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  Sparks of pure pleasure shot through her and Brynn arched her back with a cry, pressing her pussy up to his mouth to give him better access. Goddess above, his tongue felt amazing.

  “Varin,” she moaned, her fingers tightening in his hair. “That feels so good.”

  But as good as it felt, the pleasure he was giving her was doing nothing to ease the empty ache inside her. In fact, if anything, it was making things worse. Brynn was beginning to feel just as she had when X'izith had called her out of the Mother Ship—like she would go crazy if she wasn’t filled. If she wasn’t bred.

  “Varin?” she said, tugging at his hair. “Varin, I need to talk to you.”

  He looked up, his bronze eyes sleepy with lust. His mouth and chin were shiny with her juices.

  “What is it, Princess?” he growled hoarsely.

  “I need more,” Brynn told him desperately. “I need…I need to be filled.”

  He frowned. “But I thought you never wanted to be penetrated again. Not after your deflowering.”

  “I don’t want it,” Brynn admitted. “But I…I think I need it.”

  “All right.” He frowned thoughtfully. “But we’ll take it slowly. Let’s start with something that isn’t too big or scary.”

  Brynn was going to ask him what he meant but he put his head down again, gripped her thighs, and thrust his tongue deeply into the entrance of her pussy.

  She moaned and arched her back. Having anything at all inside her felt good—felt right in a way she never would have believed. But as Varin fucked her with deep, long strokes of his tongue, she still felt something was missing.

  “Varin…” she gasped, wiggling her hips restlessly. “Please…”

  “Yes, Princess?” he asked, looking up again. “Not enough?” He licked his lips. “Gods, your pussy is delicious. Knew it would be.”

  “Not enough,” Brynn echoed. “I’m sorry Varin, I just…need more.”

  “Let’s give you more, then.” Slowly, he slipped two long, strong fingers into her pussy and began to fuck slowly into her with them.

  “Ahhh!” Brynn gasped. His fingers were deliciously long and thick and she found, to her delight, that it didn’t hurt when they slid inside her. Her maiden barrier was gone—there was nothing to keep him from plunging into her, all the way to the end of her channel.

  As he pumped into her with his fingers, Varin went back to tasting her pussy. He lapped from top to bottom, paying special attention to her throbbing clit. His mouth and fingers were better than any tickle-teaser and Brynn felt her body climbing to that elusive peak she always had such a hard time reaching on her own.

  “Varin,” she moaned, tugging at his hair. “Oh Goddess above—I think I’m going to come! You’re making me come!”

  Her words seemed to spur him on because he licked her faster than before and the big, thick fingers pumped in and out of her until Brynn thought she would die from the intense jolts of pleasure he was sending through her entire body.

  Suddenly she felt herself tilting over the edge, an intense orgasm washing through her—so intense she could barely breathe. She cried out and pressed her thighs to the sides of Varin’s head, bucking her hips wildly as she gave herself up to the pleasure he was giving her.

  But even as the orgasm rolled over her, she felt a part of herself holding back—felt the empty ache inside her grow even worse.

  A deep breeding, hissed the memory in her head. Only a deep breeding will ease the ache inside you.

  A deep breeding. And Varin couldn’t breed her with his fingers or his tongue. As good as they felt inside her, Brynn needed something more.

  She needed his shaft. She needed to be stretched…filled…opened and seeded.

  “Varin?” she whispered when he finished and looked up at her, his eyes blazing with lust and his mouth shiny from lapping her pussy to orgasm.

  “Yes, little one?” His voice was a deep, hungry growl. “You need more?”

  “I need…I need…”

  But Brynn found she couldn’t say what she needed out loud. Instead, she turned over and positioned herself on her hands and knees, her legs spread wide. Biting her lip, she turned her head to look behind her.

  Varin was still kneeling behind her but he stood slowly and looked at her with a frown.

  “Princess? What are you asking for?”

  Goddess above, was he really going to make her say it? But Brynn supposed she could understand why. After all, she’d told him many times she never wanted to be penetrated again after her deflowering. And she still didn’t—the idea was frightening and it filled her with uncertainty. But she needed it—needed it so badly she ached inside.

  “Please, Varin,” she heard herself begging. “Please, I need you inside me. Not just your fingers or your tongue—you. Your…your shaft.”

  “I thought you were afraid—that you didn’t want anything in you ever again after—”

  “I am afraid,” she interrupted. “But, Varin…I ache inside. I feel like I’m going to go crazy if you don’t fill me.”

  He frowned. “If you’re sure…”

  “More than sure. Please, Varin!”

  He nodded decisively. “All right. But we’re going to take it slow. I’m only putting the head in you at first—just like we did when you only wanted my seed in you.”

  Brynn was fairly certain that nothing but having his entire thick cock stretching her pussy with the broad head of his shaft kissing the mouth of her womb would satisfy the restless hunger inside her but she understood his desire not to hurt her.

  “All right,” she said breathlessly. “But just…please hurry.”

  “You need it bad, don’t you little one?” He stood behind her and stroked her trembling back and hips with large, warm, soothing hands. “It’s all right, I’ll give you everything you need—I promise. Just don’t want to hurt you in the process.”

  As he spoke, Brynn felt the blunt head of his cock pressing the entrance of her pussy. With a little moan of pure need, she tilted her hips and arched her back, opening herself even more for him—giving him greater access to her unprotected sex.

  She felt just the head of his cock enter her but the ache inside her was so great she couldn’t help herself. Pushing back, she attempted to get more of him inside her. But just as another thick inch breached her pussy, she felt Varin’s big hands clamp tight around her waist, keeping her from getting any more.

  “Hold on, Princess,” he growled. “Take it easy…take it slow.”

  “Don’t want to take it easy and slow,” Brynn moaned. “Please, Varin, I need you!”

  “All right, little one. It’s all right. Just be still and I’ll give you what you need. Just don’t want to hurt your soft little pussy—you’re so tight and I’m on the large side.”

  “Please!” Brynn moaned. Having him only a little way in her was driving her crazy! The burning, aching need inside her was crying out for more…more. She thought she would lose her mind if she didn’t get his long, thick shaft all the way inside her soon.

  But there was no rushing the big Kindred. Keeping a firm grip on her hips, he slid slowly and deliberately inside her.

  Brynn bit her lip as she felt her inner walls stretching to accommodate his girth. Goddess above, he really was huge, especially compared to her own petite size. And yet, though the stretching was so intense as to be almost painful, she didn’t want him to stop.

  At last, to her relief, she felt him bottom out inside her, the wide head of his cock pressing firmly against the mouth of her womb.

  “Mmmm,” Brynn moaned, wiggling her hips as much as he would allow, enjoying the sensation of being so completely filled. Why had she been afraid of this? she wondered dimly. It felt amazing.

  “Take it easy, little one,” she heard Varin murmur hoarsely. “It’s hard enough to hold still inside your tight little pussy without you wiggling like a little fish all over the place.”

  “But I don’t want you to hold still,” Brynn nearly cried.