Page 31 of Breaking the Bloodstone Curse
“Because the Goddess made your body to receive pleasure, baby,” he murmured and tugged lightly on her tight peaks, making her moan and writhe against him. “She gave you these parts to make you feel good. If you don’t use them, it’s like a slap in her face.”
Serenai had never thought of things that way before. All she’d ever heard was how wrong and dirty and nasty it was for a girl to touch her forbidden places—or to let anyone else, besides her husband touch them. But now Brax was giving her a whole new perspective.
“Why do I seem to feel it between my legs when you…when you touch my breasts?” she asked him breathlessly. Because the pleasurable sensations were definitely traveling from her tight tips down to the place between her thighs.
“Probably because playing with your nipples helps your little pussy get wet and ready,” he growled softly.
“Wet? Really?” Serenai pressed her thighs together nervously.
“Yes, baby. The same way my cock leaks precum when I’m turned on,” he explained. “Your pussy gets all wet and slippery inside—that’s to help ease the way when a cock slides inside you. But it’s also good just for when you’re touching yourself,” he added.
“Oh, I never—” she began.
“Yes, I know—you’ve never touched yourself before because those nuns at the Convent convinced you it was bad,” he murmured. “But it’s not bad—it’s natural to give yourself pleasure. Here, let’s take a look at your sweet little pussy and see if she’s ready to be touched.”
And reaching between her legs, he tugged at the little drawstrings on her panties.
To Serenai’s mingled shame and desire, the split in the center of the panties opened wide, showing her entire pussy. Even worse, it seemed that her pussy was opening too—showing a slippery interior that seemed to prove Brax’s point about her getting “wet.”
“Gods, look at that sweet little pussy!” he growled. “Look how wet you are, baby.”
“I…I see.” Serenai’s voice shook a little but she had a flushed, breathless feeling now that seemed to override at least some of her shame. “Are…are you going to touch me now?” she asked him. “Touch me and teach me like your old Mistress taught you?”
“Do you want me to touch you?” he countered softly. “Do you want me to pet your soft little pussy, baby?”
“Yes!” Serenai rolled her hips and arched back against him. “Yes, Brax—please touch me…teach me.”
“Mmm, how could I say no to that, little one?” he rumbled. “All right, watch as I show you.”
His big hands came around her and Serenai watched on the projection as his left hand rested on her inner thigh and he cupped her pussy with his right.
“Now look, sweetheart,” he murmured in her ear. “These are your outer lips.” As he spoke, he ran one fingertip up and down, along her outer pussy lips.
Serenai trembled at his gentle touch. Somehow it made her want him even more and watching his face in the projection, seeing his half-lidded eyes and the way he was surrounding her with his big body as he taught her this intimate lesson, made her stomach fluttery and tense all over again.
“Outer lips,” she repeated.
“Good—now touch them,” he directed.
Hesitantly, Serenai put a hand between her legs. Brax withdrew a little to give her room and they both watched as she stroked her outer pussy lips.
“Good girl,” he rumbled. “See, that’s not so bad, right?”
“No,” Serenai admitted. “But…but I haven’t had to touch, er, inside yet.”
“We’re getting there,” he murmured. “Look, these are your inner lips.”
He brushed her hand aside and this time his blunt, gentle fingertip was tracing areas inside—sensitive, tender, wet areas that made Serenai wiggle against him. It felt so good, but she couldn’t help thinking that it could feel much, much better if only that finger of his would move inward.
“Feels nice, right?” he asked and she nodded. “Good—now you do it.”
Serenai did as he said, tracing the delicate structures inside and watching as the girl in the projection did the same. But at last she got restless.
“Please, Brax,” she breathed. “I keep thinking…I feel like there’s something that could feel really good but I’m not really touching it yet.”
“Oh, you mean your Goddess pearl—your clit,” he rumbled. “See this little bump? Some people say it looks like a little man in a boat, but I think of it as a button. But not a button you mash on or press really hard. The clit has to be stroked gently—indirectly—because it’s so sensitive. Watch.”
His big hand came into view again and this time the fingertip spiraled inward. Serenai couldn’t help the moan of shocked pleasure that broke from her lips as he stroked lightly around the tender little button he’d pointed out.
