Free Pure Healing by Aja James Page A

as if vying for her attention, volunteering to be drawn upon. His penis elongated and thickened further, to the point that he was sure he would explode from the pressure within. It pushed against the slender fingers that held it, the fingertips far from meeting around the swollen girth, as if fighting against the confinement, yet begging to be held even tighter. He felt a trickle of moisture seep out of the narrow slit in the enormous head, and despite himself, his hips bucked awkwardly, desperately against her hand.
She seemed to know what his body wanted, even as his mind struggled to distance itself, horrified by what was happening to him. She gripped him tighter and brushed her thumb slowly, continuously over the head of his penis, back and forth, back and forth, until his entire length was wetted and the tip became so sensitive he had to bite his tongue on a plea for her to end this merciless torture. All the while she drew steadily from his vein, at once draining his strength yet filling him with renewed vigor. The undeniable drive to Mate.
Abruptly she withdrew her fangs and licked the two small wounds closed, though her hand increased the friction around his penis.
“Shall I see what else you have to offer, warrior?” she asked on a languorous sigh, like a feline awaking from a long, satisfying nap.
His helpless gaze followed her as she went down before him on her knees, now both hands gripping his staff covetously. His monstrous erection jerked in anticipation, his body shuddered in fear, and his mind recoiled against the vision of her before him.
Please. Please please let him withstand this, he begged the Goddess. He could not fail. He would not fail.
But memories of the past assailed him, as real as physical blows. He closed his eyes briefly and prayed for strength, then opened them wide and stared at the woman between his legs.
It was Rain, he reminded himself.
She needed him. He could see that even a few draws upon his vein had brightened her countenance, infusing her cheeks with a rosy glow. It was in his power to revive her completely, return her to her original vitality. She wouldn’t have suffered as she did if he’d been her Consort ten years ago. For the past few years, he’d stood by and watched her slowly waste away. He could have prevented her pain. He’d been too selfish. Too cowardly.
No more. He would not fail her again.
“Take me,” he urged in a rough, husky voice, pushing his hips forward, the wetted head of his cock grazing her closed lips.
Stunned at the blatant offer, Rain raised her eyes to meet his.
This was Rain. His body shuddered in recognition. He was giving himself to Rain. As the thought washed over him, his muscles seemed to relax, his inner battle subsiding, and a potent musk filled the air.
Rain’s pupils dilated, her nostrils flaring at the sudden fragrance that filled her senses, permeating her very pores. It was a combination of sunlight and earth, fresh rain and clean man. She grew heady from the scent and felt her core throb in recognition.
This was Valerius. The warrior she had wanted for so long, the Nourishment for which she starved. On a sigh of relief, she gave in to her deepest desires.
With both hands she brought his cock to her lips and opened her mouth around the plump, hot head. His gasp as she did so fueled her passion further. Slowly she began to suckle him, only the very tip of him fitting in her small mouth. But it was enough for her as she lapped up his milk greedily.
The taste of him was ambrosia to her. Tangy, salty, wondrous. Vaguely it occurred to her that all others before and after him paled in comparison. She would go on to have many more Consorts over the ages, but there would be no other such as he.
She moved one of her hands to the heavy sacs beneath his penis and squeezed ever so lightly. On command, the flow of his Nourishment became stronger, filling her mouth with a thin stream of cream. It was not nearly enough. But she knew she was already