Chapter Seventeen
“Well, you certainly came back quickly. Did you have trouble finding the Sacred Grove?” Ren looked up with weary eyes from a strange black contraption he was staring into intently. Alanah had heard him call it a “microscope” when she was in his lab earlier but she had no idea of its function other than to make Bram’s best friend look tired and worried.
“I found it all right,” she said, shifting her hips uncomfortably. “But the priestess sent me back here again to…to visit Bram.”
“She did?” Ren looked surprised. “Well, all right. He’s resting comfortably now but I have to tell you, Princess, he’s not out of the woods yet.” He nodded at the door to the room where Bram was sleeping. “You can go in.”
Alanah started to go…then hesitated.
“Ren,” she said uncertainly. “When I was at the Sacred Grove, the priestess said something to me…she, uh, seemed to understand things I didn’t quite understand myself.”
“Well, Yolla is very wise.” Ren nodded. “She’s been with the Mother Ship since well before most of us were born. What did she say?”
“She said…she said…” Alanah was having an extremely difficult time talking about this. It was embarrassing in the extreme. “Ren,” she said at last. “Did…does the bonding fruit I ate…does it make you feel…feel strange in any way?”
“Oh my Goddess, the bonding fruit!” Ren clapped a hand to his head. “Oh Princess, forgive me! I’d forgotten that you ate that. I meant to warn you but then that witch gave Bram the plague and everything else flew out of my head!”
“Warn me of what?” Alanah’s heart began beating faster. Her physical symptoms had gotten worse and worse on the way home from the Sacred Grove until now she felt she could barely stand still, she needed Bram so much. “Warn me of what Ren?”
“The bonding fruit can have certain…aphrodisiac qualities.” Ren coughed delicately into one massive hand. “And this is a new strain of it—I tinkered with the seeds some before I planted them. So let’s just say they should be…ah, especially potent.”
“The priestess seemed to know I was feeling…feeling needy.” Alanah felt her cheeks go rosy red with a blush but somehow she forced herself to continue. “She said I should go to Bram and then I…I would know what to do.”
She knew what she felt like doing—she felt like climbing in the bed with her giant and riding him until he filled her with his seed. But she couldn’t do that—could she?
“Oh?” Ren’s eyes suddenly widened. “Oh,” he breathed, apparently getting her meaning. “Well, yes…” He cleared his throat. “That is the effect that bonding fruit can have on a female.”
“The priestess said I should, uh, visit Bram.” Alanah twisted her fingers together nervously. “But you’re the physician. Will it…will it hurt him if I, uh, visit with him?”
“Oh. Ahem…well…” Ren frowned, his cheeks getting somewhat red. “I don’t think it would hurt him but it might hurt you, Princess. Ah…” He ran a hand over his hair. “Did Bram explain to you about ‘bonding’?”
“He said that after a Kindred and his bride are…are together, they are able to hear each other’s thoughts,” Alanah looked longingly through the wide glass window into the room where her giant lay.
“That’s true but a bond is more than that,” Ren said seriously. “It’s the entwining of two souls—essentially, when you bond with a Kindred you tie your life force to his.”
“I don’t understand.” Alanah shook her head. “What does that mean?”
“It means that if you bond with Bram and he dies, there’s a good chance you might die too,” Ren said in a low, serious voice. “And frankly Alanah, I’m sorry to say that right now, I can only give him a fifty percent chance of survival.”
“Even with the medicine you gave him?” Alanah asked, tears stinging her eyes.
Ren nodded regretfully. “I’m trying to find a more complete cure but I keep running up against blank walls. This poison, whatever it is, works incredibly quickly and is more deadly than anything I’ve ever seen.”
“It killed all our men in the space of a year,” Alanah said bleakly. “My father was the first to be infected but he held on the longest—he was one of the last to…to die.” Suddenly, passion and determination welled up in her and she turned to Ren. “I’m not going to lose Bram the way I lost my father. The priestess told me to give him what he needs and to take what I need from him. And right now there’s only one thing I can think of—one thing I need.”
“But the risks—” Ren began.
“I don’t care about that,” Alanah told him fiercely. “I’d rather risk dying than lose another man I love to this plague. I’d rather die than live without Bram.”
Before he could say another word, she marched past him and opened the sliding metal door to the quarantine room with a whoosh. Inside the door there was a smaller chamber which Ren had called a disinfection unit. It blew strange smelling air on Alanah’s head and body before a second door, which opened into Bram’s room, slid to one side.
The moment the door was wide enough for her to get through, Alanah ran to her giant and climbed on the massive bed beside him.
“Bram!” she murmured, stroking his pale cheek. “Oh Bram, sweetheart, I’m here.”
“Alanah?” His low voice was hoarse and his eyes, when he opened them, were still more red than white. His sapphire irises were dim and dull—they hardly glowed at all. “Alanah,” he murmured again, reaching out to take her hand. “You…you shouldn’t be in here. Not…not safe.”
“It’s perfectly safe for me,” Alanah promised him. “I’m not male—I can’t get the plague.”
“Still…don’t want you to see me…this way,” he whispered.
“What way? As the man I love?” Alanah demanded. She stroked his cheek again and kissed his mouth.
The soft touch of his lips to hers seemed to do something to her. Her body, which was already feeling hot and needy, suddenly blazed with desire. Her pussy throbbed and her nipples ached.
“Oh Bram!” she nearly moaned, and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him more deeply this time. Then she moved lower, her hands exploring the broad width of his muscular chest, then lower still, searching under the plain white sheet for his shaft.
* * * * *
Bram’s entire body stiffened when he felt her small fingers curl around his cock. He was still weak from the plague the witch had given him but not so weak that he couldn’t react to Alanah’s touch. Still, he knew what she was doing wasn’t right.
“Alanah…little one, no!” he protested, trying to pull her hand away. “No, we shouldn’t.”
“Why not?” When she pulled back from him, her gray eyes were blazing. “Because we might bond? I want to bond with you, Bram. In fact, I want to do it right now.”
“It’s not safe,” he protested. “I’m sick, little one—very sick. If we bond I might drag you down with me.”
“No, you won’t.” Alanah lifted her chin. “Ren said the same thing but it’s not what the priestess in the Sacred Grove said.”
Bram frowned. “You spoke to Yolla?”
Alanah nodded. “She said I should take what I need…and give you what you need in turn. Bram…” She looked at him pleadingly. “I ate that bonding fruit down on the planet to prove to my people it wasn’t poison, remember?”
“Gods…” He ran a hand over his face weakly. “Yes, now I do, little one. Damn, I wish I’d been able to stop you from doing that!”
“It’s done now and it can’t be undone.” Alanah stroked the length of his shaft again. “Bram, please—I need you. Need you inside me.”
He frowned. “I shouldn’t let you. If I die—”
“Then I don’t want to live either,” Alanah told him passionately. “Please Bram, don’t let us be parted. Trust the words of the priestess—let me give you what we both need so badly.”
It was true that now that she was stroking him, he certainly was in need. Bram could hardly believe it—he felt as weak as a kitken but his shaft was standing at full attention, begging for the touch of his Princess’s soft little hands. He tried to reach for her but he might as well have been chained down—he was too weak to do more than lift his hand and even that tired him out.
“If you truly want me, little one,” he rasped, “you’ll have to take me. I’m weak as water.”
Alanah’s eyes were sleepy with desire.
“I can do that,” she murmured, her voice a soft, feminine purr. “I can do anything as long as it means having you inside me.”
“Gods, that bonding fruit really did a number on you, didn’t it, sweetheart?” Bram murmured.
She nodded briefly, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of shame and need.
“It…it made me feel like I’m so empty inside I feel like I’ll die if I can’t have your shaft and seed inside me, Bram,” she whispered.
“Blank the glass then, before you start.” Bram nodded weakly at the wide window in the side of his room, put there no doubt for observation purposes. “We don’t need to put on a show.”
“All right. Just tell me how.” Alanah went quickly to the window and, with instruction from Bram, found the switch which made the vast expanse of glass opaque. The last thing Bram saw before the glass went black was the worried and perplexed face of Ren, who was watching with a clip-chart in one hand and stylus in the other.
Well, at least the room is soundproof, Bram told himself and then Alanah was back by his side, climbing into bed beside him.
“Bram, please…” She was already tearing at the front of her gown, spreading it wide to expose her full breasts and ripe, pink nipples. The sight made Bram’s mouth water to suck them, but when he tried he found he was even too weak to raise his head.
“Come here, little one,” he rasped. “I want you but I can’t reach you.”
At once Alanah leaned down to press her full globes to his face.
“It’s all right, Bram,” she murmured, feeding him one of her ripe nipples. “It’s all right—suck me—suck me as much as you want.”
With a low groan, Bram was more than happy to comply. He sucked first one ripe tip and then the other between his lips, teasing them with his tongue and nipping lightly just to hear Alanah gasp and watch her squirm. Gods, she was beautiful! He just prayed that allowing her to do this didn’t hurt her in any way.
“Alanah, sweetheart,” he murmured as she finally pulled her breasts away. “Your ripe nipples are delicious, but there’s something else I’m longing to taste.”
“You mean…” Her voice trailed off as her eyes went wide.
“Yes,” Bram growled. “Your pussy. Need to taste your sweet pussy little one, so I can make you nice and wet. So you can take me deep inside you.”
“But…but you said you’re too weak to sit up, let alone go down on your knees,” Alanah protested. “How can we…uh, do that?”
Bram laughed weakly. She was such an eager little virgin but still so inexperienced. He fully intended to enjoy teaching her everything he knew.
“Who says I have to be on top to taste you?” he murmured. “Just straddle my face and press your sweet, ripe pussy to my mouth.”
“Oh, but…” He could see uncertainty and embarrassment warring with need and desire in her lovely face. “But Bram, that would be so…so embarrassing.”
“Fuck embarrassing,” he growled. “Don’t you want me to make you feel good, sweetheart? Don’t you want to feel my tongue slipping into that hot little slit of yours?”
“Gods, yes…” Alanah shifted, her hands clenching into fists. “Yes, I want that so much, Bram. But—”
“And don’t you want to give me your honey?” he demanded, interrupting her excuse. “I think it would help me to feel better, little one. I really do.”
His pleading combined with his dirty words seemed to have finally convinced Alanah.
“All right,” she said softly, pulling her gown all the way open so that the gray-blue material framed her naked flesh beautifully. Bram hadn’t had time to synthesize any kind of bra or panties for her and now he was rather glad he hadn’t. Alanah looked beautiful, just as she was.
“Straddle me,” he ordered hoarsely, his eyes going to the place between her thighs which had so recently been flat and lifeless. Now her little pussy was hot and wet—all slick and pink as though it was begging to be tasted.
Bram was more than happy to comply. When Alanah was a bit too slow, getting into position he wanted to reach for her and swing her into place but he still felt weak—too weak to do anything but wait as she settled herself astride his face.
“Like this?” she asked uncertainly, looking down at him.
“Just like that, little one,” he groaned eagerly. “Now come down to me—come down and let me lap your sweet pussy.”
Moaning softly in need and anticipation, Alanah did as she was told.
Bram growled in pleasure as her hot, wet folds met his lips. Gods, now that she had bloomed she had the sweetest, ripest little pussy he had ever seen. Her taste, salty and sweet, exploded across his tongue and he lapped eagerly, bathing her pink petals as Alanah moaned and writhed above him.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” He managed to say when he drew back for air for a moment. “That’s right—feed me that sweet little pussy. Really grind against me—I want to feel your pleasure when you ride my tongue.”
His low, dirty words seemed to do something to Alanah. His formerly proper princess grabbed his hair and pressed her pussy to his mouth, riding his tongue shamelessly, trying to get all the pleasure she could.
Bram lapped and tongued her eagerly, thrusting deep in her tight channel one moment and then circling the little pink bud of her clit the next. Gods, she tasted so prefect—so sweet and salty and good! He’d told her the truth when he’d explained that Kindred males needed to lap their female’s pussies. Even as Alanah fed him her sweet honey, he thought he could feel a surge of strength returning to him.
Then he felt her beginning to quiver and knew she was getting close.
“Bram,” she moaned, her hands tightening in his hair. “Oh Gods, Bram, that feels so good! Think I’m going to…going to…”
She didn’t seem able to finish her sentence but she didn’t need to. Bram felt her inner muscles clench and tasted fresh honey as her sweet, ripe pussy spasmed around his invading tongue. His cock throbbed in response like a second heartbeat—gods how he wanted her! Wanted to feel that sweet little slit clenching tight around his shaft as well as his tongue.
Alanah seemed to have the same idea. Scarcely had she finished coming, than she backed away, making her way down his body until she was straddling his crotch.
Bram couldn’t help feeling worried when he saw how very large his shaft looked compared to her pussy. It was longer than her forearm and thicker than her wrist—much thicker. Would the bonding fruit really be enough to help her overcome such a large size difference? He remembered Ren’s words when he spoke of it…
“The average female canal is 4-6 inches. The bonding fruit can help her expand to twice or even three times that size to accommodate a larger male.”
Could it really do that? Bram had an idea they were about to find out. Alanah was raised high on her knees with his cock in one hand. She was aiming the broad head directly at the entrance of her pussy and there was a very determined look on her face.
“Be careful, sweetheart,” Bram told her anxiously as she slid him over her slippery slit. “Don’t hurt yourself—you’re so tiny.”
Alanah gave him a little smile. “I might be tiny but it looks like I’m the one in charge now, doesn’t it, my giant?”
Her saucy tone made him grin. His little princess might be many things but a coward wasn’t one of them. He thought he’d never seen such a brave spirit packed into such a delicate little body and it made him love her all the more.
“All right,” he murmured. “You’re in charge, little one. I’m yours—do what you want with me.”
Her eyes flashed with desire and he thought she seemed pleased.
“I will, Bram. And right now, what I want is to have you deep inside me.”
She aimed his cock, which she’d been slowly slipping up and down her cleft, right at her entrance again. Then, catching her lower lip between her teeth in a look of intense concentration, she began to lower herself onto him.
“Careful, little one. Take it slowly,” Bram couldn’t help cautioning, though the words came out in a groan since her soft little pussy felt so good around him. Already she had more inside her than he’d put in the other night and as yet he hadn’t felt any resistance or seen her look upset.
“Trying to…go slow. But I need you…so much,” Alanah gasped out, as she fed more of his thickness into her. Bram couldn’t help groaning at the erotic sight of his thick shaft stretching her tiny pussy open so wide.
His shaft was over halfway inside her now and he marveled at her ability to take him. She fit him like a glove—a silky, hot, wet glove, gripping his shaft tightly—so tightly he swore he never wanted her to let him go. And yet he still wasn’t all the way in yet. Would he really fit his length all the way inside her? Would they really be able to bond?
“Gods, Bram,” Alanah moaned softly as she lowered herself still further, taking even more of his thick shaft in her soft little body. Bram thought he could see the outline of it against her flat belly—he was really filling her up. And she seemed determined to take every last inch of him into her pussy.
“Carefully…slowly,” he begged her again. “You’re so little and I’m not exactly small, little one.”
“No, you’re a giant.” Alanah gasped as she lowered herself still further, taking even more of his shaft inside her. “Oh Gods, Bram, you’re my giant and I want to show you how much I love you…want to take you all the way inside me.”
“I want to be all the way inside you too, little one,” Bram assured her. “Just don’t want you to hurt yourself on my shaft.”
“I’ll be fine,” Alanah assured him, panting. “I just need…need to…”
But she never finished her statement. Instead, she lowered herself down the last few inches, taking him completely into her warm, wet depths.
They both moaned in unison when Bram bottomed out inside her and then they both held still, as if by mutual consent.
“Oh Bram…” Alanah braced herself on his chest and looked down into his eyes. “I almost didn’t think it was possible but this feels amazing! So good—so right to have you all the way inside me!”
“Feels right to me too, little one,” he rumbled. “Gods, I wish I had more strength so that I could thrust inside you!”
“It’s all right,” Alanah assured him. “Maybe…maybe it will be easier at first if I just kind of…work myself on you.”
Her words enflamed him and he felt his cock surge deep within her.
“Yes, little one, that’s right,” he growled. “That’s right—ride me. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
With a low, lustful moan, Alanah braced her feet flat on the bed on either side of his hips. Then she put her small hands on his abdomen, leaned forward, and began to work herself so that several slippery inches of shaft slid out of her tightly stretched pussy and then thrust back into her tight depths. Then she did it again…and again…and again.
Bram thought he had never seen anything so hot and beautiful as his little princess riding him, letting her pussy be stretched on his cock as she took him all the way inside her and rode him as he had never been ridden before.
“Alanah,” he groaned, watching the erotic sight. “Gods, sweetheart, I’m not going to last long watching you ride my cock like this.”
“That’s…all right,” she gasped, still working him in and out of herself “I…I’m close again myself. If I could just get…a little more stimulation.”
“I might be able to arrange that for you,” Bram growled softly. Though before he had been almost too weak to lift his hands, he now found he had new strength. He was able to bring one hand to the place they were joined and slide the pad of his thumb over the swollen bud of her clit.
It didn’t take long. With a low groan that sounded suspiciously like his name, Alanah began to come for a second time. Bram felt her inner pussy clenching around him, milking him as though she was begging for his seed.
With a muted roar, he let his orgasm take him. Bracing his other hand on her hip and pulling her down to fill her completely, he felt his cock spurting hard inside her, painting her insides with his seed as he came and came inside her, claiming her, bonding them together for all time.
* * * * *
Alanah couldn’t believe how good it felt to have him all the way inside her. At first she hadn’t been sure she could take him but the bonding fruit had really helped her open up. And it did more than that—it made her hungry to be filled with him. Though she felt a stretching sensation as she took him deep in her pussy, it was a pleasurable kind of ache, not an actual pain. And when she finally began to ride him, she felt an intense pleasure like she’d never experienced before.
“Bram,” she moaned as he held her down and pushed deep inside her. She could feel his thick shaft pulsing, filling her in hot spurts with his thick seed. “Oh, Bram, yes. Love you, love you so much!”
“I love you too, little one,” murmured a deep, familiar voice inside her head.
Alanah’s eyes, which had been tightly closed in pleasure, flew open and she looked down at her giant.
“Bram?” she whispered. “Did you just…”
“Speak inside your head? Yes I did—because we’re bonded.”
He grinned at her, his sapphire eyes glowing and Alanah noticed something else that was new.
“Bram,” she sent, trying out their new link for herself. “Your eyes…they’re not red anymore!”
“They’re not?” He sat up abruptly in bed, still holding her in his lap.
“Oh!” Alanah gasped, as the sudden movement caused his thickness to shift inside her. “And I guess you’ve regained your strength too!”
“I have…” He wrapped his long, strong arms around her and looked down into her face. “Little one, I think you cured me. Bonding with you brought me back from the edge.”
“Oh Bram!” Tears of happiness pricked at her eyes and she threw her arms around him and sobbed in relief. “Thank the Goddess,” she whispered. “She really is merciful to give me back my big strong giant.”
“You were the strong one this time, little one,” Bram murmured through their link. “You saved me. Thank you.”
“I love you, Bram.” She looked up at him. “Does this mean we’ll always be together now?”
“Always, little one,” he promised. “Which means it’s time to finally have that wedding we’ve been talking about from the first time I brought you up here.”
“A wedding…and a funeral.” Alanah’s lovely gray eyes were suddenly serious. “For our home world, which will soon be dead.”
“You have a new home here,” Bram murmured, stroking her hair. “All of your people do.” He smiled. “And I hope most of them will want to stay here instead of moving to a different planet.”
“I think they will,” Alanah said, smiling back tentatively. “In fact…do you think we might consider a double wedding with Ren and Jenla? I would love to share my joy with our two best friends.”
“I think that’s a perfect idea,” Bram leaned down to kiss her hair but his motion made the thick cock, which still pierced her, shift again, causing Alanah to moan appreciatively.
“Gods, Bram,” she sent through their new link, looking up at him. “I don’t understand. Why haven’t you, er, gone down? I thought a male’s shaft wilted like a month-old stalk of vrina root once he shot his load.”
“Maybe a human man.” Bram grinned at her. “But I’m Kindred, sweetheart. We can remain hard even after coming. It lets us breed and bond our females multiple times—to be certain the bond is secure.”
“Hmmm…” Alanah purred, shifting around in his lap to make him groan. “Maybe you should do that then, Bram. Make certain our bond is secure, I mean.”
“Don’t tempt me, little one or we won’t leave this bed all night,” he warned her.
Alanah smiled up at him. “That’s fine with me. Take me, my giant. Make me yours again.”
“With pleasure, little one.” And holding her hips in his hands, he began to move inside her, giving her so much pleasure Alanah thought both her heart and body would overflow.
She had never been happier in her life and as Bram’s shaft swelled within her, she knew that she would never be alone again now that she had finished taming her giant.