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There was a drawstring at the center of his waistband.

Brax loosened it and shoved the black fabric down, baring his shaft for her.

He watched his Mistress’s face to see her reaction—he wasn’t exactly small.

Like all Kindred or half- Kindred , he had been blessed with an extra-large endowment and right now he was achingly hard.

But though Serenai’s eyes grew wide, she didn’t draw away from him. Instead she studied his shaft for a moment and then looked up to his face.

“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.”

“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.