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)
“But I thought everyone just went to the Conception Centers for that,” Serenai protested.
“Here on Yonnie Six they do because the women here don’t believe in letting a male mount them and breed them,” Brax told her. “But in most of the galaxy—hell, the whole universe—the only way a woman can get pregnant is for a male to put his shaft deep inside her and spurt his cum in her pussy.”
“His cum? Is this it?” She slid her hand up to the broad head of his cock and swiped one thumb over the slit where precum was flowing freely.
“No, baby.” Brax shook his head. Gods, he needed to come! But again, he didn’t want to scare her. “No, that’s just precum,” he told her. “It’s slick like that to help my cock slide into your pussy. Or rather, a woman’s pussy,” he amended. “And it also has my compounds in it—the ones that help a woman open for my shaft.”
“So if that’s just precum, then what does ‘cum’ look like?” She looked up at him, with big, curious eyes. But Brax could tell she was more than curious. Her hot scent had reached his nose and she was pressing her thighs together restlessly. Clearly, his new little Mistress was in sexual need—though she probably didn’t even know it.
“My cum is white and thick—like cream,” he explained in a slightly strangled voice. “And if you don’t stop stroking me, you’re going to find out what it’s like first-hand.”
“I…I am?” Her eyes widened but her hand kept moving, her soft fingers slipping up and down, stroking his aching shaft.
“Yes!” he groaned. “Gods, your little hand on me feels so good, baby! You’re going to make me shoot my cream if you don’t stop.”
“What if I want to see you shoot it?” Serenai looked up at him, her soft eyes both curious and filled with desire. “What if I want to see your cream?”
Brax couldn’t help himself any longer—he began thrusting up into her hand.
“Then keep…keep…stroking,” he said, his voice coming out in a low, animalistic growl.
Gods, it felt like forever since someone besides him had touched his shaft! He usually didn’t allow the females he tasted to touch him below the belt because he knew he would be too tempted to breed them.
But Serenai was so innocent, he wouldn’t dare to try that—he didn’t want to hurt her. Despite his lust, he had a strong feeling of tenderness towards her. So he didn’t try to stop her as she stroked his shaft first with one hand and then with both while he pumped his hips to thrust.
He hadn’t come in quite a while so it didn’t take long before the pleasure overwhelmed him and a long rope of creamy white cum erupted from the tip of his shaft. And then another and another…
“Oh!” Serenai’s eyes were wide again as she watched jet after jet of cum spurt from his cock to coat his flat belly.
“Gods, baby! Your hands feel so good on me!” The release was so intense that Brax felt as though his whole fucking body was orgasming—his balls were incredibly tight as he shot over and over again and his whole lower body was clenched in pleasure.
At last, however, he finally stopped pumping and coming. For a moment, he couldn’t do anything but just lay there, panting on the bed while his new Mistress looked him over with a stunned expression.
“Sorry…little one,” he panted harshly. “Try to…to warn you. I make…a lot of cum.”
“You certainly do!” She let go of his cock at last—which was still hard, since Kindred were multi-orgasmic—and looked down at her hand, which was splattered with his cream. “So this is ‘cum,’” she murmured.
Then, to Brax’s surprise, instead of wiping her hand off on the covers, she brought it to her mouth and put out her tongue to taste it. After the first tentative lick, she got a look on her face which was both surprised and pleased and then she took a bigger taste, licking the whole back of her hand to capture every last drop that had landed there.
“Um…Mistress? What are you doing?” he asked uncertainly.
“Tasting your cum. It’s so creamy and sweet and a little bit salty too. It reminds me of a dessert we used to have sometimes if we were extra good at the Convent,” she explained. Then she looked at him shyly. “Could I…could I have some more of it?”
Brax frowned.
“Are you asking if you can clean me with your tongue, little one?”
Shyly, she nodded.
“It tastes so good. I just really love the flavor.”
Brax spread his arms—this was the last thing he had expected but he wasn’t about to tell her no.
“As I said before, you own me. You can do anything you want with me, Mistress,” he growled softly.
“And as I said before, I don’t want to do things to you just because I own you—I only want to do them if you want it too,” she insisted.