As she spoke, she casually reached out and wrapped her soft little hand around his aching length. Somehow, though James had forbidden her to touch him earlier, he found that he lacked the willpower to ask her to take her hand away. Still, he tried to protest.
“Princess,” he said, shifting a bit as she touched him. “I don’t know if you ought to do that.”
“But I want to know all about a male’s shaft,” she protested. “Your skin is so soft here but the flesh under it is hard as a rock,” she went on, her long, slim fingers sliding up and down his length. “Oh, and when I touch you here, more of that, er, precum seems to be coming out,” she added.
“Yes, because it’s extremely pleasurable when you touch me,” James said hoarsely. Gods, did she have any idea what she was doing to him? Probably not—she was so completely innocent. “My shaft produces more lubrication the closer I get to orgasm,” he told her. “The same way your pussy gets wetter and wetter as you get closer to coming yourself.”
“I still don’t see how something this size could fit into my pussy,” Ka’rissa remarked, frowning. “It’s just huge.”
“That shouldn’t worry you because my shaft is never going anywhere near your soft little pussy,” James told her sternly. Though, gods, the idea of that, of taking her, Claiming her…filling her with himself and bonding her to him…
No—he couldn’t think like that, he reminded himself. It was wrong and it was never going to happen.
“I know that.” Ka’rissa looked up at him with wide eyes. “But I just wonder…how can you use it on anyone? I mean, any woman at all?”
“Part of my Kindred DNA is Beast Kindred,” James told her. “Which means that my precum has chemical compounds in it that help a female open to receive my shaft without pain.”
“Really? So if you were to ever put your shaft in…in my pussy, rubbing your precum all around my pussy would help me open up and let you in?” she asked innocently.
James gritted his teeth. The mental image she was causing by talking this way was bad enough, but she was stroking his shaft with her soft little hand as she spoke, making things even worse. He could feel his pleasure rising and he had to make a conscious effort to keep his hands by his side and not touch her.
“Yes, but I told you, Princess, that’s not going to happen,” he gritted out.
“Yes, but if it did,” Ka’rissa persisted. “What would happen next? Would you just put it inside me and then shoot your seed and then I would be pregnant?”
He shook his head.
“It takes a bit more than that. I would have to move my shaft in and out of your pussy for a time. After a while, the friction would cause me to orgasm. Only then would I shoot my seed.”
“I want to see you shoot your seed now, though,” Ka’rissa protested. “Can you only shoot it when your shaft is deep inside a pussy?”
James shook his head.
“No, Princess. In fact, just stroking my shaft can make me shoot—or ‘come.’ So if you don’t stop what you’re doing, I’m afraid you’re going to see my seed fairly soon.”
“But that’s exactly what I want!” she exclaimed.
He shook his head and finally found the strength to pull her hand away.
“I don’t think so, Princess. It wouldn’t be right.”
“But you make me come all the time!” she protested.
“That’s different,” James said sternly. “I do that in order to help you control your Heat Cycle, Princess. Whereas, I have no Heat Cycle to control—there is no need for you to make me orgasm.”
She gave him a pleading look.
“Please, James—it would make me feel so much better to actually see the seed coming from your shaft and know that is where it comes from and not a man’s tongue,” she begged softly. “Please…let me make you come. Just this once.”
James looked down at her, undecided. He could feel the emotion he thought was most probably guilt welling up in him again, but it wasn’t nearly as strong as the desire he felt to have her soft little hand on him again.
“Well…” he began and sighed. “I suppose just once can’t hurt—just so you can see for yourself where the seed comes from.”
“Oh, thank you, James!” she said eagerly. Gripping his shaft in her soft little hand again, she looked up at him. “Tell me how to do it. Tell me how to make you come.”
Feeling like he was drowning, James cupped his own, much larger hand, loosely over hers and helped her stroke him up and down.
“Like that,” he instructed hoarsely as pleasure shot through him at her light touch. “Just up and down—get a rhythm going. Gods, your little hand is so soft and warm!”