Brand’s shaft got even harder. Gods, he loved to make her come—especially with his tongue! He redoubled his lapping, staying with her until she sank back down again, trembling and panting, her legs shaking with pleasure.
“Oh…” Allara moaned softly, her hands falling away from his hair. “Oh, husband, that felt so good. But I want more—I need more.”
“I’ll be happy to give you more—give you as much as you want, baby,” Brand promised, nuzzling his cheek against her mound and placing a soft kiss on her inner thigh. “Just let me know when you feel ready to go again—I’ll lick your soft little pussy all night if you’ll let me.”
But she shook her head.
“No, husband—that is not quite what I mean when I say I want more. I…” She broke off, her cheeks going dark with a blush.
“You what, baby? Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you,” Brand urged her.
“Well…” she bit her lip, looking up at him from under her lashes in that shy way of hers that drove him crazy every time. “I…I wanted to try the breeding chair,” she whispered. “After all, isn’t this supposed to be our Bonding Week?”
Brand frowned.
“You know, it is still our Bonding Week. But I don’t want to rush you, baby. We don’t have to bond tonight.”
“I know we don’t have to,” Allara said. “But, well…I just want to be close to you, husband. As close as we can be.” She looked up at him again, nibbling her lower lip. “Could we just try it? Try having you inside me?”
“Do you really feel ready for that?” Brand asked her gently. “You’ve been through a rough few days, baby. Are you sure you don’t just want me to hold you tonight?”
But Allara shook her head firmly.
“No, I want more—I need more,” she insisted. “The Cleansing Ceremony truly helped me. The last few days seem far away—my past can’t hurt me anymore.”
Brand felt a rush of relief at her words.
“Gods, baby, you don’t know how good it is to hear you say that! If you really want to, we can try the breeding chair—as long as we take it slow.”
“As slow as you wish, husband,” she promised. “I just want to be close to you tonight—as close as I can be.”
“Well, we can’t get much closer than having my shaft deep in your soft little pussy,” Brand growled. “Let me dry off and we’ll see if the chair is as good as I’ve heard.”
Forty-Eight
Allara watched eagerly as the big Kindred climbed out of the bathing pool and toweled himself off. She couldn’t help admiring his big, muscular body and thinking that soon she would be close to him—as close as two people could get. The way he had licked her pussy until she came for him had made her feel empty and needy inside and she couldn’t stop remembering how it had been the first time he had put just the head of his shaft inside her to prove to her that it wouldn’t hurt when he finally filled her.
I want him to fill me tonight, she thought, looking up at him as he smiled and beckoned her to come with him into the living area. I want to be one with him—to form the soul-bond he told me about. Then we can never be parted again.
She followed Brand out of the fresher and watched as he settled himself in the gliding breeding chair. His thick shaft was erect between his thighs and every time the chair moved forward, it thrust up as his pelvis was tilted by the hinged seat.
“Oh, husband,” she murmured, biting her lip. “This chair will make you thrust so deeply into me!”
“Not if you don’t want me to,” Brand told her firmly. “I’ll only go as deep as you want, baby. And you don’t have to take any more than you feel like you can—especially not my Mating Fist.”
Allara’s eyes went to the thick swelling at the base of his shaft. It was hard to believe that something so big could fit in her. But the same could be said of the rest of his shaft, she thought. And she knew that the compounds in both his saliva and his precum would help her open to take both if she wanted to.
I want to, she thought as she came to straddle the big Kindred’s lap. Oh, Gods of All Creation, I want to so much!
But the process couldn’t be rushed—not that Brand would let her rush it even if she wanted to. He held her hips firmly as Allara reached between them and grasped his thick shaft in one hand.
She remembered how it had been before, when he urged her just to rub him against her to spread his precum inside her pussy. Now she did it again, pressing the broad head of his shaft between her pussy lips and rubbing it against her swollen clit, loving the warm sensation of him spreading her open and sliding against her slippery folds.
“Gods, baby, feels so damn good when you do that,” Brand growled softly.
“It…it feels good to me too,” Allara whispered breathlessly. But as wonderful as it felt to rub his broad crown against her Goddess pearl, she wanted more—wanted the big Kindred inside her.
Carefully, she slid the thick shaft lower, positioning the head just at the mouth of her pussy. She thought of how frightened she’d been of this moment during their first wedding day—of how sure she’d been that Brand’s thickness would tear her. Now, she had no such fear. She was extremely wet and ready after the way he’d made her come with his tongue and she knew that the compounds his body made just for her, had made her open and receptive to taking the massive shaft deep in her body.
Biting her lip in concentration, she braced her hands on Brand’s broad shoulders and began to lower herself down.
“Easy, baby—take it slow,” he murmured, still holding her hips firmly. He was watching her face anxiously, looking for the least sign of discomfort, Allara was sure.
But she felt no pain or discomfort at all. There was a stretching sensation but it felt good—as though her body was opening eagerly for her husband’s thick shaft. Her inner walls were being parted by a cock for the first time but there was nothing but pleasure in the experience.
“That’s right, baby—come down slowly,” Brand told her again. “Gods, it’s so hot to watch my shaft slide into your tight little pussy!”
Allara liked watching the process too. It made her feel incredibly hot and incredibly brave to watch the big Kindred’s long, thick shaft disappear into the tightly-stretched mouth of her pussy. She was just wondering how much more she could take when she felt him bottom out inside her, the head of his cock kissing the very end of her channel.
“Oh, husband,” she sighed as she settled down on him at last. “You’re in me so deep!”
“All but my mating fist, baby. But that’s okay,” he murmured, stroking her back. “Like I told you, we don’t have to bond tonight. Let’s just concentrate on being close—here, lean against my chest and put your feet on the footrests.”
Allara did as she was told, settling against him chest-to-chest and nestling her head on his broad shoulder again as her feet found the footrests on either side of the chair.
“Mmm, husband—this is nice,” she murmured, rubbing her cheek against his bare skin and breathing in his spicy scent. “I like being so close to you.”