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“All…all right,” Emily whispered. “And you’ll stop if I say so?”

“I’ll stop if you say so,” he promised gravely. Ducking his head again, he spread her thighs even wider, opening her pussy so that her swollen folds blossomed for him, almost like a flower.

Emily bit her lip, embarrassed at being so open and scared to death at how vulnerable this position made her feel. She wondered what the big Kindred was waiting for—he was just sitting there, his broad shoulders spreading her legs wide and gazing down at her pussy. There was a look almost of reverence on his face as he took her in.

“Beautiful,” she heard him mutter under his breath. “So fucking beautiful…”

She opened her mouth to ask him if he was going to kiss her or not—the suspense was killing her—but just then he ducked his head again. Gently, he pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to her swollen pussy.

Emily clenched her hands into fists, waiting for the wrong feeling to envelop her, waiting for the guilt and grief and terror to overtake her…but they didn’t come. In fact, she felt nothing but pleasure as his hot mouth pressed to her most sensitive, secret area.

As before, Tragar let the kiss linger. She felt the press of his warm tongue against her swollen clit but he didn’t try to lick or taste her—he just held still, his mouth barely moving, kissing her pussy as tenderly as he had kissed her mouth earlier.

Emily felt some emotion welling up inside her but she didn’t know what it was. Maybe relief? Or maybe something else…the need for more.

“God,” she whispered in a low, shaky voice. “That feels…”

Tragar pulled reluctantly away, licking his lips. “How does it feel my
Khalla?”
he growled softly. “Gods, but your pussy is so sweet and ripe.”

“It feels good,” Emily said slowly. “It feels…
right.”

“Because I am giving you what your body needs.” He rubbed her inner thigh again with his scratchy cheek, making her shiver. “But you need even more, my
Khalla.
You need to let me spread you completely open and taste and lick your pussy. You need to come on my tongue in order to give up your honey.”

Emily felt a rush of desire burn through her at his hot words. The big Kindred’s golden eyes were half-lidded with lust and she knew he wasn’t just giving her what she needed. He really did like her taste—he wanted more too.

“Then…” She cleared her throat a little self consciously. “Then you can…can kiss me again, I guess.”

He raised an eyebrow at her.

“Deeper this time?”

“Yes, if…if you want.”

“I want to press my tongue inside your pussy and give you the Deep Healing Kiss,” he growled softly. “But not until I bathe your sweet little clit and make you come.”

“You…you do?” Emily couldn’t help how breathless her voice sounded. She was getting warm now—getting hot. Now that she knew she wasn’t going to be swamped by a rush of negative emotions she wanted to feel his mouth on her again.

Tragar nodded. “Gods, yes. If I can help you come, it should make your honey start to flow.” His voice dropped to a low growl. “And I want so badly to taste your honey, my
Khalla.
To taste it right from the source and feel it flow over my tongue as your inner walls clench around me.”

“Then do it,” Emily whispered. “Kiss me.”

“With pleasure.” He lowered his mouth to her pussy and started kissing her again—only this time it was more like licking and tasting.

Emily moaned breathlessly as he ran his tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top, stopping along the way to circle the aching button of her clit, bathing it with the tip of his tongue just as he had promised he would. Her fears had completely melted away by now, replaced by pleasure. Oh God, the feeling of his intimate kisses on her secret flesh was
just
what she needed. She could feel her body opening for him, her pussy blossoming as she pressed eagerly against his mouth, searching for more of what only he could give her.

Tragar licked and kissed her deeper, tracing her swollen folds with his tongue, flicking her aching clit mercilessly until she threw back her head and moaned. Somehow her fingers found their way into his long, black hair and Emily found she was pulling him forward as she pressed her hips up to meet his mouth, rubbing shamelessly against his invading tongue.

Tragar took her invitation eagerly. Sliding his big hands under her ass, he pulled her closer, lapping her open folds and sucking her swollen clit into his mouth while Emily moaned and pulled his hair.

“Tragar,” she heard herself begging, completely unable to stop herself. “Oh God, please…I’m so close…
please!”

He looked up for a moment, his golden eyes burning with lust.

“Gods, Emily, that’s right,” he growled hoarsely. “Ride my tongue—rub your pussy hard against my face. Pull my hair and come for me…come until you give up all your sweet honey.”

Then he ducked his head and redoubled his efforts, licking her swollen folds until she cried out and bucked up to meet his mouth, her thighs clenching around the side of his face as her hands fisted in his long, black hair.

Emily could scarcely believe what she was doing. Could this be timid little kindergarten teacher Emily who never wanted to get within fifty feet of a man, lying here on the edge of the bed with her thighs spread wide by the big Kindred’s broad shoulders? Was she really allowing him to open her pussy with his tongue and lick and suck and kiss her until she moaned and cried and begged for more? It seemed impossible and yet it was happening—she was losing control, giving it up completely for the man between her legs and she never wanted it to end.

The pleasure kept building and building as he bathed her clit with his hot tongue until suddenly all the tension she’d felt seemed to burst inside her. It was as though she’d had a spring somewhere deep in her midsection and his relentless attention had finally caused it to snap.

“Tragar…
oh! OH!”
Emily had never felt so out of control. Crying and gasping she pressed herself up to meet him as the orgasm overtook her. It was deeper than the ones she’d had when he pinched and sucked her nipples—deeper and more complex in a way that made her feel like she was melting from the waist downward. She was bucking so wildly that the big Kindred had to brace both hands on her abdomen and lace his fingers together to hold her in place but through it all, he never stopped licking. He guided her through her orgasm, lapping and sucking and circling her clit until finally Emily felt something else happen.

For a moment she didn’t know what it was. It felt, in a way, as though someone had opened a gate inside her—a gate that had always been shut and locked for as long as she could remember. Her pussy began to feel full and warm and then hot, almost as though she had a fever between her legs. What was happening? Gasping and panting, she propped herself up on her elbows and spread her thighs, which had been clenched tight against the sides of Tragar’s head, to see.

“What…how…?” She couldn’t finish the question. She looked between her legs and her eyes widened. Something warm and wet was coming from between her thighs—an amber liquid that looked much like the nectar Tragar had pulled from her breasts only thicker and shinier. It really did have the consistency of honey but it felt hot.

“Oh my God…” Emily stared at herself uncertainly. “What
is
that?”

“Your honey, my
Khalla.”
Tragar was staring at her hungrily. “Your honey is finally beginning to flow. Gods, how I want to taste it!”

Lowering his head again, he pressed his tongue to the entrance of her pussy eagerly. Emily threw back her head and moaned as she felt him slip his tongue inside her, pressing deeper and deeper to taste her and the honey he had finally helped to flow.

At the same time she felt the tension in her breasts easing as well. Looking down, she saw that the sticky, clear amber nectar was leaking from her nipples, flowing down her breasts in two steady streams. God, she was like some kind of fertility goddess, overflowing all over the place! She was going to make a mess on the bed…all over her clothes…

But she couldn’t worry about it for long. The feeling of the big Kindred thrusting his tongue deep in her pussy caused another, even deeper orgasm to overwhelm her. Emily wailed as intense sensations rushed over her like a tidal wave threatening to drag her out to sea and drown her with pleasure. Tragar’s hands came up and he cupped her breasts, squeezing gently to help her nectar flow above as her honey flowed below.

Her back arched as she gave herself up to it completely—gave in to the pleasure the big Kindred was giving her and the feeling of his hands and mouth on her body. Between her legs she felt him lapping, tasting her eagerly, taking all she had to give and it made her come even harder—so harder she actually saw flashes of light behind her eyes.

Fireworks,
she thought deliriously.
Oh my God, I’m coming so hard I’m seeing fireworks—I always thought that was just a stupid saying!
But there was no denying what she was seeing—or what she was feeling. Tragar was giving her exactly what she needed and her body was responding to him in a way she had never responded to anyone else. In a way she had never expected to be
able
to respond.

At last the flow from her breasts became a trickle and the hot, full feeling in her pussy subsided. The pleasure slipped away too, sliding away silently to leave her breathless and panting and completely and utterly exhausted.

Tragar seemed to sense that her orgasm was finally over, or maybe it was just that her honey had stopped flowing. For whatever reason, he raised his head at last and looked at her.

“Was it all right, my
Khalla?”
he asked, his deep voice hoarse with passion and his eyes half-lidded. “Did I serve you well?”

“
So
well,” Emily whispered. “So well that I…I…” Then her face crumpled and she burst into tears.

* * * * *

Tragar rose quickly from his place between her legs and gathered her into his arms.

“Are you well, my
Khalla?
You aren’t hurt, are you?” he asked anxiously.

“N-no.” Her voice was breathless with tears and she burrowed against his chest, pressing her hot cheek to his throat. “I just…it felt…”

“Yes?” he urged gently, stroking her trembling back. Gods, the poor little female felt like she was going to shake herself apart! Had the pleasure she felt been too intense for her to bear? He had heard that the first time a
Khalla’s
honey flowed it could be an emotional experience for her.

“It just felt…” Emily looked up at him at last, her pale blue eyes still bright with tears. “For the first time it felt
right.
And it felt good too—so good I guess I sort of…lost control.” She sniffed. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize for your pleasure,” Tragar told her, stroking a strand of hair out of her eyes. Gods, she was lovely! Both when she came and gave herself up to him completely, and when she was nestled here in his arms, looking up at him so trustingly. He felt his heart swell and he longed to hold her this way forever.

“I’m not—not apologizing for the pleasure, anyway. I just kind of…got a little wild.” She bit her lip. “I hope I didn’t pull your hair too hard.”

“I loved it,” Tragar told her honestly. “Loved the feeling of your hands on my head, guiding me forward and your lovely body tensing around me as you finally released your need and let your honey flow against my tongue.”

“That’s not the only thing that flowed.” She looked down at her breasts, grimacing a little. “I’m, uh sorry about your bed. I’m afraid I made a real mess.”

“This is a good thing,” Tragar told her gently, palming her warm, full breast and thumbing her nipple gently. Emily moaned softly and thrust her breast more fully into his hand. He pinched the pink peak of her nipple and a droplet of amber nectar rose to his touch. Leaning down, Tragar lapped it up, savoring its sweet, light flavor so different from the richer honey that flowed from her pussy. Gods, she was so sweet…so ripe. His mating fist throbbed in his flight leathers, longing to breed her, to make her his completely but he knew it could never be.