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  “A numalla—a female who makes a very generous amount of pussy honey,” Asher told her. His green eyes were heavy-lidded as he spoke, though he kept his tone dry and lecturing. “Numallas are greatly esteemed in my culture.”

  “They…they are?” Lisa asked uncertainly. “Why?”

  “Well…” He cleared his throat. “We Kindred tend to be…well endowed, is probably the best way to put it.”

  “I, uh, noticed that,” she admitted faintly.

  “Yes, well…” Asher cleared his throat again. “The Beast Kindred make a chemical in their precum which allows a female to open and accommodate them and the Twin Kindred have their bonding fruit, which serves a similar purpose. But those of us who are of the Blood Kindred variety, have neither of those advantages. Therefore, a female who makes a lot of pussy honey is very much esteemed because this will enable the Kindred she is with to slip his shaft into her more easily when they make love and he bonds her to him.”

  “Oh, I see.” Lisa felt like her cheeks were burning because now she was imagining Asher between her thighs, the thick shaft she’d touched so intimately sliding inside her, filling her up…

  No! she scolded herself. Don’t think like that—you can’t do that—you can’t!

  “And that is why a numalla like yourself is valued,” Asher said, still speaking in that dry, lecturing voice. “So you see, you have no need to be ashamed. Simply relax and let me finish healing you.”

  “But…but I’m afraid some of my, uh, honey got on my thighs,” she pointed out. And indeed, she was so wet that her inner thighs were coated with her juices, just where he was proposing to lick her.

  Asher’s voice went slightly hoarse.

  “I do not mind that. I just want to ease your pain.”

  “Well…if you really don’t mind,” Lisa agreed breathlessly. She felt her heart pounding as she watched the big Kindred lean down and begin to lap her again—this time running his tongue in long, slow strokes over her inner thighs, less than an inch from her open pussy.

  She tried not to moan as he licked her, his tongue darting around and around her spread sex, for all the world as though he was teasing her instead of healing her. He seemed to go on and on. The red scratches were long-since healed and yet he continued, lapping away every bit of her juices and running his hot tongue along the place where her thigh met her body on either side, almost as though he was coaxing her to make more so he could lap that away too.

  At last Lisa couldn’t stand the teasing anymore. Her pussy was throbbing and his hot tongue was driving her crazy! She opened her mouth to tell him to stop and heard herself say instead,

  “Um, Asher? I think…think you may have missed a spot.”

  He looked up, his eyes blazing with desire.

  “Where might that be, sweetheart? Maybe here?” He stroked one long finger over her outer pussy lips. “I noticed that you look somewhat red and swollen here,” he remarked. “Would you like me to lick you and ease your pain?”

  “Yes…yes please,” Lisa said breathlessly. “Only the outside, though,” she added, feeling guilty. “I mean, there’s where it, um, hurts.”

  “Of course.” Lowering his head again, Asher laved her right side, letting his hot tongue flatten out as he licked her. With a little jolt of pure pleasure, Lisa felt him brush just the side of her swollen clit at the same time.

  “Oh!” she gasped and bucked her hips.

  Asher looked up at once.

  “Are you all right?” he murmured.

  “Yes, I…it’s just when you, uh, were healing the, um, outer part of my pussy, your tongue sort of went in, too,” Lisa told him.

  He frowned. “Did it? Forgive me—I was only trying to be thorough.”

  “Oh, well…” She shifted a little, looking down to see how open and wet her pussy was, “I guess…guess that’s all right then.”

  “Thank you.” And Asher lowered his head again and lapped at the left side of her spread sex. And again she felt the side of his hot tongue glide over just the edge of her throbbing clit. God, it felt so good! Lisa couldn’t help herself—she wanted more!

  The next time he licked her, she twitched her hips a little and his tongue landed squarely in the middle of her spread pussy lips.

  Landed but didn’t lick.

  Instead, he looked up at her, the tip of his tongue teasing just at the edge of her entrance.

  Lisa held her breath, unsure what to do.

  “I…I didn’t mean to—” she began.

  Still holding her gaze with his, Asher dragged his tongue upward, lapping directly over the throbbing button of her clit and making Lisa gasp and writhe under him.

  “I did,” he said, lifting his mouth from her at last. “Because it seems to me that you’re extremely swollen and irritated here.” Using just the tip of his index finger, he circled her slippery clit gently but thoroughly. “And I think you need healing—a very thorough healing in this area. Would you agree?”

  “I…I don’t know,” Lisa whispered. “I mean, that’s right on my pussy, Asher. Healing me there would mean putting your tongue right inside me.”

  “Exactly,” he rumbled, his deep voice hungry. “And healing you would probably involve licking you over and over there. Again and again and again.”

  Lisa’s breath seemed to catch in her throat.

  “And…and you want to do that? To…to lick me there over and over? You don’t think that would be, uh, unprofessional?”

  The big Kindred gave her a half-lidded look.

  “On the contrary, nothing could be more professional than for me to heal you and take care of you. As I have said, you are my responsibility.”

  “Well, if you’re sure it’s okay…” Lisa whispered.

  He nodded. “More than okay, sweetheart. Now spread your legs wide for me and let me in. Let me lick your soft little pussy and heal you until you feel completely better.” He gave her a hungry look. “And I’m not going to stop until you tell me to.”

  Then he lowered his face to her again and took another long, hot lick directly over her open pussy folds.

  Lisa moaned and spread her thighs wider for him, opening for him as he had directed, offering herself completely to the hot feeling of his tongue exploring her inner folds and lapping over her aching clit. God, she’d never been with a man who was half as good as Asher at doing this—and she’d certainly never been with anyone who enjoyed it half so much.

  She still couldn’t quite believe she was doing this—spreading herself wide and letting a man she hadn’t known this time yesterday go down on her. But somehow it felt right—not to mention mind-blowingly pleasurable. As his hot tongue stroked over her open folds again and again and her fingers found their way into his thick black hair to urge him on, Lisa thought she never wanted it to end.

  * * * * *

  Gods, her honey was sweet! Asher’s cock and fangs both throbbed as she spread herself for him and let him lick her until she moaned.

  The sounds of her pleasure, the sweet and salty taste of her juices, the way she was tugging at his hair as though to urge him on, and the hot feminine scent of her arousal all combined to make him hotter than he could ever remember being in his life.

  He loved the way Lisa bucked up under him, riding his tongue shamelessly and rubbing her clit against him eagerly when he lapped her. She was getting close to coming—he could feel it—taste it in the quality of her honey. Her juices were flowing faster now as his sweet little numalla worked herself against him, giving herself completely to the pleasure of his tongue inside her.

  Asher continued eating her eagerly, lapping her soft little crevice and cleaning up her honey as it welled from her slippery little slit. He was determined to continue until she came for him—came all over his face.

  He wasn’t long in getting his wish. Lisa’s breath began to hitch in her chest and her fingers tightened in his hair. She started moaning his name and begging him to “Stay there—right there!” as her soft, curvy body w