Hitting the Target

by Evangeline Anderson

  He made another growl of desire deep in his throat.

  “I like it that you waited for me, little one. But why deny yourself pleasure? I can tell by how hot and wet your little pussy is that you must have been needing all day.”

  “I waited because…” Mia had taken a deep breath. “Because I have something special I want you to show me. Something I think…think I’m finally ready to try.”

  Trey’s eyes flashed gold and went half-lidded with lust. “And what might that be, little one?”

  “I think…think I’m finally ready to let you taste me,” Mia said in a rush, feeling her cheeks get hot. Trey had been wanting to do this for their entire time together and he was always eager to suck the honey off her fingers after she’d been touching herself—or off his own when he was exploring her as he was now.

  But Mia had felt uncertain about letting him take this step and actually put his face—and his tongue—between her legs and deep in her pussy. The idea was intriguing of course and the mental image it raised made her feel so hot and swollen she could hardly stand it. But it seemed so intimate somehow…so scary.

  At last, though, she had acknowledged to herself that it might be the only way to finally finish her seduction of the big Kindred. And the fact that he had caught her looking at porn again seemed like the perfect segue. Though she had asked many times to meet his needs, he always replied that the best way to meet his needs was to allow him to meet hers. And then his eyes would flick down to the area between her thighs and she could see the hunger in his gaze.

  “Are you sure you’re ready, little one?” he murmured, looking up to meet her eyes from where he was exploring her wet inner folds with his fingers, still stroking gently all around her heated clit.

  “Y-yes,” Mia stuttered, feeling her heart skip a beat. She didn’t know why this step felt so important to her—maybe because it was so important to Trey. He had told her often how a Kindred male needed to taste his mate, how he longed to bury his face between her legs and lap and suck and explore her with his tongue until she came all over his face. But he had been patient with her when she said she wanted to wait…except now the wait was over.

  But even now that he finally had permission to do what he longed with her, Trey was still drawing it out…teasing her to greater heights of pleasure and desire.

  “Do you want to feel my tongue here?” he asked hoarsely, circling her clit with his fingertip.

  “Yes!” Mia admitted, nearly panting. “Yes, right there, Trey—please.”

  “And here?” His finger left her clit and slid lower until he found the entrance to her inner pussy. Gently but firmly, he slid it deep inside her, letting her feel him penetrating her.

  “Oh!” Mia rocked her hips shamelessly against the invading digit, loving the forbidden sensation of him inside her. “I want…want more than just your tongue in me there,” she whispered daringly. “But…” She looked down between them at the thick bulge of his shaft in his uniform trousers. “How…how will all that fit inside me?”

  “When the time comes, it will fit,” Trey had assured her in a soft growl. “The Lei’on Kindred are like the Beast Kindred—we make a special compound in our precum that helps our mates open for us and take our shafts deep in their pussies.” Slowly he added another finger, stretching her inner pussy as he continued to slide inside her. “No matter how thick the shaft is,” he murmured.

  “Really? Could…could we try it now?” Mia had asked, thinking that she saw a way to finally seduce him—a way to skip the step of letting him taste her that she was looking forward to but still a little apprehensive about.

  But Trey had shaken his head firmly.

  “No, little one—as hot as this is, I’m not quite ready to Claim you yet. Besides, I have to taste you first. There is an order in which a Kindred takes his bride you know. First there is the Holding period, as I have been holding you when we sleep every night. Then there is the Touching period—as I am doing now.” He withdrew his finger almost all the way from her pussy channel and then pushed back in, deeply into her so that Mia moaned and shook against him as he did it again and again, pumping in and out of her.

  “And then?” she prompted breathlessly as he continued finger-fucking her.

  “Oh, sorry little one.” He looked up from where he had been stroking into her pussy and met her gaze. “And then comes the Tasting period, of course. That’s very important and can’t be skipped.”

  “All that has to happen before…before a Kindred can claim his…his bride?” Her mouth almost stumbled over the last word. She was never going to be Trey’s bride—the Commandant wouldn’t allow it. But it was wonderful to pretend that it could be so.

  He nodded. “All that before the Claiming can take place. And since we’ve been holding and touching for a while, I’m glad you finally feel ready to let me taste you.”

  Mia bit her lip. “How do you want me?” she asked, feeling suddenly shy despite the way she was spread out on his lap with his fingers deep in her pussy.

  “Like this…” Withdrawing his fingers from her wet folds, he sucked them clean, his eyes never leaving hers. Then he lifted her off his lap and lay her down on the couch so that her head was pillowed against one arm on the soft brown leather.

  “Trey?” she asked uncertainly as he slid off the couch and got on his knees before her. “Do you have to…have to be all the way down there?”

  “Need to reach you—reach your sweet pussy,” he growled softly. “Don’t worry, little one—I’ll be close enough for you to hold onto me while I taste you.”

  Then he got between her legs, splitting her thighs wide with his broad shoulders until Mia thought she had never felt so open…so vulnerable before.

  “Trey…” she gasped, shifting her hips uncertainly.

  “Gods, you’re beautiful,” he growled and then he leaned down and rubbed his scratchy cheek against her inner thigh.

  Mia gasped again at the feeling of his beard scratching against her tender flesh. Before she could ask what he was doing, Trey was rubbing his other cheek against her other thigh…and then rubbing his mouth against the springy curls that covered her mound. He was almost like a large felinis marking its territory, she thought distractedly. His beard felt strange but good against her sensitive skin and she somehow found that her thighs were falling open even wider, as though to give him better access.

  “That’s right, little one…” Trey looked up, his eyes a glowing gold. “That’s right—open yourself for me. Open that soft, sweet little pussy and let me taste you…let me fuck you with my tongue.”

  And then he put his big hands on her inner thighs, spreading her even wider as he bent down to give her pussy a long, hot, sucking kiss.

  “Oh!” Mia jerked in surprised pleasure, but the movement only pressed her open pussy closer to his seeking mouth. Trey took advantage of the situation and began bathing her pussy with his tongue, lapping from the bottom of her folds all the way to the top of her slit as she moaned and writhed under him.

  “Trey…Trey!” Mia somehow found that her hands were buried in the big Kindred’s long golden-brown mane and she was pushing up to meet him deliberately this time. She had never felt anything as intense as his hot, wet tongue invading her pussy, had never seen anything as erotic as the lust in his eyes as he tasted her.

  When he looked up, panting, his mouth and beard were wet from her juices and his eyes were blazing.

  “There’s something you should know about me—about the Lei’on Kindred, Mia,” he said in a low, hoarse voice that was more than half growl.

  “What?” Mia felt a sudden jolt of fear. He looked so serious. She couldn’t keep the apprehension out of her voice or the uncertainty out of her eyes. What could he want to tell her? For some reason the image of a targen with its wild mane and golden eyes crossed her mind but she pushed it away again—how could it have to do with that?

  “Several things, actually.” He frowned. “But the only one that’s relevant
right now has to do with this—with tasting our brides.”

  “What…what is it? Please, Trey—just tell me,” she begged. “You…you’re scaring me.”

  “That’s the last thing I want to do, little one—which is why I have to tell you now.” He bent and kissed the top of her mound, then looked up at her again. “When a Lei’on Kindred puts his tongue deep in his bride’s pussy, well…it changes. His tongue I mean. It grows thicker and wider at the base, almost like a second shaft. So when I say I want to tongue-fuck you…”

  “You mean it literally?” Mia asked, her eyes wide.

  Slowly, he nodded. “It will be very much like being taken with my shaft, only I will be sucking your honey out of you, instead of pumping you full of my seed.”

  Mia bit her lip. She hadn’t exactly counted on this but wasn’t she prepared to let him penetrate her with his shaft? If so, couldn’t she also take his tongue?

  “I…I don’t mind,” she said at last, stroking his long hair away from his worried-looking face. “I understand if…if it’s something you want to do.”

  “Not just want to—need to,” Trey assured her hoarsely. “And I promise to make it pleasurable for you, little one. I just didn’t want to frighten you. Having a Lei’on Kindred’s tongue in you is different from any other male’s.”

  “Well I’ve never had anyone’s, uh, tongue in me before,” Mia pointed out, blushing. “So I don’t really have any frame of reference.”

  “You will after tonight,” he promised. Then he bent to her again, pressing a long, lingering kiss to her open pussy.

  All this time Mia had been lying on the couch with her thighs spread wide for him. But now Trey seemed to think it was time for a change. Lifting her legs, he hooked them over his broad shoulders. Then he wrapped his arms around her legs and laced his fingers together over her stomach.

  Mia watched with a mixture of apprehension and desire. What was he doing? Why did it seem like he was preparing to hold her down?

  “Trey,” she said softly. “I don’t…don’t understand.”

  He looked up at her from his place between her thighs.

  “Being tongued by a Lei’on Kindred can be very intense. My tongue will be able to stimulate a spot inside you—an area you might not even know you have—but it brings great, sometimes almost overwhelming pleasure to a female. I need to be able to stay with you if you get a little wild.” He kissed her again. “I know it’s a little scary to be held down, but I need to keep you in place while we’re so intimately connected. Can you trust me and let me hold you, Mia?”

  Mia bit her lip, but he had always been gentle with her before. Despite his massive size and great strength, he had never hurt her even once.

  “All right,” she said softly. “Yes, Trey, I trust you. You can…can hold me and put your tongue inside me if you want to.”

  “Gods, little one, I need to—so much,” he nearly groaned. “Thank you for trusting me.”

  Then he leaned down, and Mia felt something warm and wet sliding into her pussy entrance…his tongue.

  At first it was just as though the big Kindred was giving her a very deep, very intimate kiss. But then Mia felt his tongue begin to change. It was a good thing that the females of her people had no maiden barrier, as she had heard some females did. If she’d had one, he would have broken it for certain. As it was, there was nothing to keep him from reaching all the way inside her.

  Just as he had said it would, his tongue lengthened until she could feel it pressing hard against the end of her channel At the same time, she felt it thicken, growing bigger and broader until he was stretching her inner walls almost to the limit.

  “Oh!” she moaned softly. “Oh God, Trey. That feels…feels so…so…” But she couldn’t come up with a word for the sensation. It felt a little scary and also immensely pleasurable to be so filled by him.

  Just as she was beginning to get used to it, she felt him begin to move, his tongue thrusting slowly in and out of her pussy channel though his mouth stayed firmly against her spread pussy. It was like he was fucking Mia without moving anything but his tongue and it felt amazing.

  With the start of the thrusting, a new sensation began. The thickest part of his tongue seemed to be rubbing against some spot inside her—a spot that gave pleasure almost like she felt when she rubbed her clit but deeper—more intense as Trey had told her it would be.

  “Oh!” Mia gasped as the steady pressure against this sensitive spot continued. She felt like she’d been at the brink of orgasm forever now, with the way the big Kindred had been first rubbing and then tasting her pussy. But the feeling of his tongue pressing against that spot inside her was rapidly bringing her to the point of no return.

  “Oh, Trey!” she gasped, winding her fingers in his long mane again. She understood now why he had to hold her down. The pleasure that was rushing through her was unlike any she’d felt before. It was stronger—deeper—like a tidal wave. In a moment it was going to crash over her, and she would lose all control, she knew it.

  “Trey!” she cried again, tugging his hair and scratching his broad, bare shoulders helplessly as he continued to tongue-fuck her and rub the sensitive spot inside. “Oh yes…yes! I’m so close…so close!”

  Her words seemed to urge him on and he redoubled his efforts, fucking even more deeply into her. At the same time Mia felt him swallowing and knew he was drinking her honey, straight from the source just as he had told her he desperately wanted and needed to.

  Suddenly it was too much—more than she could bear. With a gasp, she felt the pleasure overwhelm her as her hips bucked up wildly in a way she couldn’t control. She was certain she would have fallen off the couch if Trey hadn’t been holding her down so firmly.

  “Oh…Oh!” she cried, aware that she was moaning helplessly yet unable to stop it. “Oh, Trey…Trey!”

  She didn’t know how long it went on for. At last the big Kindred stopped moving his tongue and the pleasure ebbed a little, allowing her to catch her breath. But he wasn’t nearly done yet, as she soon found out.

  In a moment, after she had recovered, he started again, fucking deeply into her and rubbing that special spot with his tongue until she fell over the edge of pleasure again…and again…and again…

  Chapter Fifteen

  Sitting at the desk and reflecting on the night before, Mia felt herself blushing with pleasure at the hot memories. Trey had made her come over and over again until she was so worn out she was completely limp with pleasure. Then, finally, he had withdrawn his tongue, which had presumably gone back to its normal shape and size because Mia was dimly aware of him giving her a gentle tongue bath, bathing her tender, sensitive inner folds with long, loving licks to clean up every last trace of her honey. When he finished, he looked up at her.

  “You honor me, little one,” he said hoarsely. “Thank you for allowing me to taste you.”

  “I can’t believe you’re thanking me.” Mia had given a soft, exhausted laugh. “After giving me so much pleasure…” She shook her head. “I’ve never felt anything like that, Trey—never.”

  He gave her a satisfied smile. “And I’ve never tasted so much delicious honey, little one. Gods, I love to taste it right from the source…love to hear you call my name and scratch my back and pull my hair while you come on my tongue. The only thing better would be to fill you with my shaft and bond you to me forever.”

  “Forever?” Mia had looked up at him uncertainly. “Does that really happen when you, uh, meet your needs with a woman?”

  He shook his head. “Only when it’s the one the Goddess has chosen for you. But once it’s done—once the bond is formed—it’s unbreakable.” He looked up at her seriously. “Do you see why I’ve been putting off that step—putting off Claiming you completely, Mia? I had to be sure you knew and that you wanted to be with me for life.”

  “Oh Trey…” Tears had risen to her eyes and she couldn’t hold them back. “I do,” she whispered brokenly. “I do want to be with
you forever.”

  But I can’t…the Commandant would never allow it. I don’t even know how much longer I’ll be here. And when I go, I’ll never see you again.

  The idea of leaving the big Kindred and never seeing him again seemed to break something inside her. The tears had overflowed and Mia couldn’t stop them.

  Trey hadn’t asked why she was crying but he came up off the floor and sat on the couch so he could gather her in his lap. Mia leaned her hot face against his broad chest and let herself sob—let herself mourn for a life that could never be hers, no matter how much she longed for it…let herself grieve for the love she was beginning to feel for the big Kindred…a love that would end only in heartbreak.

  Eventually she had stopped crying and Trey had kissed her wet eyelids and soothed her until she actually took a nap in his arms. When she woke, he hadn’t talked about her mini break-down. Instead he’d asked her what she wanted for Last Meal and what kind of vid she wanted to watch after.

  Sitting at the desk and thinking about it now, Mia was grateful he hadn’t pressed her about the cause of her grief. If he had, she was afraid everything would have come out. And then he would hate her for spying on him—she couldn’t bear that. Her one consolation about the inevitable end of their relationship was that she would probably be long gone—whisked back to the Republic—by the time he found out about her treachery and started hating her.

  Such thoughts made her feel blue and Mia decided she didn’t want to dwell on them. She had been cooped up inside the ship all day, studying—it was time to get out and get some fresh air. It wasn’t long before Trey was scheduled to come home—maybe she could take a walk and meet him at the transport station just outside the park. That would be nice.

  Mia went to the entry wall and put her hand over it, causing the metal to melt into a doorway for her, just as Trey had showed her. It opened and closed soundlessly behind her as she stepped out into the leafy green shade of the park.

  A light breeze rustled through the treetops and ruffled Mia’s long black hair. She was dressed in one of the light, pretty summer dresses that Trey had gotten her—a blue one that matched the color of her eyes—and the wind felt light and playful as it swirled the short skirt around her legs.