand and rub the head of my shaft all over your sweet little pussy—especially your entrance.”
One did not disobey one’s husband, Allara reminded herself. But she was still incredibly nervous as she did as he told her and reached for his shaft.
Brand stepped even closer to make it easier for her and soon she found she was holding his thick, long cock in both hands with the broad head pointed directly at her pussy.
Oh, Gods of All Creation—what if it’s a trick? What if the minute I get him right against my entrance, he shoves himself inside me? What if Aunt was right about the Kindred being cruel and he’s just been pretending to be kind to throw me off my guard?
Brand seemed to sense her trepidation because he took her face in his hands and murmured, “Look at me, Allara.”
Looking up, Allara found herself falling into his golden eyes, seeing the love and gentleness there. And, as she looked in his eyes, Brand began to sing.
“You feel the wind against your cheek
It is my love.
You see the stars in space so deep
It is my love.
Wilder than a river
Deeper than the sea
My love will always
Bring you back to me…”
It was the same song he had sung to her during their wedding reception and Allara felt it all over again, almost as though it was the very first time. Shivers ran over her skin and down her spine and a longing so great she couldn’t express it came over her. The fear she had felt melted away and she knew, once more, that the big Kindred would not hurt her.
“Husband,” she whispered. “I am ready to do as you ask and rub you against me but please…will you kiss me first?”
“Of course, baby. Love the taste of your sweet lips.”
Bending down, he took her mouth gently but with a passion that took Allara’s breath away. Heart pounding, she leaned into him, kissing back for all she was worth.
At last Brand pulled away.
“Okay, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Anytime you’re ready. Just be careful, okay? That’s delicate equipment you’re holding in your soft little hands.”
The thick, intimidating shaft didn’t look “delicate” to Allara, but she was careful as she scooted her hips forward and brought the broad, flaring head of his cock to her open pussy.
He feels so hot and hard in my hands—yet his skin is so soft, she thought, as she looked down to where the head was almost touching her. The big Kindred’s spicy scent was stronger here too, making her feel dizzy with desire.
“It’s all right, baby,” he murmured softly. “Just rub me against you.”
Biting her lip, Allara did as he said. Bringing the flaring crown of his cock to her pussy, she pressed it against her swollen folds and began to rub the shiny pre-cum at the tip into her tender flesh.
At once, she felt a warming sensation and her pussy almost seemed to beg for more. Brand, for his part, stood perfectly still, not trying to force anything, just letting Allara be completely in control.
“That’s right, baby,” he murmured, stroking her hair. “Rub my pre-cum into your soft pussy nice and deep. Don’t forget to rub me against the mouth of your hot little sex, too.”
“Y-yes, husband,” Allara whispered breathlessly. Bravely, she pressed the tip of his cock right to the tight entrance of her pussy and held it there, letting more of the warming liquid find its way inside her.
Gods of All Creation, it feels really good, she thought, pressing a little more forward to make certain the tip of his cock was lodged firmly in her entrance. It almost felt as though more would go in, if she tried to make it.
Experimentally, Allara scooted her hips forward a bit more and was surprised to see the entire broad head of her husband’s thick cock slide completely into her pussy mouth.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, pulling her hands away and looking down to where they were joined. “Oh, husband—I did not mean to!”
“It’s all right, baby.” Brand stroked her hair again. “I’m not upset.”
“But, is it not against the laws of the Claiming Period?” Allara looked around anxiously. Would someone come and take them away for disobeying and profaning the sacred rules?
But no one came. It was just her and Brand and once more her husband said,
“It’s all right. Don’t worry about the rules right now, just look down and let me explain something to you.”
“Should we take you out of me?” Allara asked. By this time, she was actually hoping he would say “no.” The warmth inside her was growing and it actually felt good to have her pussy stretched open by the broad head.
“Not yet,” Brand said firmly. “Let a little more of my pre-cum get inside you, baby. Now let’s talk. Do you see how the compounds my body makes can help you open up?”
“Yes, husband,” Allara murmured, looking down to the place where he was just barely piercing her. This would certainly not have been possible earlier.
“The reason my body makes those compounds is not just to help fit my shaft inside you,” Brand told her. “It’s so my mating fist will fit inside too.”
He pointed to the base of his shaft and Allara saw there was a thick swelling there, almost like a ring around his cock.
“Oh!” Allara hadn’t noticed this detail before—she’d been too busy looking at the place where he had entered her. “What is a mating fist, husband?” she asked, her eyes going wide.
“It’s something every Beast Kindred has,” Brand told her. “It’s how we perform Bonding Sex.”
“Bonding Sex?” Allara asked, frowning.
“When we make love for the first time, if you decide you want to be with me for life, we’ll bond,” Brand explained. “The compounds my body makes will allow you to open enough that my entire shaft and my mating fist will fit inside you.” He stroked her cheek. “After that, we’ll be tied together for hours, making love and coming over and over again. That deep connection will bond our souls together and we’ll never be apart again.”
As he spoke of the two of them being together forever, Allara felt a deep longing fill her. If she was soul-bonded to her husband, maybe she could forget the Blood Feud once and for all. Maybe her aunt’s voice would fade from her head and she could leave her guilt behind and just love Brand and let him love her.
“Yes, husband,” she whispered. “Yes, this is what I want.” Laying back down on the table with the head of his thick shaft still piercing her, she looked up at him submissively. “Do it, husband,” she murmured. “Put yourself inside me all the way and bond me to you.”
For a moment, Brand looked torn with indecision. Then, regretfully, he shook his head.
“I can’t, baby—not yet. We need to follow the rules of the Claiming Period.”