Unbound

by Evangeline Anderson

  Sparks of pure pleasure shot through her and Brynn arched her back with a cry, pressing her pussy up to his mouth to give him better access. Goddess above, his tongue felt amazing.

  “Varin,” she moaned, her fingers tightening in his hair. “That feels so good.”

  But as good as it felt, the pleasure he was giving her was doing nothing to ease the empty ache inside her. In fact, if anything, it was making things worse. Brynn was beginning to feel just as she had when X'izith had called her out of the Mother Ship—like she would go crazy if she wasn’t filled. If she wasn’t bred.

  “Varin?” she said, tugging at his hair. “Varin, I need to talk to you.”

  He looked up, his bronze eyes sleepy with lust. His mouth and chin were shiny with her juices.

  “What is it, Princess?” he growled hoarsely.

  “I need more,” Brynn told him desperately. “I need…I need to be filled.”

  He frowned. “But I thought you never wanted to be penetrated again. Not after your deflowering.”

  “I don’t want it,” Brynn admitted. “But I…I think I need it.”

  “All right.” He frowned thoughtfully. “But we’ll take it slowly. Let’s start with something that isn’t too big or scary.”

  Brynn was going to ask him what he meant but he put his head down again, gripped her thighs, and thrust his tongue deeply into the entrance of her pussy.

  She moaned and arched her back. Having anything at all inside her felt good—felt right in a way she never would have believed. But as Varin fucked her with deep, long strokes of his tongue, she still felt something was missing.

  “Varin…” she gasped, wiggling her hips restlessly. “Please…”

  “Yes, Princess?” he asked, looking up again. “Not enough?” He licked his lips. “Gods, your pussy is delicious. Knew it would be.”

  “Not enough,” Brynn echoed. “I’m sorry Varin, I just…need more.”

  “Let’s give you more, then.” Slowly, he slipped two long, strong fingers into her pussy and began to fuck slowly into her with them.

  “Ahhh!” Brynn gasped. His fingers were deliciously long and thick and she found, to her delight, that it didn’t hurt when they slid inside her. Her maiden barrier was gone—there was nothing to keep him from plunging into her, all the way to the end of her channel.

  As he pumped into her with his fingers, Varin went back to tasting her pussy. He lapped from top to bottom, paying special attention to her throbbing clit. His mouth and fingers were better than any tickle-teaser and Brynn felt her body climbing to that elusive peak she always had such a hard time reaching on her own.

  “Varin,” she moaned, tugging at his hair. “Oh Goddess above—I think I’m going to come! You’re making me come!”

  Her words seemed to spur him on because he licked her faster than before and the big, thick fingers pumped in and out of her until Brynn thought she would die from the intense jolts of pleasure he was sending through her entire body.

  Suddenly she felt herself tilting over the edge, an intense orgasm washing through her—so intense she could barely breathe. She cried out and pressed her thighs to the sides of Varin’s head, bucking her hips wildly as she gave herself up to the pleasure he was giving her.

  But even as the orgasm rolled over her, she felt a part of herself holding back—felt the empty ache inside her grow even worse.

  A deep breeding, hissed the memory in her head. Only a deep breeding will ease the ache inside you.

  A deep breeding. And Varin couldn’t breed her with his fingers or his tongue. As good as they felt inside her, Brynn needed something more.

  She needed his shaft. She needed to be stretched…filled…opened and seeded.

  “Varin?” she whispered when he finished and looked up at her, his eyes blazing with lust and his mouth shiny from lapping her pussy to orgasm.

  “Yes, little one?” His voice was a deep, hungry growl. “You need more?”

  “I need…I need…”

  But Brynn found she couldn’t say what she needed out loud. Instead, she turned over and positioned herself on her hands and knees, her legs spread wide. Biting her lip, she turned her head to look behind her.

  Varin was still kneeling behind her but he stood slowly and looked at her with a frown.

  “Princess? What are you asking for?”

  Goddess above, was he really going to make her say it? But Brynn supposed she could understand why. After all, she’d told him many times she never wanted to be penetrated again after her deflowering. And she still didn’t—the idea was frightening and it filled her with uncertainty. But she needed it—needed it so badly she ached inside.

  “Please, Varin,” she heard herself begging. “Please, I need you inside me. Not just your fingers or your tongue—you. Your…your shaft.”

  “I thought you were afraid—that you didn’t want anything in you ever again after—”

  “I am afraid,” she interrupted. “But, Varin…I ache inside. I feel like I’m going to go crazy if you don’t fill me.”

  He frowned. “If you’re sure…”

  “More than sure. Please, Varin!”

  He nodded decisively. “All right. But we’re going to take it slow. I’m only putting the head in you at first—just like we did when you only wanted my seed in you.”

  Brynn was fairly certain that nothing but having his entire thick cock stretching her pussy with the broad head of his shaft kissing the mouth of her womb would satisfy the restless hunger inside her but she understood his desire not to hurt her.

  “All right,” she said breathlessly. “But just…please hurry.”

  “You need it bad, don’t you little one?” He stood behind her and stroked her trembling back and hips with large, warm, soothing hands. “It’s all right, I’ll give you everything you need—I promise. Just don’t want to hurt you in the process.”

  As he spoke, Brynn felt the blunt head of his cock pressing the entrance of her pussy. With a little moan of pure need, she tilted her hips and arched her back, opening herself even more for him—giving him greater access to her unprotected sex.

  She felt just the head of his cock enter her but the ache inside her was so great she couldn’t help herself. Pushing back, she attempted to get more of him inside her. But just as another thick inch breached her pussy, she felt Varin’s big hands clamp tight around her waist, keeping her from getting any more.

  “Hold on, Princess,” he growled. “Take it easy…take it slow.”

  “Don’t want to take it easy and slow,” Brynn moaned. “Please, Varin, I need you!”

  “All right, little one. It’s all right. Just be still and I’ll give you what you need. Just don’t want to hurt your soft little pussy—you’re so tight and I’m on the large side.”

  “Please!” Brynn moaned. Having him only a little way in her was driving her crazy! The burning, aching need inside her was crying out for more…more. She thought she would lose her mind if she didn’t get his long, thick shaft all the way inside her soon.

  But there was no rushing the big Kindred. Keeping a firm grip on her hips, he slid slowly and deliberately inside her.

  Brynn bit her lip as she felt her inner walls stretching to accommodate his girth. Goddess above, he really was huge, especially compared to her own petite size. And yet, though the stretching was so intense as to be almost painful, she didn’t want him to stop.

  At last, to her relief, she felt him bottom out inside her, the wide head of his cock pressing firmly against the mouth of her womb.

  “Mmmm,” Brynn moaned, wiggling her hips as much as he would allow, enjoying the sensation of being so completely filled. Why had she been afraid of this? she wondered dimly. It felt amazing.

  “Take it easy, little one,” she heard Varin murmur hoarsely. “It’s hard enough to hold still inside your tight little pussy without you wiggling like a little fish all over the place.”

  “But I don’t want you to hold still,” Brynn nearly cried.
“Please, Varin—I need you to breed me!”

  “Breed you?” He frowned. “That’s a pretty harsh term for making love, Brynn.”

  “Because I don’t need you to make love to me right now.” Inside her head the memory of the Sovereign’s voice was hissing that she would never be free until she gave in to her needs—the needs of the Blood Honey. She looked back at Varin appealingly. “I need you to breed me. I need you to ram yourself inside me and take me hard until you fill me with your cream—with your seed.”

  “What?” He shook his head, frowning. “No. No, Brynn, I won’t hurt you—won’t use you like that.”

  “If you don’t do it, I’ll die.” As the words left her lips, Brynn knew they were true. “The…the Sovereign told me,” she said, trying to stop her voice from shaking. “He told me only a deep breeding would stop the ache. Please, Varin—I’m burning up inside! I need you so badly.”

  He looked at her for a moment, heat and uncertainty mixed in his bronze gaze.

  “You’re serious about this, aren’t you?”

  “I’ve never been more serious about anything,” Brynn whispered. “Please, Varin—if you love me then you’ve got to breed me. Hard.”

  Varin seemed to make up his mind.

  “All right, little one,” he growled. “Then put your head down and your ass up and spread those pretty thighs of yours even wider. I’m going to give you what you need until you tell me to stop.”

  “I won’t ask you to stop until you fill me with your cream,” Brynn promised in a breathless whisper. Then she lowered the top half of her body so that her forearms were on the mattress and her head was touching one of the pillows. The position spread her pussy even wider, giving Varin more room to move—more room to thrust. Brynn just prayed he would hurry and that he wouldn’t hold back—she desperately needed to feel his thick shaft ramming into her.

  The only warning she got was another momentary tightening of his fingers around her hips. Then with a low groan, he pulled almost all the way out of her and slammed back in again, filling her completely. Then he did it again…and again and again.

  Brynn cried out with each stroke, moaning with pure pleasure—pure need—as she spread herself wide to accept his deep, brutal thrusts. She was gripping the bedspread, squeezing it tight with trembling fingers as she opened herself to Varin completely, giving herself up to what he was giving her—finally getting what she needed.

  “Varin,” she heard herself moaning. “Oh, Goddess, yes! Harder, I need it harder!”

  “Don’t…want…to hurt…you,” he growled, still pounding into her from behind.

  “You’re not…or you are but I want you to. I need you to! Please, Varin—I’m so close!”

  The hard, brutal thrusts deep in her tender pussy were pushing her to the edge faster than she would have believed possible. She, who had always had trouble reaching the peak without difficulty, was almost at the summit again. And yet, as close as she came, she couldn’t quite make it over the edge. Her pussy ached and throbbed, stretched wide to accommodate Varin’s long, thick cock and her clit seemed to be pulsing like a second heartbeat between her legs but still she couldn’t…quite…get…there.

  Suddenly, she knew what she needed.

  “Varin!” she cried, turning her head over her shoulder to look at him. “Varin, please—come in me. Fill me with your cream—with your seed. I need it in me!”

  “Gods, little one—was trying to wait for you to come first,” he growled hoarsely.

  “I can’t until you do.” Brynn wasn’t sure why this was true but she knew it was somehow. “Please, Varin, I need you deep inside me, shooting your hot come in my pussy.”

  Her only answer was a low growl and then Varin pulled her back onto his cock and pressed hard inside her, filling her completely. Brynn felt the broad head of his cock give the mouth of her womb a deep, battering kiss. And then something hot and wet spurted deep inside her, bathing her insides, flooding her with his seed.

  Brynn felt something inside her body open like a flower unfolding, and at last her long-delayed orgasm crashed over her like a drenching, drowning wave.

  “Oh…oh!” she cried, her voice breaking with pleasure and emotion and need. She felt a sensation like sucking deep inside her—it was almost as though her inner pussy was milking Varin’s thick shaft, drinking all the cream he made for her and sucking hungrily for more.

  Yes, she thought deliriously. Yes, this is what I need—what I want. This forever—Varin with me, in me, forever.

  She never wanted it to end but the sensation was so intense she began to feel lightheaded and then bright lights began to flash in front of her eyes. Her heart was pounding so hard and fast it seemed like she couldn’t get a good breath. Goddess, what was wrong with her? She felt dizzy, almost as though she might float away. Only Varin’s thick cock inside her, still spurting his hot cream, anchored her to reality. But soon, Brynn felt herself losing touch even with that. She struggled to stay awake, to stay upright, but it was a losing battle.

  With a soft moan, she collapsed on her side just as Varin finished and pulled out of her.

  * * * * *

  Varin felt his heart stutter in his chest when she slipped to the side and collapsed. Gods, what had he done?

  Quickly, he gathered her into his arms, peering into her sweet face anxiously.

  “Brynn?” he murmured, stroking her cheek. “Little one, please—please be all right!”

  All the while he held her and called to her, his thoughts ran in an endless, guilty loop.

  Goddess, why did I do it? I shouldn’t have taken her so hard…should have said no. Should have stopped myself…

  “You only gave me what I asked for…what I needed,” whispered a soft, familiar voice. But Varin wasn’t hearing it with his ears—it was coming from inside his head.

  “Brynn?” he asked doubtfully, still holding her close.

  Her long lashes fluttered and she looked up at him, her big gray eyes serene.

  “I love you so much,” she said but her lips never moved. “That was amazing, Varin—incredible.”

  “What’s incredible is how you seem to be talking inside my head,” he said aloud. “I mean, you are talking to me—aren’t you? I’m hearing your voice, just not with my ears. Am I going crazy?”

  “You’re not crazy,” Brynn assured him. “I think we just bonded.”

  “What? But I was already bonded to you,” Varin protested.

  “Yes, but now I’m bonded to you, too. Sophia and Olivia explained it to me—they said you have to make love—have bonding sex—in order to form a real, permanent attachment with a Kindred. And after that, you can speak mind-to-mind.”

  “Bonding sex?” Varin sent, trying out the new bond that seemed to exist between them. “Listen—I can do it too!”

  Brynn smiled. “Of course you can—we’re bonded now.”

  “But what about the bond I had to you before?”

  “The blood-bond?” Brynn sounded thoughtful. “I think that was just a preliminary bond—in fact, Olivia and Sophia told me something else—they said that with each Kindred bonding sex is different. I wonder if the exchange of blood we did when you healed me and saved me with your blood was the first part of that?”

  “I wish I could remember more about my people,” Varin sent. “But that feels right. And now that I think about it, I seem to remember my parents being able to communicate without talking. But I was so young when they were killed it’s hard to be sure.”

  “I’m so sorry about that.” Brynn’s mental voice was soft and regretful. “The slavers killed them so they could take you and sell you to someone like my father. In a way I can’t help feeling like they died because of me.”

  “Don’t feel that way!” Varin exclaimed. “You’ve brought nothing but love to my life, Brynn. My parents were taken because they were living alone in a defenseless place. That’s one thing I do remember—my mother being worried about security. We kept moving from place to
place but eventually the slavers found us.”

  “Well there’s no need for you and I to move anywhere,” Brynn sent. “Here on the Mother Ship we have as much security as we could possibly want. We can be together and raise a family without worrying that what happened to your parents will happen to us. We can be safe and love each other forever.”

  “I love the idea of being with you forever, Princess.” Varin spoke out loud this time and he found his voice was hoarse with emotion. “So many times I nearly lost you. To know that I finally have you, safe and secure, bonded to me forever is the answer to my heart’s deepest wish.”

  “Oh, Varin…” Brynn’s voice was unsteady too and there were tears in her lovely gray eyes. “I love you so much…so much,” she whispered.

  Varin held her to him and buried his face in her long, black hair, breathing her in.

  “My Princess,” he murmured. “My Mistress…my little one. I love you too. And I’ll never let you go.”

  Chapter Thirty-eight

  “So you finally bonded? I knew you would! I knew having bonding sex would help.” Olivia grinned triumphantly.

  “Well, actually, Varin had already gotten his memory back before they had bonding sex,” Sophia reminded her. “After he drank Brynn’s blood again and gave her some of his—remember?”

  “The blood exchange might have renewed their bond but the sex sealed it,” Olivia said decisively. “It might not be true anywhere else in the universe but with the Kindred, there really is such a thing as sexual healing.”

  “I’m just so happy now.” Brynn smiled at both of them. “And I feel so blessed by the Goddess. You know, we always prayed to a Goddess on Galen Prime but she seemed so far away—a faceless deity I never really knew. But here, on the Mother Ship she seems so real.”

  “The Goddess is absolutely real,” a new voice said from the doorway to Olivia’s suite.

  Brynn looked up to see a full-figured woman with long auburn hair and a big smile on her face.

  “Oh Kat, you’re early!” Olivia exclaimed.

  “Am I?” Kat pouted a little. “That’s too bad, doll. I was really hoping I would be just a little later than Lauren. Is she still bringing cupcakes?”