Page 20 of Breaking the Bloodstone Curse
“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.”
“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.”
