Page 15 of Breaking the Bloodstone Curse
“But I want you to tell me!” Serenai protested. “I want you to tell me everything. And I’m not that innocent—I’m of age, you know!”
Brax nodded.
“Very well, then. What Mistress Leelah taught me was how to pleasure her—mostly she trained me in the art of eating pussy.”
“Eating…” Serenai felt a tingle go through her whole body, though she couldn’t say exactly why. “Do you mean she wanted you to…to taste her forbidden areas?” she asked at last.
Brax rumbled laughter.
“Is that what you call your pussy? A ‘forbidden area?’” he asked, sounding highly amused.
“It’s what they called it at the Convent,” Serenai shot back. “The place between a woman’s legs and the tips of her breasts are forbidden.”
“Forbidden to who?” he asked, sounding mystified. “Forbidden for a man to touch of for anyone to touch?”
“It’s forbidden for anyone—except a woman’s husband,” Serenai explained. “That’s what the Sisters at the Convent taught us, anyway.”
“But Yonnite Mistresses don’t get married,” he pointed out. “So are you going to go through your whole life completely untouched, little one? Are you at least allowed to touch yourself?”
“What? No! That’s extremely forbidden,” Serenai told him.
“So you’re just supposed to live a life completely devoid of sexual pleasure?” Brax sounded like he was frowning. “That doesn’t seem very fucking fair.”
“I…I don’t know if it’s fair or not.” Serenai bit her lower lip. “Go back to your story, please,” she said, wanting to change the subject. “Tell me more about how your old Mistress, er, trained you.”
“Well, basically she kept me between her legs half the fucking day,” he rumbled and the pleasure in his deep voice said he hadn’t minded it a bit. “She taught me all the different parts of the female anatomy—the outer lips, the inner lips, the clit—or as we Kindred call it, the ‘Goddess Pearl.’ Not to mention the Goddess spot inside.”
Serenai listened with wide eyes.
“There are…different parts?” she asked at last.
Brax’s glowing eyes looked down at her. He was sitting against the headboard with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Little one, did they really teach you nothing at that convent you were raised in?” His deep voice sounded incredulous.
“Never mind—they taught us enough,” Serenai said quickly. But she couldn’t help feeling abysmally ignorant. How could she know so little about her own body? But then again, she didn’t know much of anything about a male body either—other than she felt extremely attracted to Brax’s.
Stop that—stop thinking that way! scolded a little voice in her head. It’s wrong and you know it. He’s your bodyslave—you’re not meant to be attracted to him.
But she couldn’t seem to help herself.
“Go on with your story,” she said to Brax.
“Well…all right. Though it seems to me you might have a story of your own, little one,” he remarked. “Anyway, my Mistress taught me well. Being half Kindred, I already had a talent for tasting a woman because the Kindred have a biological need to taste their female’s pussy.”
“They do?” Serenai couldn’t keep the surprise out of her voice.
“Mm-hmm. Add that to my Ryther side, which gives me the ‘Thirst’ and it’s like the Goddess created me just to please a woman with my tongue.”
He sounded proud of it, Serenai thought. For some reason she was pressing her thighs together as she pictured him kneeling to…but no, she had to stop thinking like that!
But something he said bothered her.
“What’s the ‘Thirst?’” she asked.
He sighed deeply and in the dim light she could see him running a hand through his hair.
“It’s a mating instinct that I get from my Ryther side,” he said at last. “It means I’m not just good at tasting women—I fucking crave it. My old Master, Maximus, used to buy me time with willing slave girls as a reward for fighting well. That’s what I thought you were, when you first came to look at me in my cage,” he added frankly. “A slave girl that he’d bought for me to taste.”
