Page 32 of Breaking the Bloodstone Curse
“Oh, Brax!” she gasped and her hips bucked as jolts of pleasure shot through her. “Oh my Goddess—that feels so good!”
“That’s because the Goddess, made your sweet little clit for pleasure,” he told her. “It’s the only organ in the body that’s meant exclusively to make you feel good. Now you touch it.”
“Oh, no—I shouldn’t!” Serenai protested. Anything that felt this good must be naughty—she was sure.
“Yes, you should. Come on, baby—it’s your body. You can touch it any way you want to,” Brax urged. “Just try it once and see how it feels.”
“Well…all right.” Hesitantly, Serenai dipped her hand between her legs again. This time when she slipped her fingers into her pussy, she let them go straight to the source of the pleasure—the tiny little button that Brax had showed her.
To her surprise, she found it felt just as good when she touched herself as when Brax touched her. She moaned softly as she circled her aching clit. Oh Goddess—that felt amazing. But was it really all right to do this to herself? Was it really all right to give herself so much pleasure?
Feeling uncertain, she withdrew her fingers. The sensations had been getting intense anyway—she needed a break.
“Good girl,” Brax praised her softly. “You did it—you made yourself feel good.”
“Is…is there more?” Serenai asked him, panting a little. “I mean, more parts to show me?”
“Of course. The female body is a beautiful, complex organism,” he assured her. “It’s a lot more complicated than a male’s body—more of a mystery. But that’s part of the intense appeal and attraction males feel for women. At least, I know it is for me,” he added. “Now look, this is the entrance to your pussy—the place that a cock would slide in if you were allowing a male to breed you.”
As he spoke, one long finger slipped down between her thighs and Serenai moaned as she felt it slide inside her.
“Hmm, you’re really tight,” he murmured as he slid his finger deeper into her. “But at least you don’t seem to have a maiden barrier.”
“A…a what?” Serenai panted. Her stomach was fluttering like crazy and she liked the feeling of his thick finger inside her—though she felt like she could take more if she tried.
“A maiden barrier. Some species have it—it can make your first time breeding harder,” Brax explained. “But you don’t have one. Not that you’re looking to get bred, but I’m just saying,” he added.
Serenai watched, mesmerized, as his finger slid slowly in and out of her. It was wet and shiny with her juices and it seemed to her that she was making a lot of juices.
“Why…why am I so wet?” she breathed. “I mean, is that…is it normal?”
“Of course it’s normal—it just means your little pussy is really ready to be filled,” Brax growled softly in her ear.
“I…I do feel like I could take more than just one finger,” Serenai admitted, shifting her hips. She had the urge to get more inside her—the feeling that she was empty and needed to be filled.
“Hmm, feeling adventurous, are we? Let’s try two fingers then,” Brax rumbled.
He suited actions to words by sliding two long, thick digits into her pussy. Then he did something with them that made Serenai moan and buck against him.
“Oh—what is that? What was that…that feeling?” she gasped, looking at his face in the projection.
“That was me stroking your Goddess spot,” he growled and then did it again.
“Oh…ahhh!” Serenai writhed against him. “Oh, what is the Goddess spot?”
“A place inside you that’s made just for pleasure—the same way your clit is,” Brax told her. “Look, this angle is wrong, but I found something I think might help.”
He withdrew his fingers and—to Serenai’s surprise—put them in his mouth and sucked them clean. When he finished, his eyes were half-lidded and she could feel the hard lump of his shaft pressing against her back.
“Gods, baby—your honey tastes so good,” he rumbled. “Sorry, I just couldn’t let it go to waste.”
“Oh, it’s, um, okay,” Serenai assured him.
“Good. Now look—I found this in the closet but it still had the price tag on it, so I know it’s new.”
He withdrew a long, slim wand that curved up at the end. It was black and made of some kind of flexible material.
“What’s that?” Serenai looked at it uncertainly.
