The Breed by EL Anders Page A

wildly kinky as the
black leather vest and skirt looked, they actually worked. Oh, my
nipples still throbbed and my clit still felt so sensitive I was
sure anything would set me off but at least there were no more
sharp, stabbing pains.
    Lukas must have seen the look on my face
because he smiled. “It’s better, isn’t it?”
    “Much,” I admitted. “Although there’s no way
I’m wearing it out in public.”
    “You would if we were on Breedlow,” he told
me, sinking onto the loveseat and settling me beside him. “A female
displays her heat proudly there—it’s an outward sign of her
femininity and fertility.”
    “I can’t imagine that,” I said, shaking my
head. “Can’t imagine parading around with my…with everything
hanging out.”
    “It doesn’t start like that,” he assured me.
“It’s a gradual process. You see, females on Breedlow have
menstrual cycles the same way humans do but unlike a human female,
a female of the Breed isn’t considered sexually mature until she
comes into heat three or four years later.”
    “But she still isn’t of age, right?” I
asked.
    Lukas nodded. “Right. During her first few
heats she wears the outfit and displays her assets to the rest of
the tribe. It’s a status thing more than anything else—by showing
off her nipples, wet with nectar and her pussy, slippery with
honey, she’s letting everyone know what a fertile female her future
mate will be getting. And he, of course, takes every opportunity to
ease her pain in public.” Leaning forward, he captured one of my
tight nipples in his mouth and sucked, as though to illustrate his
point.
    “Lukas…” I protested feebly but I didn’t try
to stop him when he sucked the other nipple too. The fact was, it
felt too good and anyway, it really was necessary, I told
myself.
    “He just sucks her breasts at first,” he
murmured, looking up at me. “Later, as her heats become stronger
and more prolonged, he eases her pain here , too.” One large
hand slipped down between my thighs and cupped my spread pussy.
    “Lukas!” I gasped again but it was too late,
one long finger was already slipping over my aching clit, dipping
lower to gather more honey from my well, and then sliding gently
but firmly deep into my pussy.
    “Feels good, doesn’t it?” he murmured, adding
a second finger and sliding even deeper. “Feels right to let me
ease you.”
    “It…it shouldn’t.” I was mesmerized by the
sight of my big brother fingerfucking my open pussy. “I shouldn’t
want to let you.”
    “But you do,” he whispered, stroking into me,
his long fingers slippery with my honey. “Listen to your body,
Lexie—it knows you need me.”
    “I…I don’t know.” I felt hypnotized by the
obscene and yet somehow beautifully erotic sight of his fingers
sliding into me. “What…what else do they do on…on Breeder. Tell me
more,” I heard myself asking.
    “Well,” he murmured as the broad pad of his
thumb found my clit and began slipping over it. “When a female
comes of age, her mate doesn’t take her immediately. In the early
part of her heat she only gets partially bred.”
    “What…what exactly does that entail?” I could
barely speak at this point. The pleasure inside me was like a wire
tightening in my belly—a wire that was threatening to snap at any
minute and drive me over the edge.
    “First he tastes her honey—puts his tongue
inside her so she’ll know what to expect.” Lukas was suddenly on
the floor in front of me. Before I could stop him, he was between
my thighs, his broad shoulders splitting me wide.
    “Lukas, no!” I protested. Letting him suck my
nipples out of necessity was one thing. As for stroking my open
pussy—I definitely shouldn’t have let him do that but it was
already done and I couldn’t take it back. But this—this I could and
should stop. I just couldn’t let my own brother go down on me.
Couldn’t let him spread me open and taste my wet, naked pussy. I
didn’t