The panties that went with the dress were likewise black velvet—both inside and out—which rubbed pleasurably against her pussy. The idea of Brand kissing them was by no means unpleasant. Because, of course, he wouldn’t be kissing her bare pussy, she thought, which meant it wouldn’t be so bad. So…forbidden.
“Of course the panties you have on now, baby,” Brand murmured, his golden eyes half-lidded. “Would you like to let me kiss them—just a little—to get you used to the idea?”
Allara bit her lip, the two voices warring inside her again. One—her aunt’s—was telling her how evil and wrong she was to even consider it. But the second—her own voice—was saying that she ought to let go of the ways of the Q’ess and please her husband and herself instead. After all, she would never see her father or her aunt or anyone else of her people ever again. So she might as well embrace the ways of her new husband’s people—embrace the ways of the Kindred.
“Yes, husband,” she said, listening to the second voice, as she had been more and more lately. “I would like for you to kiss my panties. If…if you want to.”
“I would, baby—very much,” Brand growled. And dropping to his knees, he lifted her dress to bare her panties and pressed his mouth to them in a long, reverent kiss.
Allara could feel his hot breath against her sensitive clit right through the soft scrap of fabric which barely covered her mound. His big hands molded to her hips, urging her to spread her thighs wider for him, which Allara did almost without thinking.
“Oh, husband!” she breathed, bracing her hands on his broad shoulders as he knelt before her. “Oh that feels so…good.”
“Don’t sound so surprised, baby.” Brand looked up with desire in his golden eyes. “Your sweet little pussy and Goddess pearl were meant to feel pleasure.”
“But to feel you through…through my panties…” Allara shook her head.
“I know a way you can feel me even better,” Brand had growled. “Why don’t you reach into those little panties and spread your pussy lips wide for me so I can kiss your clit a little better.”
“Still through the panties?” Allara asked breathlessly.
“Still through the panties,” Brand assured her in a soft growl.
With trembling fingers, Allara reached into the velvety black panties and spread her pussy lips for her husband.
I must do as my husband tells me, she told the little voice whispering that what she was doing was wrong. It is not wrong if he wants it.
With a growl of approval, Brand leaned forward again and pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the little bump which was barely visible through the thin fabric.
“Ohhh,” Allara moaned as he traced her gently through the panties with the tip of his tongue. “Oh, husband…”
“Mmm, baby, you smell so good,” Brand groaned, pulling back for a moment to rub his cheek against her pussy mound.
“Thank you, husband. You smell good as…as well,” Allara admitted. It was at times like these—when her husband was pleasuring her—that she smelled his spicy scent the strongest. It seemed to make her want to give in and do anything he wanted. Which would surely wind up in some very shocking scenarios, she was certain.
“You know, baby,” he murmured, looking up at her. “I think I could kiss your little panties more easily if you lay down on the bed. What do you say?”
“Yes, husband, if it pleases you,” Allara agreed.
Going to the rocking bed, she laid down on it, feeling it sway slightly under her as she got situated.
“Scoot down, sweetheart—let your legs hang over the end of the bed,” Brand instructed. “That way I can get right between them and kiss your panties just right.”
Biting her lip, Allara did as he said, scooting down until the big Kindred could reach her.
Brand positioned himself on the floor with his knees on a pillow, as though he expected to be there for some time. Then he dipped his face between her legs. But this time, instead of kissing her panties—which Allara had been expecting and rather looking forward to—he started to kiss the inside of her right thigh.
Starting by the sensitive underside of her knee, he made his way slowly down until he was pressing his lips to the very inside of her right thigh, just beside her panties. Then, just as Allara was certain he was going to kiss her panties again, he switched over to her left thigh and repeated the entire process.
The soft, sensual kisses seemed like torture to Allara. She could feel the need to come building inside herself as the big Kindred drove her crazy with his slow, deliberate seduction. Somehow his patience in taking his time to turn her on and tease her was as intensely erotic as the way he had mingled his Song with hers earlier. Allara could feel herself getting wetter and wetter and hotter and more swollen between her thighs—if he didn’t hurry she was going to ruin the little black velvet panties by getting her juices all over them!
“Husband!” she panted at last, as Brand nuzzled the crease of her left inner thigh, his cheek brushing against her panties. “Please, I feel so…so needful!”
Brand looked up, his eyes burning with desire and she realized that he was teasing himself with this slow seduction as much as he was teasing her.
“Is that right, baby? Are you ready to let me kiss your panties again?”
“You know that I am!” Allara exclaimed.
“Well…maybe if you pulled them down—just a little—I could kiss them better,” Brand murmured.
“Pulled them down?” Allara wasn’t sure about this—her heart started thudding in her chest.
“Not all the way down. Here—let me show you what I mean,” Brand told her.
Reaching up, he tugged the little triangle of black velvet lower, so that it slid down and the top of Allara’s mound was revealed.
“Hmm, baby—you shaved,” he murmured, his eyes widening. “Didn’t know you were all bare under there.”
Allara felt her cheeks getting hot with a blush.
“Kat told me these panties would work best if I was, er, bare,” she murmured. “I have never removed my curls before but I am trying to be less Q’ess and more Kindred—does that make sense?”
“Well, we don’t demand that our females shave, but it’s nice to see that you’re being more open to new ideas, sweetheart.” Brand smiled at her. “And now that your panties are a little lower, I can kiss them better. Want to see?”
“I…I suppose so,” Allara whispered.
Leaning forward again, Brand began kissing her panties again—but this time his mouth seemed to find her sensitive, bare mound almost as often as it found the black velvet.
Allara moaned softly at the feel of his hot mouth moving over her smooth, bare flesh and his tongue dipping lower to tease the top of her slit. It felt so good she didn’t even say anything about how he was only halfway kissing her panties now.
After a few long, drawn-out kisses, Brand pulled back and looked up at her again.
“Tell me, baby, how would you feel about pulling these sweet little panties down just a little bit more? It would make it easier for me to reach you—I mean reach them, so I could kiss them better.”