Sarah seemed shaken and silent after their escape from the ill-fated dinner and Sazar didn’t blame her a bit. The poor little human had had one traumatic experience after another from the moment they’d gotten here.
First she’d been forced to show much more of her body than she was comfortable with, then she’d been ogled by every male that came near them and she’d been nearly assaulted by that bastard Rando, not to mention mentally molested by the perverted Lord Magnate. After arriving at their nighttime accommodations she had been confronted by both snakes—or something that looked very like snakes—in the fresher facilities, and a giant creature with an eye bigger than her own head staring in at her.
All that was a heavy load even before the incident with the catchems. Sazar was inclined to think his little human had probably had much more than she could bear.
And it was all his fault for dragging her here in the first place.
He carried her silently through the streets back to their room at the Courtly Row. When he got her inside he said, in the softest voice he could manage, “Sarah…sweetheart—”
“Don’t…” She was shivering and her teeth were chattering. “Don’t talk about it. I just…just want to take a shower. They were all over me. Please—I need a shower!”
“As you wish,” Sazar said quickly. He put her in a chair and gave her a drying blanket, then went into the fresher to try and figure out the strange shower device. Luckily Kindred were almost as good with machinery as they were with languages. He was able to get the complicated array of buttons to give him a hot flow of steaming, sweet-scented water in a short time.
He came back to find that Sarah had stripped and was holding the drying blanket wrapped around herself.
“It’s ready,” Sazar told her.
“I…is it? Good.” She tried to stand and nearly fell over.
She’s in some kind of overload. In shock, he thought as he caught her.
“Sarah, maybe you should just lie down a moment—” he began.
“No!” She began to struggle in his arms. “No, I need a shower now.”
“All right,” Sazar said grimly. “You’ll have your shower but not alone.”
He carried her into the bathing area and leaned her against him while he stripped off the long robe he was wearing and toed off his boots. He left his trousers on for propriety’s sake. Then he unwound the drying blanket from around her shoulders and lifted her again.
“W-wait,” Sarah tried to protest, her teeth still chattering. “Wh-what are you d-doing? I…I’m n-naked! I can take a shower b-by myself.”
“Not in this state you can’t,” Sazar growled. “I won’t have you slipping and falling in the tub. Besides, you’re not naked—you still have on your underthings and your, er, jewelry.”
He nodded at the tiny, skimpy panties she was wearing which honestly were just strings and the double strand of pearls. She was still wearing the nipple rings and breast chain too but he would worry about that later.
“But—” she began again.
Sazar ignored her. Carefully, still holding her close to him, he climbed over the high side of the tub. When he got her into the shower, which was the kind that rained straight down from above, he leaned her against him again and reached for a puffy white thing he was fairly certain was a bath sponge.
The sponge had one soft side and one abrasive side and emitted a flood of floral-scented bubbles when he held it under the water and squeezed. Sazar used the abrasive side to scrub Sarah’s skin, making sure to clean everywhere he thought the catchems might have crawled.
At first she just stood there shivering, allowing him to scrub her. Then, after a moment, she leaned her head against his chest and her shoulders began to shake with low, almost inaudible sobs.
Sazar felt as though she’d reached into his chest and squeezed his heart in her soft little hand.
“Sarah…oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, putting his arms around her and holding her close. “I’m sorry…so sorry…”
Slowly her arms came up and wrapped around his waist. She pressed her face to his chest and held on while she continued to cry. Sazar stroked her shoulders and murmured softly into her ear. He wasn’t even sure what he was saying or if she could hear it over the sound of the shower but he didn’t care—it was instinct to comfort his female, instinct to hold her close and let her cry if she needed to. And she felt so right in his arms—so soft and small and perfectly curved.
“Sweetheart,” he whispered, stroking her trembling shoulders. “Ladara.” It was a term of endearment in his own dialect—the language of the Pitch-Bloods. A name used for a lover, but that didn’t even occur to Sazar. He just knew it felt right to call Sarah that—as right as it was to stroke and comfort and hold her.
At last Sarah stopped crying and gave a long, trembling sigh. When she looked up at him, her eyes were wet but her face was calm.
“I…I think I’m okay now,” she said. “Can we get out?”
“Of course.” Sazar lifted her out and wrapped a drying blanket around her. He made certain she was steady on her feet before turning his back and shucking down the sodden trousers. He toweled off quickly and wrapped a similar blue blanket around his waist before turning back to her.
“Feeling better?”
“Yes, thank you.” Sarah nodded.
“Good. Then let’s get dressed. I’m taking you home.”
* * * * *
“What?” Sarah’s heart seemed to drop down to her toes. “No—you can’t,” she exclaimed. “I know I got all emotional and I freaked out at the restaurant but I swear I’ll do better, Sazar. Please don’t fire me!”
“Fire you?” He stared at her blankly. “Whatever gave you that idea?”
“I just thought…I know I probably ruined the mission or at least gave the Alquons a bad view of us. But I just…I couldn’t help it. When those things started crawling all over me…” Sarah shivered. “Look, can’t we just not go back to that restaurant and try to go on with the mission?”
His pale eyes got wide. “You want to keep going? You want to stay here? After the day you’ve had?”
Sarah nodded. “I swear I’ll do better.”
“Sweetheart…” Sazar cupped her cheek in a gesture of tenderness that nearly undid her. “I was going to cancel the mission and take you home because all of this is just too much—too hard on you. But I certainly wouldn’t fire you over it. If anything you’ve withstood much more than any other assistant I’ve ever had and you’ve kept your composure beautifully.”
“I haven’t, though,” Sarah whispered. “I…I just had a mini-nervous breakdown in the shower.”
“And you had every right to,” he said firmly. “After everything you’ve been through today I would be surprised if you weren’t upset.”
Sarah’s heart, which had been skittering around her chest in fear, began to beat a regular rhythm again.
“So you’re not mad at me? You’re not going to let me go?”
Sazar stroked her cheek again.
“I never want to let you go, Sarah,” he rumbled softly. And somehow, she got the feeling that he wasn’t talking about her employment with him. But that was crazy, wasn’t it? She wondered again if he was having feelings for her…because she couldn’t help herself, she was certainly having all kinds of feeling for him.
“Th-thank you,” she stuttered and dropped her eyes. His pale gaze was simply too intense.
“You’re welcome. Now that we’ve established I’m not going to fire you, let’s get dressed—in our proper clothing—and get out of here.”
“What?” Sarah looked up quickly. “You still want to go? Why?”
“Because of what you’ve gone though. We can’t stay in a place where you’re constantly exposed to degradation and danger.”
“I’m fine,” Sarah insisted. “I don’t want you to scrap the mission because of me.”
He raised his eyebrows. “You’re certain about that? You want to stay?”
“Positive.” Sarah lifted her chin. “You said yourself you might be able to make some valuable exchanges with the Alquons. I don’t want the Kindred to lose their chance to trade with these people all because I was too squeamish to do what was expected of me.”
“Sarah… Ladara,” he murmured. “No one expects you to put up with the things you’ve been dealing with today—least of all me. I promise I won’t be upset with you and I absolutely won’t fire you if you want to go.”
“But I don’t want to,” Sarah insisted. She wasn’t sure why she was so determined to stay. Sazar was right, she’d really been through some rough experiences today.
But as unpleasant as some of it was, it was also new and exciting and real. She’d spent years reading about foreign, far off places and researching them on the computer, when she could use it for something other than work, although any “questionable” websites had been blocked, of course. But she’d never in her wildest dreams expected to get outside the Compound and actually experience other cultures herself.
And there was another reason she wanted to stay, if she was being honest with herself. Being here with Sazar, when they had no one but each other to look to for support, was definitely drawing them together. She couldn’t imagine any scenario on Earth or even on the Mother Ship that would have ended with the big Kindred bathing her so gently and holding her while she cried. She would probably just be filing paperwork and making appointments for him if they went back now.
Sarah didn’t want that. As uncomfortable and downright scary as some of the experiences she’d had today had been, she didn’t want to stop…didn’t want to leave as long as it meant she’d get to be closer to Sazar.
I’d rather stay in a place where I have to show my breasts and they have snakes in the toilet than leave, just because I want to be with my new boss, she thought. That’s crazy, right?
But it didn’t feel crazy—it felt right.
“I want to stay, Sazar,” she repeated. “Please.”
He sighed deeply. “All right. But if we do, you have to promise to be near me at all times. Your beauty attracts much too much attention here.” His voice dropped to a growl. “I don’t like the way the Alquon males look at you.”
“The way they look at my boobs, you mean,” Sarah muttered and then blushed. Why had she said such a thing?
“Your boobs?” He raised his eyebrows quizzically. “You mean your breasts?”
“Well, yes,” Sarah admitted.
“They are…quite large. Especially compared to those of the Alquon females,” Sazar remarked in a low voice.
“They’ve always been too big. I hate how big they are,” Sarah said passionately.
Speaking of her breasts, they were feeling extremely uncomfortable now that the thin towel-like blanket he’d wrapped her in was rubbing against them. It occurred to Sarah that she’d had the damn golden bands on for hours and her nipples were throbbing. She wondered uneasily if she was losing blood flow. Was it bad to wear the jewelry and breast chain too long? What if it was doing permanent damage?
This is bad, she thought, nibbling her lower lip. But what can I do about it? I know the only way to get the chain and bands off is to have Sazar help me but I can’t just ask him to suck my nipples, can I?
She had the sudden feeling she was being watched and looked up to see Sazar staring at her, a frown on his chiseled features.
“Sarah,” he murmured. “I can tell that something’s bothering you.”
“You can?” Surprise and a feeling of guilt came over her, as though she’d been hiding things from him she shouldn’t have been hiding. “How?” she managed to ask.
“The way you’re shifting from foot to foot for one thing…and I’ve also noticed when you bite your lower lip you’re feeling anxious or uncertain about something. Why don’t you tell me what it is?”
“I…I don’t know.” Sarah shifted again. They were still in the bathroom with the open ocean clearly visible through the glass wall. “I can’t talk in here,” she said. “What if another giant nosey kraken comes along? Can we please go in the bedroom? I…I can walk,” she added when he started to pick her up again. “I feel fine now.”
“Of course. Come.” Sazar led the way into the bedchamber and Sarah couldn’t help admiring him as she trailed behind him. He was so big and his ass was extremely firm and muscular under the blue bath-sheet he had wrapped around his trim waist. Hi broad, bare shoulders were beaded with water from their shower. She found herself wishing she could lick it off and scolded herself for the naughty thought.
He’s your boss, Sarah! Stop acting like he’s your boyfriend and behave yourself.
But no matter how she berated herself, she couldn’t disguise or ignore the fact that she needed help—intimate help—and Sazar was the only one who could give it to her.
The big Kindred went and sat on the edge of a tall, armless chair with cushions patterned in the same aquamarine blue as the bedspread. He motioned for Sarah and she came to stand before him, still nibbling her lower lip.
“Now,” he said. “What is it?”
“I…my…my breasts are starting to hurt,” she blurted out. “I just…I need to get these bands off. I’m starting to get worried about the long-term effects of the, uh, jewelry.”
“Of course. Why didn’t you say so before?” Sazar asked calmly.
“Because it’s really freaking embarrassing.” Sarah hunched her shoulders. “I mean, you’re my boss. How can I ask you to…”
“To help you? To suck your nipples?” he suggested in that deep voice of his that sent shivers through her.
“Yes,” Sarah whispered. “It just…seems wrong.”
“I sucked them to help you put the rings on,” he reminded her.
“I know but…but we didn’t have a choice. I didn’t know how…how you actually felt about it.” Her voice came out in a whisper and she couldn’t meet his eyes.
“Sarah…” He lifted her chin and looked at her steadily. “You’re beautiful—your breasts are beautiful,” he murmured. “I know I shouldn’t say this because it’s not in any way professional but I didn’t mind helping you with the jewelry. In fact…” He cleared his throat. “I very much enjoyed it.”
Sarah could feel her cheeks getting hot but she felt a pleased kind of embarrassment. He thought she was beautiful—plain, dowdy little Sarah—beautiful. Her heart skittered in her chest.
“So…you don’t mind helping me again?” she whispered.
His pale eyes were suddenly maroon red.
“Drop the towel,” he said quietly.
Taking a deep breath, Sarah did as he said. She let the long blanket-towel fall around her feet, leaving herself naked—or mostly naked—before him. She still had on the nipple jewelry and breast chain and the irritatingly pleasurable honey pearls were still rubbing between her legs, but other than that she was bare.
For the first time, she didn’t feel ashamed of her body—or not as ashamed as she’d been taught to feel at the Compound, anyway. Yes, she was curvy and full figured but Sazar didn’t seem to mind—at least if the way he was looking at her was any indication. And it didn’t seem shameful to be naked in front of him—although it was still a little embarrassing.
“So beautiful,” Sazar murmured, his pale eyes roving over her exposed body. “I’m going to suck your breasts now, Sarah—going to suck your nipples. Let me know when you feel like the gold bands are loose enough to slip off.”
“All right,” she whispered, not knowing what else to say. His seated position put his mouth on the level of her breasts and the float dots were still working, keeping her full mounds high and her nipples pointed right at him.
Sazar drew her closer and cupped her right breast in his big, warm hand before sucking her nipple gently but fully into his hot mouth.
“Oh,” Sarah couldn’t help the soft moan that was drawn from her lips as she felt the hot, gentle suction and the way his warm, wet tongue was sliding over her tender peak. The sensation sent sparks of pleasure from her aching nipple down to the spot between her thighs and the honey pearls, which she’d almost begun to ignore, suddenly seemed to vibrate faster.
She began to get that feeling again—the feeling of climbing a mountain and trying to reach the summit. But before it could get really intense, she felt the golden ring come off her nipple and Sazar pulled back, holding it in his hand.
“There,” he said thickly. “One down…one to go.”
“Oh. Um, thank you,” Sarah tried to sound grateful—and she was—but she was also disappointed by how quickly the band had come off. She’d been hoping to feel the big Kindred’s mouth on her breasts for more than just a few moments.
Sazar must have been thinking the same thing because he drew out the process of removing the golden band on her left breast for much longer.
He leaned forward and Sarah assumed he would suck her again. Instead, he put out his tongue and twirled it slowly around her aching left nipple, making her moan and grasp his shoulders as he gently bathed her aching bud.
“Sazar,” she whispered, pressing her breast forward. “God, that feels so good.”
“Do you like it, Ladara?” he murmured, pulling back for a moment. “Does it give you pleasure when I lick and suck your peaks?”
“Yes,” Sarah whispered, ashamed to admit it but unable to lie. “I know…know you’re only doing it from necessity but, well…I really like it.”
“I like it too.” His voice was a low growl and his eyes were the darkest red she’d ever seen them as he sucked her left nipple deep into his mouth. She felt the sharp prick of his fangs, bracketing her tender nub and wondered hazily again about his need for blood. Then the deep suction of his hot mouth on her flesh, drove all rational thought from her mind.
At last, much to her disappointment, the second ring came off and Sazar sat back, panting a little. His eyes were dark and his fangs were long and there was a definite bulge under the towel which was still wrapped around his waist.
Sarah felt a shiver go through her. God, he looked hot! And he smelled so good—that dark, spicy, masculine musk was rising from him, invading all her senses, making her want more—making her want him. Sarah shivered, her bare and newly freed nipples feeling incredibly sensitive to the cool breeze in the room. She didn’t want this to end and she had the distinct feeling Sazar didn’t want it to either. But he was her boss and she was his assistant—neither of them could think of a reason to keep it going.
“Sazar?” she murmured, making his name a question.
“Yes, Ladara?” His voice was a soft growl and she felt certain the strange word her translation bacteria seemed unable to translate was an endearment of some kind.
Sarah opened her mouth, uncertain what would come out.
“I…I wonder if you can help me with something else,” she heard herself say.
“Anything.” He stroked her cheek with the backs of his knuckles, sending another shiver through her. “Just ask it.”
“I…I wonder if you could help me, uh, get these freaking panties off.”
Sarah shifted from foot to foot. The vibrations of the honey pearls had definitely gotten stronger while he was sucking her nipples and now she felt like they were about to drive her crazy.
“I mean, I tried to get out of them myself earlier,” she hurried to explain. “Or at least find the off switch. But I couldn’t do it and they’re driving me insane.”
He raised an eyebrow at her. “The off switch?”
“They’re buzzing—vibrating,” Sarah explained, feeling her cheeks get hot. “Lemesh turned them on somehow when she helped me get into them but now they’re too tight to get out of and I can’t seem to turn them off. It’s really…uncomfortable.”
“I can imagine,” he said dryly. “Here, let me have a look.”
He turned her from side to side, examining the thin but incredibly strong straps that held them in place. Grasping one he tested it, trying to break it just as Sarah had. After a moment he gave up, frowning.
“I think there must be some kind of metal wire woven into this fabric. It’s unbreakable.”
“Oh no!” Sarah was beginning to feel desperate. “Isn’t there any way to get them off?”
“Well…” Sazar cleared his throat and looked up at her. “I haven’t looked at the string which holds the pearls in place yet.”
“Oh…um…” She could feel her entire body getting hot. The string he was talking about started right at the top of her pussy slit and then disappeared into her inner folds where the humming pearls were torturing her clit. “I…do you think it might be weaker than the straps?” she asked at last.
“Possibly.” Sazar’s deep voice was neutral but his eyes were red and half-lidded. “Would you like me to take a look?”
“I…I guess so,” Sarah whispered.
“All right. Here, switch places with me.” He put her in the chair and knelt in front of her, his hands on her knees. “All right now—let me see.”
Sarah wiggled in the chair uncomfortably. God, this was embarrassing. What had she been thinking? But it seemed too late to stop now. Squeezing her hands into fists at her sides, she forced herself to spread her thighs.
“Hmm….” He was frowning again.
“What?” Sarah asked, feeling breathless with embarrassment and some other emotion she couldn’t name. “What do you see?”
“Well…not as much as I need to.” He looked up at her. “The string is…somewhat obscured.” He looked up at her. “Sarah, I need permission to spread you—to open your pussy lips so that I can get a better look.”
Sarah felt like she might die of mortification but she couldn’t deny that his big, warm hands on her inner thighs felt good—felt amazing if she was being honest with herself.
“All…all right,” she whispered, nodding. “Do what you have to do.”
“Thank you for trusting me,” Sazar said gravely. Then his long fingers were spreading her open, revealing the double row of pearls and the way they encircled the pink, swollen nub of her clit.
Sarah bit back a little moan and her heart thumped in her chest. Oh God, it was bad enough to have him looking at her here but what made it even worse was how wet and shiny she was. Her juices were leaking out, coating her folds and her clit and even her inner thighs. Was it just because of the honey pearls? Or did her extreme reaction have to do with the gentle way Sazar was touching her.
“Gods,” he breathed softly. “Numalla…” Another word her translation bacteria couldn’t translate but somehow it seemed to be a good thing.
“What?” Sarah asked.
“Numalla—liquid pussy.” Sazar looked up at her. “It’s a word my people have for a female who makes a lot of honey. It’s beautiful,” he added, making Sarah breathe a sigh of relief. “But I can see how the pearls must be bothering you…stimulating you. Here…and here.”
One long finger traced over the humming pearls on either side of her swollen clit and Sarah jumped and gave a little gasp.
“May I have your permission to examine the string?” Sazar asked her. “I might touch you in a rather intimate area as I do—I won’t be able to help it.”
“That…that’s okay,” she whispered, her heart thumping so hard she could feel it in every part of her body at once. Could this really be her? Frumpy little Sarah, naked with her legs spread and a gorgeous Kindred male between them, asking if he could touch her?
He’s only asking so he can help you, pointed out a little voice in her head.
I don’t care, Sarah told it. I’ll take it—I’ll take him any way I can get him.
“Yes,” she said again. “Do it…do what you have to do.”
“Thank you,” he murmured again and knelt closer to her—so close that Sarah could feel his warm breath blowing across her inner thighs and open pussy.
His long fingers traced the buzzing pearls, stroking over her swollen clit in the process, making her gasp and bite her lip to keep from moaning. God, it felt good!
“Hmm…” Sazar was frowning again. He looked up at her. “I think I can bite through the string with my fangs but you’ll have to hold very, very still. I wouldn’t want to cut you.”
“You…” Sarah could hardly believe her ears. “You want to put your mouth…”
“Near your pussy?” He gave her a lazy smile. “Oh yes, Sarah. Unless you object?”
“No,” she whispered. “No, not…not if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all,” he assured her. “Now hold still… It might take me a minute to get the string in the right position to bite…”
He leaned forward and this time Sarah couldn’t hold back a moan as his hot, wet mouth connected with her open pussy. He tugged at the string with his fingers, trying to get it into a good position between his fangs and she swore she felt the wet heat of his tongue swiping briefly over her clit.
Then there was a quick movement, a hard yank, and black and green pearls went rolling everywhere. The strap around her waist parted at the same time and she was finally free of the panties. The buzzing vibration stopped abruptly but Sarah didn’t feel any less stimulated.
Sazar sat back, licking his lips but she couldn’t help noticing that he didn’t withdraw his hands. In fact, he was still holding her pussy lips open and frowning a little.
“What…what is it?” she asked breathlessly. “Is there something else—some other problem?”
“I think there might be. The pearls seemed to have made some marks on you. Look.” He motioned for her to bend down. “Here…and here,” he murmured, stroking on either side of her clit.
Sure enough, Sarah saw, there were red marks there as though the constant buzzing of the honey pearls had nearly rubbed her raw. She winced a little as Sazar touched her there lightly. Now that he had pointed it out, it really hurt.
“Ouch—that’s awful,” she exclaimed. “Those damn things—Lemesh should have showed me how to turn them off.”
“Yes, she should have. You’re wounded.”
“I guess so.” She winced again, feeling increasingly uncomfortable.
Sazar looked up at her, his eyes drowning deep.
“I can heal you,” he said quietly. “As I healed the wound on your hand and the wounds on your arm when I fed from you.”
“You…you can? With…with your mouth, you mean?” Suddenly her own mouth was as dry as a desert.
Slowly, he nodded. “Oh yes. With my mouth.”
“But…you…you want to do that? I mean, biting the pearls was one thing but…”
“I want to do it, Sarah.” His deep voice was hoarse now. “Gods, how I want to do it. To taste you…to heal you. I haven’t tasted a female in…Gods, so long.”
So he really did want to do it. Sarah could hardly believe it. She’d fantasized briefly about him biting her here but she’d never dreamed he would want to taste her just for the fun of it.
He’s not though—he’s just going to be healing me, she told herself sternly. And as long as the big Kindred was just healing her, there was no harm in it, right?
“All right,” she whispered. “I don’t mind. I guess you can.”
“I’ll need to lick you where you’re injured,” he murmured. “I may even need to take the whole area in my mouth to give it my full attention.”
God, he was talking about sucking her throbbing clit into his mouth and licking all around it!
“Yes,” Sarah breathed, trying to keep the need and eagerness out of her voice. “Yes, I understand. Please…”
“Gods, Sarah…so beautiful. So hot and wet…” His voice was a low, hoarse growl as he leaned forward once more and buried his face between her thighs.
She cried out as she felt the warm, wet tip of his tongue tracing over the places where the vibrating pearls had rubbed her. And then, somehow, her fingers found their way into his thick black hair and she was pressing her hips up to meet him.
Her enthusiasm seemed to make him even more eager. Pulling her back, he hooked his big arms around her thighs, splitting her wide, as he pressed his mouth to her open pussy.
Sarah had never felt so open…so vulnerable…or so hot. Once more the feeling that she was trying to reach some pinnacle overcame her. The hot, wet lapping of his tongue over her tender clit was pushing her higher, taking her there. She was beginning to think she was finally going to reach that elusive peak.
“Sazar,” she moaned, tugging hard on his hair as she thrust up to meet him. “Sazar, oh God, please…”
He looked up, a teasing light in his hot, red eyes.
“I think you’re healed now. Do you want me to stop?”
Sarah could have sobbed with frustration.
“No!” she exclaimed. “No, please. I…I feel like I’m close to…” She groped for words. “Close to something,” she said at last. “I don’t know what it is but if you’ll just lick me a little more…”
His eyes widened. “Close to an orgasm, you mean? Have you never come before, sweetheart?”
“I don’t know…I don’t think so. We weren’t…weren’t supposed to touch ourselves in…at the Compound,” Sarah explained brokenly. “I…I’ve tried before but I can never quite…get there. Wherever there is.”
“I know where it is,” Sazar growled softly. “And I know what you need. Just relax, sweetheart and I’ll take you there.”
Before Sarah could answer, he had fastened his mouth on her pussy again and was lapping her hungrily, dragging the flat of his hot, wet tongue over her open folds and throbbing clit.
The feeling, which had begun to wane as they were talking, came back in full force. Moaning, Sarah bucked her hips upwards, giving herself completely to the amazing sensations he was causing inside her…giving herself utterly to the relentless tide of pleasure which would either lift her to the highest peak…or drown her. She didn’t know which and she no longer cared.
* * * * *
Sazar felt her pussy quivering under his tongue and heard the soft, helpless, broken sounds that came from her as he lapped and sucked her sweet folds. Gods, she tasted good! All Kindred have an innate need to taste their females and give pleasure with their mouths and he hadn’t been with a female for well over a year. In a way, he had been as thirsty for this as he had been for blood. And Sarah was giving it to him…giving as freely and as openly as she gave her blood. Gods, what a female!
Mine, he thought as he circled her tender clit with his tongue, being careful not to cut her with his fangs. She’s mine and I’ll never let her go!
Then Sarah cried out sharply and her inner walls began to contract and quiver. Sazar tasted fresh wetness from her sweet folds and her fingers in his hair tightened.
He lapped her honey up eagerly, savoring her secret flavor, loving the way she pulled at his hair and bucked up to meet his tongue. If this was truly her first orgasm, it was an incredibly strong one. She couldn’t seem to stop moaning and her body was writhing all over the chair so much he had to hold her in place with his arms or she would have fallen off and landed on the floor.
At last, however, she stopped her restless movements and lay back, panting her lovely hazel eyes closed as if from exhaustion.
“Oh Sazar…” she whispered, turning his name into a prayer. “Sazar that was amazing…just amazing.”
“You’re amazing, sweetheart.” He placed one last gentle kiss on her swollen clit and rose to gather her into his arms. Now that her pain and her pleasure both were over, she seemed exhausted and could hardly keep her eyes open. Well, it had been an extremely long day.
Poor little human.
He cuddled her close to his chest, feelings of protective possessiveness rising so fast they nearly drowned him. Gods, she was so beautiful. And she was his—all his.
“Thank…you,” she whispered and yawned. “I’ve never…never felt anything like that before. So good…” She yawned again.
“It’s time you got to bed,” Sazar murmured. With one hand he pulled back the aquamarine coverlet, revealing soft pale blue sheets beneath. He slid Sarah gently between them and she barely protested at all. All the emotion of the day had worn her out.
He kissed her gently on the lips, sharing a bit of her secret flavor with her, and then pulled the coverlet up to her shoulders. His shaft was still throbbing between his thighs but he could take care of that later—and he fully intended to while he relived the experience of tasting Sarah’s sweet pussy and feeling her come all over his face.
Mine, he thought again, reaching down to stroke her flushed cheek. You’re mine, Sarah and I’ll never let you go…