Accidental Acquisition

by Evangeline Anderson

  “I…I don’t…” Jillian shook her head, not sure what to say. On one hand, she was in a lot of pain and she didn’t want to have to live with the agonizing rash or turn her skin purple with the only salve that could heal it. But on the other hand…

  On the other hand you have to let a man you barely know lick you all over your naked body, whispered a helpful little voice in her head. Talk about tough choices…

  But there was no choice—not really, Jillian acknowledged to herself. Kalis had proven he was able to heal her. He had already healed her hands and he was willing to heal the rest of her too—she just had to trust him and get over her uncertainty enough to let him do it.

  Kalis didn’t rush her while she went over the pros and cons of the situation in her mind. He simply sat back on the loveseat, waiting patiently for her to come to the obvious conclusion.

  “Okay,” Jillian said, at last. “I appreciate you being willing to, er, heal me, but I’m still a little nervous about having you, uh…”

  “Lick you all over your body?” Kalis rumbled, raising an eyebrow at her. “If I can make a suggestion, Mistress—why don’t I start at your collarbones and neck—that’s a fairly non-sexual area. Maybe it would help if we eased into this.”

  Jillian felt a tiny rush of relief. She’d thought he might want to lick her breasts or inner thighs right away—both areas had been affected—but she simply wasn’t ready for that. She was touched that the big Kindred understood her reluctance and was willing to take things slowly.

  “Thank you,” she said, nodding. “That…that sounds like a good idea.”

  “Very well then, little Mistress. Come here.” Kalis sat up and spread his legs, indicating that she should come and stand between them.

  Jillian did as he had indicated, opening the silk robe enough for him to get to her upper chest. Kalis was so tall that even with him sitting down, they were nearly eye-to-eye, which meant his head was on the right level to reach her.

  “Let’s see now…” Kalis rumbled thoughtfully, surveying the area. “Looks to me like the problem starts around your collar bones, though I do see a few red patches on your neck. So let’s start there—all right?”

  “Um…all right.” Jillian nodded and lifted her chin, baring her neck for him. She felt stiff and wooden in his arms, nervous about putting herself into such a vulnerable position.

  What if that thing inside him decides now is a good time to come out? whispered an unhelpful little voice in her head. Look how you’re positioned, Jillian. You’re practically asking him to rip your throat out!

  The thought sent a shiver down her spine and it was all she could do not to yank away when Kalis touched her shoulders lightly, to bring her into position.

  But instead of licking her, he pulled back, frowning.

  “I can smell your fear, Jillian,” he rumbled. “What’s wrong? Are you afraid I’ll hurt you?”

  “No, no—not at all,” she denied hastily. “I’m just a little nervous, that’s all.”

  “You’re more than nervous—you’re scared to fucking death.” Kalis frowned and drew back, looking intently into her face. “What is it? Just tell me and maybe I can allay your fears.”

  I, uh…I was afraid you’d change again,” she blurted at last, when it became clear he wasn’t going to proceed until she answered his question. “Into…into your other form.”

  “You don’t need to fear that,” Kalis said gently. He cupped her cheek, turning her eyes to meet his. “I can control my other form, Jillian,” he told her. “My Ursus doesn’t come out unless I say so, and I only bring him out when there’s no other way.”

  “Really? Never?” she asked anxiously.

  Kalis shook his head.

  “Never,” he said firmly. “The other day at the market, I was facing two large adversaries and I had only one hand. I had to bring him out—had to change into my Ursus. There was no other way to win the fight and save both you and myself. I’m sorry if I scared you—that was never my intention.”

  “It was just…I know now that he was going after the, uh, Trollox that was holding me, but at the time, I thought he was going to kill me,” Jillian said. “I swear, I saw my life flash before my eyes and I was thinking, ‘this is how I die.’”

  “Gods, little Mistress—I’m so sorry you thought that.” Kalis looked horrified. He met her eyes firmly. “Let me make this promise to you—my Ursus would never, ever harm even a hair on your head. He’s part of me, which means he feels the same emotions I do for you.”

  “Um, okay.” Jillian nodded, biting her lip. She didn’t want to ask what emotions the big Kindred felt for her—that question might lead them down the wrong path. She vaguely remembered the Grizzly thing roaring something that sounded like, Mine! Had it been claiming her? Staking a claim as it fought the three-headed Trollox that had been holding her?

  Jillian didn’t know, and she didn’t want to know. She just wanted to put that awful memory out of her mind and forget about it forever.

  “Okay,” she said to Kalis. “As long as you promise me he’s not coming out around me, I’ll believe you. You didn’t let him out tonight when the Nebrian ambassador grabbed me, so I guess you can be trusted to keep him inside.”

  “He only comes out in times of great need,” Kalis said patiently. “I needed him many times during my Blood Circuit years. But I have no need of him here on the Mother Ship.”

  “All right. Thank you.” Jillian gave a shaky laugh. “Sorry, it’s just—he’s freaking terrifying, you know?”

  “Only when he’s angry and protecting someone important to him—to both of us,” Kalis assured her. “But my Ursus has a quiet side too—a loving and gentle side. He isn’t just a huge, raging monster I keep inside me.”

  “I’ll take your word for that,” Jillian said dryly. But she definitely felt better now that he’d promised not to let the huge bear-thing out around her again.

  Kalis seemed to sense that her fear and reluctance was melting away because he took her by the hips and drew her gently forward.

  “Are you ready to let me heal you now, Jillian?” he murmured.

  She nodded and found that her heart was suddenly thudding against her ribs.

  “I guess so,” she said, wishing the words wouldn’t come out sounding so breathless.

  “Good.” Kalis’s voice was a soft growl. “Because I can’t fucking wait to taste you.”

  Then he drew her forward and began to lap gently at the side of her throat.

  Jillian’s neck had always been an incredibly sensitive part of her—a hidden erogenous zone that had been neglected by almost every man she’d ever been with. But Kalis seemed to know how sensitive she was here—and how much his mouth on her affected her. He dragged his tongue in long, slow licks from her shoulder all the way to just under her ear, taking his time as though he enjoyed the flavor of her skin.

  Jillian shivered helplessly, unable to help the waves of pleasure that coursed through her at this gentle treatment. His tongue was warm and wet and his breath smelled faintly of cinnamon. He seemed to be lighting up her nerve endings, sending electrical flashes of pleasure through her entire body with his slow, gentle licking.

  Jillian bit her lip. God, why did it feel so good just to let him lick her neck? This really shouldn’t be turning her on—it was just about healing, after all. Not about…anything else.

  But she couldn’t seem to stop her nipples from getting tight and achy or keep her pussy from getting wet. She pressed her thighs together desperately, trying not to feel what she was feeling…

  And then Kalis was murmuring that her neck was healed and he was going to move lower.

  Jillian didn’t protest as he opened her robe a little more and began licking along her collarbones and upper chest. Her red skin, which felt painfully tight, turned pale and supple again, and she was able to breathe a sigh of relief as the sunburn-like feeling in that area eased.

  But then it was time for her breasts.

 
; Jillian bit her lips as Kalis tugged on her silk robe again and looked at her meaningfully.

  “Open for me, Mistress,” he growled softly. “Open your robe and let me heal you.”

  Heart pounding, Jillian did as he commanded, letting the robe fall from her shoulders to her waist, baring her breasts completely.

  Kalis looked at her for a long moment.

  “So fucking beautiful,” she heard him murmur and then he was tasting the tops of her breasts, bathing them gently with his tongue as he erased the redness and left pale, healthy skin behind.

  It didn’t take long for him to work his way down. Soon he was lapping carefully around her heavy globes, though Jillian noticed that he was avoiding her areolas and nipples. He handled her full curves gently—almost reverently—touching her as though she were precious and breakable.

  At last, when every other part of her breasts was healed, he looked up at her with a question in his eyes.

  “Mistress?” he murmured, raising his eyebrows and nodding to her reddened peaks.

  “Yes,” Jillian breathed, nodding back. “Yes, go…go ahead.”

  “Thank you, Mistress,” he growled softly, and sucked her right nipple into his warm, wet mouth.

  Jillian moaned breathlessly as she felt him circle her tender peak with his tongue. Again, he was gentle and slow, just as he had been while he was massaging her, and she felt her body responding to him exactly as it had the day before.

  “God, I love the way you touch my breasts!” she blurted, before she could stop herself.

  “Hmm?” Kalis hummed inquisitively, turning his eyes up to hers, though he never stopped circling her peak with his tongue.

  “I mean, most guys are so rough,” Jillian went on, trying to explain. “But you’re gentle…you take things slowly. It’s just…my breasts are really sensitive. So I don’t like to be pinched and pulled all around. That’s all,” she ended rather lamely.

  At last, Kalis let her nipple slip from between his lips.

  “I’m very glad I can bring you pleasure while I heal you, little Mistress,” he growled softly. “I can tell how sensitive your sweet peaks are, which is why I would never treat them roughly.” He ran the tip of his tongue gently around her tingling right nipple. “Shall we test and make certain you’re fully healed?”

  “How…how would you do that?” Jillian whispered, her breath catching in her throat.

  “By sucking just a little harder—taking your nipple and breast deep into my mouth, and seeing if I can give you even more pleasure. Just to be certain the nerve endings weren’t affected adversely by the venom,” he added.

  “Oh, well…yes, I guess.” Jillian nodded. “I mean, it’s important to be thorough—right?”

  “Exactly,” Kalis growled, his silver-green eyes half-lidded with lust. “Extremely important, little Mistress.”

  “Then go ahead.” Jillian arched her back, pressing her breasts into his face. “Do it, Kalis. Make…make sure I’m healed.”

  “As my Mistress wishes,” he murmured. And then he was sucking her right nipple deeply into his mouth, taking as much of her breast as he could at one time.

  Jillian moaned and found that her fingers had somehow slipped into his thick hair. When he sucked her nipple deep and hard, she was ready to let him because he’d built her pleasure gradually. The intense suction sent sparks of pleasure straight to her pussy, which was getting so wet and hot Jillian had to press her legs together tightly. She hoped her juices weren’t leaking out to coat her inner thighs—that would be so embarrassing when he finally got around to healing that part of her!

  But at the moment, Kalis seemed wholly focused on her breasts. Again, just as she had during the massage, Jillian found herself thinking he wasn’t like other men she’d been with in the past. Rather than rushing to get to the “best part”—aka penetrative sex—he seemed willing to spend hours just building her pleasure as he licked and sucked her nipples until she moaned helplessly.

  But at last, he let her left nipple slip from between his lips and looked up at her.

  “Mistress,” he growled hoarsely. “I think it’s time I moved lower and healed the rest of you.”

  “Um…all right.” Jillian nodded. “Can you, uh, reach me all right?” she asked. Because of his great height, the big Kindred was going to have to crouch pretty low if he was going to heal her belly and thighs.

  “I can if I do this.” He slid off the couch onto his knees before her and looked up. “All right with you, little Mistress?”

  “Sure.” Jillian nodded. “I guess so.”

  “Good.” His eyes gleamed in the golden glow of the firelight. “Because I can’t fucking wait to taste the rest of you.”

  “But…” Jillian started to protest that he was only supposed to be healing her. The words died on her lips, however, as his warm, wet tongue began to caress the skin under her breasts.

  Slowly, methodically, Kalis healed every inch of her, moving down and down and down as each new patch of skin showed pale and new. Until at last, the only thing left to heal was the top of her pussy mound…and her inner thighs.

  “Mistress,” he growled, looking up. “I need to reposition you to finish this healing. How do you feel about lying down on the couch for me?”

  Jillian caught her lower lip between her teeth. Part of her was reluctant to do this—to make herself so completely vulnerable. But the other part was begging for it—begging her to let him in and let him lap all her most sensitive areas with that warm, wet tongue of his.

  “I…I guess so,” she said at last. “But just to heal me, all right?”

  “Of course, little Mistress,” he agreed, his eyes heavy-lidded as he looked up at her. “Just lay back on the couch and get comfortable so I can heal you.”

  Heart thumping, Jillian sat down on the couch but Kalis shook his head.

  “Can’t reach you like that. Need you to lay down for me,” he directed her.

  “Oh, um…okay,” Jillian agreed rather breathlessly. She lay back against the puffy, overstuffed couch cushions and only jumped a little when Kalis leaned over her and began lapping the top of her pussy mound.

  She was glad, once again, that the area was neatly trimmed and mostly shaved, so that he could reach her easily. But she couldn’t help catching her breath when she felt the tip of his tongue tracing lightly over her slit, which was still tightly closed, due to the fact that her thighs were pressed together. Nevertheless, Kalis kept tracing her slit, over and over, with the tip of his tongue until at last he looked up at her.

  “Mistress,” he murmured. “Gonna need you to spread your thighs for me, now.”

  “Really?” Jillian squeaked, wishing her voice wouldn’t go so high and wavery.

  Kalis nodded.

  “I know the spines got you down here—I can see the redness. But I can’t reach you to heal you unless you open up for me,” he said patiently.

  “Well…okay.” Jillian nodded. He’s just going to heal me, she told herself over and over. That’s it and that’s all. There’s no need to get all excited or nervous about it.

  But to be honest, she was both as she finally parted her thighs and let the big Kindred between them.

  Just as she had feared, her inner thighs were coated with her juices. They were shiny in the flickering firelight, making her want to close her legs again.

  But Kalis stopped her.

  “Don’t, Jillian,” he murmured, putting his hands on her knees to hold them open.

  “But…but I’m so wet,” she whispered, her throat tight with embarrassment.

  “You’re beautiful,” Kalis said gently. “And I can’t wait to taste you.”

  Keeping his eyes locked with hers, he bent his head and lapped a long line from her inner knee all the way up to her inner thigh. At that point, he closed his eyes for a moment, as though savoring her flavor.

  “Fucking delicious,” Jillian heard him growl. And then he was lapping her again, healing her and cleaning away her ju
ices at the same time, savoring her as though she was a rare delicacy he’d been longing to taste for years.

  She couldn’t help moaning as he finished her thighs and began bathing her outer pussy lips with long, gentle strokes of his tongue. God, his mouth on her felt so good, so right, and yet she needed more. Needed him to taste inside her—to lap her aching clit.

  But you don’t have any excuse for that, whispered a little voice in her head. It’s not like the spines poked you there.

  But excuse or not, she couldn’t help wanting it. She found herself arching her back and spreading her thighs wider, wishing she could ask for more, though she knew she shouldn’t…

  Again, Kalis seemed to know exactly what she wanted—what she needed. He looked up, his silver-green eyes dilated in the dim golden light and filled with desire for her.

  “Little Mistress,” he murmured. “Remember how I tested your nipples to be certain there was no permanent nerve damage from the venom?”

  “Y-yes?” Jillian panted.

  “Well…” He frowned thoughtfully. “I wonder if I shouldn’t do the same with your soft little pussy, just to be thorough.” He arched an eyebrow at her. “After all, I wouldn’t want to leave any part of you unhealed—especially such a sensitive part as that.”

  “So, you want to…to…”

  “To spread open your soft little pussy and taste your inner cunt,” Kalis growled, his eyes flashing. “Want to taste your juices right from the source, Mistress. Want to suck your sweet little clit into my mouth and tease you with my tongue. Just to be certain you’re healed, of course,” he added, flashing her a hungry grin. “And to be really sure, I’d need to make you come—come all over my face while I taste you.”

  Jillian felt her stomach flutter with need and desire at his hot words and the hungry way he was looking at her.

  Shouldn’t be doing this—you’re going too fast, just like you did with Brad, whispered a warning little voice in her head. But she pushed it aside. She wanted this too much—needed it too much to deny his request.