Nallah took a deep breath as she looked at herself in the mirror. She wasn’t wearing a sex garment tonight. Instead she was bare with only a short, silky robe to cover her nakedness.
Was she pleasing enough? Would Harryx accept her submission tonight? More importantly, did she want him to accept it? She had so many bad memories of past submissions—times when her husband had been rough and cruel. But he was kinder now, gentler—almost like a completely different person.
He had refused her submission the night before.
When they had come home from eating, Nallah had gone to clean up the kitchen and the ruined remains of the uneaten dinner. Afterwards she had showered and changed into one of her sex garments—a pale peach one which nearly blended with her own skin tones—and then went to find Harryx.
He had been wearing his black sleep trousers and nothing else, staring at himself in the full length mirror in their sleeping chamber. There was a bemused look on his face and Nallah had wondered what he was thinking. It was impossible to tell from his expression.
As always, when she was about to submit, her heart started pounding. Would this be the moment when his kindness came to an end? When he reverted to his cruel past self? Or would he be gentle with her for once?
Harryx saw her watching him in the mirror and turned around to face her, sucking in a breath as his eyes roved over her mostly exposed body.
“Hello, sweetheart. What are you up to?”
Nallah went to him and dropped gracefully to her knees at his feet.
“Oh my husband,” she said in a trembling voice. “I offer you myself as is right and proper. How would you use me this night?”
“Gods…” Harryx looked away, seeming almost to tear his eyes from her, and shook his head. “Not going to use you, sweetheart. You’ve had enough of that.”
“But…my husband…” Nallah couldn’t say how she felt about his refusal to accept her submission. The night before all she had felt was relief. Now…she wasn’t sure what to feel. “Do…do you not want me?” she asked uncertainly.
Though Harryx had always used her hard and without a shred of tenderness in the past, at least the fact that he used her had given her a measure of peace. Generally a man who used his wife on a regular basis wasn’t actively looking to trade her in for another woman.
“Of course I want you,” he said roughly. “Look at you—you’re fucking gorgeous, baby! With your full, beautiful breasts and that ripe little pussy… But I don’t want to hurt you—don’t want to scare you.”
“I…I’m not scared,” Nallah whispered but her faltering voice gave her away. No matter how kind and gentle he had been for the past two days, the memory of the many, many times he had used her roughly in the past three years still rose up before her and filled her with fear.
“Of course you’re scared,” Harryx growled. “Why wouldn’t you be after what’s probably happened in the past? I’m sure he…I mean I was…was rough with you more than once.”
“It’s all right.” Nallah looked down at her hands. “A wife’s body is only for her husband’s pleasure. It’s not required or necessary that he be gentle or kind.”
“Goddess above.” Harryx sounded genuinely upset. “Your body is your own, sweetheart! To do with as you please. It’s not for some sadistic bastard to use like some kind of fucking sex doll whenever he has an itch to scratch.”
Nallah shook her head, uncomprehending.
“But…but a wife must submit,” she faltered.
Harryx sighed deeply. “I tell you what—how about if I just hold you tonight? Would that be all right?”
“You just want to…to hold me?” The concept was a foreign one to Nallah. Harryx had never once tried to hug or hold her. When they went to bed at night, he rolled immediately onto his side and went to sleep. Not once had he shown any interest in hugging or kissing or being close. But now he was proposing to hold her in the bed without using her or accepting her submission. It seemed so strange…so out of character for her husband. But then, everything he’d done since he woke from his coma had been out of character.
“Let me just hold you against me,” Harryx said to her, interrupting her confused thoughts. “Let me show you I can be gentle, baby. That being close doesn’t have to mean being hurt. Would that be okay?”
“I…” Nallah looked up at him shyly. “I think I’d like that,” she said softly. “Would you like me to change into something else, oh my husband?”
“If you want to,” Harryx told her. “Wear whatever makes you comfortable, baby.”
As he spoke the sweet, uncharacteristic words, his eyes seemed to darken again. And again, Nallah wondered if it was a trick of the light, but she didn’t dare ask about it.
“All right,” she said softly. “I…maybe I should keep my sex garment on. In case…in case you change your mind.” She didn’t know if she wanted him to change his mind or not. She did know, though, that for the first time in their marriage the idea of being close to her husband in bed held appeal.
“If that’s how you want it, baby.” Coming towards her, Harryx had pulled her close so that her cheek was pressed to his muscular chest and carded his long fingers gently through her hair. “Gods, you’re gorgeous,” he murmured, tilting her chin up so he could look into her eyes. “The most beautiful female I’ve ever seen.”
Nallah’s heart seemed to skip a beat in her chest. This was how she had dreamed things would be on her wedding night, before she was married and had learned the awful truth of a wife’s sexual submission. She had dreamed of Harryx being gentle and kind and telling her she was beautiful. Had hoped that he would find her as pleasing as she found him.
“Thank you, oh my husband,” she whispered rather breathlessly.
“Can I kiss you, baby?” he murmured, still looking into her eyes with his that velvety black gaze. “Would you feel comfortable letting me do that?”
Nallah felt her breath catch in her throat. “Do you mean…on the mouth?”
Slowly, he nodded. “Unless it makes you uncomfortable.”
“No, I…” Nallah licked her lips. “I think it would be all right.” The very fact that her husband was asking to kiss her made her heart thump harder. Harryx had never shown interest in such things before—though he had bitten her a few times.
No, I won’t think of that now. He’s different now—like a whole different person, she told herself sternly, pushing the bad memories away.
“Thank you for trusting me,” Harryx murmured. Then he cupped her face in his big warm hands and lowered his mouth to hers.
His lips were tender as they took hers—barely brushing at first, more a whisper of breath than a kiss. Then, slowly, he deepened the contact, tilting his head to fit his mouth to hers more fully. To her surprise, Nallah found she was kissing him back, standing on her tiptoes with her arms around his waist to get more of his mouth on hers.
Harryx made a noise in his chest that was half a growl of need and half a groan of desire and then stroked the seam of her lips gently with the tip of his tongue. Understanding what he wanted, Nallah parted for him, welcoming him into her body for the first time of her own volition.
Her heart, starved for love for so long, seemed to pound against the cage of her ribs as he stroked her tongue with his, kissing her with a passionate intensity she had only dreamed of. He invited her to taste him too, drawing her tongue into his mouth to suck it gently, letting her explore him as he explored her, all the while running his big, warm hands over her shoulders and back, causing her body to react in ways she had never felt before.
At last Harryx broke the kiss and looked deeply into her eyes.
“Come on, baby.” His deep voice was hoarse with need and his dark eyes smoldered. “Let’s go to bed and cuddle.”
“Yes,” Nallah breathed, much more eagerly than she had before. “Yes, Harryx, please.”
Reaching down, he swung her up into his strong arms, making her give a surprised little gasp. Then he took her to the bed and laid her down, tucking her under the covers before he got in beside her.
When they were both settled comfortably, he pulled her to him and continued to stroke her back and shoulders, making her feel warm and cared for. Then he kissed her again…and again and again. Long, slow, passionate kisses so tender and sweet they took her breath away and left her aching for more.
To Nallah it was almost unbelievable. This was what she had dreamed love-making would be like when she was still a virgin girl, before Harryx had bought her and used her so hard and remorselessly. But he was changed now—completely different from what he had been. He was sweet and considerate and compassionate now. It was as though he was looking inside her head and making her fantasies come true, one slow, tender kiss at a time.
After a while she had become restless in his arms. The slow, hot kisses seemed to make her long for more, but she didn’t know how to ask for it. Her nipples felt tight and achy at the tips of her breasts and between her thighs she felt her sex throb with unaccustomed need and wetness.
“Harryx,” she whispered, shifting against him. “I feel…I…I don’t know what I feel.”
“Arousal? Desire?” he suggested in a soft, deep voice. His eyes in the dimly lit room were as black as night.
“I…I don’t know what that feels like,” Nallah admitted.
“Of course you don’t.” He sounded half angry although she knew instinctively the anger wasn’t directed at her. “You’ve never been allowed to know.” He stroked her hair away from her face and looked at her directly. “Tell me this, sweetheart—are your nipples feeling more sensitive? Does it feel good when I do this?”
As he spoke, he brushed his fingertips gently over her tender peaks, drawing a little gasp of pleasure from Nallah. Why did it feel so good when he touched her so lightly like that? In the past her husband had paid no attention to her nipples except to pinch and twist them cruelly sometimes when he was taking her. Then she had felt nothing but pain and shame. But now, when he just barely touched her it was as though an electrical spark had gone through her—a line of pleasure that seemed to shoot from her tight pink peaks straight to the aching area between her thighs.
Harryx was watching her closely, as though gauging her reaction.
“Does that feel good, baby?” he murmured again. “Or do you want me to stop?”
“It…it does feel good,” Nallah admitted. “Please, oh my husband, don’t stop.”
He brushed his fingertips over her nipples, stroking them through the thin fabric of her sex garment, circling them lightly until she moaned and arched her back, not sure what else to do because the feelings inside her were growing so strong.
“My husband,” she gasped, moving against him. “Please, I don’t…I can’t…I don’t know what to do.”
“Why don’t you touch yourself?” The suggestion, uttered in his deep, dark voice made her tremble all over.
“Touch…touch myself?” Nallah had an idea she knew what he meant but it was so forbidden it was hard to believe he had suggested it. An unmarried girl caught in this act could have one or several fingers chopped of as retribution and a married woman caught at it would immediately become one of the Disgraced. “Do you mean…between my legs?” she asked him.
“Of course, between your legs, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Spread your thighs and pet that soft little pussy of yours. Make yourself feel good.”
“But…” Nallah felt a confused turmoil of emotions fill her. Shame, need, fear, desire… “But it’s forbidden,” she said at last. “A woman’s body is only for her husband. We are never supposed to give ourselves pleasure. We are not even supposed to touch ourselves between our legs except out of necessity.”
“I’d say this is a necessity,” Harryx had growled softly. “It’s necessary for you to take back your body, sweetheart. Learn that you belong to yourself and you can give yourself pleasure.”
“But…” Nallah bit her lip, still uncertain. “But I shouldn’t.”
“Do you want to?” he countered. “Do you want to touch yourself and make yourself feel good, baby?”
His deep, soft words in her ear and the gentle way he was still stroking her nipples make Nallah shift and squirm and squeeze her thighs together tightly. Her pussy felt so achy—so wet and swollen with need. Did she want to touch herself?
“Yes,” she whispered at last. “Yes, I…I wish I could.”
“All right…” Harryx had shifted so that he was cradling her more fully in his arms. “I shouldn’t have to do this but… as your husband I give you permission to touch yourself. In fact, I want to see you touch yourself, Nallah.”
Her breath seemed to catch in her throat.
“You…you do?”
Slowly, he nodded. “So will you do it for me? Will you spread your thighs and slip those sweet little fingers into your pussy slit and make yourself feel good, baby?”
“Oh, my husband…” Her words came out in a breathless moan. When Harryx looked at her like that with his eyes so dark and full of emotion, it was almost as though someone else was looking at her—someone who knew exactly what she wanted…what she needed…
“Here.” Lifting her small hand, he sucked her first two fingers into his warm mouth, getting them wet before releasing them. “To get you started,” he explained as Nallah looked at him with wide eyes. “Go on, baby—touch yourself.”
Nallah parted her thighs and reached with a trembling hand between them, feeling for the slit in the crotch of the sex garment she wore. Her fingers shook as they slipped between her swollen pussy lips—this was so forbidden, so wrong—but then she gave a little gasp of surprised pleasure as the guilt flew right out of her head. Her seeking fingertips had brushed over something at the center of her pussy—a tight little bundle of nerves that was so sensitive it gave her an immediate sensation of pleasure when she touched it.
“Mmmm…” Harryx growled in her ear. “Found your clit, did you, baby? Go on—touch it again.”
Obeying him eagerly, Nallah let her fingertips slide over the achy little button once more. She moaned as her hips bucked up, seeming of their own volition, her body reacting to the light touch as though she’d been struck by lightning.
“That’s right, baby,” Harryx urged gently, still stroking her nipples. “Pet your little pussy. Explore yourself and see what feels good. Give yourself pleasure—I want you to.”
Having the permission of her husband made Nallah able to continue pleasuring herself. Though half of her still felt guilty and warned that what she was doing was forbidden, the other half whispered that it was all right because Harryx said it was.
It’s okay, she reassured herself as he murmured in her ear how beautiful she was and urged her on while his big, warm hands stroked over her breasts and nipples. My husband has told me to do this—I must obey his orders. I cannot be punished for doing as he says. It’s all right.
Her fingers flew faster and the feeling that something was building inside her began to grow. Some power…some pleasure so deep it would change everything if only it could grow big enough to overwhelm her.
“So beautiful,” Harryx whispered in her ear, tugging very lightly at her tight nipples. “So fucking gorgeous when you spread your thighs and pet that sweet little pussy of yours, baby. Gods, I wish I was between your legs right now, tasting all that sweet honey you’re making.”
“You…you do?” The idea of him down between her thighs, lapping her throbbing pussy seemed to do something to Nallah inside. The image was so clear in her head—yet so subversive, so shocking—that she felt both stunned and intrigued at the same time. A female was often supposed to use her mouth to give pleasure to her husband during submission. But a man would never use his mouth on his wife in a similar way—it would bring him lower than her. It would be shameful and wrong.
If it’s wrong then why does the very idea make you tremble inside? whispered a little voice in her head. And why does Harryx speak of it with such longing?
“You…you would do that?” she gasped as her fingers flew faster, instinctively finding the right way to stroke herself to build the pleasure higher.
“Gods, yes,” he groaned in her ear. “Love to taste your sweet little pussy, baby. Love to lap your hot little cunt while you come and come and come…”
“I…I don’t know what…what you mean by while I…I come,” Nallah gasped but just then she felt the power that had been building explode—like a dying star bursting inside her. “Ah…ah!” she cried, her back arching, her toes curling as the explosion went on and on.
“That’s coming,” Harryx growled in her ear as his fingers tightened on her nipples, somehow increasing the pleasure. “That’s right, baby—let it go and let yourself come. Come hard all over those soft little fingers. God, I wish you were coming on my face…coming on my tongue…”
When she finished coming, as Harryx called it, he licked her fingers clean, murmuring that her honey tasted so sweet, and then he had tucked her into the crook of his arm and Nallah had fallen asleep with her head on his chest.
Still staring at herself in the mirror, Nallah shivered a little as she remembered everything that had happened the night before…and wondered what might happen tonight.
* * * * *
Standing in the fresher, putting on his sleep trousers, Reeve was wondering the same thing. What, if anything, should happen tonight between himself and Nallah? He had promised himself that he wouldn’t touch another male’s wife but the urge to show her some tenderness, which she had clearly never had before, had been too much for him to deny the night before.
Holding her in his arms, urging her to explore herself and watching her come had been one of the most intensely erotic experiences of Reeve’s life. He had wanted badly to stroke her soft pussy and give her pleasure himself but two things had held him back.
First and foremost, he wasn’t certain how Nallah would react to his hands in such an intimate area. He had the idea that Harryx had hurt her during sex in the past—possibly quite badly—and he didn’t want to turn her off or frighten her. Secondly, he wanted her to see that she could give herself pleasure—to regain control over her own body.
All her life she had been taught that her needs and wishes and wants were secondary to the man in her life—that she was only an object to be used. Reeve wanted her to see that she was more than that—that she was her own person and her body was her own to do with as she wished.
By bringing herself pleasure—making herself come—he hoped she had learned, at least a little, that she was worthy of sexual pleasure and capable of giving it to herself.
Plus, it had been fucking hot to hold her in his arms and watch her pant and moan and writhe all over the place while she stroked between her thighs. The only thing that would have made him hotter was getting on his knees to lap her sweet little cunt while she came all over his face.
He tried to push the image away. He didn’t want to do anything Nallah didn’t want him to do. She’d been hurt enough in her young life and he refused to add to that hurt.
That was why he hadn’t even touched himself after she finished. He hadn’t wanted to frighten her or make her think she had to submit to his sexual needs, as she had doubtless submitted to Harryx every night of their married life. Instead, he had waited until she was deep asleep and then allowed himself to leave his host’s body and fly back to the Mother Ship to his own.
Reeve frowned when he remembered what had happened when he reached his own unconscious form. For a moment—a fucking long and scary moment—he had hovered over his body, unable to re-enter it. He could see Olivia sitting in the corner with a book and he could see his body, laid out unconscious beneath him, but for some reason he couldn’t get into it—it was like there was an invisible wall between them getting in the way.
It had been a frightening moment but at last he had felt the invisible barrier between his soul and his body melt away and he had been able to slip inside himself again, his spiritual and his corporeal forms becoming one again.
He hadn’t mentioned the trouble to Olivia but Reeve thought he knew what might be causing it—he was spending too much time outside his own body and his soul was integrating too much with his host body. He had heard of such a disconnect happening to snatchers before but had always assumed it was just a legend—probably made up to scare M-Switch Kindred from using their abilities in the first place.
Now, he wondered. Was this going to be a problem for him again in the near future? Reeve certainly hoped not. Just to be certain, he made himself spend an entire solar hour in his own body, talking to Olivia and then to Sylvan, when he came in, explaining the situation and how he would have to wait a few more days before he could gain access to the wormhole tech.
The whole time he’d been back in his own body, however, he had been itching to get back to Hascion Five—back to Nallah. What if she woke up in the middle of the night and thought he was back in a coma or dead? Or worse than that, what if Harryx suddenly woke up out of his coma? What awful thing would the abusive bastard do to Nallah if he got the chance?
To his relief, Reeve had found everything just as he left it when he finally returned to slip inside his host. Nallah had been sleeping peacefully on his chest and Harryx’s body hadn’t moved an inch. With a feeling that he had narrowly avoided trouble, Reeve had settled the sweet little female he was coming to care for so much, more comfortably in his arms and allowed himself to drift off to sleep.
When the two of them woke up the next morning, Nallah had smiled at him shyly and she hadn’t flinched once when he reached for her. As Reeve gathered her to his chest and breathed in the sweet scent of her gold and silver hair, he reflected on what a loving heart she had. How many females could or would forgive the awful things Harryx had done to Nallah? The way he had hurt her and beat her and killed her pet—the man was a complete bastard! Yet Nallah was so kind and forgiving—and probably so starved for love and tenderness—that she was willing to give him a second chance despite all his evil and abusiveness.
Harryx, you asshole, Reeve had thought at his sleeping host. You have no idea how lucky you are. You don’t deserve a female as sweet and beautiful as Nallah and she sure as hell doesn’t deserve to be saddled with you.
After a delicious breakfast—Reeve had the feeling that Nallah was going out of the way to prove she really was a good cook, despite the burned meal of the night before—he had asked her what people did for fun on Hascion Five.
Hesitantly, Nallah had mentioned a kind of amusement park—a place with rides and games and shows that her father had taken her and her sister to once when she was younger.
It sounded like a good way to spend the day to Reeve and besides, it was clear that Nallah needed a little fun in her life. They spent the day soaring high over the city on a circular swing, eating too-sweet tsel-fluff from a tall, narrow cone, and laughing as Reeve attempted to win Nallah a stuffed lanna toy at a game of chance and skill where he had to shoot as many targets with a toy blaster as possible.
The place had reminded Reeve a little of a carnival he had attended once on Earth and it had thrilled him to see the pure, undiluted joy in Nallah’s lovely eyes as they rode the rides and played the games together. There were other males there with their wives as well as parents with their children. It was, for the most part, a happy place.
It had occurred to Reeve that not all of Hascion Five was bad—there were males who genuinely loved their wives and treated them decently. However, the way their society was structured, it was too easy for a male to mistreat and abuse those that were weaker than him. And since the Hascions didn’t have Kindred DNA or ideals which led to a reverence and protectiveness of females, they were twice as likely to commit abuses.
Absolute power corrupts absolutely, Reeve had thought, as he looked past the happy, smiling faces to a male who was shouting at his wife. The poor female appeared to be trying hard not to cry, her eyes glistening as her mouth quivered unhappily under her lace veil.
Something needed to change here on Hascion Five. Women had no power at all and no escape if their males were abusive. If only someone could help them—take them away from this awful place as he longed to take Nallah…
Remembering his thoughts at the carnival that day snapped Reeve back to the present. Did he want to take Nallah away from here? And could he do it? Would she want to go? What would she think if she found out the truth—that it wasn’t her husband touching her so gently—that it was a stranger in Harryx’s body who had fallen in love with her?
Fallen in love? Have you really fallen in love with her? whispered a little voice in his head. What are you thinking of Reeve? You’re here to complete a mission, not fall in love. Especially not with another male’s wife! What’s wrong with you?
But he couldn’t shake the feeling that had been growing inside him—the feeling that Nallah didn’t belong with the brutish, cruel host he was in. Harryx didn’t deserve her.
She ought to be mine, whispered a growling, possessive voice in Reeve’s head. Mine and not his. He doesn’t know how to appreciate her—doesn’t do anything but beat and abuse her. Mine, she ought to be mine!
“My husband?”
The soft, tentative voice behind him made her turn to see Nallah standing there. Tonight she was clad, not in a sex garment, but in a soft, silky robe which ended at mid thigh. Though the robe, which was deep silver, was belted loosely around her waist, it was clear she had on nothing beneath it.
Reeve sucked in a breath. Goddess help me! he thought, looking at the way her tight little nipples poked out under the thin, silky fabric. Help me be gentle—help me be careful and control myself.
He was well aware that the body he was in had a build up of sexual tension since he had never relieved himself after teaching Nallah to touch herself the night before. Now he wished he had slipped into the fresher and jerked off once or twice. Just looking at the soft, curvy little female made him so hard it felt like his cock was going to burst.
Still, he needed to be gentle with her—needed to be sweet, he reminded himself. If he pushed her or frightened her, he was no better than the bastard whose body he was currently wearing.
“Hi, sweetheart,” he said, trying to keep the growl of need out of his voice. “Ready for bed?”
“Not…not until I offer you my submission.” She came forward and opened her robe, showing him her bare body before she knelt at his feet, as she had the night before. Looking up at him, she asked, “Oh my husband, how do you wish to use me tonight?”
“Gods, baby.” Reaching down, he lifted her back to her feet. “Told you,” he said thickly, “I’m not going to use you. I’m different now. Not going to do that to you anymore.”
“So you reject my submission again?” There was a troubled look in her golden eyes which Reeve struggled to understand. Surely she didn’t want to be hurt or taken roughly the way Harryx had probably taken her. So why was she so upset that he refused to “use” her as she put it?
“Is that a problem, sweetheart?” he asked, looking into her eyes.
“No, of course not, my husband.” Nallah bit her lip, looking down at her hands. “It’s just that…”
“Just that what?” Reeve prompted gently when she trailed off.
“Just that when a man refuses his wife’s submission several times in a row it usually means he’s looking for a new wife,” she finished in a rush. She glanced up at him, her eyes filled with fear. “Are you…do I not please you anymore, my husband? Do you wish to find a new wife who pleases you more?”
“What?” Reeve could scarcely believe his ears. “Baby, there’s nobody who can please me more than you,” he exclaimed, taking her by the shoulders and looking her in the eye. “Nobody. Of course I’m not looking for a new wife.”
“Oh.” Nallah bit her lip again and looked down. “I just thought…”
Reeve frowned in frustration. Clearly she wasn’t sure if she could trust him or not—not that he could blame her after some of the things Harryx had put her through. But he still didn’t want to hurt or scare her. Suddenly he had an idea.
“I tell you what, baby,” he murmured, lifting her chin so that he was looking into her eyes again. “How about if I offer you a submission tonight instead?”
“What?” Nallah shook her head, clearly not understanding.
“Let me please you tonight.” Reeve sank to the floor at her feet, kneeling before her just as she had knelt before him moments ago. He took a moment to place a soft, sucking kiss on one of her bare nipples, feeling the little point harden against his tongue and then placed a second kiss on the other. “Let me bring you pleasure,” he murmured.
“Oh!” Nallah moaned and he felt her soft little fingers carding through his hair as he sucked and licked her tender peaks gently. At last he released her second nipple and then, slowly, he trailed a line of soft kisses down her abdomen, ending at the place just above her mound.
Looking up at her he said softly, “Let me taste you, baby.”
Nallah’s breath seemed to catch in her slender throat. “You…you mean taste my…taste me there?” She looked down at herself uncertainly to where the silky robe had fallen open, revealing the soft, smooth skin of her abdomen and after that, the rounded mound of her pussy.
“That’s exactly what I want to do.” Reeve tried to keep the hunger out of his voice—though he wasn’t completely successful. Gods, he wanted her!
“But…husbands do not lower themselves in that way to wives,” Nallah protested, still sounding rather breathless, Reeve thought. “And besides, how could it bring you pleasure?”
“Your pleasure is my pleasure, baby,” Reeve assured her. Slowly he drew her robe further part, baring her completely. Looking up into her face to gage her reaction, he placed a soft, gentle kiss on the apex of her sex, just at the top of her slit. “Will you let me taste you tonight, Nallah?” he murmured. “Will you spread your soft little pussy for me and let me lap your sweet honey?”
“Oh!” It came out as almost a moan and he could see the uncertainty leaving her face to be replaced by the same need he felt himself. It was all about giving her the choice, Reeve thought to himself. All about asking instead of forcing.
“Please, Nallah,” he murmured, stroking gently up her naked thighs to cup her rounded ass cheeks. “Please let me taste your pussy.”
“All…all right,” she whispered at last, still looking half disbelieving. “If…if you really want to, my husband.”
Reeve had never wanted anything more in his life.
“Gods, yes,” he growled softly. Rising to his feet, he swung her into his arms and kissed her mouth tenderly but thoroughly. Then he brought her to the bed and laid her down so that her lower legs hung off the end.
Nallah watched uncertainly, propped on her forearms as he arranged the pillows—several under her head so she could watch what he was doing and one on the floor for him to kneel on. He intended to take his time with her and a hard floor could be rough on the knees.
“My husband?” she said, making the title into a question as he knelt before her and got between her thighs.
“Yes, baby?” Reeve looked up at her, taking in the gorgeous sight of her full, round breasts with their tight nipples and her little pink pussy slit already spreading to show the treasures inside.
“Are…are you certain you want to do this?” Nallah still seemed to be having a hard time believing it.
Reeve could guess why. The Hascions probably had some kind of rule about how a male could never go down on a female. Once again, the exact opposite of Kindred who not only wanted to taste their chosen female’s pussy—they actually needed to.
“Baby,” he murmured, tearing his eyes from her lush, curvy body and looking into her eyes. “I’ve never wanted to do anything more. Unless you want me to stop. In which case, I promise I will. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to do.”
“No, it…it’s all right,” she assured him, her cheeks flushing with what he thought must be a mixture of shame and desire. “If…if you truly wish to taste me, I will be open to you, my husband. I will…submit to you in all ways.”
“I only want you to submit to what you want,” Reeve told her sternly. “Do you want this, baby?” Leaning down, he placed a soft, open mouthed kiss over her half-parted slit, letting his lips linger on the tight little button of her clit. Then he looked up at her again. “Do you?”’
“Yes.” Nallah nodded but it was her body as much as her words which finally convinced Reeve it was all right to continue. Her thighs had fallen all the way open, her breasts were heaving, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were heavy-lidded in anticipation of the pleasure he would give her. Gods, but he loved to see her laid out like this for him—a visual feast as well as a literal one—he couldn’t wait to taste her.
But he didn’t want to scare her either—he still needed to take things slow.
Accordingly, he didn’t dive right in and start lapping her swollen pussy at once. Instead, he lifted her legs and kissed the undersides of her knees…then her inner thighs, sliding his tongue gently up and down her sensitive flesh, taking his time getting to where he so desperately wanted to be.
“Oh,” he heard Nallah murmuring. “Oh my…”
Reeve looked up for a moment.
“Just relax, baby,” he muttered thickly. “Just relax and let me take my time tasting you. This is too good to rush.”
Her answer was a soft moan and the tentative touch of her hand in his hair. Reeve lifted his head and rubbed against her palm, almost as though he was one of her pets. Touch me while I taste you, the gesture said. Don’t be afraid—take what you want.
Nallah moaned and stroked his head more firmly, letting her fingers ruffle through his hair as he kissed his way up her thighs until he finally reached her pussy. She was getting wet by now, he saw with approval. Her outer pussy lips were swollen with need and they were spreading open, showing her pink inner cunt which was glistening with her juices. His sweet, curvy little Nallah was definitely ready to be tongue-fucked.
Still he took his time, sucking first one outer lip into his mouth and then the other, bathing the outside of her pussy with his tongue, lapping and sucking her outer areas until she moaned restlessly and shifted her hips towards him, mutely asking for more.
Reeve was more than happy to give it to her. Spreading her pussy lips with his thumbs, he finally allowed himself to dive in. Starting at the dripping entrance to her pussy, he dragged his tongue upward, lapping her soft inner cunt, thirstily gathering as much of her sweet, salty honey as he could.
Gods, she tasted good! He could feel a low groan of pure need rising in his throat as he gave himself to the pleasure of giving her pleasure—of tasting and licking her. He was careful to keep an eye on her though—gauging her reaction every step of the way, making certain she was still with him, still enjoying this.
He needn’t have worried. Nallah seemed to be really enjoying having her pussy eaten for the first time. She was moaning openly now, both her little hands twisted in his hair as she thrust her hips up to let him lap her open pussy more fully. Soft little moans were coming from her lush, parted lips and her nipples were so tight and hard Reeve wished he could suck them as well to ease the ache which must have gathered in their sensitive tips.
But for now he was completely focused on her pussy. It was open completely for him now—showing her sweet pink insides as well as her throbbing clit which seemed to be begging for his attention.
Reeve was more than happy to honor the mute request. Sucking the little bud between his lips, he traced it with his tongue, making Nallah cry out and buck her hips, her fingers tightening in his hair as she ground her open pussy against his mouth.
Gods, that’s right, baby, he thought, wishing he had a link with her as all Kindred did with their mates so he could tell her what he was thinking. That’s right—ride my face. Use me for your pleasure. Open that sweet little pussy for me and let me lap up all your honey—all your juices.
“Oh…oh!” she was moaning over and over. “Oh, I think…think I’m going to come like I did last night. Please, oh my husband…please don’t stop!” she begged, tugging even harder at his hair.
Reeve knew what that meant—he needed to keep doing exactly what he was doing, only just a little harder. He sucked her clit deeper into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and around the little bud in a slightly faster rhythm. He wanted to make her come in his mouth—no, he fucking needed to. Needed to feel her bucking against him while her pussy trembled and spasmed against his lips and she gushed her honey into his mouth.
At last, with a gasping cry, Nallah did exactly that. He felt her clit throb against his tongue and then she was shaking uncontrollably, her body tilting over the edge in response to his relentless licking. Her inner pussy spasmed and he tasted fresh honey when he lapped lower between her thighs—tasted it right from the source as she came just for him.
With a low groan, Reeve realized he couldn’t hold back anymore. His cock felt like a hot bar of iron between his legs and he was ready to explode. He reached between his thighs, gripped his shaft and pumped twice before he was overflowing, coming as hard as the soft, curvy little female he was starting to love came too, her pussy trembling under his tongue.
“Oh!” Nallah moaned, bucking against him again. “Oh, yes…please, yes!”
Gods, was she about to come again? The thought made Reeve hard once more, despite the fact that he had just finished coming.
Wanting to increase her pleasure, he reached up and slid two fingers deep in her channel, meaning to make her even hotter for her second orgasm.
But his penetration had a wholly unintended effect. Nallah’s thighs clamped shut and her moans of pleasure stopped as though cut off by a knife. Her whole body seemed to stiffen and shut down and Reeve could feel the tension in her muscles—not of pleasure but of fear.
“Nallah?” He withdrew at once but it was too late, her eyes were cloudy with uncertainty and fright.
Reeve looked at her anxiously. What had happened? Had his sudden penetration scared her that much?
“I’m sorry, baby,” he said, getting out from between her legs and going to sit beside her on the bed. “I should have asked before I penetrated you. I didn’t know…didn’t think…”
“It’s all right, oh my husband,” she whispered. But it was clear from the set of her mouth—the corners forced up into a trembling approximation of a smile—and the look in her eyes as well as the tension all through her small body that nothing could be farther from the truth.
“Bullshit, you’re not all right,” Reeve said frowning. “Please, sweetheart, tell me what’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing.” She shook her head. “Only that…that it made me think of…of the last time you were…were punishing me. That’s all. It…startled me.”
And pulled her completely out of the moment and shut her down, Reeve thought, frowning. What had Harryx done to her that was so awful? He really didn’t want to know…yet he thought it was time to find out.
First, though, he needed to comfort Nallah and help her feel comfortable in his arms again—as comfortable as she could feel in the arms of a man who had hurt her deeply, that was.
Not for the last time, Reeve cursed his host. What kind of a bastard was Harryx Parokk? And how could Reeve ever get past what he had done to Nallah to win her trust again?