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  “I…I couldn’t help it. I don’t know why—”

  “It’s not unusual for a Khalla to come when her nipples are stimulated,” Tragar told her. “During Scintil, they are the most sensitive part of you. It’s not unusual to feel pleasure associated with them in other parts of your body as well.”

  “You mean in my…” She gave him a sidelong glance and crossed her legs nervously.

  “In your pussy, yes,” he finished for her, feeling his cock surge again. Gods, it was a good thing she was sitting on his knee and not directly against his crotch! But he didn’t want to give in to his own lust and desire—her scent said she still needed reassurance. He wanted to make her feel better.

  “It’s just…” She squeezed her thighs together which seemed to be a habit of hers when she was nervous. “It…I got so…so wet. It was embarrassing.”

  Her voice had dropped so low Tragar could barely hear her but he understood what she was worried about.

  “It’s common for a Khalla’s pussy to grow wet and swollen during the stimulation of her peaks,” he said, trying to keep his voice even. “During the later stages of Scintil and the beginning of Vlammen your cunt honey may flow as freely as your nectar. It is nothing to be worried or ashamed about.”

  “I just…it was so sudden. I haven’t had an…an orgasm in years. Not since Grayson…I mean, I used to…to have them before that but after he…” She shook her head. “After that happened I never wanted anything to do with any kind of sex. Not even, uh, self stimulation.” She blushed hard as she said it, her pale cheeks going rosy red. “So I didn’t expect to ever feel, uh, anything ever again.”

  Tragar knew how she felt. He too, was feeling things he’d never thought to experience again—emotions he’d thought were dead and buried. And all since he had taken Emily aboard his ship and into his life.

  It’s just biology—just instinct, he tried to tell himself. But could biology explain how the solid block of ice that had encased his heart for so many years seemed to finally be thawing? Could instinct explain why he wanted to hold her in his arms and comfort her, to protect her with his own life if necessary?

  He pushed the thoughts away with some difficulty.

  “Emily,” he murmured. “Tenrah is a time of awakening—some compare it to a second birth in some ways. You shouldn’t be surprised or ashamed of anything your body goes through at this time. And that includes coming when I have to stop the flow of your nectar.”

  A look flitted over her face—half embarrassed defiance and half longing.

  “You mean when you pinch me, right? Are you…do you need to do that now?”

  “The sooner the better,” Tragar said grimly. “I’m afraid the longer you let your peaks flow unchecked, the more difficult it will be to stop.”

  “All right. I guess I’m ready.” She settled herself more firmly in his lap and he bit back a groan at how good her soft bottom felt rubbing against his shaft. She clearly felt his hardness because she jumped a little and looked back at him. “Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to, uh…”

  “You’ll have to forgive me,” he growled. “I cannot help the way my body reacts to yours. It is simple biology—your body wants to be bred and mine wants to breed you.”

  She bit her lip. “The same biology that kept you from killing me in the first place, right? The same biological urges that are making you take care of me until you can get me someplace else—where I’ll be someone else’s problem.”

  He frowned. “You don’t have to put it like that.”

  Emily lifted her chin. “Why not? It’s the truth, isn’t it?”

  Tragar sighed heavily. “I suppose, yes. Listen, we need to stop your flow but if you’d rather take a moment to move somewhere else, to get into another position so we’re not touching quite so intimately—”

  “No, I guess not.” She gave him a sidelong glance. “I mean…unless you want to? Unless it bothers you to have me, uh, pressing against you?”

  “Emily,” he said, wishing his voice wouldn’t come out quite so hoarse. “Having your lush, beautiful body pressed against me is a great pleasure. I don’t mind it in the least, I swear to you.”

  “Well then…” She settled gingerly back onto his lap. “I, uh, don’t mind either. And your leather pants actually feel good against my behind.”

  “Are you still very sore?” He felt remorse again as he remembered whipping her with his belt.

  “The cloth you used on me really helped.” She shifted around experimentally, causing him to bite back another groan. “I actually feel pretty good.”

  “I’m glad.” Tragar took a deep breath. “All right, then it’s time we stopped your nectar.”

  “Okay, yes I guess you’re right.” She also took a deep breath. “Anyway, if you don’t stop it soon, my nightgown will be ruined. Not that it isn’t already.” She looked down at her front and Tragar wished he could see it too. The sight of her full, pink nipples thrusting out of the ragged holes in the silky blue fabric was distractingly erotic. But he had her positioned in his lap so he could reach around her and hold her in his arms as he pinched her peaks.

  “We will get you new garments when we go to see my old master,” he murmured, pulling her back into his lap. “Until then, what you have on will have to do. Are you ready?”

  “Y-yes…” She still sounded hesitant but Tragar couldn’t help that. They had talked long enough—it was time to stop the flow of nectar before it really got going.

  “Lean back against me and relax,” he murmured in the little pink shell of her ear. “Don’t feel any shame for the pleasure you feel when I touch you—just let it wash over you—don’t fight it.” As he spoke, he palmed her full breasts through the night garment, feeling their soft weight in his hands and running his thumbs gently over her nipples, now sticky with the sweet nectar.

  “Ohhhh…” A long sigh fell out of her and he felt her arch her back, pressing her breasts into his hands. “All…all right,” she whispered as he continued to stroke her tight nubs. “I’ll try.”

  “Good girl,” he murmured, taking her ripe peaks between his fingers. “Good girl, Emily. Just relax now.” He normally would never have spoken so to a Khalla but at the moment she needed to be treated with tenderness and comfort, he sensed—not as a Khalla coming into her own but as an uncertain female feeling her way towards a new existence.

  Emily sighed and relaxed against him, letting him know his instincts were right. Her thighs, which had been pressed tightly together, drifted apart just a little, allowing the warm, feminine scent of her desire to fill his senses. Gods, she was beautiful! Tragar had no idea what he had done to deserve holding her in his arms but he swore to himself he would see to it she was well taken care of no matter what it cost him.

  Gently but firmly, he applied pressure, squeezing her ripe, pink nipples between his fingers to stem the flow of her nectar.

  The effect on the female in his arms was electric. Emily moaned and bucked against him, her breathing ragged and short. She reached for him and her hands found his knees—grasping desperately for something to hold on to. He could smell her scent increasing—going from warm to incredibly hot and needy in a bare moment.

  “Oh…oh God,” she moaned as he continued to squeeze her.

  “It’s all right, Emily,” he growled hoarsely in her ear. “It’s all right—let the pleasure flow through you. Accept it.”

  * * * * *

  “I…I’m trying.” Emily was breathing in longer gasps now, trying to get back some control. He was still squeezing her nipples tightly but at least the hard, fast orgasm that had rushed through her seemed to have faded to a pleasurable ache. “I…I think I’m okay now. It still feels good but I’m not…I mean…”

  The big Kindred seemed to know what she meant.

  “You’re not coming any more?” he rumbled.

  Emily could feel her face getting hot.

  “No, I…I did but I’m, uh, not anymore. Even though you’re still…