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  “I’ll give you more, my Khalla,” Tragar growled, releasing her tight peak and she realized she must have moaned her need aloud. He switched to the other nipple and sucked it deep and hard as well, easing the pressure of her nectar. Emily swore she could feel each deep pull of his hot mouth directly in her sensitive, swollen pussy.

  And speaking of her pussy, it was aching now. She was so wet and hot her honey was wetting her inner thighs. The way she was straddling him, she could feel the hard shaft of his cock brushing against her outer cunt. Spread as she was, her pussy lips were wide open, her swollen little clit exposed and aching for contact with his thickness.

  “Tragar,” she moaned, writhing on his lap. Pressing down against him, she rubbed hard against his shaft—only to moan and buck upwards again. God, it was too much—too intense! Though she ached for the intimate contact, she couldn’t stand it when it actually happened. Emily nearly cried with frustration—what was wrong with her?

  “Emily?” Tragar had let her second nipple slip from between his lips and now he was looking up at her, concern in his golden eyes. “My Khalla, are you all right?”

  “No.” Emily frowned and shifted on his lap again. She could still feel the heated length of his cock brushing her outer pussy lips but she didn’t dare come down and let him slide against her open folds again—yet that was the very place she needed him.

  The big Kindred frowned.

  “What is it, Emily?” he murmured, stroking her cheek. “Tell me and I’ll try to help you.”

  “I want…I need…” Emily took a deep breath, feeling her face burn with an embarrassed blush. “I want to feel you—feel your cock rubbing against me. But when I tried, it was too much—too intense. But I need it so badly. Need contact with you, Tragar. I just don’t know how to get it.”

  “Of course you cannot stand the feel of my shaft against you yet,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from her eyes. “This is the start of your breeding cycle. Your honey is just beginning to flow and your pussy is too sensitive.”

  “What can we do, then?” Emily demanded. “Because we have to do something soon—I’m burning up inside!”

  “It’s all right, my Khalla,” he rumbled gently. “Don’t worry. I simply need to prime your pussy with my tongue.”

  “You mean taste me? Like you did before?” She vaguely remembered how frightened and uncomfortable the idea had made her in the past. But then when he had actually licked and kissed her pussy, it had felt so good…so right. She wanted that feeling again—no, she needed it. Needed to have his tongue deep inside her and swirling around her swollen clit.

  “Exactly.” The big Kindred nodded, his eyes half-lidded with lust. “But in a different position this time.”

  “How do you mean?” Emily asked, uncertainly. She had already gotten off his lap and was preparing to lie down on the side of the bed so that he could taste her as he had before. But before she could, Tragar was raising her up to her hands and knees and positioning her in the center of the bed.

  “Like this, my Khalla,” he murmured, urging her to spread her thighs while he knelt behind her.

  “What…what are you doing?” Emily asked breathlessly, looking over her shoulder to try and see what was going on. “Why like this? From behind?”

  “Breeding is an animalistic instinct,” Tragar explained in a low voice. “Some say a Khalla’s needs make her almost mindless in some ways—being taken from behind helps ease the need and satisfy her most primal cravings.”

  “So you’re going to…to take me this way?” Emily asked, her heart pounding. “I thought you were just going to taste me.”

  “I am.” He stroked one large, warm hand down her bare back soothingly. “We will be locked together for hours once my mating fist enters you—I’ll want to look into your eyes then. But for now, this position helps you to release some of your animalistic need. So relax, my Khalla. Raise your ass for me and spread your thighs—submit to my tongue in your pussy.”

  Moaning softly, Emily did as he said, lowering her head to her arms and lifting her bottom high in the air. This position made her feel incredibly vulnerable but also incredibly hot. She did indeed feel like a female animal in heat, waiting for her mate to mount her.

  “Gods, you’re a gorgeous sight,” Tragar murmured hoarsely, stroking the trembling globes of her ass. “Your ripe little cunt is so open for me, Emily. And your honey is all over your thighs. I think I want to clean you up a little first before I taste you.”

  “Do…do what you want,” Emily whispered, spreading her thighs a little wider. “I’m yours, Tragar. Do what you need to do.”

  “It will be my very great pleasure, my Khalla,” he growled. And then she felt his hot breath on her inner thighs and the long, slow drag of his tongue along her sensitive flesh.

  Moaning breathlessly, Emily tried to hold still for him. But it was hard—so hard when all she wanted was his tongue deep inside her. Tragar took his time, licking her inner thighs in long, slow strokes without ever actually touching her pussy until she thought she was going to go crazy. Finally, though, he pulled back a little.

  “Your honey is flowing freely now, my Khalla,” he murmured, stroking one fingertip over her swollen outer pussy lips. Emily shivered and moaned at his touch.

  “What…what does that mean?”

  “It means you’re finally ready to be tasted more fully—ready for me to lick and suck your honey from the source,” he growled. “Spread a little wider for me, Emily. Let me get my tongue in your sweet, creamy pussy.”

  Moaning, she did as he asked, pressing back to meet him and spreading her thighs even wider, giving him complete access to her open pussy.

  “Gods, you’re so wet and beautiful,” he muttered. Then she felt his hot, wet mouth connect with her sensitive pussy at last.

  She cried out as he sucked one of her outer pussy lips into his mouth and bathed it gently with his tongue. Then he did the other—it felt incredible but when was he ever going to get to her aching clit?

  “Tragar…” she begged breathlessly.

  “Patience, my Khalla,” he murmured, stroking her thighs. “Priming your pussy correctly takes time. I do not wish to rush your cycle.”

  “But please…I—”

  Before she could finish her plea, she felt his hot tongue lapping gently but firmly over the swollen, inner folds of her pussy. Emily cried out and tilted her hips back, opening herself as wide as she could to receive his tongue into her aching center.

  Tragar growled his approval and gripped her hips in his big hands. Tilting her pelvis even more, he began to give her pussy a long, leisurely tongue bath. Emily gasped as she felt the tip of his tongue start far back at the top of her slit and then slide down the length of her open cleft, dragging over the aching bud of her clit and ending at the entrance to her inner cunt.

  “Gods, your honey is sweet, my Khalla,” Tragar groaned after he’d licked her several times like this. “And your little pussy is so wet and open. Are you ready to feel my tongue inside you? Pressing deep in your tight little cunt?”

  “Please…” Emily pressed back against him, almost unable to form the words. “Please, Tragar, yes.”

  “Then I will give you what you need, my Khalla,” he growled.

  Before she could answer or beg any more, Emily felt the wet heat of his tongue again. This time he licked delicately around her entrance before pressing deep, sliding his tongue into her heated inner cunt and thrusting as though he was reaching for her heart with each stroke.

  “Oh, God,” Emily moaned. She tried to hold still but she couldn’t help herself, the feeling of him inside her was too much. She found she was wiggling her hips and writhing in his grasp, unable to hold still while he tasted her as deeply as he was able.

  But as wonderful as it was, Emily still wasn’t satisfied. His tongue in her felt good—felt amazing—but she still needed more. Her body was craving a deeper penetration with something much thicker and harder.