Loving a Stranger_A Kindred Tales Novel

by Evangeline Anderson

  Nallah wasn’t sure if she wanted Reeve to notice her new exposure or not. The idea of forming a bond with the big Kindred was still uppermost in her mind, although he had told her that tonight would be only about healing her.

  Could she stand to have him in her, his thick shaft thrust deep in her pussy? She had wanted such a thing, back when he was pretending to be Harryx—had even hoped it would happen. But that was before the real Harryx came back and shattered the trust that had grown in her heart while Reeve was controlling his body. She still felt fragile after what had happened with her husband—his betrayal and the way she had…

  But no, Nallah wouldn’t let herself think of the past now. She wanted to be here in the present with Reeve.

  I’ll let him heal me, she told herself firmly. That’s enough for now. We can think about…other things later.

  So telling herself, she leaned into Reeve’s gentle touch when he cupped her face and tilted her right cheek forward.

  “Gonna heal you now, baby,” he murmured. “At least, I’m going to try.”

  “All right. Yes, Reeve…please heal me,” she whispered and closed her eyes.

  For a moment she felt only Reeve’s warm breath on her scarred cheek. Then she felt the warm, wet brush of his tongue against her flesh and a shiver went though her entire body.

  “Oh…” she whispered as the gentle stroking went on. “Reeve that feels so good.” In fact, the tender way he was laving her cheek with his tongue reminded her of the way he had licked other parts of her in the past…parts which were feeling tingly and open and vulnerable right now.

  Nallah wished she could press her thighs together to hide the way her pussy was getting wet and swollen but she was straddling Reeve’s thighs and couldn’t do anything about her growing arousal. She remembered how Olivia had said things could get “intense” when your man healed you. Maybe this was what she had meant.

  He stopped licking for a moment and murmured, “I’m glad you like it, sweetheart. And I think…I think it’s working.”

  “Is it?” Nallah couldn’t keep the hopeful excitement out of her voice. She wanted so much to be healed of the ugly purple scars on her cheeks. “Can I see?”

  “Just let me do a little more and then I’ll get the other side,” Reeve told her. “I don’t want you to look until I’m done. Okay?”

  “All right,” Nallah agreed obediently, though she was brimming with impatience. “Yes, Reeve.”

  “You don’t always have to do what I say, you know, sweetheart.” There was a slight frown in his voice. “My word isn’t law—you can rebel sometimes if you want or argue with me. I don’t mind.”

  Nallah bit her lip. All her life she had been trained to obey men and take their word as law. Now here was Reeve telling her she didn’t always have to listen to him that way—that she could actually talk back to him with no consequences. It was a strange thought…but a very liberating one.

  “Thank you,” she said, smiling at him. “I may, um, rebel some in the future. But for now I will be patient oh my…Reeve,” she ended.

  He chuckled softly, a rumbling sound which came from deep in his chest and seemed to shake her whole body.

  “You’re having a hard time just saying my name, aren’t you? Instead of ‘oh, my husband.’”

  “Well…it is the proper form of address for the male who owns you,” Nallah pointed out breathlessly.

  Reeve’s dark face grew serious.

  “Nallah, baby—I don’t own you. You’re your own person now—nobody is ever going to own you again but you.”

  “Oh,” Nallah said in a small voice.

  “But if you’d like us to belong to each other,” Reeve continued, “I could definitely get on board with that. In fact, I’d love to belong to you baby, if you want to belong to me, too.”

  “Belonging and owning are…two different things?” Nallah asked.

  He nodded. “For me, they are, anyway. Belonging means mutual respect and affection and trust—I want that with you, Nallah.” He looked into her eyes. “And if you want it with me, I’d be happy to join with you—marry you. Then you could call me, ‘oh my husband’ for real.”

  “Even…” Nallah bit her lip. “Even without the bond you spoke about?”

  He nodded. “Even without it. I want to be with you, baby. Will you marry me?”

  Nallah thought about protesting that there was no one to sell her to him and sign the bill of ownership. But then she remembered she owned herself now—why could she not make her own decision about marrying the big Kindred?

  “Yes,” she said softly. “Yes, Reeve, I would like to marry you very much.”

  “Good,” he growled softly. “Then let me finish healing you, baby and we can talk about how you want the ceremony. I know females have their own ideas about that kind of thing.”

  “All right.” Settling more comfortably against him, Nallah leaned her cheek forward and allowed him to finish on the right side before he turned to the left.

  As before, the feeling of his warm tongue bathing her face sent shivers of desire through her. Shifting her hips restlessly, she gasped a little when something hard and hot poked against her open pussy through the see-through pink panties.

  Glancing down, she saw that a long, hard ridge of flesh had appeared in the black fabric of Reeve’s sleep trousers. When she had settled more deeply into his lap, the thick bulge had pressed against her spread pussy.

  The position they were in reminded her of the Ritual where Reeve had rubbed against her without ever actually penetrating her pussy with his cock. A surge of desire went through her and without thinking about it, she sank a little lower in his lap and tilted her hips back and forth, getting more contact with his hard shaft and her tender inner pussy. It felt especially good when she pressed her throbbing clit against his cock.

  Before she quite knew how it had happened, Nallah’s hips were moving of their own accord, setting up a rhythm as she ground her spread pussy against his rigid shaft. God, it felt so good—she never wanted to stop.

  Up until now, Reeve hadn’t commented on what she was doing—he was still apparently engrossed in healing her cheek. But finally he gave a low sound that was half aroused, half amused.

  “Mmm…enjoying yourself, baby?” he murmured in her ear. “You like grinding that hot little pussy against my cock?”

  Nallah felt a new burst of desire rush through her at his soft, dirty words.

  “Y-yes,” she moaned breathlessly. “Yes, Reeve, I do. It feels…feels so good.”

  “Enjoy yourself then,” he murmured and his mouth moved lower, leaving her cheek to lap and kiss the sensitive side of her throat. “Gods, you taste so good,” he murmured, one big hand finding and cupping her breast.

  New shivers were running through her body and Nallah’s pussy was so wet that her panties were damp and sticking to her. Suddenly she didn’t want them in the way anymore—or Reeve’s sleep trousers either.

  The nice thing about the pink panties that went with the babydoll nighty was that they also had ties which held them on—one on either hip. Quickly, Nallah pulled the strings, releasing the bows. Lifting up for a minute, she pulled the pink fabric away and tossed it to one side, baring her pussy for her man. Then she reached for the waistband of his trousers and began tugging it down.

  His cock, when it was finally revealed, was long and hard and capped with a broad, dusky head. It felt hot and heavy, the skin silky and heated in Nallah’s hand. Suddenly the way Reeve was kissing her neck and slowly rolling her nipples between his fingers was too much for her. She wanted him in her now.

  Reeve had been letting her do pretty much whatever she wanted to him as he healed her cheeks and kissed her neck. But when Nallah fit the broad head of his cock to her slippery pussy entrance, he stopped licking and sucking her neck and frowned at her.

  “Maybe you’d better stop that, sweetheart. Don’t want you to feel hurt or scared, okay?”

  “I’m not scared…much.” Na
llah spoke breathlessly as she pressed his thickness into her. He was so big but she wanted him inside her. Still though, as she felt him breach her entrance, she couldn’t help flashing on the last time Harryx had punished her. The bad memory seemed to make her tighten up and she pulled back abruptly, panting hard.

  “Baby? You okay?” Reeve sounded concerned.

  “I…I’m sorry.” Nallah shook her head. “I want to…to do that with you, Reeve. But I just…I keep thinking…feeling…”

  A look she couldn’t define passed over his face. It seemed like anger and sadness and understanding all mixed together.

  “That’s completely understandable, sweetheart. It’s all right. I told you, we don’t have to do that tonight—or ever if you don’t feel like you can.”

  Nallah felt like crying.

  “But I want to,” she insisted brokenly. “It’s just, when I think about how things were with…with Harryx I kind of…tighten up inside.” She rubbed at her eyes angrily. “I always tightened up with him too it was just…that he didn’t care. He just…did what he wanted to do anyway.”

  Reeve looked angry but she knew the emotion wasn’t directed at her.

  “That son of a bitch, I wish I could kill him again,” he growled. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that, Nallah.”

  “It’s all right,” she whispered. “It’s just…the way things are on my home world.”

  “Your home world is fucked up, baby.” He still sounded half angry-half sorry. Sighing, he pulled her close to his chest and stroked her trembling back and shoulders. “It’s all right,” he murmured. “Everything is all right.”

  “No, it’s not.” Nallah pulled back and swiped at the tears on her cheeks. “I don’t want to let him—the memory of him and the way he was—ruin this for me. I don’t want him to ruin us.”

  Reeve got a thoughtful expression on his face.

  “Well…I don’t know if it would work but I do have kind of an idea.”

  “What? Tell me,” Nallah said eagerly.

  “This healing compound I took,” Reeve said slowly, as though working it out as he spoke. “It’s supposed to heal physical trauma. But I wonder if…if it might help heal other kinds of trauma too. At the very least it might help you, uh, loosen up a little. Not so I can penetrate you,” he added quickly. “I told you, we don’t have to do that tonight. But I’d love to try and heal you there too, if I could, baby.”

  Nallah bit her lip. “You mean…lick me between my legs. Like you did back on Hascion Five?”

  His black eyes were half-lidded as he nodded.

  “Yeah, baby. That’s exactly what I mean.”

  “Oh…” Nallah shifted uncomfortably. A moment before she’d been feeling scared and tight and uncertain but now the idea of having the big Kindred’s tongue between her thighs made her feel tingly again. “Do…do you really want to? To heal me there, I mean?”

  “I want to lick you more than anything, baby—but not just because I want to heal you.” Reeve’s voice was a soft, hungry growl. “I love the way you taste—love the soft little sounds you make when I go down on you. I want to eat your pussy and feel you coming against my tongue. Will you let me?”

  “Oh…” Nallah breathed. When he talked that way to her—so directly about what he wanted to do to her—it made her feel so hot and wet she could barely stand it. “Yes,” she whispered, nodding. “Yes, Reeve. You can…can taste me again.”

  “Thank you, baby. And this time I promise not to penetrate you unless you want me too.”

  To Nallah’s surprise, he set her to one side for a moment and then scooted down until he was lying flat on the bed, with a single pillow under his head. Then he beckoned to her.

  “Come here, sweetheart.”

  “What?” Nallah frowned. “I don’t understand. How—?”

  Before she could finish the question, Reeve reached over and lifted her easily, as though she weighed no more than a doll. He brought her into position with a knee on either side of his head and her open pussy directly over his mouth.

  “Want you to ride my face, baby,” he muttered thickly. “Come down on me and feed me that sweet pussy.”

  “Oh, but Reeve…” Nallah didn’t know what to think. On Hascion Five, no woman would ever be like this, over a man. This position of power and control was foreign to her—it felt strange and a little frightening.

  Reeve seemed to understand how she was feeling.

  “Don’t be scared, baby,” he murmured, his big, warm hands stroking up and down her thighs and back. “Just come down and let me taste you—come down and ride my tongue.”

  His hot words and the lust she saw in his black eyes reassured Nallah that he really meant it—that this was really okay. Just because it was forbidden on her home world didn’t mean it was wrong, she reminded herself. And just because Harryx would have punished her for trying something like this didn’t meant that Reeve would. The big Kindred wanted her to feel free with him—free and unafraid to try new things.

  Well, this was certainly something new, all right.

  Deciding to trust him, Nallah gripped the headboard of the bed and leaned forward, lowering her open pussy to his waiting mouth below.

  “Mmmm…” A low groan of pure pleasure and desire met her ears as Reeve’s tongue met her pussy lips. He lapped upward, swiping from the bottom of her slit all the way up to the top of her pussy mound and then down again. “Deeper, baby,” he muttered hoarsely, taking Nallah’s hips in her hands. “Need to lick you deeper—really taste that sweet honey of yours.”

  Nallah found that she was moaning too as she felt his long, hot tongue sliding across her swollen folds, until she bucked against him, begging mutely for more.

  Happy to comply with her request, Reeve sucked the aching button of her clit between his lips and began torturing it sweetly with his tongue, circling it and lashing it until sparks of pleasure flew from Nallah’s inner core, making her feel like she was going to explode.

  “Oh…oh, Reeve,” she heard herself moaning. Without quite knowing how it had happened, she found that her fingers were tangled in his black hair and her hips were grinding against his face. He continued to lap her open pussy eagerly, as though he wanted to taste every bit of her and capture every drop of her juices.

  Close, she thought. Oh God, I’m getting so close…

  Just as she thought so, she felt Reeve shift positions, his thumb replacing his tongue on her clit. At first Nallah was worried that she’d been pressing too hard and might have hurt him but when he looked up at her, his black eyes were blazing with desire.

  “Want to put my tongue inside you baby, is that okay?” he asked, his deep voice hoarse with need. “Do you think it would bother you to feel my tongue slide into your sweet pussy?”

  Nallah bit her lip. “I don’t think so,” she whispered at last. “If…if you really want to do it.”

  “Want to try and heal you,” Reeve told her. “Help you loosen up some. But I’ll wait until after you come, all right?”

  “All right,” Nallah agreed but the last part of her words came out in a moan. Reeve had sucked her clit into his mouth again and was lashing it with the tip of his tongue. Suddenly she found herself tilting over the edge, the pleasure exploding inside her like a star going nova.

  “Oh…Oh, Reeve!” she cried, her fingers tightening in his hair. “Coming…you’re making me come so hard!”

  As she spoke, she felt something hot and wet lapping gently around her entrance and then Reeve’s tongue was sliding inside her.

  For a split second Nallah froze. She had so many bad memories of Harryx entering her roughly and hurting her as he shoved inside her. But Reeve’s tongue was gentle and it didn’t hurt a bit. And as he entered her, it was almost as though she could feel his love for her spreading from that one sweet spot where he had entered her and infusing the rest of her body with care and kindness and devotion.

  Healing me, she thought. He really is healing me! And then her inner
walls tightened around him and she felt herself coming again, her pleasure cresting for a second time as her nipples tightened into hard little points.

  Reeve seemed to understand what was happening because he kept licking deeper into her, penetrating her gently but firmly with his tongue as he sucked and swallowed her juices. It felt as though he couldn’t get enough of her but finally, when Nallah moved away, he let her hips go and looked up into her face.

  “That was amazing, baby,” he said hoarsely. “Was it all right for you? Did it feel okay to have my tongue in you?”

  “More than okay,” Nallah admitted softly. “It…it made me want to try the other again. Can we, Reeve? Can we try to form the bond you talked about now?”

  He frowned. “I don’t know, baby. The Goddess knows I’d love to be inside you and bond you to me but I don’t want you to feel hurt or scared.”

  “I’m not hurt or scared any more,” Nallah said honestly. “Not even a little bit. Please, Reeve—I just want to try.”

  “Well…” He sat up in bed so that his back was to the headboard.

  Nallah moved to straddle him again, this time with her open pussy over his thick shaft.

  “Please?” she begged softly.

  At last he nodded.

  “Okay, just try it, baby. I’ll lay back and let you take the lead. But if it feels bad or wrong, stop right away and pull off. All right?”

  “I will,” Nallah promised. But something told her she wasn’t going to have to back off this time. She felt healed—whether it was the compound that Reeve had taken, or some kind of Kindred magic, or maybe just his love for her, she didn’t know. But she finally felt ready to be penetrated. As long as she took the lead, as Reeve had said.

  Gripping his thick shaft in one hand, she positioned herself over him once more and let the broad head of his cock nudge gently into the mouth of her pussy.

  “Careful, baby.” Reeve’s deep voice was slightly strained. “Just take it slow and easy.”

  “I…I will,” Nallah whispered as she slid down a little further, feeling the entire thick head slip inside her. It felt good this time—not wrong or scary as it had before.