“You have to ask me if I want to bite you? If I want to taste your sweet pussy again?”
Sarah felt her breath coming short and she bit her lip.
“I don’t know—do you?”
In answer, he dropped to his knees beside the couch.
“Spread your legs for me, Ladara. Let me drink from you.”
Sarah had been sitting there with the dark blue towel pooled around her waist. Now she opened it and lay back on the couch, cushioning her head against the thick leather armrest.
Sazar knelt between her thighs, running his big, warm hands up and down her bare legs.
“So beautiful,” he murmured. “So fucking gorgeous when you’re all open for me this way, sweetheart.” He began placing slow, hot kisses up and down her legs, from her ticklish inner ankles to the tender insides of her knees…and then up the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs.
“Hey,” Sarah protested breathlessly. “I…I thought you weren’t supposed to, uh, stimulate me before you bit me? How can we tell if I’m your Fated Mate if you’re getting me all worked up first?”
“Getting you all worked up, as you put it, doesn’t do anything to prove or disprove the Fated Mate theory,” he murmured. “It’s only if I’m stimulating your sweet little clit while I bite you that negates the test. And to be truthful, even manual stimulation won’t help you enjoy my bite between your thighs if you aren’t my Fated Mate.” He stroked her inner thighs and kissed her again. “So I can taste and lick and suck your pussy all I want to—it won’t make any difference when it comes to biting such a sensitive area. Either you’ll enjoy it or you won’t.”
“Well then, let’s see if I enjoy it,” Sarah suggested a little breathlessly. But to her surprise, Sazar shook his head.
“I want to taste you first, Ladara,” he murmured. “I want to drink of your sweet pussy juices before I drink of your blood. Only after I’ve licked your hot little cunt and felt you coming all over my face will I sink my fangs into you there.”
“Oh…” The dirty words spoken in his deep, growling voice were doing all kinds of things to Sarah’s insides. “All right,” she whispered. “I guess if that’s the way you want to do it.”
“It is…” His eyes were glowing red again with obvious lust and need. “So spread yourself for me, sweetheart—let me get between your thighs and taste you deeply.”
“Yes, Sazar,” she whispered and opened her thighs wider, allowing him easier access.
* * * * *
Sazar groaned when he saw her sweet, pink folds spreading for him. Gods she was so hot and sweet and perfect, his little human! And her pussy was already so wet—the hallmark of a true numalla—prized by the Blood Kindred because their wet pussies allowed a male’s thick shaft to slip easily into the female’s sheath.
He longed to lap up those sweet juices, to feel her quivering against him as he tasted her perfect little pussy. But first he had to mark her with his scent. It was something all Kindred, no matter what type they belonged to, felt the need to do.
Leaning down, he gripped her thighs and rubbed his cheek against her soft mound. Her sweet feminine musk filled his senses and his shaft was suddenly so hard in his flight leathers it ached for release.
Reaching down, he popped open the magno-tabs holding his leathers closed, giving his shaft some room to breathe. He thought of taking himself in hand but he needed both hands to touch and pleasure Sarah right now. Indeed, she was already shifting her hips against the couch and moaning though he had only rubbed his cheek against her. Gods, she was so sensitive…so responsive to his touch!
Time to touch her more, then, whispered a little voice in his head. Sazar couldn’t have agreed more.
Ducking his head, he spread her outer pussy lips with his thumbs, opening her sweet, pink folds even wider, before placing a hot, open mouthed kiss over the tight little button of her clit.
Sarah moaned and bucked upward at once and her pussy got even wetter. Looking at how her folds were shiny with her honey, Sazar knew he couldn’t wait any longer to taste her fully.
He nuzzled closer and let just the tip of his tongue slip into her entrance, finding the opening to her channel and the sweet treasure within. Sarah gasped and quivered, her entire body shaking, as he lapped upward, gathering as much of her salty-sweet juices on his tongue as he could.
“Oh,” she moaned and he felt her small hands in his hair. “Oh Sazar, please…please don’t stop!”
His cock surged again, making him feel hard enough to fuck through a brick wall. Gods, he loved her soft, sexy, curvy body and the way she begged for his tongue in her!
“Just getting started, Ladara,” he promised hoarsely. “Just lay still like a good girl and let me lick your sweet pussy until you come.”
But of course she couldn’t hold still. As he licked her again and then again and then sucked the bud of her clit into his mouth and circled it lazily with his tongue, she moaned and cried and jerked under his exploring mouth. Sazar had been right—he needed both hands to hold her in place as she writhed against him, her soft little fingers tugging at his hair as broken syllables of need fell from her lush lips.
Just tasting her was almost enough to make him come. Feeling her full thighs wrapped around his head, hearing her cry and moan, lapping away her honey while she made more and more, living up to her numalla name…it made him fucking rock hard and nearly crazy with lust until he didn’t know if he wanted to bite her or fuck her or both.
Make her come, he told himself, holding onto his self control grimly. Make her come first and then you can do both.
“Sazar…Sazar!” She cried his name like a prayer, bucking her hips up shamelessly to ride his face until his mouth and cheeks and chin were shiny with her juices.
“Hold still sweetheart—need to eat your sweet pussy until you come,” he growled.
Gripping her hips in both hands, Sazar held her down and lapped her, exploring her pussy thoroughly with his tongue and teasing her tight little clit. Every once in a while he tested her by pressing his fangs lightly against her sensitive flesh. But Sarah never jerked away or begged him to stop. In fact, she seemed to get even wetter every time he tried it. The Blood Hunger was teasing at his nerves even though he had drunk from her not that long ago. Gods, he wanted her!
He became aware that Sarah’s moans and cries had turned into coherent words again. He lifted his head for a moment and tried to focus on what she was saying.
“Bite me, Sazar,” she was begging, her bare breasts and tight pink nipples heaving as she panted with need. “Please, please bite me! I want you to—I need you to!”
Sazar told himself he should make her come first. If she wasn’t his Fated Mate, the pain of him sinking his fangs into such an intimate area could ruin or derail her pleasure. But she was begging him so hard he couldn’t help himself—he wanted to bite her as badly as she wanted to be bitten.
He had to do it now.
Pressing her down hard with his hands to stop her wiggling, he leaned forward, fangs extended, and struck.
* * * * *
The entire time he was tasting her, Sarah kept feeling the sharp points of his fangs brushing against her slippery inner pussy. Though she was well aware she shouldn’t like this, it seemed to push her higher—further into ecstasy. She cried out and bucked against him, tangling her fingers in his hair as she rode his face shamelessly.
She began to want his bite—to crave it as she had never craved anything before. Every time those sharp points brushed her she felt closer and closer to the edge. Finally she heard herself begging him, crying for the pleasure of his touch—the sharp kiss of his fangs.
“Bite me,” she begged, pressing up to get more of him—his cheeks scratching against her tender thighs, his hot tongue lapping from the entrance of her pussy all the way up her slit. “Please, Sazar—bite me now! I can’t wait—I need it—need you. Bite me!”
At first she thought he wouldn’t listen, that he would insist on making her
come first. Which he certainly could—she was close already. But she couldn’t help thinking that it would be so much better, so much hotter, if he would only bite her first.
And then, finally, she felt his big hands pressing her into the couch, forcing her writhing hips to hold still. His mouth came down, the fangs long and sharp, and she felt them pierce into her flesh.
Sarah nearly screamed.
The pleasure she felt was indescribable. It was as though someone had taken ten—no a hundred—no a thousand orgasms and distilled their pleasure down into two tiny sharp points applied to her pussy.
It felt like someone had set off a nuclear bomb inside her.
She grabbed the big Kindred’s head with both hands and rose upward in defiance of the way he was holding her down. She only knew she needed more—needed it to never end as the intense sensation rolled over her, blotting out everything else except for the orgasm that gripped her and wouldn’t let go.
“Sazar! Oh God…Oh please yes, yes,” she heard herself babbling. “That feels so good…so right. Please…please!”
It was too much. Her toes curled and it felt like very muscle in her body had a current of electricity flowing through it. Her pussy spasmed, clenching hard though there was nothing to clench and she knew she needed him in her again, filling her…fucking her…claiming her.
“Please!” she moaned again. She felt like her heart might explode…like she might never be able to get a deep breath again. Like her body was made of light and was scattering into a million pieces.
Then Sazar lifted his head and licked his lips.
“Ladara,” he whispered hoarsely. “You are my Fated Mate.”
“Then take me!” Sarah demanded reaching for him. “Please—I need you in me. Now!”
She didn’t have to ask him twice. With a low groan of need, he rose from the floor and settled between her spread thighs.
Sarah fumbled between them eagerly, pulling his shaft out of his flight leathers—too needy to take it slow. She needed his big, hard length inside her, stretching her pussy, filling her completely.
“Eager, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He grinned, one corner of his sensual mouth curving up.
“I need you,” Sarah whispered. “Please, Sazar—I feel so empty.”
“Put me inside you then, Ladara,” he growled softly. “Slide my cock into your tight little cunt…let me stretch you open and fill you with my seed again.”
Again his dirty words seemed to flip a switch inside her.
“Yes…oh God, yes,” she gasped. He was thick and pulsing in her hand as she rubbed the broad head, already wet with precum, against her slippery pussy. He found his way easily into her folds and then the tip of his shaft was breaching her entrance and pressing inside.
Sarah moaned as he filled her. It seemed to her she’d forgotten how big he was, how thick and long. As he pushed deeper and deeper into her, she wondered if her pussy could take it.
But I took him once, she reminded herself. Back on Alquon when I was still a virgin. This time I’m not, and I’m a numalla—I can do this. It’s the only way to have bonding sex…the only way to be with Sazar forever.
Besides she wanted it—wanted him—badly. Moaning eagerly, she tilted her hips upward and locked her legs around his waist as she pulled him into her.
“Gods, Sarah,” he groaned hoarsely as he sank into her. “Your pussy is so tight and wet…you feel so good wrapped around me.”
“I like…like the way you feel inside me,” Sarah panted. “Like the way you fill me up. But I like it even better when you…when you move. When you thrust.”
“When I fuck, you mean? You want me to fuck you, Ladara?” he growled. “Fuck you long and deep and fill you with my seed?”
Still panting, Sarah nodded.
“Please,” she begged shamelessly. “Please Sazar, yes!”
“All right, sweetheart—I’ll fuck you.” He cupped her cheek and looked into her eyes. “But I warn you, I’ll be breeding you for real this time. At the moment I shoot my seed in your pussy I’m going to bite you and inject my essence at the same time. That means I really could make you pregnant.”
For some reason this made Sarah even hotter.
“Yes,” she whispered, bucking up to get more of his thick cock into her tightly stretched pussy. “Yes, Sazar do it—breed me. Make me yours.”
“Look in my eyes while I do it,” he commanded, his deep voice filled with lust. His pale eyes—now a pulsing red—caught and held hers as he pulled almost all the way out. “Look at me while I fuck you, Sarah—while I claim you and make you mine forever, my sweet Fated Mate.”
Moaning with the intense intimacy, Sarah obeyed, looking up at the big Kindred. Sazar held her eyes with his own as he slowly sank his thick shaft back into her pussy to the root.
“Numalla,” he growled softly. “Gods, you're so hot and tight and wet. Your little pussy is so slippery and sweet. I love that you can take all of me, right to the hilt. Love that you can open up and let me breed you.”
Sarah thought she was going to go crazy with need. She could feel a second orgasm rising inside her—a deeper one this time. She didn’t know how much more she could take after the intense experience of having him bite her between her thighs but she had a feeling she was going to find out.
“So sweet and tight and hot,” he groaned as he thrust inside her over and over, pulling her close as he looked into her eyes. “I love you sweetheart—love you so much. Do you know that?”
“I…love you too,” Sarah panted. And then suddenly the way he was filling her and rubbing against her clit with every thrust became too much. “Oh Sazar," she gasped. “Think I’m going to…I…I’m coming. Can’t help it!”
“Don’t want you to help it. Gods, I can feel you clenching all around my cock,” he growled. “Bare your neck for me, Ladara. Let me claim you.”
Sarah turned her head to one side, her pussy still spasming helplessly around his thick, invading cock. And then his fangs were sinking deep into her throat as she felt his shaft grow even thicker and something hot spurted deep in her pussy.
His seed. He’s filling me with his seed. Claiming me—he’s claiming me, she thought deliriously.
“That’s right, sweetheart—I am” she heard his deep voice growling in her head. “Now we’ll never be parted again, my beautiful Fated Mate.”
Then the pleasure took over and Sarah couldn’t think anymore but could only feel.
Chapter Thirty
Tsandor played aimlessly with the paint and glitter on his paper plate. There was a round, white ball to one side he was supposed to be decorating with the art supplies but he wasn’t getting very far with it. It was Christmas Eve so he was supposed to be making a Christmas ornament according to Ms. Sophie but he didn’t really understand what that was. Something to hang on a tree, she had told him. But trees already had leaves—why did they need a ball of glitter and paint too?
He didn’t really understand much about the Earth holiday they were supposed to be celebrating tomorrow. Some of the other kids had tried to tell him about it. According to Shad a big man in a red suit called either Santa or Fanta—Tsandor couldn’t remember which—would come tonight while he was asleep and leave him lots of presents.
Tsandor didn’t know if he believed that and anyway there was only one present he really wanted—to be together with Patro and Sarah again. Ms. Lola had told him that his Patro had called to say Sarah was all right but Tsandor didn’t know if that was really so.
Adults said things to make you feel better sometimes, even if they weren’t true. The way everyone kept telling him that Maman was just sick for a long time after she went to be with the Goddess.
What if Sarah is still in trouble? What if the bad men hurt her after all?
The thought tied his stomach in knots and he didn’t have any appetite for the red and green sprinkled cookies that were on the plate beside his juice box.
“Hey…” Suddenly a hand touched him
on the shoulder.
Tsandor looked up and saw Shad standing beside him. The other boy’s pale, almost white hair and big dark eyes scared some of the other kids. But Tsandor liked Shad—he had been nice to him even when he didn’t know anybody after moving to the Mother Ship from Tranq Prime.
“Hey,” he said listlessly, stirring a finger in the green glitter on his paper plate.
“You’re thinking bad, sad thoughts,” Shad said, frowning. In contrast to his light hair, he had dark eyebrows which made his frown intense.
“Yeah…” Tsandor didn’t ask how his friend knew. Shad just…knew things sometimes. Like the way he’d known Sarah was coming. He drew more patterns in the green glitter. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“Well stop,” Shad said, so firmly that Tsandor looked up in surprise.
“What?”
“The Goddess told me to tell you Sarah is all right,” Shad said. “And you’re gonna see her and your dad real soon. Okay?”
“Really?” Tsandor looked at his friend hopefully. Unlike the adults in his life, Shad had never played him false.
“Really.” Shad nodded solemnly. “So don’t be sad, okay?”
“Okay.” Tsandor smiled. “Thanks Shad.”
Shad shrugged his thin shoulders.
“I only know ‘cause the Goddess said. She doesn’t like it when kids are unhappy, you know? So finish your ornament. You got to have something to hang on your Christmas tree.”
“But I don’t have a Christmas tree,” Tsandor protested.
“Do it,” Shad directed. “You will.”
He went back to his own seat and Tsandor shrugged and went back to the round white ball and the paint and glitter.
He had just finished it when Ms. Lola came up to him. She was holding a bag and inside it Tsandor could see some of his new clothes and Lump-Lump, the stuffed animal Sarah had given him.
“Ms. Lola?” He looked up at her, fearful of this sudden new change. Where was she talking his clothes and Lump-Lump? Was he being sent away from the constant care house? If so, then where would he go?
Then he saw that Ms. Lola was smiling.
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