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  “Do you like that?” Alanah asked softly. “Does it feel good to have my lips on you?” She didn’t know where she’d gotten such boldness but somehow it seemed natural to touch and kiss her giant so.

  “You know that I do,” he growled softly. “Your hot little mouth feels so good on me, little one.”

  “I’m glad,” Alanah murmured. She liked the idea of giving her giant pleasure, just as he had given her the night before. There was a drop of something clear on the tip of his shaft, right where the tiny slit was. “Is this your seed?” She asked.

  “It will be—it’s part of my male essence.” His deep voice sounded hoarse. “It’s what I need to rub against you—rub into you—to help you bloom.”

  “Mmm…” Alanah liked the idea of the broad head rubbing her most sensitive areas. “Can…can I taste it?” she asked, stroking his shaft up and down with both hands. Gods, he was so long and thick!

  “Yes, little one” Bram groaned. “In fact, it’s a good idea to get as much of my essence—my precum, we call it—in and on you as possible if this ritual is going to work.”

  “In that case…” Alanah bent her head—she didn’t have to bend far due to their size difference—and lapped at the head of his shaft, letting her tongue explore the tiny slit and tasting the salty essence he’d called precum. Then she sucked him—taking only the head into her mouth, since there was no way she could fit the thick shaft—trying to get more of it.

  “Gods, little one—be careful!” Bram groaned. “You’ll make me come down your throat and I don’t want to scare you.”

  Reluctantly, Alanah pulled away and looked up at him.

  “I’m not scared of you, Bram,” she murmured. “Though you are a giant, you’re my giant.” She stroked him again, up and down, coaxing another droplet of precum to the tip of his shaft so she could suck it away. “I want so much to be open for you,” she told him earnestly. “I want all of this inside me, Bram, all of you inside me.” She measured his shaft, sliding her hands over his thick, throbbing length. It was fully erect now and would have been a daunting sight if she hadn’t wanted him so badly. “I want to bloom so you can fill me with yourself,” she whispered.

  He groaned softly and leaned down to capture her mouth, tasting his own essence on her lips.

  “And you will bloom, little one. We’ll see to that. Come on—let’s go into the bathing pool.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Bram couldn’t believe how beautiful and brave his princess was. The feeling of her little hands stroking up and down his cock had nearly driven him crazy. And the feel of her hot mouth, sucking at the head, trying to get as much of his precum as she could, had nearly made him shoot.

  But he wanted to prolong this pleasure. Indeed, he needed to if he ever wanted to make her bloom. And Goddess, he wanted that more than anything—wanted her to bloom for him.

  Once into the warm waters of the bathing pool, Alanah’s thin white gown clung to her even more, making his mouth water, he wanted her so badly. Though he was tempted to take it off her at once so that he could feel her soft, firm breasts and luscious curves, Bram took Alanah in his arms once more and kissed her instead. Gods, she felt so good against him—so right. And the more he kissed her and tasted her mouth, the more open she became to him.

  At last, when she was openly moaning and pressing herself against him, he reached for the hem of her gown.

  “I think it’s time to take this off now, don’t you?” he murmured.

  “Yes…yes, I guess so.” She looked up at him, her gray eyes still a little shy but hot too—needy in the same way he felt needy for her.

  Bram helped her pull it over her head and then took her hand and led her to the deep end of the bathing pool where there was a ledge to sit on. Alanah had to cling to him part of the way because the water would have gone over her head but once he was seated, he drew her to him.

  “Now what?” she asked, somewhat breathlessly. Her long hair was wet and sleek and her eyes looked huge with uncertainty and desire.

  “Now you’re going to sit on my lap so I can wash you,” Bram told her.

  “All right.” Alanah perched herself on his knees demurely but he shook his head.

  “No, not like that, little one. Like this.”

  Lifting her, he placed her so that she straddled him with her back to his front. He made certain his shaft was between her legs so that it stuck out in front of her and her soft little pussy rested against the thick base of it.

  “Oh!” Alanah turned her head to look up at him. “Is this…is this all right? I’m not hurting you, am I?”

  “By pressing your sweet pussy against my shaft?” He rumbled laughter. “Hardly, little one. “Just try and relax—I put you this way for a purpose. I want your button to feel stimulated and hot while I wash you. So go ahead and rub yourself against me if you want.”

  “Oh…all right.” But she sat still, as though she wasn’t certain she really ought to take him up on his offer.

  That was all right with Bram—he hoped to make her squirm in just a moment. There was a foaming bathing lotion he’d chosen just for this purpose already laid out near the edge of the pool. Squirting some in one palm, he rubbed his hands together and then began caressing and massaging Alanah’s shoulders.

  “Oh! Oh…” Her first gasp was of surprise but the second was bliss. “Oh Bram, that feels amazing!”

  “I’m glad you like it, little one,” he murmured as he focused on rubbing the tension out of her muscles. Soon enough, she was much more relaxed—enough to lean back with her shoulder blades against his hard abdomen.

  It was then that Bram began moving his hands down her sides and reaching around to cup her breasts. They were soft and smooth and heavy in his hands—perfectly beautiful, even the tiny, undeveloped nipples. Bram loved them but he knew how much Alanah wanted them to be long and ripe and pink.

  Gently, he tugged on them, making her moan and writhe on his lap. He thought he could feel her outer pussy lips parting just a little bit as she ground herself against his cock.

  “Oh, Bram,” she whispered again, thrusting her breasts more fully into his hands. “I love the feel of you touching me!”

  “I’m just washing you, sweetheart,” he murmured, as he continued to stroke and pull at her little pink nubs. “Are you ready for me to wash you lower now?”

  She turned her head to look up at him again.

  “You mean…you want to wash my flower…my pussy now?”

  “Mmm-hmm,” he murmured. “Are you ready to let me? Ready to let me wash that sweet little button of yours?”

  “Yes, Bram—please. Please do.” She leaned back against him and spread her legs even wider so that he could feel her little pussy opening more against his cock.

  The sensation made him groan deep in his throat and he couldn’t help imagining what it would be like after she bloomed and had some of the bonding fruit. Couldn’t help picturing her soft, sweet little pussy sucking his long thick shaft deep inside…

  But they had to take this slowly. He squirted more of the foaming lotion on his fingertips and then reached under the water to stroke up and down her tight little slit.

  “Mmm…Bram!” she whispered breathlessly when his fingertip found her hot little button. He was certain it had grown plumper since the night before when he’d first teased it out from between her pussy lips. Gently he stroked it, circling it with one fingertip, sliding around and around, feeling it throb with need.

  “Do you like that, little one?” he murmured in her ear. “Do you like it when I pet your sweet pussy? When I stroke your hot little clit?”

  “Yes…” Alanah was moaning now, rubbing against his fingers shamelessly, really letting herself go. “Yes, please, Bram—I love it! And I feel…feel like I’m getting close again. Close to…to feeling like I did last night.”

  “Close to coming, you mean?” He kept up a steady rhythm as he spoke. “That’s good, little one. You need to come—need to have p