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  “Bram…Bram!” Alanah heard herself wailing. Gods, it felt amazing the way he was lapping her. And the area between her legs seemed to be throbbing, getting even hotter than it had when he’d rubbed the sacred, warming oil into it.

  I wonder if that means it’s working? she thought deliriously. I wonder if my pussy is blooming under his tongue?

  But the thought was soon pushed out of her head by the rising tide of pleasure. Close…she was getting close to that peak again and she wanted so desperately to reach it!

  She became aware that she was pulling Bram’s hair, tugging on his long, dark braids as she thrust her hips up to meet his mouth. Was she hurting him? Reluctantly, she uncurled her fists from his hair, not wanting to cause him pain.

  Immediately, Bram looked up.

  “Why did you stop, little one?” he growled. “Why did you stop pulling my hair?”

  “Oh, I…I didn’t want to hurt you.” Alanah was panting now, still moving her hips with pleasure because Bram hadn’t stopped. When he’d looked up to talk to her, he had replaced his tongue with one long finger which was currently slipping lazily back and forth over her throbbing bud again and again and again.

  “You’re not hurting me, sweetheart,” he assured her. “Or if you are, it’s a good kind of pain. Go ahead—pull on me. I like to know you’re enjoying yourself when I spread your sweet little pussy with my tongue.”

  Then he bent his head once more and began swirling the tip of his hot tongue over her aching clit.

  “Bram!” she gasped, grabbing his hair again. “Oh Gods, please…please…”

  She was getting closer and closer to the peak and this time she knew her pleasure was going to be more intense than ever before.

  In response to her moaning and writhing under his tongue, Bram lifted her legs and put them over his broad shoulders. Then he pressed his face deeper between her thighs and sucked her clit into his mouth, teasing the tender little button mercilessly and finally sending her over the edge.

  Alanah cried out as the pleasure broke over her like a warm wave. Had she thought her pussy was heating up before? Well, the orgasm Bram had given her increased the sensation tenfold. Suddenly she felt as though her entire sex was throbbing like a second heartbeat between her legs. The sensation increased her pleasure even more, making her cry out and curl her toes as Bram continued to lap and suck as though he couldn’t get enough of her.

  “Oh…oh!” Alanah moaned, at last going limp in his arms. “Oh Gods, Bram!”

  “Was that good, little one?” He looked up at her and Alanah saw that his lips and jaw were shiny and wet. She frowned hazily—how had that happened?

  “So good,” she assured him. “Even better than last night and in the bathing pool. But Bram, your mouth…your lips are all wet.”

  “Hmm…” He wiped at his face with his fingers and then looked down at her. “I think I can tell why, sweetheart.”

  “What? Why?” Alanah asked uncertainly.

  “My lips are wet with your pussy honey. Just look at yourself.” He nodded down between her thighs. “Can you see? Let’s get a little more light.” Raising his voice he said commandingly, “Lights higher.”

  At once the lights in the corners of the room came up, augmenting the golden candlelight with their glow.

  In the increased illumination, Alanah was able to see something that made her gasp with joy.

  Between her legs was no longer a flat mound and a tight, colorless slit. Instead, her pussy lips had become plump—almost puffy—and her mound was rounded and rosy and full.

  “Oh, Bram!” she exclaimed. “It worked! I really think it worked!”

  “I think so too, sweetheart. Watch,” he murmured. Spreading her thighs a little wider, he swirled one long finger around the entrance to her pussy and then slowly, pushed inside her.

  “Oh!” Alanah gasped and tightened her muscles involuntarily. Her people had no maidenhead—they didn’t need one since a female couldn’t be entered before her flower bloomed. But it was still strange to feel something inside her.

  “Did I hurt you?” Bram asked anxiously. “I’m sorry, little one.”

  “No—no it’s all right. I just…just need to get used to it.” Alanah wriggled her hips a little, feeling the pleasure of being filled for the first time. “Can…” She looked at Bram shyly. “Can you try putting two fingers inside me?”

  “If you think you can handle it, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Two of my fingers together are going to be as thick as a regular male’s shaft.”

  “Just try it,” Alanah begged. “I want to feel more of you in me—please Bram!”

  “As you wish, little one. Very well, spread your pussy wide for me so I can touch you deep inside,” he murmured.

  Obediently, Alanah spread her legs even wider and watched as he withdrew his first finger, only to press into her again, this time with two thick digits.

  “Oh…Oh, Bram!” she gasped when she felt him reach the end of her channel. “Oh, that feels so good.”

  “You like this, little one?” he murmured, sliding his fingers out slowly only to thrust them into her again. “You like it when I fuck your hot little pussy like this?”

  The forbidden words made Alanah’s inner muscles clench with desire and she moaned and whimpered, writhing on the invading fingers as he pumped slowly into her newly opened pussy.

  “That’s right, little one,” Bram murmured, his eyes half-lidded with lust. “That’s right—ride my fingers, fuck yourself on them. Gods, look how ripe and wet your little pussy is now. Look how you’ve bloomed, Alanah.”

  “There’s…there’s only one problem,” Alanah gasped as she rocked her hips in time with his motion. “I still…still don’t have any curls on my mound.”

  “Well, we’re not done with the ritual yet,” Bram reminded her. “Do you remember the next line?”

  It took Alanah a moment to dredge the words of the fertility ritual up—it was very distracting to have her giant’s thick fingers pumping so deeply into her newly ripened pussy—but at last she moaned,

  “With your shaft your part her thighs

  The seed shall flow, the shaft shall rise.”

  Her eyes widened as she realized what she had just said. “Bram,” she whispered breathlessly. “Does that mean that you’re going to…going to put yourself in me now? Your, uh, shaft I mean?”

  “Not all of it,” he said firmly. “Mostly I need to rub it against you. And to complete the ritual, I think it would be good if I filled you with my seed.”

  “Filled me?” Alanah’s eyes widened. “But how can you fill me if you don’t, uh put your shaft inside me?”

  “Don’t worry, little one—I can fit the head of my shaft to the entrance of your pussy,” he murmured, still stroking inside her. “That way I can shoot my seed deep in your sweet little slit. Right here.” He demonstrated by pressing his fingertips against the end of her channel, making Alanah moan.

  “Of…of course,” she murmured. “All right, Bram.”

  “Are you ready?” he asked.

  “Yes, Bram—more than ready,” Alanah promised.

  “Good.” He withdrew his fingers slowly and held them up for a moment, as though admiring how her pussy juices coated them. Then he sucked them into his mouth, lapping away her honey with his eyes fixed on hers.

  “Gods, you taste so sweet, little one,” he growled hoarsely. “Let’s begin.”

  He positioned Alanah at the head of the bed, with both her head and her bottom propped up on pillows this time. Then he knelt over her, his large, naked, muscular body like a mountain on the bed before her.

  Alanah knew she would have been frightened to death to be in this position with anyone else—especially someone as big as Bram. But she felt only eagerness and love—and a deep desire to feel him enter her, even if it was only a tiny bit.

  “Gods, sweetheart,” he groaned as he fisted his massive shaft. “Been wanting you for so long…wanting to spread your sweet littl