Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
“Yes, this is his cock,” Natalie answered clearly. She nodded down to where my shaft was poking out from between the silver strips of the kilt. “If your man is built anything like Baron Vik’tor, here, he ought to have one too.”
“I believe that the males of my species are similar anatomically to the males of the other Twelve Peoples,” the Empress said. “But please go on.”
“All right.” Natalie glanced at me as though asking for permission and I nodded. What else could I do? Not that I actually wanted her to stop. Even though it was fucking weird doing this with an audience, her little hands still felt damn good on me.
Then she reached between my legs with her other hand and cupped my sac.
“These are his balls,” she said, brushing the silver strands of the kilt away, so the Empress had a good view. “Er, testicles. They make the male’s sperm—his seed, I think you’d call it.”
“Yes indeed.” The Empress’s rainbow eyes seemed to swirl faster with too many colors to count as she leaned forward eagerly. “I have heard that a male must plant his seed in a female’s womb in order for an organic child to be made.”
“Yeah, that’s how most of galaxy does it,” Natalie said dryly. “Right, Vik’tor?”
She looked up at me. She was still cupping my balls in her warm, soft hand, making it fucking hard for me to think so I just grunted and nodded my head.
The Empress sighed. “We have artificial insemination chambers where scientifically manipulated seed is implanted in our wombs, but it is not a very pleasant experience. The inseminator is cold and hard and I have been given to believe that a male’s shaft is warm? Is that correct?”
“Very warm,” Natalie assured her, still stroking me as a little smile played around the corners of her mouth. It occurred to me that she was enjoying this. She liked being the one with the power for a change. Seeing that she was enjoying touching me turned me on even more and I felt my shaft get even harder in her little hand. Gods, she was killing me but it felt so good, I never wanted her to stop!
“So you manually stimulate your male in order to make his shaft hard so that it can reach your womb?” the Empress wanted to know.
Natalie nodded.
“Yes, exactly. Although…” She cleared her throat. “There are…other ways to stimulate him too.”
“There are? Show me these other ways,” the Empress demanded.
“Well…you can stimulate him orally.” Natalie looked up at me from under her long black lashes and slowly sank to her knees on the golden bed. “Like this,” she murmured. “Watch me.”
I wasn’t sure if she was talking to me or the Empress but her eyes never left mine as she brought the head of my shaft to her mouth and placed her soft, full lips against the tip. I groaned softly as her lips parted and she took me inside, swirling her hot tongue around and around the aching crown of my cock.
“Gods, baby, you’re doing that just right,” I muttered hoarsely. “You’re fucking killing me over here!”
“Mmmm,” Natalie hummed, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked me more deeply into her mouth. The wet warmth was incredible but even hotter was looking down into her eyes as she sucked me. Because she kept on looking up even as she took me deeper, making me groan her name.
“Hmm, I see. Yes, I see,” I heard the Empress say, somewhere off to my left. “And you, Baron—do you find this pleasurable?”
“Very fucking pleasurable,” I growled and then added, “Your Highness,” remembering who I was talking to. “Feels fucking amazing,” I added.
“I see—so it seems that it is not too difficult to get a male’s shaft ready to enter a female’s opening,” the Empress remarked.
“That’s right, it’s not,” I told her. “But you should know, Your Highness, that it’s not only the male who needs to be gotten ready.” I was keeping my eyes on Natalie’s—still holding her gaze as I spoke and I saw her big brown eyes widen at the implications of what I was saying.
“It isn’t?” I heard the Empress ask.
“No,” I told her. “The female needs to be gotten ready too. And that’s the male’s job.”
“It is?” The Empress sounded surprised. “But why does she not simply get into her cleansing pool?”
“Not everyone has a pool that can double as a sex toy,” I pointed out. “So it’s the male’s job to get the female ready.”
“All right—I will concede your point,” the Empress said. “But then, how does he get her ready?”
“The same way she gets him ready—orally,” I murmured. “I’d be happy to demonstrate if you’d like to see, Your Majesty.”
I saw Natalie’s eyes widen, but she didn’t make any objection or stop sucking my cock for that matter. Her little mouth was so soft and sweet, I needed to return the favor before she made me lose it.