Page 43 of Breaking the Bloodstone Curse
But just a moment later, she felt her pleasure cresting. Crying his name, she gripped Brax’s hair even harder and ground herself against his mouth. Goddess of Mercy, she’d never felt like this before! Even the orgasms he’d helped her reach when he was teaching her about her body hadn’t been this strong.
“Please!” she heard herself moaning. “Please, Brax—please!”
But she wasn’t sure if she was begging him to stop…or to keep going forever. She felt sure she must be smothering him since she had her thighs pressed to the sides of his face and she was grinding against him, but he didn’t complain. He only kept licking, guiding her through her orgasm until at last, Serenai collapsed, panting, on the couch.
At last, the big half-Kindred looked up. His eyes were hooded with desire and his mouth and chin were shiny with her juices.
“Gods, Mistress—you make so much honey,” he growled hoarsely. “Fucking love to taste your sweet pussy and drink your juices when you come in my mouth.”
Serenai didn’t know what to say. She was still trying to catch her breath and her pussy felt incredibly sensitive. She became aware that her fingers were still tangled in his long, black hair and she had to force herself to let go.
“I…I hope I didn’t pull your hair too hard,” she panted.
Brax gave her a hungry look.
“I fucking loved it, baby. Loved to feel how hard you were coming.” He rubbed his rough cheek against her pussy mound and then placed a soft kiss at the top of her slit. “Thank you for letting me taste you.”
Serenai gave a shaky laugh.
“I’m the one who should be thanking you,” she pointed out.
Brax shook his head.
“No. You don’t know how bad the Thirst gets. I’ve been needing to taste you ever since you bought me, little Mistress. Thank you for letting me quench my Thirst.” He nuzzled her again. “I seem to have made a mess of your soft little pussy though. Maybe I should give her a tongue bath to clean her up.”
Serenai bit her lip.
“Oh, Brax…I don’t know if I can come again so soon,” she said in a shaky voice. “That was just so intense.”
“It’s okay, baby,” he murmured soothingly. “I don’t always have to make you come when I taste you. Just let me lick you and clean you up. I’ll be extra gentle, all right?”
“Well…all right.” Serenai nodded.
“Good.” And he ducked his head again and began to clean her with long, slow strokes of his tongue.
Though she was tense at first, Serenai soon relaxed. She let him spread her legs wider and clean away every trace of her juices from her inner thighs and her pussy. His warm tongue felt so soothing when he was bathing her like this, she thought.
And Brax truly seemed to enjoy it. He cleaned her gently, almost reverently—as though she was precious and had to be protected and cared for. It made her feel beautiful and special and safe to feel him licking her so softly and slowly.
She didn’t even flinch when he slipped his long tongue deep into her channel and licked upwards, capturing every last bit of her honey. He was gentle going over her throbbing, sensitive clit and she gave a little sigh of contented pleasure when he was through.
“There you go, Mistress,” he rumbled, looking up at her with half-lidded eyes. “Nice and clean.”
“Thank you, Brax.” She reached for him and stroked his bristly cheek. “You’re so sweet to me.”
“Because you’re special.” He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. “Serenai, I really think?—”
But what he thought was not to be revealed. At that moment, Serenai saw something from the corner of her eye that made her gasp.
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Brax whipped his head around and saw what she was staring at. Standing in the corner of the living area was the black shadow thing with glowing red eyes. As they watched, it drifted closer to Serenai, menacing her silently.
“Oh, Brax—it’s there! It’s coming for me!” she cried and her dark eyes were wide with fear.
Brax was on his feet at once.
