Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
“It’s the male organ of reproduction, I guess is the best way to describe it,” he explained. “Did the nuns or Sisters or whoever it was that watched you really not teach you about male anatomy?”
“They didn’t even teach us about female anatomy,” Serenai confessed. “All they told us about males was to stay away from them. Until you got married and then you had to give your husband whatever he wanted,” she added.
“Well, I’m not your husband and you don’t appear to be doing a very good job of staying away from me,” Brax rumbled, still sounding amused.
“Fine, I’ll leave then.” Serenai started to get off the bed in a huff but he drew her back gently with one hand on her arm.
“No, no—I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to poke fun at you, little one. I’ve just…never met anyone as innocent as you.” He cupped her cheek and looked into her eyes. “Of course you’re curious if you’ve never seen a male before.”
“I was just afraid it might bite me,” Serenai confessed. “I’ve, uh, never seen a trouser snake up close before, you know.”
“It’s really not a snake, baby,” he murmured. “And you don’t have to be afraid of it.”
“But it seems so big.” Serenai bit her lip. “Can I…could I see it?”
He raised his eyebrows in apparent surprise.
“You really want to?”
“Well…yes. I mean, I know it’s not proper but I’m…”
“Curious?” he finished for her.
Serenai nodded, feeling her cheeks get hot with a blush.
“Yes, I guess so.”
“All right—I’ll let you see it. That way at least you’ll know it can’t bite you.”
“Oh, good!”
And Serenai watched eagerly as he unfastened his trousers.
15
BRAX
There was a drawstring at the center of his waistband. Brax loosened it and shoved the black fabric down, baring his shaft for her. He watched his Mistress’s face to see her reaction—he wasn’t exactly small. Like all Kindred or half-Kindred, he had been blessed with an extra-large endowment and right now he was achingly hard.
But though Serenai’s eyes grew wide, she didn’t draw away from him. Instead she studied his shaft for a moment and then looked up to his face.
“Can I…can I touch it?” she asked, nodding at his naked shaft.
Brax arched an eyebrow.
“Do you want to?”
She nodded.
“I’ve never seen anything like it before. I want…I want to see what it feels like in my hand.”
“Go on then—I belong to you, Mistress. You can do anything you want to me,” Brax reminded her. “Just please—be careful. That’s a delicate area.”
Serenai nibbled her lower lip.
“I don’t want to touch you just because I can. I won’t do it if you don’t want me to,” she told him.
Brax felt emotion throb through him at her soft words. This new little Mistress of his genuinely cared about his feelings.
“I do want you to, baby,” he murmured. It was the second time the little endearment had slipped out. He knew it wasn’t proper to call his Mistress sweet nicknames, but somehow he couldn’t seem to help it. She was just so little and innocent. And she didn’t seem to mind. Or at least, she hadn’t corrected him yet.
“Good, because I want to touch you,” she said. She reached for him again and this time she wrapped her soft little fingers around his shaft. Or tried to, anyway. He was too thick and throbbing with need and she couldn’t quite reach, even though she tried.
“Oh, it’s so thick,” she murmured, stroking him up and down in a way that made Brax clench his jaw to keep from thrusting. He didn’t want to scare her.
“Yes, and you’re making it thicker by touching it,” he said in a strained voice.
“Oh, am I hurting you?” She looked up at him with worry in her dark eyes.
Brax shook his head.
“No, baby. It just feels really, really good. That’s why my shaft is getting bigger and thicker.”
“But it’s already so big!” she protested, but he noticed she didn’t stop stroking. “What’s it for, anyway?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.
“What’s it for? For sliding inside a woman’s soft little pussy and breeding her, of course.” Brax was surprised at the extent of her ignorance. The Sisters at the Convent she’d been raised at must not have told her anything.
“What?” Her eyes went wide and surprised. “But how…how could something this big fit into a girl’s forbidden parts?”
“Well, it can be a tight squeeze,” Brax admitted. “But my body makes special compounds that allows a woman’s pussy to open for me. I just have to spend a long time between her legs first, tasting her, to help her open up.”
“Really?” Her eyes were so wide now they seemed about to swallow her face. “But…but why would you want to do all that?”
“Well, for starters, if you do it right, it can feel really, really good,” Brax told her. Gods, her soft little hand on his shaft was driving him fucking crazy. But he tried to keep his wits about him and speak softly—he was worried about scaring her. “And also, it’s for breeding, like I told you—to get a woman pregnant.”