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Lan’ara gave him a serene smile.

“It brings me pleasure when you take pleasure in my body,” she had explained. “So no, I do not mind.”

This had led to Nate kneading her full breasts and teasing her nipples several times before they had even gotten out of the cabin. And now that they were back on the road, he still had an arm looped around her waist. Lan’ara seemed to want to be as close to him as possible and he was beginning to feel the same way about her. He had never been with such a beautiful, sexually uninhibited woman before—he found her very presence intoxicating.

And there was one thing he found especially interesting—the last time he had been kneading and massaging her bare breasts, he had seen a small bead of amber liquid appear on the tip of one tight nipple. It reminded Nate of his erotic dream and he’d had a sudden urge to bend down and take her tight peak in his mouth to taste it.

But he was mindful that Lan’ara wasn’t ready to go there yet. She seemed to have some kind of schedule of when and how they could touch each other—it all had to do with their Claiming Period—and Nate was determined to abide by it. Still, he couldn’t help wanting more.

“Tell me,” he murmured, as they walked back the way they had come, towards the seaside resort where they were staying, “When exactly does the next part of our Claiming Period start?”

Lan’ara turned her luminous purple eyes up to his, a little smile playing around the corner of her mouth.

“Why? Are you longing to feel my lips wrapped around your shaft as I suck your cream out of your cock?” she murmured.

God! Nate’s cock went from half-mast to full attention in an instant. He loved the way she talked dirty to him in that sweet, soft voice of hers!

“Actually, I was wondering when I get to suck your beautiful breasts?” he growled softly, reaching around to cup one of her full globes in his right hand.

Lan’ara allowed this even though they were out in the open walking on a public road. Though to be fair, they were the only ones on it that Nate could see. She even shifted some so that her dress fell down and he could cup her bare breast without the fabric in the way.

“Soon, Nate,” she promised, moaning softly as he tugged gently at her nipple. “Soon we will put our mouths on each other and taste each other’s bodies—but the time is not yet here. We will know it when it comes.”

Nate wasn’t sure how they would know it, but he hoped he didn’t have to wait very long.

When they reached the wayside shrine, he was so horny it felt like his cock was wearing a hole in the loose white trousers he wore. Lan’ara led him inside and put a garland of dried flowers over the door just as she had previously, to let anyone walking by know the shrine was occupied. Then she pushed him down on one of the wooden benches and lifted the hem of her dress.

“Come—let us pay homage to the Goddess together,” she murmured as her sweet pussy came into view. Nate nearly groaned—she was already so wet and hot! Her soft little pussy lips were swollen with need and parting to show the ripe berry of her clit.

“With pleasure, sweetheart,” he growled, opening his trousers and releasing his stiff cock eagerly.

Lan’ara straddled him and pressed her wet, open pussy to his shaft just as she had the night before. Then, once she’d gotten his thickness settled between her pussy lips, she gripped his shoulders and proceeded to ride him like he was a fucking stallion.

Of course, his cock never slipped all the way into her, though Nate wished it could. But they weren’t there yet, he told himself—he had to be patient. They couldn’t really make love until the Bonding part of their Claiming Period. In the meantime, though, feeling her sweet, slick pussy sliding up and down his throbbing shaft was pretty fucking amazing, as far as he was concerned.

They came together, Lan’ara moaning his name and Nate gripping her hips as he painted both their bellies with his cream. The orgasm was so intense, he felt lightheaded afterwards. He let Lan’ara wash both of them with a clean rag she wet at the little faucet in the corner. When she was finished, she squeezed the liquid out over the shrine and once again the dried flowers bloomed into life.

Nate couldn’t help feeling like the flowers were a metaphor for himself. Before Lan’ara had come for him, his life had consisted of running and hiding and fighting—he’d been reduced to little more than an animal, clawing for its very existence. But the beautiful Kindred woman had brought sanity and peace and happiness back into his life.

More and more, he was beginning to see himself with her long term. They hadn’t known each other for long, but Nate couldn’t help feeling like their relationship was deeper and richer than it had any right to be. Maybe it had to do with the dreams she claimed they’d shared—dreams that he still couldn’t quite remember, though he wished he could. Dreams or no dreams, though, he was beginning to feel like he wanted Lan’ara in his life forever—and thinking that she felt the same way.

But all that was before the incident in the caverns…

THIRTY

LAN’ARA

The walk back to their hut in the Healing Grotto was extremely pleasant. Lan’ara was glad she had moved up their Claiming Period to the Touching Time the night before. The Forest Dweller had been right—she and Nate needed to be closer so that she could draw nourishment from his positive emotions, which would help to bolster her when she had to deal with his dark and tortured past.

Right now, she felt nothing but positive thoughts and feelings coming from him. He enjoyed their walk—stretching his muscles and the warm sun on his bare back. Nothing in the environment of her home world was triggering him or making him remember his past and nothing was upsetting him. In fact, he was feeling extremely peaceful and pleasantly horny as he kept casting sidelong-looks at her breasts, which were swaying as they walked.

Lan’ara gave a little shrug with one shoulder and let the top of her dress slip down, giving him a good view of her bare breasts. This was a little game they had been playing—one she greatly enjoyed since every time Nate caught a glimpse of her breasts, his pleasure surged, which gave her pleasure as well.

Her mentor, Tante Na’lla, had once told her to think of her positive emotional reserves as a kind of reservoir.

“You need to store up as many good feelings and memories as you can, child,” she’d told Lan’ara. “That way when you come to a time in your life where good feelings are hard to come by, the ones you’ve stored can carry you through the drought.”

Lan’ara had found this to be excellent advice, though she was well aware that she had never been so vulnerable to an emotional drought before.

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