“Bram…Bram!” Alanah heard herself wailing. Gods, it felt amazing the way he was lapping her. And the area between her legs seemed to be throbbing, getting even hotter than it had when he’d rubbed the sacred, warming oil into it.
I wonder if that means it’s working? she thought deliriously. I wonder if my pussy is blooming under his tongue?
But the thought was soon pushed out of her head by the rising tide of pleasure. Close…she was getting close to that peak again and she wanted so desperately to reach it!
She became aware that she was pulling Bram’s hair, tugging on his long, dark braids as she thrust her hips up to meet his mouth. Was she hurting him? Reluctantly, she uncurled her fists from his hair, not wanting to cause him pain.
Immediately, Bram looked up.
“Why did you stop, little one?” he growled. “Why did you stop pulling my hair?”
“Oh, I…I didn’t want to hurt you.” Alanah was panting now, still moving her hips with pleasure because Bram hadn’t stopped. When he’d looked up to talk to her, he had replaced his tongue with one long finger which was currently slipping lazily back and forth over her throbbing bud again and again and again.
“You’re not hurting me, sweetheart,” he assured her. “Or if you are, it’s a good kind of pain. Go ahead—pull on me. I like to know you’re enjoying yourself when I spread your sweet little pussy with my tongue.”
Then he bent his head once more and began swirling the tip of his hot tongue over her aching clit.
“Bram!” she gasped, grabbing his hair again. “Oh Gods, please…please…”
She was getting closer and closer to the peak and this time she knew her pleasure was going to be more intense than ever before.
In response to her moaning and writhing under his tongue, Bram lifted her legs and put them over his broad shoulders. Then he pressed his face deeper between her thighs and sucked her clit into his mouth, teasing the tender little button mercilessly and finally sending her over the edge.
Alanah cried out as the pleasure broke over her like a warm wave. Had she thought her pussy was heating up before? Well, the orgasm Bram had given her increased the sensation tenfold. Suddenly she felt as though her entire sex was throbbing like a second heartbeat between her legs. The sensation increased her pleasure even more, making her cry out and curl her toes as Bram continued to lap and suck as though he couldn’t get enough of her.
“Oh…oh!” Alanah moaned, at last going limp in his arms. “Oh Gods, Bram!”
“Was that good, little one?” He looked up at her and Alanah saw that his lips and jaw were shiny and wet. She frowned hazily—how had that happened?
“So good,” she assured him. “Even better than last night and in the bathing pool. But Bram, your mouth…your lips are all wet.”
“Hmm…” He wiped at his face with his fingers and then looked down at her. “I think I can tell why, sweetheart.”
“What? Why?” Alanah asked uncertainly.
“My lips are wet with your pussy honey. Just look at yourself.” He nodded down between her thighs. “Can you see? Let’s get a little more light.” Raising his voice he said commandingly, “Lights higher.”
At once the lights in the corners of the room came up, augmenting the golden candlelight with their glow.
In the increased illumination, Alanah was able to see something that made her gasp with joy.
Between her legs was no longer a flat mound and a tight, colorless slit. Instead, her pussy lips had become plump—almost puffy—and her mound was rounded and rosy and full.
“Oh, Bram!” she exclaimed. “It worked! I really think it worked!”
“I think so too, sweetheart. Watch,” he murmured. Spreading her thighs a little wider, he swirled one long finger around the entrance to her pussy and then slowly, pushed inside her.
“Oh!” Alanah gasped and tightened her muscles involuntarily. Her people had no maidenhead—they didn’t need one since a female couldn’t be entered before her flower bloomed. But it was still strange to feel something inside her.
“Did I hurt you?” Bram asked anxiously. “I’m sorry, little one.”
“No—no it’s all right. I just…just need to get used to it.” Alanah wriggled her hips a little, feeling the pleasure of being filled for the first time. “Can…” She looked at Bram shyly. “Can you try putting two fingers inside me?”
“If you think you can handle it, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Two of my fingers together are going to be as thick as a regular male’s shaft.”
“Just try it,” Alanah begged. “I want to feel more of you in me—please Bram!”
“As you wish, little one. Very well, spread your pussy wide for me so I can touch you deep inside,” he murmured.
Obediently, Alanah spread her legs even wider and watched as he withdrew his first finger, only to press into her again, this time with two thick digits.
“Oh…Oh, Bram!” she gasped when she felt him reach the end of her channel. “Oh, that feels so good.”
“You like this, little one?” he murmured, sliding his fingers out slowly only to thrust them into her again. “You like it when I fuck your hot little pussy like this?”
The forbidden words made Alanah’s inner muscles clench with desire and she moaned and whimpered, writhing on the invading fingers as he pumped slowly into her newly opened pussy.
“That’s right, little one,” Bram murmured, his eyes half-lidded with lust. “That’s right—ride my fingers, fuck yourself on them. Gods, look how ripe and wet your little pussy is now. Look how you’ve bloomed, Alanah.”
“There’s…there’s only one problem,” Alanah gasped as she rocked her hips in time with his motion. “I still…still don’t have any curls on my mound.”
“Well, we’re not done with the ritual yet,” Bram reminded her. “Do you remember the next line?”
It took Alanah a moment to dredge the words of the fertility ritual up—it was very distracting to have her giant’s thick fingers pumping so deeply into her newly ripened pussy—but at last she moaned,
“With your shaft your part her thighs
The seed shall flow, the shaft shall rise.”
Her eyes widened as she realized what she had just said. “Bram,” she whispered breathlessly. “Does that mean that you’re going to…going to put yourself in me now? Your, uh, shaft I mean?”
“Not all of it,” he said firmly. “Mostly I need to rub it against you. And to complete the ritual, I think it would be good if I filled you with my seed.”
“Filled me?” Alanah’s eyes widened. “But how can you fill me if you don’t, uh put your shaft inside me?”
“Don’t worry, little one—I can fit the head of my shaft to the entrance of your pussy,” he murmured, still stroking inside her. “That way I can shoot my seed deep in your sweet little slit. Right here.” He demonstrated by pressing his fingertips against the end of her channel, making Alanah moan.
“Of…of course,” she murmured. “All right, Bram.”
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yes, Bram—more than ready,” Alanah promised.
“Good.” He withdrew his fingers slowly and held them up for a moment, as though admiring how her pussy juices coated them. Then he sucked them into his mouth, lapping away her honey with his eyes fixed on hers.
“Gods, you taste so sweet, little one,” he growled hoarsely. “Let’s begin.”
He positioned Alanah at the head of the bed, with both her head and her bottom propped up on pillows this time. Then he knelt over her, his large, naked, muscular body like a mountain on the bed before her.
Alanah knew she would have been frightened to death to be in this position with anyone else—especially someone as big as Bram. But she felt only eagerness and love—and a deep desire to feel him enter her, even if it was only a tiny bit.
“Gods, sweetheart,” he groaned as he fisted his massive shaft. “Been wanting you for so long…wanting to spread your sweet littl
e pussy with my cock.”
“Do it then,” Alanah whispered breathlessly. “I want…want to feel it too. I want to feel you in me, Bram—even if it’s just a little.”
“I will but we need to go slowly,” he said, his deep voice hoarse. “Don’t want to hurt you, little one.”
Reaching down, he parted her plump, swollen pussy lips with thumb and fingers, exposing her ripe, aching pink clit which was throbbing as though Alanah needed to come again. With the other hand, he fisted his thick shaft and aimed the broad head, now leaking copious amounts of the clear essence he’d called “precum” at her spread pussy.
Alanah moaned as he rubbed the warm, slippery head of his shaft over her open folds. Since she’d started blooming, she was much more sensitive down there, she thought. More sensitive and more needy too. Gods, she wanted her giant inside her! She wished she could take him now—all of him.
“Please, Bram,” she begged as he slowly slid the head of his shaft up and down her aching furrow. “Please, put it in me! Even if it’s just a little bit, put it in!”
“Gods, little one—I am getting close to coming,” he admitted hoarsely. “But you’re still too little to take the whole thing. I’ll just put the very tip in your hot little pussy.”
Carefully, he slid down until the broad, plum-shaped head was just at the entrance of her channel and Alanah moaned when she felt him press forward, breaching her only the tiniest bit.
But as good as it felt, she wanted more—needed more, she told herself. Wriggling beneath his muscular bulk, she pressed against him, trying to get more of him inside her.
“Little one…” His deep voice was stern. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to get a little more of you in me,” Alanah admitted. “Please, Bram, couldn’t you just put the head in me before…before you come in my pussy?”
He frowned. “Well…it’s less rigid than the rest of my shaft…and I suppose it would help my seed reach the end of your channel better.”
“Please,” Alanah begged again. “I promise to tell you if it hurts. Please, Bram!”
He sighed. “I can deny you nothing, little one. All right, if you really want me to, then spread your pussy as wide as you can.”
Alanah did as she was told, opening her thighs wide for her giant’s shaft and even reaching down to spread her newly plump pussy lips for his invasion.
“Gods your pink little pussy looks so hot. Can’t wait to fill you with my come, little one,” Bram groaned. And then, carefully and slowly, he pushed forward so that the broad, thick head of his shaft slid deeply into Alanah’s tight channel.
She moaned as she felt him enter her. Even though, as he said, the head of his shaft wasn’t as rigid as the rest, it was still a lot to take in her inexperienced, virgin pussy. But it felt right to be opened by him like this—right to spread herself for her giant and take as much of his shaft as she could deep in her tight little slit.
“Bram,” she moaned. “Bram that feels so good.”
“Feels good to me too, little one. And gods, it’s so hot to see your pink little pussy all stretched out around my cock,” he growled. “Are you sure it isn’t hurting?”
“I can feel it stretching me,” Alanah admitted breathlessly. “And I know I can’t take any more of you—not right now anyway. But it doesn’t hurt—it feels right.” She looked up at him, pleading with her eyes. “Please Bram, do it now—finish the ritual and come in me. Shoot…shoot your seed deep in my pussy.”
“Gods little one, hearing you talk like that and feeling your sweet pussy sucking my cock, I can’t help it,” he groaned. “Going to come now—going to flood your hot little channel with my seed and finish the ritual.”
He pumped his long, thick shaft and then Alanah felt him flex and the wide head inside her grew even thicker for a moment. At the same time, the broad pad of Bram’s thumb found her button and began to rub as he pulsed inside her.
The combination of pleasurable sensations was too much for Alanah, who was already on the edge. With a low cry, she felt herself coming once more, felt her pussy contracting around her giant’s broad head, sucking and milking him as though she was trying to get every bit of his seed deep inside her pussy and not spill a single drop.
“Bram!” she cried, arching her back to press him as deeply into her pussy as she could. “Bram I love you! Love you so much!”
“Love you too, sweetheart,” he groaned as he continued to pump into her. Alanah moaned as she felt a river of hot seed invade her body, filling her channel which seemed to drink it in like dry ground drinks in water after a rain.
It felt so good—so right and sweet—she almost didn’t notice the other sensation…the slight tingling at the very top of her newly rounded mound. But when her other pleasure began to finally ebb and she looked down, she gave an excited yelp.
“What is it little one? Did I hurt you?” Bram was instantly alert.
“No, look—look!” Alanah pointed down to the place where his massive shaft still barely pieced her, the broad head still stretching her inner pussy tightly.
Bram’s eyes followed hers and then widened in surprise. For there, at the very top of Alanah’s mound, was a small dusting of reddish-brown curls.
“Oh Bram,” she whispered and suddenly her eyes were filled with tears. “Oh, my giant—you did it. You made me bloom for you. Thank you…thank you and I love you so much.”
“I love you too, little one,” he rumbled. Carefully he withdrew and Alanah was surprised at the amount of white, creamy come that leaked from her newly opened pussy.
“Is it…supposed to all run out like that?” she asked worriedly.
Bram laughed, that low soft chuckle she was growing to love.
“It’s all right, sweetheart—there’s more where that came from.”
He stripped the white, flower petal-covered sheet off the bed and then slid them both under the covers. Holding her close to his massive chest, he tucked the top of her head securely under his chin and wrapped her in his arms.
“Mmm…” Alanah snuggled against him. “This is wonderful.” She looked up at Bram. “I’m ready now—we can get married. Or have a ‘joining ceremony’ as your people call it.”
“We’ll go first thing in the morning,” he promised her. “I can’t wait to claim you as my mate before the Goddess.” He looked down at her. “And, you can claim me before your gods as well, of course.”
“Your Goddess will be my Goddess,” Alanah said decisively. “You told me that a Kindred’s mind aligns with a female when they are compatible and he’s searching for a mate, but don’t you think your deity has something to do with it?”
Bram looked at her in apparent surprise.
“Actually, yes—we believe that the Goddess brings the male to the right female. But I didn’t want to explain it to you that way for fear it would sound like magic.”
“Love is magic,” Alanah said sleepily—she was emotionally and physically worn out. “And if it was your Goddess that brought us together, then I will worship her all the days of my life.” She snuggled closer and sighed in contentment. “I’ve never felt so close to anyone, Bram.”
“We’ll feel even closer after you eat the bonding fruit and we can bond,” Bram remarked, stroking her hair.
“Bond?” Alanah looked up, frowning. “What do you mean?”
“It’s something that can’t happen until I can fit my shaft all the way inside you before filling you with my seed,” he explained. “But I don’t think that will be a problem once you have the bonding fruit.”
“What does it mean though, ‘bonding’?” she asked.
“We’ll form a mental link.” Bram looked as though he was trying to find a way to explain it scientifically, then he gave up and shook his head, grinning. “Which means we’ll be able to speak to each other without opening our mouths—we’ll be able to hear each other’s thoughts.” He gave a sigh that turned into a laugh. “It’s going to seem like more magic to you but hones
tly, it’s just what happens when a Kindred claims a female for his own forever.”
Alanah smiled and yawned again.
“I think…think it sounds wonderful,” she said sleepily. “I want to bond with you, Bram.”
“You will, little one,” he promised. “Ren has told me that the current crop of bonding fruit we’re growing will be ripe very soon—maybe even by tomorrow. Tomorrow night may be our Bonding night.”
“I hope it will be.” Alanah could hardly keep her eyes open. All the amazing pleasure he’d given her and all the changes her body had gone through in such a short time had worn her out. Still, something nagged at her mind—something she felt she ought to remember. Something about why she had come up to the Kindred Mothership with Bram in the first place. But what?
The thought chased her down into sleep but though she tried, she couldn’t bring it into focus.
Oh well, she thought as she finally closed her eyes and gave in to the weariness that was dragging on her eyelids like lead weights. I’m sure it will come to me in the morning.
Chapter Fourteen
Alanah woke up in the middle of the night screaming.
“What is it? What’s happening—what’s wrong?” Bram was instantly on the alert, sitting up in bed and reaching for his blaster, ready to kill or maim anyone threatening his bride.
But soon he realized the truth—there was no intruder in their bed chamber—Alanah was just having a bad dream. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut and she was crying out and writhing beside him.
“No! No you can’t! They’ll be killed—all killed!”
Putting down his blaster, Bram took her by the shoulders and shook her gently but firmly.
“Alanah? Sweetheart? Wake up, little one—you’re having a nightmare. Wake up,” he told her.
At last her gray eyes flew open and he saw stark terror in their depths.
“Oh Bram,” she gasped, clinging to him. “It was awful! I saw it—I saw it and it’s headed straight for my people! It’s going to kill them all!”