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Brax stood in the middle of the vast living area, uncertain of what to do.

He felt genuinely bad for the little Yonnite Mistress —who honestly was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever encountered.

Her warm brown skin and big dark eyes were uppermost in his mind and he loved her curvy, Elite figure too.

He felt terrible that he couldn’t remember what she claimed had happened between them. What had he done to make her so attached to him? And how could he apologize for not feeling something he couldn’t even remember?

There didn’t seem to be any answers—just sobbing from the bedroom. He was wondering if he should go when the sobbing stopped abruptly and he heard low talking instead. But who was she talking to?

Brax had no idea. He thought again about leaving but decided to sit on the couch instead.

It was tan furba leather with silver and gold accents and it was sinfully comfortable.

Maybe he should at least talk to the girl before he left, he thought.

Perhaps he could think of something to say to make her feel better.

Suddenly, a little furry creature scampered out from between the couch cushions and ran up his arm.

“Hey—what?”

Brax looked at the little creature uncertainly.

It didn’t seem to want to do him any harm—it was just sitting there on his shoulder, chattering quietly to itself.

For some reason, it was vaguely familiar.

He thought of how the little Yonnite Mistress had said he’d lost his memory—was this little creature part of the memory he’d lost?

“Hey, little guy, do I know you?” he asked, reaching up carefully to stroke the tiny, fury head with one finger.

The little creature chattered excitedly and nuzzled his hand, as though begging to be petted again.

The whole thing felt so familiar…and yet the gray wall in his memory kept him from recalling anything more about the little pet. If he could just get past that wall?—

His thoughts were derailed when the bedchamber door opened and the little Yonnite Mistress came out. Brax sucked in a breath—she looked very different from the woman who had run out of the room sobbing.

Her face was clear and though her eyes were just a little red, she didn’t look bad. In fact, they gave her an open, vulnerable look that Brax liked.

She was no longer wearing the modest green gown she’d had on earlier either. Instead , she had on a beautiful white dress that showed off both her creamy brown skin and her full curves.

The dress dipped low in the front, revealing a hint of her tight nipples and it was cut high—so high that he could see the tiny white lace panties she was wearing.

They didn’t hide much, Brax saw, his mouth beginning to water.

He wondered what her soft little pussy tasted like and the Thirst roared within him.

She came over to the couch, her hips swaying seductively with every step and settled beside him.

“I see you and Cheeky are getting reacquainted,” she purred, smiling and reaching out to scoop the little creature off his shoulder. “ But I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to let him be—for now, anyway.”

“Little Mistress ?” He raised his eyebrows uncertainly. If he didn’t know better, he might think she was trying to seduce him. But that couldn’t be— Yonnite Mistresses had a strict policy about never sleeping with their bodyslaves or letting a male penetrate them.

“Brax,” she murmured. She put the little creature she’d called “ Cheeky ” down and put a hand on his arm.

The soft touch seemed to send fire through his body and her sweet, feminine scent reached his nose.

Why hadn’t he noticed earlier how fucking gorgeous she was?

Oh , he had thought she was beautiful, but he’d been much too focused on leaving to do anything about it.

Now he thought he might like to stay a while.

“Yes, Little Mistress ?” he growled, his voice coming out slightly hoarse. “ What can I do for you?”

“I think it’s more what I can do for you,” she informed him. “ You see, I know you’ve forgotten this, but you told me once that you had a condition called ‘the Thirst ’ that made you want to…want to taste women between their legs.”

Her voice wavered just a little and he could see her nervousness under the seductive attitude she was projecting but Brax didn’t mind—he found her adorable. And she definitely had his attention, mentioning the Thirst .

“Well yes, I do have the Thirst ,” he growled softly. He raised his eyebrows. “ In fact, I’m feeling pretty fucking thirsty right now.”

“Maybe I can help you with that.” She gave him a look and spread her thighs. “ That is, if you’d like me to.”

Brax looked at her directly.

“Are you offering to let me taste you, little Mistress ? Even though I don’t remember you?”

“That’s exactly what I’m offering.” She spread a little wider and stroked one finger along the cleft of her pussy.

There was a definite wet patch forming on the white lace of her skimpy little panties.

“ I understand that you don’t remember me but I’d like to have one more sweet memory of you before you go. So …would you care to taste me?”

Brax couldn’t hold back any longer. Her soft little pussy, which was barely hidden behind the white lace, was calling to him. Her sweet, feminine scent was intoxicating and his mouth was watering to taste her honey.

“Gods, little Mistress ,” he growled. “ Yes , I’d like to taste you! How do you want me? On my knees?”

She shook her head and rose from the couch.

“I want to try it a different way. Come with me.”

She led him back to the bedroom she’d been in earlier and directed him to lay on his back on the large bed.

Wondering what she had in mind, Brax complied. He was still wearing the outfit he’d “woken up” in—tight black leather trousers and a black leather harness criss-crossed over his bare chest. He kicked off the leather boots though, so as not to dirty the bedspread.

“All right, little Mistress ,” he said, nodding at her. “ I’m here where you want me. No how do you want to do this?”

“Like this.” She climbed on the bed with him and straddled him. But she was facing towards his feet.

Brax didn’t care though—he just loved looking up and seeing her soft little pussy almost in his face.

The lace panties were soaking and nearly see-through—he could clearly see the outline of her plump outer pussy lips and even a hint of her sweet little clit, peaking out and begging for attention.

But she was kneeling over him, not quite touching, and he wanted her closer— much fucking closer.

“Come down, little Mistress ,” he urged, tugging at her hips. “ Come down and let me taste you.” He wanted to lick her through those thin lace panties and then push them aside with his tongue to taste her sweet, bare pussy. Gods , his cock was aching just thinking about it!

“I will. But first…” She leaned over him and Brax was startled to feel her soft little hands releasing the magno-tabs that held his trousers closed.

“Hey—what are you doing?” he asked.

“This…” And she reached inside and pulled out his cock. He was already rock-hard from smelling her sweet scent and looking at her pussy and he felt himself throb at her gentle touch. Then something warm and wet was caressing the aching head of his shaft.

Startled and intrigued, Brax looked down between his legs and saw that she was leaning over with his cock in her mouth.

Of course, she couldn’t fit much of it between her sweet lips because he was so much bigger than her, but she was doing an excellent job of sucking the head and swirling her little pink tongue around and around his aching shaft.

“Gods, little Mistress —what are you doing to me?” he groaned. And why did he seem to remember her doing it before? He had a faint memory of her asking him to come in his mouth—could that be real? Surely not, but maybe…

She stopped licking and sucking his shaft like a Brellian lollypop long enough to answer primly,

“I’m sucking you to get your cream. And you can lick me at the same time. Whoever makes the other one come first wins.”

“Oh? And what do I win? What’s the prize?” Brax demanded. Goddess , he’d never imagined himself being in this position. The curvy little Mistress was driving him fucking crazy and he wanted more!

“You’ll see.” She gave a low, musical laugh. “ So do you want to play with me or not?”

“You know I fucking do,” Brax growled. “ But you have to come down for me to lick you—and I mean all the way down. I want to get my tongue deep in this tight little pussy.” And he squeezed her full hips, urging her down to let her know he meant it.

A look of concern flitted over her face as she looked down at him.

“As long as you don’t think I’ll , um, squish you.”

Brax barked a laugh.

“Baby, have you seen how big I am? You can’t ‘squish’ me with your sweet, curvy body. Come down now and let me taste you fucking properly.”

He gripped her hips as he spoke and dragged her down to his mouth. He dragged his tongue along her cleft, barely covered by the white lace panties, and felt her writhe and heard her moan in surprised pleasure. Goddess , it was music to his ears!

Unable to wait any longer, he pushed the panties aside, baring her sweet pussy for him. She was already so wet and hot her outer lips were opening on their own. Her sweet little clit was swollen with need and she was wet and shiny with her own juices.

Brax growled—a mixture of sheer animal hunger and pure lust and dragged his tongue over her sweet little slit. He felt her twitch and moan and then she was grinding against his face eagerly, which was just exactly what he fucking wanted.

Gods, she tasted so sweet! He buried his face between her thighs and began to explore her with his tongue.

As he did so, he thought he remembered tasting her before.

He could remember her small fingers tugging at his hair, putting him where she needed him to go.

Her honey was so sweet and salty…and so familiar.

And her scent…it called to him. She smelled like home , if that made any sense. And Brax couldn’t get enough of her.

She writhed against him, her hips bucking as he bathed her clit and slipped his tongue deep inside her core to gather her honey from the source.

Brax was pretty fucking sure she’d forgotten about their little contest at this point, but he didn’t care—he was more than happy just to taste her and drink her sweet juices.

But a moment after he thought that, the warm, wet suction returned to the head of his cock. He groaned as he felt her swirling her little pink tongue around and around his shaft. Goddess , she was good at that!

But as good as her mouth on him felt, he was determined to win their contest. He wanted to feel her coming in his mouth—her sweet pussy gushing honey just for him while she moaned.

Tightening his grip on her ample hips and thighs, he titled his chin and sucked her sweet clit into his mouth. He teased it, circling it over and over with the tip of his tongue while the little Mistress —no, Serenai , her name was Serenai , he remembered—writhed above him.

The suction on his cock eased and he heard her moaning.

“Brax…oh, Brax , yes! That feels so good! There —right there. ”

Gods, he loved the sound of her moaning his name! Brax redoubled his efforts. She was close to coming—he could tell. Her pussy was getting so wet and hot and she was grinding against his mouth. Suddenly he felt her tighten up and her moans got even louder as her juices flowed just for him.

He guided her through her orgasm, teasing her clit until she started shying away from his tongue. Then he licked and sucked her more gently, cleaning up all the honey she’d spilled when she came.

When he finally let go of her hips and thighs, Serenai moved off him and lay beside him on the bed, panting.

“How…how are you so good at that?” she asked, looking up at him.

Brax grinned at her wolfishly.

“Years of practice, baby. Though I have to admit, yours is the sweetest little pussy I’ve ever tasted. Tell me something—are you a virgin? You’re so tight inside.”

She got a determined look on her face.

“I am…but not for long.”

And before he could say anything else she was straddling him again—but this time she was facing him and hovering over his cock.

She reached between them to grip his shaft and began to rub the broad head against her slippery pussy.

Then she slipped it back and he felt the mouth of her pussy sucking the tip of his cock, promising to take him to paradise.

“Hey, whoa—what are you doing?” Brax gripped her hips and stopped her when she would have taken him inside.

She looked at him innocently.

“Giving you your prize—you won our contest. Or didn’t you notice?”

“I noticed when you came all over my face, all right, baby,” Brax growled. “ But I don’t know if you’re ready to take my cock all the way into your sweet little virgin pussy.”

“Yes, I am!” she insisted. “ I want you in me! I want to feel you filling me, Brax —please?”

Her soft, pleading words and the way she was looking at him with those big, dark eyes nearly melted his heart and made his cock so hard it hurt. But she didn’t know what she was asking for.

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” he told her. “ There are things about my body you might not like. The Ryther part of me makes any kind of lovemaking…interesting. And the Kindred part means if you’re not careful, you could find yourself Bonded to me for life.”

“I don’t care about any of that,” she declared. “ I just want you in me!”

“Well…” Brax hesitated. How many times had he refused to fill one of the girls he was tasting because he didn’t want to risk getting Bonded to them? He didn’t even know this girl—how could he be considering this?

But you do know her, a little voice in his head whispered. The Goddess sent her. You just don’t fully remember her yet. Maybe doing this…letting her slide down onto you…will help jog your memory.

It was a pathetic excuse to feel her wrapped around his cock, but Brax didn’t care anymore. Only , he didn’t want to scare her.

“All right,” he told her. “ You can try taking my cock in your tight little pussy. But I have to warn you, the Ryther part of me means that my shaft changes when it enters a woman.”

“Changes?” Her eyes went wide. “ Changes how?”

“You’ll see. He nodded at her. “ Or you won’t—unless you’re brave enough to come down and take me.”

Her chin lifted.

“I’m brave enough! I want you inside me.”

And then she grasped his shaft and began to lower herself, sliding her tight little pussy down to take him deep inside her.