Taming the Giant_A Kindred tales novel

  Bram sucked in his breath. “Ah, Gods…little one…”

  “Do you like that?” Alanah asked softly. “Does it feel good to have my lips on you?” She didn’t know where she’d gotten such boldness but somehow it seemed natural to touch and kiss her giant so.

  “You know that I do,” he growled softly. “Your hot little mouth feels so good on me, little one.”

  “I’m glad,” Alanah murmured. She liked the idea of giving her giant pleasure, just as he had given her the night before. There was a drop of something clear on the tip of his shaft, right where the tiny slit was. “Is this your seed?” She asked.

  “It will be—it’s part of my male essence.” His deep voice sounded hoarse. “It’s what I need to rub against you—rub into you—to help you bloom.”

  “Mmm…” Alanah liked the idea of the broad head rubbing her most sensitive areas. “Can…can I taste it?” she asked, stroking his shaft up and down with both hands. Gods, he was so long and thick!

  “Yes, little one” Bram groaned. “In fact, it’s a good idea to get as much of my essence—my precum, we call it—in and on you as possible if this ritual is going to work.”

  “In that case…” Alanah bent her head—she didn’t have to bend far due to their size difference—and lapped at the head of his shaft, letting her tongue explore the tiny slit and tasting the salty essence he’d called precum. Then she sucked him—taking only the head into her mouth, since there was no way she could fit the thick shaft—trying to get more of it.

  “Gods, little one—be careful!” Bram groaned. “You’ll make me come down your throat and I don’t want to scare you.”

  Reluctantly, Alanah pulled away and looked up at him.

  “I’m not scared of you, Bram,” she murmured. “Though you are a giant, you’re my giant.” She stroked him again, up and down, coaxing another droplet of precum to the tip of his shaft so she could suck it away. “I want so much to be open for you,” she told him earnestly. “I want all of this inside me, Bram, all of you inside me.” She measured his shaft, sliding her hands over his thick, throbbing length. It was fully erect now and would have been a daunting sight if she hadn’t wanted him so badly. “I want to bloom so you can fill me with yourself,” she whispered.

  He groaned softly and leaned down to capture her mouth, tasting his own essence on her lips.

  “And you will bloom, little one. We’ll see to that. Come on—let’s go into the bathing pool.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Bram couldn’t believe how beautiful and brave his princess was. The feeling of her little hands stroking up and down his cock had nearly driven him crazy. And the feel of her hot mouth, sucking at the head, trying to get as much of his precum as she could, had nearly made him shoot.

  But he wanted to prolong this pleasure. Indeed, he needed to if he ever wanted to make her bloom. And Goddess, he wanted that more than anything—wanted her to bloom for him.

  Once into the warm waters of the bathing pool, Alanah’s thin white gown clung to her even more, making his mouth water, he wanted her so badly. Though he was tempted to take it off her at once so that he could feel her soft, firm breasts and luscious curves, Bram took Alanah in his arms once more and kissed her instead. Gods, she felt so good against him—so right. And the more he kissed her and tasted her mouth, the more open she became to him.

  At last, when she was openly moaning and pressing herself against him, he reached for the hem of her gown.

  “I think it’s time to take this off now, don’t you?” he murmured.

  “Yes…yes, I guess so.” She looked up at him, her gray eyes still a little shy but hot too—needy in the same way he felt needy for her.

  Bram helped her pull it over her head and then took her hand and led her to the deep end of the bathing pool where there was a ledge to sit on. Alanah had to cling to him part of the way because the water would have gone over her head but once he was seated, he drew her to him.

  “Now what?” she asked, somewhat breathlessly. Her long hair was wet and sleek and her eyes looked huge with uncertainty and desire.

  “Now you’re going to sit on my lap so I can wash you,” Bram told her.

  “All right.” Alanah perched herself on his knees demurely but he shook his head.

  “No, not like that, little one. Like this.”

  Lifting her, he placed her so that she straddled him with her back to his front. He made certain his shaft was between her legs so that it stuck out in front of her and her soft little pussy rested against the thick base of it.

  “Oh!” Alanah turned her head to look up at him. “Is this…is this all right? I’m not hurting you, am I?”

  “By pressing your sweet pussy against my shaft?” He rumbled laughter. “Hardly, little one. “Just try and relax—I put you this way for a purpose. I want your button to feel stimulated and hot while I wash you. So go ahead and rub yourself against me if you want.”

  “Oh…all right.” But she sat still, as though she wasn’t certain she really ought to take him up on his offer.

  That was all right with Bram—he hoped to make her squirm in just a moment. There was a foaming bathing lotion he’d chosen just for this purpose already laid out near the edge of the pool. Squirting some in one palm, he rubbed his hands together and then began caressing and massaging Alanah’s shoulders.

  “Oh! Oh…” Her first gasp was of surprise but the second was bliss. “Oh Bram, that feels amazing!”

  “I’m glad you like it, little one,” he murmured as he focused on rubbing the tension out of her muscles. Soon enough, she was much more relaxed—enough to lean back with her shoulder blades against his hard abdomen.

  It was then that Bram began moving his hands down her sides and reaching around to cup her breasts. They were soft and smooth and heavy in his hands—perfectly beautiful, even the tiny, undeveloped nipples. Bram loved them but he knew how much Alanah wanted them to be long and ripe and pink.

  Gently, he tugged on them, making her moan and writhe on his lap. He thought he could feel her outer pussy lips parting just a little bit as she ground herself against his cock.

  “Oh, Bram,” she whispered again, thrusting her breasts more fully into his hands. “I love the feel of you touching me!”

  “I’m just washing you, sweetheart,” he murmured, as he continued to stroke and pull at her little pink nubs. “Are you ready for me to wash you lower now?”

  She turned her head to look up at him again.

  “You mean…you want to wash my flower…my pussy now?”

  “Mmm-hmm,” he murmured. “Are you ready to let me? Ready to let me wash that sweet little button of yours?”

  “Yes, Bram—please. Please do.” She leaned back against him and spread her legs even wider so that he could feel her little pussy opening more against his cock.

  The sensation made him groan deep in his throat and he couldn’t help imagining what it would be like after she bloomed and had some of the bonding fruit. Couldn’t help picturing her soft, sweet little pussy sucking his long thick shaft deep inside…

  But they had to take this slowly. He squirted more of the foaming lotion on his fingertips and then reached under the water to stroke up and down her tight little slit.

  “Mmm…Bram!” she whispered breathlessly when his fingertip found her hot little button. He was certain it had grown plumper since the night before when he’d first teased it out from between her pussy lips. Gently he stroked it, circling it with one fingertip, sliding around and around, feeling it throb with need.

  “Do you like that, little one?” he murmured in her ear. “Do you like it when I pet your sweet pussy? When I stroke your hot little clit?”

  “Yes…” Alanah was moaning now, rubbing against his fingers shamelessly, really letting herself go. “Yes, please, Bram—I love it! And I feel…feel like I’m getting close again. Close to…to feeling like I did last night.”

  “Close to coming, you mean?” He kept up a steady rhythm
as he spoke. “That’s good, little one. You need to come—need to have plenty of orgasms tonight. Besides, I want to feel you coming against my cock.”

  She was still pressed against him as he rubbed her and he thought he could feel her opening, just a little. He wished he could slip one finger down and test her entrance to see if it had widened at all, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment if it hadn’t. Better just to make her come so she would feel warm and relaxed for the next part of their ritual.

  “Oh…” Alanah’s slippery little body was grinding against him now as she worked her hips, seeking more of the pleasure he was giving her. “Oh Bram, I’m so close.”

  “Come for me then, sweetheart,” he growled softly, using one hand to caress her soft breasts as he stroked her clit with the other. “Come for me now.”

  His words seemed to release something inside her and Alanah went stiff against him, a low, ragged moan tearing from her throat.

  Coming, gods, she’s coming so hard! Unable to help himself, he slipped his middle finger lower and stoked the quivering entrance of her sex with it. His cock surged when he was able to slip the tip inside her and feel her sweet little sex sucking and milking at it. Gods, he wished it was the tip of his cock instead!

  Well, maybe by the end of the night it will be—if the ritual goes as planned, he told himself.

  Alanah moaned and rubbed harder, trying to push more of his finger into her tight entrance.

  “Bram,” she moaned. “I…I think I’m more open than I was last night.”

  “I think so too, little one,” he remarked, withdrawing his finger reluctantly. “Which means its time to perform our fertility ritual.”

  “Is it?” She stopped writhing and looked up at him, panting, her gray eyes solemn. “And…you really think it will work?”

  “I know it will,” Bram said, hoping he was right. But he made his voice firm and certain. “Come on, sweetheart,” he told her. “Let’s get dried off so I can anoint you with the sacred oils.”

  * * * * *

  Alanah’s whole body still felt boneless with pleasure. She was more than happy to let Bram scoop her up in his arms and carry her out of the bathing pool. He wrapped a long red towel around his narrow waist and then knelt in front of her and dried her with another one, tenderly as though she was a precious, breakable thing.

  Alanah couldn’t help thinking that no one who saw him for the first time would guess how gentle he could be. He was so huge and muscular but he was always so careful of her—so tender.

  With him on his knees, she was able to take his face in her hands and kiss him.

  “Bram,” she murmured. “Thank you for being so sweet and patient with me. I…I know it must be frustrating, waiting for me to bloom.”

  “Never,” he swore softly. “I care for you, little one. I love you. I’ll wait a thousand years if I have to but I’m never letting you go.”

  “Oh Bram, I love you too!”

  His sweet words made Alanah want him even more. She kissed him again, darting her tongue between his lips to taste him even more deeply. Gods, how she needed him!

  At last she pulled back and looked into his glowing, sapphire eyes.

  “Work the ritual,” she begged softly. “Help me bloom for you.”

  “As you wish, little one.” With a growl of pure need, he swung her into his arms again and carried her into the bedroom.

  To Alanah’s surprise, there were candles lit and glowing softly on the nightstands and the vast bed was draped in a white, silken sheet and covered all over with small, red things.

  “Oh—flower petals,” she exclaimed, when Bram laid her down in the middle of them. “You used flower petals!”

  “It’s part of the ritual,” he said gravely. “What better way to help my little one bloom than to use the petals of flowers that have bloomed already?”

  “They’re beautiful!” Alanah rubbed one between her fingers, marveling at the crimson color and the sweet scent it gave off when crushed.

  “Just like you,” Bram told her. He went to the nightstand and took out a delicate blue glass bottle. “And now for the sacred oil…and the ritual,” he murmured.

  “Oh…” Alanah watched him with wide eyes. “What should I do?”

  “Say the poem—the verses of the ritual you overheard when you were a child,” Bram instructed. “But slowly, all right?”

  “All right,” Alanah whispered.

  She watched as he poured a drizzle of the sacred oil onto one broad palm and then rubbed his hands together. He was sitting on the side of the bed, leaning over her and she thought she had never felt so small…yet so protected and loved. Slowly, she began to recite.

  “With your hands, you mold her flesh…”

  As she spoke, Bram lowered his hands and, starting at her shoulders, began to stroke down the length of her body. Alanah moaned in enjoyment as his warm palms and fingers traced over arms and sides and legs, all the way down to her ankles. He slid his hands up again and cupped the full curves of her breasts, stopping to tease her nipples some more as he had in the bathing pool, and then ran one big hand down her trembling belly.

  “Open your legs for me now, little one,” he murmured. “I need to spread the sacred oil everywhere you need to bloom.”

  Heart beating hard against her ribs, Alanah obeyed, parting her thighs for his seeking fingers and moaning as he teased the tiny nub of her clit yet again. The sacred oil seemed to warm on contact with her skin and she gasped in surprise as she felt its heat penetrate her clit and tease her to pleasure once more.

  Was the warming oil magic…or science? Alanah didn’t know and at this point, she didn’t care. She just wanted to never stop feeling the gentle caress of his fingertip around and around her throbbing button. But after a while, Bram withdrew.

  “The Goddess knows I love giving you pleasure little one,” he said. “But the next time you come I want it to be on my tongue.”

  “On…on your tongue?” Alanah asked breathlessly. “But…but the next part of the ritual says, ‘Lay your mouth upon her breast.’ It doesn’t say anything about, uh, putting your mouth lower down.”

  “I’m changing it a little,” Bram growled softly. “I want to lick your sweet pussy. Want to spread your pussy lips and tease your little clit with my tongue. But don’t worry…” He gave her a sleepy, amused grin, full of desire. “I won’t neglect your nipples either.”

  Leaning over her, he let his tongue trail over her tiny right nipple, making Alanah gasp with pleasure. Gods, she wished her nipples were long and pink and ripe for him but Bram didn’t seem to mind that they weren’t. He sucked her little nubs into his mouth, teasing very gently with his teeth and then nursing hard before bathing them with his tongue again to ease the little stinging pain he’d caused.

  “Oh!” Alanah felt as though her whole body was throbbing and coming alive. She moaned and gripped his head, tugging at his thick black hair and pushing her breasts up to his mouth, wanting to get more of the addictive pleasure he was giving her.

  At last Bram looked up, his eyes heavy-lidded with lust.

  “Mmm…I could suck your sweet nipples all night, little one,” he growled softly. “But that would mean neglecting your pussy.”

  “Oh…” Alanah whispered. “Does that mean you want to…want to taste me now?”

  He nodded. “So damn much. Kindred males need to taste their mates. I’ve been thinking about this moment from the first time we started dream-sharing.”

  Alanah bit her lip. “But I bet you thought my pussy was already ripe and bloomed for you when you, um, imagined that, didn’t you?”

  Bram cupped her cheek and looked into her eyes.

  “Your pussy is beautiful, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Bloomed or unbloomed. I just want to taste you.”

  “All right.” She nodded, feeling her whole body surge at the thought. “But how…”

  “Like this.” Taking her by the ankles, he pulled her down to the end of the high bed so th
at her knees and calves dangled off the end of it. Then he took one of the long pillows from the end of the bed and tucked it under her bottom. “The perfect height,” he murmured as he knelt and settled himself between her knees. “And it’s good because you can see me licking you too.”

  Alanah looked down at her body and realized something she hadn’t noticed before.

  “Bram,” she said excitedly. “My nipples…do you think they’re bigger?”

  “Hmm…” He had been about to lean over her but now he looked up, frowning a little. “You know, I think they are.”

  “The ritual—it’s working!” Alanah felt a wave of excitement. Her nipples, while still a little small, where definitely riper and rosier than before. She just hoped she could experience the same effect between her legs. “Go on,” she begged Bram. “You’re making me bloom, my giant—please, do more!”

  “With pleasure, little one.” His voice was a low, hungry growl as he parted her legs and leaned down to lap at her narrow slit.

  Alanah gasped and bucked her hips when she felt his big, warm tongue start at the very bottom, at her entrance, and then slide upward, over her throbbing clit.

  “Oh, Bram!’ she exclaimed. Gods, his mouth was so hot and the feeling of him licking her there, in such a forbidden place, was much more exciting than she’d even anticipated. Though she’d heard the married women of the court whisper about how their husbands expected them to lick and suck their shafts at great length, no one had ever said the reverse might be possible. Alanah had never dreamed of having a man who would hunger to lick and kiss between her legs, to explore the petals of her flower with his tongue.

  And Bram seemed to be truly hungry for her. He kissed her tenderly at first, then lapped and sucked her. Alanah moaned to watch the erotic sight of her giant spreading her legs even wider as he used his thumbs to open her outer pussy lips and then carefully traced every inch of her slippery pink petals with the tip of his tongue. It was almost as though he was giving her a tongue bath, the way a mother catkin might bathe a kitkin—as though he wanted to be certain every bit of her was thoroughly tasted and licked.