The time in the Cha’llah had been of unknowable length. He had seen things, felt things, known things he could not now remember but they stayed with him, a bright shadow on the wall of memory.
One thing—one thought—stayed with him though. He must mark Molly with his scent—he must taste her and take her with his tongue and he must do it now.
There was a mattress spread with furs and the soft, leaf and flower stuffed pillows on the floor of the cottage but Braxx couldn’t even wait to lay her down. Instead, he pressed Molly to the wall just inside the door and kissed her fiercely, tasting her mouth in the way he would shortly be tasting her pussy.
At first she seemed in shock but then she wound her arms around his neck and kissed him back, moaning softly. Braxx plundered her mouth, glad she was willing, but at this point, he was going to taste her and mark her, willing or not. He needed her too much not to and besides, it was their only way out of the Depths.
“Braxx!” she gasped as he broke the kiss to lick a hot trail down her neck. He brushed aside the trailing grass strands of her top negu, baring her breasts so he could suck her nipples. Molly moaned as he feasted on her sweet peaks, sucking them deep and hard, leaving his mark on her with the scent glands in and around his mouth that all Kindred males carried.
Braxx wasn’t gentle—he bit as he sucked, leaving bright red patterns of possession on her creamy mounds—but Molly didn’t seem to mind. She moaned and thrust her breasts out, offering him better access, offering herself.
His shaft ached as he heard her soft moans and cries as he sucked and licked and marked her breasts. Gods, he wanted her—wanted to taste her warm, wet pussy and feel her trembling under his tongue!
He ran his hands over the curves of her waste and hips, loving her softness, wanting to mark her all over. He parted the strands of her lower negu and slipped a hand between her thighs.
“Oh!” Molly stiffened for a moment, then let him in. “All…all right,” she whispered.
Braxx cupped her soft pussy in his hand, feeling like his shaft was hard enough to fuck through solid rock. Goddess, she was wet! He could feel her moisture even though he was only holding her closed, like a flower yet to open, in his palm.
“So wet,” he murmured to her, his voice hoarse with need in his own ears. “Your sweet little pussy is so wet, Molly.”
“I…I can’t help it. Braxx, what are you—?”
“Going to spread you now.” His fingers were already parting the lips of her sex, opening her outer petals so he could glide his fingers along her slippery inner folds.
“Oh!” Molly gasped and shivered against him as he circled her clit with one fingertip.
“Feel that, sweetheart?” he growled. “Your pussy is getting ready for me—ready for my tongue.”
“For your—Ah,” she gasped again as he found her entrance and thrust two fingers deep inside her. “Oh, Braxx!”
“Here,” he growled. “This is where I’m going to taste you. Going to spread your soft little pussy open so I can lick as much as I want. And let me tell you, sweetheart, I want to lick a lot. I want to bury my tongue inside you and have your juices all over my face.”
“But…But I never…I mean I don’t…” Her protests were lost in wordless cries as he fucked her—fucked her hard with his fingers—taking her closer to the edge, willing her honey to come down for him.
He had to have her, Goddess-damn it! He couldn’t wait any longer to taste her sweet nectar and lap her soft little cunt.
But when he dropped to his knees before her, Molly seemed resistant for the first time.
“Braxx, no,” she gasped, trying to close her thighs when he parted them with his hands. “Please, wait—I was trying to tell you—I don’t…this, uh, isn’t my thing.”
“Well, it’s going to have to be your thing now, sweetheart,” he growled, looking up at her. “I have to mark you as my own—have to spread my scent all over your sweet pussy. It’s the only way we’re getting out of here.”
“But I don’t want you to do this because you have to,” she exclaimed. “I mean, if you don’t really want to—”
“Don’t want to?” Braxx gave her an incredulous look. “Molly, don’t you know this is exactly what I’ve been wanting to do to you, almost from the first moment I saw you? From the second you fell in my lap back at your domicile you’ve been making my shaft hard. Tasting your pussy, feeling you tremble against my tongue, hearing you moan as I lap your soft little cunt…all of that is my pleasure and desire.” He dropped his voice to a commanding growl. “Now let…me…in.”
With a shocked little gasp, Molly at last complied, spreading her thighs for his pleasure.
It wasn’t enough for Braxx. Grabbing one of her legs, he put her thigh over his shoulder, widening her stance and forcing her to be even more open for him.
“God, Braxx!” she exclaimed, gripping his shoulders for support. “I don’t—”
But her words turned into a moan when he tongued her open and began to lap her pussy in long, wet licks that went from the bottom of her slit all the way to the top.
Molly convulsed against him in surprised pleasure. Her fingers tightened on his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin but Braxx didn’t give a damn. He was at last doing what every Kindred longed to do to his mate—he was tasting Molly—tasting her deeply and to the core—and it was everything he had ever longed for.
Gods, she was sweet and salty and perfect! And the way she cried out and jerked against his mouth as he dragged his tongue over the tender button of her clit made his cock so hard he couldn’t stand it.
“Braxx!” she gasped. “Oh my God—Braxx!”
He loved the way she called his name, loved the way her nails bit into him and the way she pulled his hair as he first lashed her clit with the tip of his tongue and then sucked the little bud into his mouth to torture it gently while she moaned.
Her honey was flowing now—flowing even more than he had hoped. Her inner thighs were coated with it. Wanting to make even more, Braxx thrust two fingers deep inside her again, fucking her roughly as he lapped and sucked her throbbing pussy. She was close—he could feel it. Her impending orgasm was written in every line of her body…was made obvious by the honey she was producing and the way her muscles were tightening as she moaned and begged for more.
“Braxx,” she cried brokenly, pumping her hips shamelessly against his face. “Oh God yes—yes, I’m so close! So close.”
Come then, he thought, wishing she was bonded to him, wishing he could send the thought to her as he lapped and sucked her sweet, open cunt. Come for me, jalanta—come all over my face while I eat your pussy.
Though they didn’t have a bond, it was almost as though she heard him anyway. With a low, throaty cry, Molly’s entire body went tense and then he felt her coming, coming so hard it seemed she might shake herself apart. Her inner walls contracted tightly against his fingers and he wished desperately it was his cock inside her instead. But if it had been, he wouldn’t have been in the position to lap up the honey she was gushing as she came, came so hard on his fingers and tongue and face, just as he had wanted.
Mine, he thought deliriously as he pushed her over the edge and lapped up his sweet reward. You’re mine now, Molly and this time I’m not letting you go!
* * * * *
Molly didn’t know what had come over the big Kindred—he was like some kind of sexual madman—not that she was complaining. His mouth felt incredible on her—one minute he lavished her pussy with hot, open-mouthed kisses and the next moment he was lapping her throbbing clit until she thought she would melt from the pleasure.
His two long, thick fingers, continued to pump inside her, making her moan and gasp and cry as he filled her. They weren’t nearly as thick as his cock but they still felt incredible thrusting into her as Braxx licked and sucked her pussy until she thought she would die from sensory overload.
He made her come—forced her to it—again and again, first up against the wall and then later, he laid her on the bed and made her spread her thighs so he could get between them again.
Molly wrapped her legs around his head and held onto his thick hair as he tongue-fucked her hard and long. Every nerve in her body seemed to be on fire—her pussy throbbed with pleasure until she felt like she couldn’t breathe and bright spots danced before her eyes in the dimness of the room.
Why is he like this? she couldn’t help wondering as he lapped her to yet another orgasm. Has he always wanted to do this, like he said? Or did the Cha’llah change him?
She had an idea it might be a little of both. Her thought that he was glowing more brightly in her new vision seemed correct. His big body was like a fallen star in the dimness of the Claiming Cottage and she could feel a strange kind of energy pulsing through him—an energy she couldn’t help thinking was spreading to herself.
I’m changing, she thought helplessly as he lapped her to yet another orgasm. I’m changing but I don’t know how…
And then the pleasure overwhelmed her and she couldn’t think anymore—could only feel as Braxx palmed her breasts and rolled her nipples while his talented tongue pushed her over the edge yet again…
It seemed to go on for hours but at last he withdrew, panting. Molly could see the thickness of his shaft jutting out from between his thighs and she felt her pussy clench eagerly at the sight.
“Are you going to take me?” she asked, hearing the quiver in her own voice. “I mean, are you going to…”
“Am I going to fuck you?” he growled, his voice inhumanly deep with lust. “The Goddess knows I want to, Molly…” He leaned forward, rubbing the broad head of his shaft over her spread pussy, making her moan as he bumped over her tender clit. “But I can’t.”
“What? Why not?” she demanded. “Why can’t you?”
“Because I won’t be able to stop this time.” There was a warning tone in his deep voice Molly couldn’t help hearing. “Won’t be able to keep myself from putting my bonding fist all the way inside you and filling you with my seed—bonding you to me for life.”
“For life? You mean…it would be a permanent connection?”
“Yes.” He withdrew from her and sat back on his knees, watching her. “Makes you think twice, doesn’t it?”
“No,” Molly said, surprising herself. “I know it sounds crazy but…do it, Braxx. I know we haven’t known each other long but I’ve never felt this way before—never been so drawn to anyone. Do it—bond us.”
For a moment it seemed she had rendered him speechless. Then he shook his head wonderingly.
“You’re…serious?”
“I am,” Molly assured him. “Do it. We’ll work out the details later.”
Deep down inside the practical little voice of her common sense was demanding to know exactly what she thought she was doing. But the voice of her heart was stronger. It told her that though this might be a hasty decision, it was the right one. Braxx was the one for her and she wanted him forever.
But to her surprise, instead of taking her up on the offer and shoving his long, achingly hard shaft into her unprotected pussy, Braxx shook his head again and moved back.
“No,” he said hoarsely. “Not now. Bonding sex with a Beast Kindred takes hours and we need to be gone from here. And besides, you do not…do not know all of me yet.”
“I know all I need to know,” Molly said boldly. “I want you, Braxx. Can you honestly say you don’t feel the same for me?”
Her heart was beating in her throat as she asked the question. How could she be so bold? So direct? But directness was a skill she’d learned after she’d lost her sight. Since she couldn’t see body language, it saved time to not play games. Molly went for what she wanted and right now, what she wanted was the big Kindred.
“I have never wanted another female more than I want you right now,” he answered, his deep voice throbbing with sincerity. “But I can’t have you—not until you’ve seen all of me—inside and out—and decided you still want me.”
“Nothing is going to change my mind,” Molly told him boldly.
“That remains to be seen.” His voice sounded grim. “At any rate, we can’t do this here. We’ll discuss this again once we get out of the Depths. Agreed?”
“All right.” Molly couldn’t help the twinge of disappointment she felt. They had been so close to being together forever…she couldn’t help feeling that they shouldn’t put it off. That something might come between them if they waited.
But of course, she couldn’t force Braxx to make such a big decision on the spur of the moment. They would just have to wait and talk about it outside, up on the surface.
I’m sure everything will work out okay in the end, Molly told herself uneasily as Braxx helped her to her feet and she began smoothing down her disarrayed top and bottom negus.
Won’t it?