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I swirl the cleaning sponge around her slit before moving it over my sheath to remove any residue. I like the thought it has been on her and on me.

“Shouldn’t what?” I ask, cradling her body against mine.

Her eyes fall on my sheathed pizzle and she looks at it for a while.

“Is it…where is it?” Alice swirls her hand over the water in the direction of my sheath.

My pizzle pushes at my sheath insistently.

Alice’s eyes widen.

“It’sinside?” she asks.

“It is in this form,” I respond, puzzled by her reaction. “Where else do you suggest it should be?”

She makes a slight snorting noise. “You’re right, where else should it be?” she says, her eyes still on where the tip is protruding.

And I don’t need to piss, so it is a little strange.

“What happens if I touch it?” she asks.

“No one has ever touched my pizzle, other than me,” I say confidently.

“Can I touch it?” Alice asks.

The tip pushes further out.

“Yes.” The word is a hiss of breath.

Her hand slides through the water, and her long pink fingers, magnified under the surface, trip over my sheath. It’s all I can do not to shove myself into her touch. Not that it bothers my pizzle. It happily emerges and puts itself right into her hand.

Alice squeaks. My pizzle has to be wider than her wrist and as long as her forearm.

“Is it…always like this?” she asks.

“It has yet to swell, little mate. But be not afraid. It rarely swells.”

“Does it get...” She swallows hard. “Bigger when itswells?”

“It does,” I say proudly. “Look.” My pizzle bobs in the water, twice the length it was a second ago. “Your touch did that, mate,” I inform her. “It only does this when you are close by. And twice now it has produced an emission of great quantity.”

ALICE

Imarvel at Fenrother’s cock, or pizzle, as he calls it. His description is accurate. The thing is hard, incredibly hard, and dear lord, it is enormous. Thick and long, if it fits at all, he won’t be able to get it inside me. But that’s not what I’m concentrating on. It’s the fact that, as I run my finger down it, scales rise and fall like feathers, and the tip, when I reach the broad head, grasps at my digit like a sucker.

Sometimes I pick things up with it.

Fenrother’s words come back to me, only I suspect the reason for his cock to have such an odd function is not what he has been using it for. A slight frisson runs over my body at what itcouldbe used for.

Especially as he’s proved he has a tongue which can split into two and do things to my pussy which are probably illegal…somewhere.

The warm water is helping with the cramps, easing the pain in my back and stomach. Fenrother is silent save for his breathing as I slowly explore his cock, the thing straining under my touch.

“Alice,” he says quietly.

“Yes, Fenrother?”

“My pizzle is going to produce another emission if you continue.”