Reaching for the first leaf, she rubbed the damp, furry side of it over the outside of her pussy, against her outer pussy lips.
To her relief, the burning sensitivity began to abate. And, after a second and third leaf, the swelling was going down as well.
“So much better,” Iyanna murmured to herself, with a sigh. And now that her outer lips were better, she could stand to part them and try to treat her inner folds.
Carefully, she used the first two fingers of her left hand to open her pussy lips. Taking a leaf in her right hand, she applied it very gently to her slippery, swollen inner folds.
The relief was immediate.
“Ohhhh,” she sighed. Her shoulders, which had been up around her ears as she anticipated the painful sensitivity, slumped downward as the pleasure/pain eased. But though she was starting to feel better, there was more swelling to treat.
As she reached for the next leaf, her seeking fingers found the silver voice coin instead. Without thinking, Iyanna gripped it in her palm with two fingers as she used the others to hold the leaf. As she began rubbing the damp, fuzzy leaf against her aching clit, the Drake Monstrum’s deep, growling voice began talking again, once more relaying his message.
When he came to the part about her being a “good girl,” Iyanna moaned and rubbed harder. God, that felt good! She was so close and she needed to come—it felt like she’d been horny and right on the edge of orgasm for hours now. She loved the hot, sexy words instructing her to rub her pussy and the big Monstrum’s voice was so deep it was vibrating her hand.
Which gave her yet another idea.
Taking another leaf, she pressed the voice coin to the waxy underside and held it there with her fingers. The voice kept on talking, the message repeating. Maybe it was on some kind of a loop? Iyanna didn’t know, but she had an idea of how to use it.
Taking a deep breath, she rubbed the furry side of the leaf to her pussy while holding the coin in place on the underside, pressed it right against her clit. When the message started again, the vibrations of the big Drake’s voice acted like a vibrator, sending shocks of pure pleasure through her aching little button.
“Oh…Ohhh!” Iyanna moaned loudly, writhing against the leaf as the coin vibrated her pussy. “Oh God, yes…yes, please!”
At last she began to come, the orgasm rolling through her like a tidal wave and at the same time she saw his eyes—the glowing golden slitted eyes staring at her from the darkness.
This time the eyes didn’t shock or stop her. So he was watching—so what?
I’ll put on a show for him, she thought and then she lost herself in the release. Her back arched and her toes curled as she pressed the vibrating coin hard against her pussy. She couldn’t help moaning and gasping as she felt her nipples go tight with the overwhelming pleasure. She had always been what Ian called a “screamer” during sex—which had embarrassed him to no end.
Iyanna had tried to stifle her natural instincts when she’d been with her ex but now she let herself go completely. Knowing that the mysterious Drake warrior was probably watching her, made her even hotter and she wanted to give him something to remember her by.
“I’m your good girl!” she heard herself moaning. “I’m your good girl, rubbing my pussy just like you told me to! I’m coming for you—coming so hard!”
At last the orgasm ran its course, leaving her feeling weak and trembly from its intensity. God, had she ever come so hard? If so, she couldn’t remember when it had been. The only thing she wished was that she’d had someone to share the orgasm with her.
“I wish it had been your tongue instead, too,” she murmured, wondering if he was really watching her or not. Had she just imagined those burning golden-yellow eyes watching her at the first moment of orgasm?
Well, it doesn’t matter if I imagined it or if he really did see me, she thought. Because either way, I’m never going to meet him in person.
The Drake Monstrum had made it abundantly clear that he had no interest in letting her see him in the light—or in ever meeting face to face. If he’d wanted to, he could have come to her door. Instead, he had sent the package of leaves. His actions, while thoughtful, showed her clearly that he had no interest in a further relationship.
Oh well—I’m not ready for another relationship anyway.
The intense orgasm had left her feeling incredibly sleepy. She knew she ought to try to use some of the damp leaves inside her channel, which was still aching with need—that was, after all, where most of the male pleasure pods’ secretions had gone.