Page 21 of Breaking the Bloodstone Curse
“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.
“Are you asking if I want your soft little tongue all over my body?” He arched an eyebrow at her. “If so then the answer is hell yes, baby. Of course I do. What male wouldn’t want that?”
“I don’t know anything about what males want,” she reminded him. “But if you really don’t mind…”
“I don’t,” Brax assured her. Then he watched, barely believing his eyes, as his new little Mistress leaned over and began cleaning up his cream with long, slow licks of her little pink tongue.
Was he dreaming? If so he never fucking wanted to wake up.
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SERENAI
Serenai took her time cleaning the big half-Kindred’s flat belly. She found she liked running her tongue over his rock-hard abdominal muscles almost as much as she liked the sweet and salty taste of his cream.
She had also enjoyed stroking him until he shot his cream, she admitted to himself. There was something so primal in the way he growled with desire as he released. It made her feel hot and powerful to bring such a big, strong warrior to the brink of pleasure and then to push him over and watch him lose control.
She also liked the way he was watching her with half-lidded eyes as she cleaned him. As she licked closer and closer to the base of his shaft, he shifted and his long, thick cock seemed to twitch again. Then, just as she was finished, the slit at the tip of the broad head opened for a moment and another little squirt of cream escaped.
