Page 41 of Breaking the Bloodstone Curse
“What? But why? I thought you said we were underway and we had some time before we got to Zantha?”
“We are and we do, but a shower won’t melt the ice powder crystals or get them off you,” he rumbled. “The only way to get them off is by licking—that’s they way they’re designed.”
“What? But…but you already licked me! That’s how I got so cold in the first place,” Serenai protested.
“I didn’t get to finish licking away all the crystals—that’s why they melted and they’re making you so uncomfortable,” he told her. His voice softened and his eyes were suddenly half-lidded. “Come on, baby, let me help you. You know I don’t mind.”
Serenai nibbled her lower lip.
“I…I don’t know. It just feels…sinful to let you lick me there.”
“I’m sure it would be considered sinful back at your Convent,” he said, nodding. “But remember—this is your body and you have a right to get pleasure from it. And you have a right not to get frostbite on your sweet little pussy,” he added.”
“Really? The crystals can really cause frostbite?” Serenai felt a nervous knot forming in her stomach.
“If you leave things like they are, I’m afraid so.” Brax rose from the pilot’s chair to tower over her. He cupped her cheek gently. “Now are you going to be a good girl and let me lick your sweet little pussy to get rid of the rest of that ice powder…or should I set a course for the nearest healing house to deal with the problem you’re shortly going to be having?”
When he put it that way, Serenai knew there was no choice.
“I…I’ll let you lick me,” she whispered. “Only, I don’t understand—why do you want to do it so much? Is it just because you’re half-Kindred?”
“That and the Ryther half of me—as I explained before, it gives me what we call ‘the Thirst,’” Brax told her. “Makes me need to taste the juices of a willing female on a regular basis.” He frowned. “But I swear I won’t go too far, little Mistress. I’ll only lick where you tell me to—wherever the ice powder is bothering you. All right?”
His words made Serenai feel a little better.
“All right,” she agreed. “Come on—I guess the bedroom is the best place for this.”
Brax shook his head.
“I don’t want to be so far from the cockpit. How about the couch in the living area—that’s only a few feet away.”
“Oh, well…” Serenai had been hoping to go into the bedroom and turn off the light. It made her feel nervous to be all spread out in the open with the lights on high, as they were in the living area of the luxury ship. She stared at the pink, ultra-lush couch which was positioned in the center of the room directly on a rare white Trantha-fur rug.
Brax seemed to read her mind.
“Lights dim,” he rumbled and immediately the illumination pods sank down to a warm, golden glow. He raised his eyebrows at Serenai. “Better, Mistress?”
“Yes, much better,” Serenai said gratefully. “Thank you, Brax.”
“Anything to make you feel at ease, baby.” He gave her a half-lidded smile which somehow made her feel more comfortable with him and the whole situation…and made her heart pound harder at the same time.
“Thank you,” she said again. “Er…how should we do this?”
“Let’s get you on the couch.” He led her to the pink couch and got her settled on the cushions. It was like reclining on a soft but extremely supportive cloud, Serenai thought. Her mother really had bought herself the best of everything.
Then Brax was kneeling on the floor in front of her and parting her thighs and every other thought flew right out of her head.
She still had on her tiny red panties that matched the dress, but the big half-Kindred stripped those off almost immediately. Then he gently but firmly spread her thighs and looked up at her.
“All right now, Mistress—it’s up to you to tell me where I need to lick,” he rumbled. “Let me know where you need my tongue and I’ll be happy to help you.”
“Oh, um…” Serenai’s heart was pounding now. This wasn’t like when he had kissed her panties or even when he had licked her pussy mound earlier. This time she was lying on her back with her legs spread and her pussy completely bare for the big warrior! She had never felt so embarrassed and yet so hot at the same time.
“Maybe you’d like me to lick the outside first?” Brax’s deep voice interrupted her train of thought.
“Yes—yes, that would be good,” she said, relieved that he was taking the situation in hand.
“Very good, Mistress,” he growled. Then he bent his head and began to lick her pussy mound with broad, firm strokes of his tongue.
