When the two of them woke up the next morning, Nallah had smiled at him shyly and she hadn’t flinched once when he reached for her. As Reeve gathered her to his chest and breathed in the sweet scent of her gold and silver hair, he reflected on what a loving heart she had. How many females could or would forgive the awful things Harryx had done to Nallah? The way he had hurt her and beat her and killed her pet—the man was a complete bastard! Yet Nallah was so kind and forgiving—and probably so starved for love and tenderness—that she was willing to give him a second chance despite all his evil and abusiveness.
Harryx, you asshole, Reeve had thought at his sleeping host. You have no idea how lucky you are. You don’t deserve a female as sweet and beautiful as Nallah and she sure as hell doesn’t deserve to be saddled with you.
After a delicious breakfast—Reeve had the feeling that Nallah was going out of the way to prove she really was a good cook, despite the burned meal of the night before—he had asked her what people did for fun on Hascion Five.
Hesitantly, Nallah had mentioned a kind of amusement park—a place with rides and games and shows that her father had taken her and her sister to once when she was younger.
It sounded like a good way to spend the day to Reeve and besides, it was clear that Nallah needed a little fun in her life. They spent the day soaring high over the city on a circular swing, eating too-sweet tsel-fluff from a tall, narrow cone, and laughing as Reeve attempted to win Nallah a stuffed lanna toy at a game of chance and skill where he had to shoot as many targets with a toy blaster as possible.
The place had reminded Reeve a little of a carnival he had attended once on Earth and it had thrilled him to see the pure, undiluted joy in Nallah’s lovely eyes as they rode the rides and played the games together. There were other males there with their wives as well as parents with their children. It was, for the most part, a happy place.
It had occurred to Reeve that not all of Hascion Five was bad—there were males who genuinely loved their wives and treated them decently. However, the way their society was structured, it was too easy for a male to mistreat and abuse those that were weaker than him. And since the Hascions didn’t have Kindred DNA or ideals which led to a reverence and protectiveness of females, they were twice as likely to commit abuses.
Absolute power corrupts absolutely, Reeve had thought, as he looked past the happy, smiling faces to a male who was shouting at his wife. The poor female appeared to be trying hard not to cry, her eyes glistening as her mouth quivered unhappily under her lace veil.
Something needed to change here on Hascion Five. Women had no power at all and no escape if their males were abusive. If only someone could help them—take them away from this awful place as he longed to take Nallah…
Remembering his thoughts at the carnival that day snapped Reeve back to the present. Did he want to take Nallah away from here? And could he do it? Would she want to go? What would she think if she found out the truth—that it wasn’t her husband touching her so gently—that it was a stranger in Harryx’s body who had fallen in love with her?
Fallen in love? Have you really fallen in love with her? whispered a little voice in his head. What are you thinking of Reeve? You’re here to complete a mission, not fall in love. Especially not with another male’s wife! What’s wrong with you?
But he couldn’t shake the feeling that had been growing inside him—the feeling that Nallah didn’t belong with the brutish, cruel host he was in. Harryx didn’t deserve her.
She ought to be mine, whispered a growling, possessive voice in Reeve’s head. Mine and not his. He doesn’t know how to appreciate her—doesn’t do anything but beat and abuse her. Mine, she ought to be mine!
“My husband?”
The soft, tentative voice behind him made her turn to see Nallah standing there. Tonight she was clad, not in a sex garment, but in a soft, silky robe which ended at mid thigh. Though the robe, which was deep silver, was belted loosely around her waist, it was clear she had on nothing beneath it.
Reeve sucked in a breath. Goddess help me! he thought, looking at the way her tight little nipples poked out under the thin, silky fabric. Help me be gentle—help me be careful and control myself.
He was well aware that the body he was in had a build up of sexual tension since he had never relieved himself after teaching Nallah to touch herself the night before. Now he wished he had slipped into the fresher and jerked off once or twice. Just looking at the soft, curvy little female made him so hard it felt like his cock was going to burst.
Still, he needed to be gentle with her—needed to be sweet, he reminded himself. If he pushed her or frightened her, he was no better than the bastard whose body he was currently wearing.
“Hi, sweetheart,” he said, trying to keep the growl of need out of his voice. “Ready for bed?”
“Not…not until I offer you my submission.” She came forward and opened her robe, showing him her bare body before she knelt at his feet, as she had the night before. Looking up at him, she asked, “Oh my husband, how do you wish to use me tonight?”
“Gods, baby.” Reaching down, he lifted her back to her feet. “Told you,” he said thickly, “I’m not going to use you. I’m different now. Not going to do that to you anymore.”
“So you reject my submission again?” There was a troubled look in her golden eyes which Reeve struggled to understand. Surely she didn’t want to be hurt or taken roughly the way Harryx had probably taken her. So why was she so upset that he refused to “use” her as she put it?
“Is that a problem, sweetheart?” he asked, looking into her eyes.
“No, of course not, my husband.” Nallah bit her lip, looking down at her hands. “It’s just that…”
“Just that what?” Reeve prompted gently when she trailed off.
“Just that when a man refuses his wife’s submission several times in a row it usually means he’s looking for a new wife,” she finished in a rush. She glanced up at him, her eyes filled with fear. “Are you…do I not please you anymore, my husband? Do you wish to find a new wife who pleases you more?”
“What?” Reeve could scarcely believe his ears. “Baby, there’s nobody who can please me more than you,” he exclaimed, taking her by the shoulders and looking her in the eye. “Nobody. Of course I’m not looking for a new wife.”
“Oh.” Nallah bit her lip again and looked down. “I just thought…”
Reeve frowned in frustration. Clearly she wasn’t sure if she could trust him or not—not that he could blame her after some of the things Harryx had put her through. But he still didn’t want to hurt or scare her. Suddenly he had an idea.
“I tell you what, baby,” he murmured, lifting her chin so that he was looking into her eyes again. “How about if I offer you a submission tonight instead?”
“What?” Nallah shook her head, clearly not understanding.
“Let me please you tonight.” Reeve sank to the floor at her feet, kneeling before her just as she had knelt before him moments ago. He took a moment to place a soft, sucking kiss on one of her bare nipples, feeling the little point harden against his tongue and then placed a second kiss on the other. “Let me bring you pleasure,” he murmured.
“Oh!” Nallah moaned and he felt her soft little fingers carding through his hair as he sucked and licked her tender peaks gently. At last he released her second nipple and then, slowly, he trailed a line of soft kisses down her abdomen, ending at the place just above her mound.
Looking up at her he said softly, “Let me taste you, baby.”
Nallah’s breath seemed to catch in her slender throat. “You…you mean taste my…taste me there?” She looked down at herself uncertainly to where the silky robe had fallen open, revealing the soft, smooth skin of her abdomen and after that, the rounded mound of her pussy.
“That’s exactly what I want to do.” Reeve tried to keep the hunger out of his voice—though he wasn’t completely successful. Gods, he wanted her!
“But…hus
bands do not lower themselves in that way to wives,” Nallah protested, still sounding rather breathless, Reeve thought. “And besides, how could it bring you pleasure?”
“Your pleasure is my pleasure, baby,” Reeve assured her. Slowly he drew her robe further part, baring her completely. Looking up into her face to gage her reaction, he placed a soft, gentle kiss on the apex of her sex, just at the top of her slit. “Will you let me taste you tonight, Nallah?” he murmured. “Will you spread your soft little pussy for me and let me lap your sweet honey?”
“Oh!” It came out as almost a moan and he could see the uncertainty leaving her face to be replaced by the same need he felt himself. It was all about giving her the choice, Reeve thought to himself. All about asking instead of forcing.
“Please, Nallah,” he murmured, stroking gently up her naked thighs to cup her rounded ass cheeks. “Please let me taste your pussy.”
“All…all right,” she whispered at last, still looking half disbelieving. “If…if you really want to, my husband.”
Reeve had never wanted anything more in his life.
“Gods, yes,” he growled softly. Rising to his feet, he swung her into his arms and kissed her mouth tenderly but thoroughly. Then he brought her to the bed and laid her down so that her lower legs hung off the end.
Nallah watched uncertainly, propped on her forearms as he arranged the pillows—several under her head so she could watch what he was doing and one on the floor for him to kneel on. He intended to take his time with her and a hard floor could be rough on the knees.
“My husband?” she said, making the title into a question as he knelt before her and got between her thighs.
“Yes, baby?” Reeve looked up at her, taking in the gorgeous sight of her full, round breasts with their tight nipples and her little pink pussy slit already spreading to show the treasures inside.
“Are…are you certain you want to do this?” Nallah still seemed to be having a hard time believing it.
Reeve could guess why. The Hascions probably had some kind of rule about how a male could never go down on a female. Once again, the exact opposite of Kindred who not only wanted to taste their chosen female’s pussy—they actually needed to.
“Baby,” he murmured, tearing his eyes from her lush, curvy body and looking into her eyes. “I’ve never wanted to do anything more. Unless you want me to stop. In which case, I promise I will. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to do.”
“No, it…it’s all right,” she assured him, her cheeks flushing with what he thought must be a mixture of shame and desire. “If…if you truly wish to taste me, I will be open to you, my husband. I will…submit to you in all ways.”
“I only want you to submit to what you want,” Reeve told her sternly. “Do you want this, baby?” Leaning down, he placed a soft, open mouthed kiss over her half-parted slit, letting his lips linger on the tight little button of her clit. Then he looked up at her again. “Do you?”’
“Yes.” Nallah nodded but it was her body as much as her words which finally convinced Reeve it was all right to continue. Her thighs had fallen all the way open, her breasts were heaving, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were heavy-lidded in anticipation of the pleasure he would give her. Gods, but he loved to see her laid out like this for him—a visual feast as well as a literal one—he couldn’t wait to taste her.
But he didn’t want to scare her either—he still needed to take things slow.
Accordingly, he didn’t dive right in and start lapping her swollen pussy at once. Instead, he lifted her legs and kissed the undersides of her knees…then her inner thighs, sliding his tongue gently up and down her sensitive flesh, taking his time getting to where he so desperately wanted to be.
“Oh,” he heard Nallah murmuring. “Oh my…”
Reeve looked up for a moment.
“Just relax, baby,” he muttered thickly. “Just relax and let me take my time tasting you. This is too good to rush.”
Her answer was a soft moan and the tentative touch of her hand in his hair. Reeve lifted his head and rubbed against her palm, almost as though he was one of her pets. Touch me while I taste you, the gesture said. Don’t be afraid—take what you want.
Nallah moaned and stroked his head more firmly, letting her fingers ruffle through his hair as he kissed his way up her thighs until he finally reached her pussy. She was getting wet by now, he saw with approval. Her outer pussy lips were swollen with need and they were spreading open, showing her pink inner cunt which was glistening with her juices. His sweet, curvy little Nallah was definitely ready to be tongue-fucked.
Still he took his time, sucking first one outer lip into his mouth and then the other, bathing the outside of her pussy with his tongue, lapping and sucking her outer areas until she moaned restlessly and shifted her hips towards him, mutely asking for more.
Reeve was more than happy to give it to her. Spreading her pussy lips with his thumbs, he finally allowed himself to dive in. Starting at the dripping entrance to her pussy, he dragged his tongue upward, lapping her soft inner cunt, thirstily gathering as much of her sweet, salty honey as he could.
Gods, she tasted good! He could feel a low groan of pure need rising in his throat as he gave himself to the pleasure of giving her pleasure—of tasting and licking her. He was careful to keep an eye on her though—gauging her reaction every step of the way, making certain she was still with him, still enjoying this.
He needn’t have worried. Nallah seemed to be really enjoying having her pussy eaten for the first time. She was moaning openly now, both her little hands twisted in his hair as she thrust her hips up to let him lap her open pussy more fully. Soft little moans were coming from her lush, parted lips and her nipples were so tight and hard Reeve wished he could suck them as well to ease the ache which must have gathered in their sensitive tips.
But for now he was completely focused on her pussy. It was open completely for him now—showing her sweet pink insides as well as her throbbing clit which seemed to be begging for his attention.
Reeve was more than happy to honor the mute request. Sucking the little bud between his lips, he traced it with his tongue, making Nallah cry out and buck her hips, her fingers tightening in his hair as she ground her open pussy against his mouth.
Gods, that’s right, baby, he thought, wishing he had a link with her as all Kindred did with their mates so he could tell her what he was thinking. That’s right—ride my face. Use me for your pleasure. Open that sweet little pussy for me and let me lap up all your honey—all your juices.
“Oh…oh!” she was moaning over and over. “Oh, I think…think I’m going to come like I did last night. Please, oh my husband…please don’t stop!” she begged, tugging even harder at his hair.
Reeve knew what that meant—he needed to keep doing exactly what he was doing, only just a little harder. He sucked her clit deeper into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and around the little bud in a slightly faster rhythm. He wanted to make her come in his mouth—no, he fucking needed to. Needed to feel her bucking against him while her pussy trembled and spasmed against his lips and she gushed her honey into his mouth.
At last, with a gasping cry, Nallah did exactly that. He felt her clit throb against his tongue and then she was shaking uncontrollably, her body tilting over the edge in response to his relentless licking. Her inner pussy spasmed and he tasted fresh honey when he lapped lower between her thighs—tasted it right from the source as she came just for him.
With a low groan, Reeve realized he couldn’t hold back anymore. His cock felt like a hot bar of iron between his legs and he was ready to explode. He reached between his thighs, gripped his shaft and pumped twice before he was overflowing, coming as hard as the soft, curvy little female he was starting to love came too, her pussy trembling under his tongue.
“Oh!” Nallah moaned, bucking against him again. “Oh, yes…please, yes!”
Gods, was she about to come again? The thought made Re
eve hard once more, despite the fact that he had just finished coming.
Wanting to increase her pleasure, he reached up and slid two fingers deep in her channel, meaning to make her even hotter for her second orgasm.
But his penetration had a wholly unintended effect. Nallah’s thighs clamped shut and her moans of pleasure stopped as though cut off by a knife. Her whole body seemed to stiffen and shut down and Reeve could feel the tension in her muscles—not of pleasure but of fear.
“Nallah?” He withdrew at once but it was too late, her eyes were cloudy with uncertainty and fright.
Reeve looked at her anxiously. What had happened? Had his sudden penetration scared her that much?
“I’m sorry, baby,” he said, getting out from between her legs and going to sit beside her on the bed. “I should have asked before I penetrated you. I didn’t know…didn’t think…”
“It’s all right, oh my husband,” she whispered. But it was clear from the set of her mouth—the corners forced up into a trembling approximation of a smile—and the look in her eyes as well as the tension all through her small body that nothing could be farther from the truth.
“Bullshit, you’re not all right,” Reeve said frowning. “Please, sweetheart, tell me what’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing.” She shook her head. “Only that…that it made me think of…of the last time you were…were punishing me. That’s all. It…startled me.”
And pulled her completely out of the moment and shut her down, Reeve thought, frowning. What had Harryx done to her that was so awful? He really didn’t want to know…yet he thought it was time to find out.
First, though, he needed to comfort Nallah and help her feel comfortable in his arms again—as comfortable as she could feel in the arms of a man who had hurt her deeply, that was.