“Praise be,” Raak agreed, nodding. “Now, about those platters. I think I’d like to take all you have available.”
He and the merchant got back to haggling but just as they had agreed on a price and Raak was saying, “Well, I think we’re all in agreement here,” another sharp twinge, almost like an electrical shock shot right through Kara’s throbbing nipples and aching pussy.
And then she felt herself beginning to get wet between her thighs—really wet.
“Ouch! Oh, no,” she moaned, writhing uncomfortably against Raak’s back.
“No?” The merchant, who had been about to hand Raak a stack of carved wooden platters drew back in alarm. “I thought we all agreed?” he asked and his second head murmured in agreement.
“We do,” Raak said, glaring over his shoulder at Kara.
“Yes, um…sure we do,” she agreed weakly. But then another sharp shock ran through her. The feeling of being electrocuted in her most sensitive parts was too much. “I can’t!” she exclaimed wiggling frantically. “I can’t do this!”
The merchant’s frowns deepened.
“See here,” he said, drawing himself up as both heads glared at Kara. “If you’ve got a haunted second head I don’t want nothing to do with you—so I don’t! It’s bad luck to deal with someone that can’t agree with themselves.”
“I’m sure it is,” Raak said. “We’ll just be going now.”
But the merchant had caught the eye of another Yi’pisselon, who was wearing a shiny round badge pinned in the center of his chest.
“Constable! Oh Constable!” he called. “See here—this fellow has a haunted head.” He pointed at Raak and Kara and all the rest of the Yi’pisselons stared in their direction.
“Shit!” Raak muttered under his breath as the constable made his ponderous way towards them.
“A haunted head? What is he talking about?” Kara asked under her breath.
“I think it’s their form of schizophrenia—when the two heads can’t agree with each other,” he shot back. “What’s wrong with you, anyway baby girl?”
“I—” Kara started to explain but just then the Yi’pisselon Constable started shouting at them.
“See here,” his first head was saying loudly, as he came towards them. “We can’t have no haunted heads in this town. It’s against the will of Dingle so it is.”
“Dingle? Who in the Seven Hells is Dingle? Pooper…Dingle…Gooshen…I mean, how many deities do these people have anyway?” Kara exclaimed.
“More than I want to hang around and find out about,” Raak growled. “We need to get out of here—fast.”
The Yi’pisselon Constable began to pull a weapon out of his robes—at least Kara assumed it was a weapon—but Raak didn’t give her a chance to get a really good look.
“Hold on, baby girl,” he told her. “We’re gonna have to make a run for it.”
“Now, you’re coming with me and I don’t want no trouble about it so—” the Constable began.
Raak didn’t wait for him to finish his ponderous statement of arrest. He dodged suddenly around the Constable, knocking into the merchant’s rickety table and spilling a heap of platters and bowls on the dusty ground in the process. Then he ran around one of the slow-moving Bassett-tortoises who was pulling a wooden cart and began to pelt down the road with Kara clinging to his back.
There were cries of, “Stop him!” and “Haunted head!” behind them, but none of the Yi’pisselons were built for speed and Raak was really fast, even with Kara on his back. Before she knew it, they were back to his ship and the pursuing natives had been left in the dust.
“All right,” Raak growled, panting a little after his exertion. “You wanna tell me what the Seven Hells that was all about back there, baby girl? I nearly had the sale in the bag and then you started going crazy.”
“Down—let me down!” Kara demanded, writhing against him. She couldn’t wait another minute. Whatever was wrong with her, she had the idea that the big Unbondable’s close proximity had something to do with it.
“Fine.” He took off the holo collar so he could see what he was doing and helped her get out of the leather harness he wore strapped around his waist.
With a gasp, Kara staggered free. She felt better for a moment…until she looked down at herself.
“Oh…oh, no,” she moaned at what she saw.
There were two large wet patches on the silver uniform shirt she wore like a dress—directly over her nipples. Not only that, but her thighs were slick with moisture too.
What was happening to her?
Twenty-Six
“What’s happening to me?” Kara moaned when they got back into the ship. “Why am I leaking?”
“Are you, baby girl? Let me see,” Raak said anxiously. He felt bad for being upset with her for ruining the sale earlier. He hadn’t had any idea all this was going on.
Should have had an idea though, he thought grimly. Qi tried to warn us there would be a price for shrinking her fangs. This must be it.
Whatever this was.
“Come on,” Raak told her. “Let’s get you into the fresher and out of that shirt so we can see what’s going on.”
Though he knew how modest she was, she allowed him to lead her into the fresher and open the shirt. Raak thought that she must really be in pain not to protest at all when he leaned down to examine her nearly nude body.
Her nipples were bright red and looked achingly hard. But that wasn’t all—they were also leaking a pale blue fluid like nothing Raak had ever seen before.
Wait a minute—never seen before? Yes, you have! he told himself. It’s essence—the same stuff that used to leak from her fangs when she bit you. Only now it’s coming from her nipples. What in the Seven Hells?
“Raak, it hurts!”
Kara’s soft cry of pain drew his attention from her full breasts to her face. She was nearly crying, he saw, his heart twisting for her pain.
“I know, baby girl,” he said quickly. “I know it hurts. Come on—let’s see if we can help you.”
Quickly, he drew a bath for her in the deep tub where he had warmed her after their escape from Tranq Prime. Maybe soaking in the warm water would help ease her ache, he reasoned. Maybe it would draw out the essence that was filling her breasts and causing her such pain.
But it wasn’t only her nipples that were leaking, he saw as he knelt beside her to adjust the water temperature. Her inner thighs glistened too, as if with her honey. But Raak could tell by the faint blue sheen that it wasn’t her honey but her essence that was coming from the sensitive area.
That which once flowed outward must flow inward, he thought. Well, Qi tried to warn us. I just hope I can ease her pain!
When the tub was nearly filled, he helped Kara into it but she begged him to come in too.
“Please, Raak,” she whispered. “Hold me like you did after Tranq Prime. Please.”
“Of course, baby girl,” he said roughly, his heart twisting in his chest again. Quickly, he stripped off his clothing and climbed into the tub with her, pulling her close to his chest. He would do anything to try and make her feel better and truth be told, he wanted to hold her but he’d been afraid she wouldn’t want his touch when she was in pain.
But it turned out that Kara did want his touch—very much. She writhed against him restlessly, moaning as the water around them turned a pale, delicate blue from her essence.
“Please, Raak—can’t you help me?” she begged, looking up at him in a way that tore at his heart. “Please, it hurts so much.”
“I was hoping the warm water would help you, baby girl,” he told her. “Maybe help pull some of the essence out of your breasts and pussy.”
“Essence?” She sat up between his thighs and looked down at herself, her eyes almost drugged with need and pain. She gestured at her full breasts, still leaking the pale blue liquid. “You think this is my essence?”
“What else could it be?” Raak asked reasonably. “Looks like it.”
He leaned forward and swiped his tongue against one swollen nipple. The familiar sweet taste he associated with kissing her filled his mouth. “Tastes like it too, baby girl,” he murmured, looking up at her.
“Oh!” Kara gasped and thrust her breasts outward. “Do…do that again, please Raak,” she pleaded. “For just a minute when you licked me, it felt better.”
Raak frowned.
“You sure, baby girl? I thought now that your fangs were gone you didn’t want to do that kind of thing with me anymore.”
“Of course I want to, but this isn’t about that,” Kara exclaimed. “It’s about feeling like someone is running an electric current through all my most sensitive spots. Please, Raak—help me! If…if you don’t mind, I mean…” She bit her lip. “I mean, the essence leaking out…”
“Tastes as sweet as your kisses, baby girl,” he said firmly. “Of course I want to help you…want to lick you and suck you if you think it’ll make you feel better.”
Kara shook her head.
“I…I don’t know. But would you…could you just try?”
“Sure I will, sweetheart. Come here.”
Putting his hands on her waist, Raak pulled her closer so that her full, bare breasts were swaying in his face. He felt his shaft harden at the sight. Gods, she was lovely! But she was also in pain—and he wanted nothing more than to ease the ache she was feeling.
Carefully, he took one tight pink nipple between his lips and laved it with his tongue.
“Oh!” Kara threw her head back and pressed her breasts forward, pushing more of her nipple between his lips. “More!” she begged. “Please, Raak—do more.”
Encouraged by her obvious desire and the relief he was bringing her from pain, Raak sucked her nipple—gently at first, and then harder. The sweet pale essence flowed into his mouth reminding him of spiced honey, only slightly thinner. In no time, he had a mouthful. He swallowed and sucked some more as Kara moaned and pressed against him.
That’s right, baby girl, he thought as she fed her ripe nipples into his mouth, pressing desperately against him. That’s right, take what you need. Just take what you need and let me suck your sweet nipples for you.
At last, the flow from her tight pink peaks slowed and then stopped. Kara, who had been kneeling on her knees in the bathtub between his thighs, sighed and sat back. With a weary moan, she collapsed against his chest.
Raak held her tight.
“Better, baby girl?” he asked, looking down at her anxiously.
“Sort of,” Kara admitted.
“Sort of?” Raak frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It just means, I…” She looked up at him, biting her lip with those white little teeth of hers—teeth that were missing their fangs, Raak couldn’t help thinking.
“Go on,” he urged her. “Tell me, baby girl.”
“Well, it’s just that…that while my breasts feel much better now, I still have a, uh, a problem.”
Kara’s cheeks went red with embarrassment as she spoke and Raak understood what she was trying to say.
“Let me guess—your pussy aches as much as your sweet little nipples did a minute ago,” he said, looking down at her.
Clearly ashamed, Kara hung her head.
“Yes,” she whispered. “But I don’t like to ask you to, well…”
“You don’t want to ask me to lick your pussy?” Raak asked, raising an eyebrow. “Baby girl, don’t you know that’s what I’ve been wanting to do to you since the first minute I saw you back on the Mother Ship?”
“I know,” Kara said in a low voice. “It’s what every Kindred male wants. But now I’m leaking this stuff…”
“It’s just your essence, sweetheart,” Raak told her firmly. “It’s like Qi warned us—whatever can’t flow out, has to flow in—or at least in a different direction.”
Her eyes widened.
“You really think that’s what’s happening to me?”
“I do—what else could it be?” Raak asked reasonably. “Getting your fangs to shrink was a big deal—there was bound to be a price.”
“Well, I don’t know how I feel about paying it,” Kara said, frowning.
“I do.” Raak rose from the water, lifting her in his arms.
“Oh!” Kara gasped as the water sluiced off them. “What are you doing, Raak?”
“Taking you to the bedroom, baby girl.” He felt his shaft surge again at the thought of finally getting to taste her and his voice dropped to a soft growl of desire. “You need your pussy licked and I’m damn well going to lick you.”
Twenty-Seven
Kara couldn’t believe they were doing this. It was so embarrassing! And yet, she knew that Raak was right—she needed it badly. She could do nothing but moan softly as the big Unbondable carried her into his sleeping chamber.
He took a moment to towel her off gently and then laid her carefully on the bed with her lower legs hanging down over the edge. After toweling himself off as well, he knelt on the floor between her knees and parted her legs.
Kara wanted to protest as he opened her thighs, revealing her swollen pussy. She was embarrassed for one thing and for another, she’d been saving her first tasting for her mate. But none of the reasons she could think of not to do this could match the urgency of pain and need she felt throbbing between her thighs.
There was simply no choice—she had to let the big Unbondable taste her and try to ease the ache in her pussy the same way he had eased the ache in her breasts.
“Raak,” she moaned, as he wrapped his big arms around her thighs and pulled her even closer to the edge of the bed. “Please…please be gentle. I…I’ve never been tasted before.”
“Of course I’ll be gentle, baby girl.” His voice was rough with desire but his silver-ringed eyes were tender. “I’ll never hurt you,” he promised. “Just want to help you feel better. Can you relax now and open for me? Relax and let me taste you?”
“I…I think so,” Kara whispered. Looking down, she couldn’t help biting her lip as she watched him part her swollen folds with his thumbs to reveal her slippery inner pussy.
Raak gave a low groan.
“Gods, baby girl, you’re so damn beautiful,” he told her. Then he leaned forward and placed a hot, sweet kiss on her inner folds.
Kara moaned and jumped, her hips bucking in response to his soft, oral caress. She could feel the need building inside her but just that one simple touch of his mouth to her pussy had already eased some of the ache. This was what she needed—she knew it now.
“Please, Raak,” she whispered, pushing her hips forward to give him better access. “Please…more.”
She didn’t need to ask him twice. He looked up at her, his eyes blazing.
“You need me to lick you deep, baby girl? Get my tongue all the way inside your soft, wet little pussy?”
To Kara’s mingled desire and embarrassment, that was exactly what she needed.
Biting her lip, she nodded.
“Yes,” she whispered, looking down at him. “Oh, please yes, Raak.”
“That’s good, baby girl—because that’s what I need too,” he assured her. “Need to taste that hot little pussy until you come for me—come while you’re riding my tongue.”
His hot, dirty words seemed to send a bolt of desire right through Kara’s entire body. She moaned and arched up towards him, mutely begging for more.
Raak was quick to give her what she needed. Leaning forward, he lapped her open pussy again, this time using the flat of his tongue to cover as much area as possible.
Kara gave a little cry and arched against him, bucking her hips shamelessly against his invading tongue, opening her thighs as wide as she could to let him in. Any lingering embarrassment she’d felt at the awkwardness of the situation faded as the big Unbondable pressed his face eagerly between her thighs and lapped her slippery folds, bathing her pussy with his tongue and sucking to draw out the essence which still came from her.
“Raak…Raak!” K
ara heard herself moaning. Somehow she had buried both hands in his thick, wild hair and was tugging eagerly as she thrust up to meet him. Gods, could that really be her moaning his name and begging so shamelessly for him to taste her, to lick her harder…deeper…more?
It must be because she was suddenly right on the edge—the sharp painful ache turned into a constant flow of pleasure. Though she had never had a male’s tongue between her legs before, Kara knew she would never forget her first tasting. It was so good, so exactly what she needed that she could feel the pleasure trying to peak inside her, her orgasm hovering just over the horizon…
“Raak,” she moaned, bucking up against him. “Raak, I’m close…so close. I just need…oh, I don’t know what I need!”
He looked up for a moment.
“I do, baby girl,” he rasped. Then he ducked down and captured her clit between his lips, swirling the tip of his tongue around and around the sensitive little button. At the same time two long, strong fingers filled her pussy channel and began to fuck deeply into her.
The penetration seemed to be exactly what Kara needed to push her over the edge. With a low cry, she felt the pleasure take her, sweeping in like a tidal wave and washing her out to sea.
“Raak!” she moaned, tugging the big Unbondable’s hair as she arched against him. “Oh Gods, Raak, yes…yes!”
Raak rode out her orgasm, never ceasing his steady licking and sucking even as she bucked fiercely against his mouth. At last, though, when Kara collapsed, panting on the bed, he looked up, his mouth shiny with her juices.
“Gods, you taste so damn good. Feeling better, baby girl?” His voice was hoarse with lust and he licked his lips as though he was ready to taste her again if she needed him to.
“I…I think so.” Kara was still trying to catch her breath. “Goddess, Raak—that was so…” But she couldn’t think of a word that adequately described the sudden shift from pain to pleasure.
Raak seemed to understand because he nodded.
“For me too, baby girl. You have the sweetest little pussy I’ve ever tasted. And I fucking love the way you pull my hair and moan while I’m going down on you.”
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