“Show me…show me how to pleasure a male,” she said at last, speaking to me.
“All right, you got it,” I told her.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves and looked up at Vik’tor, mutely asking permission. Slowly, he nodded.
“I’m yours, baby,” he murmured. “Do what you want.”
“All right,” I said.
And then I reached between his legs.
THIRTY-EIGHT
VIK’TOR
Igave a choked growl when I felt Natalie’s soft, slim fingers slip between the strips of the silver kilt and take me in her hand. Her hand was so warm and the hard-on I’d had earlier, from the way the water in the pool had been stimulating me, came back in full force.
“Gods, baby!” I groaned as she started to stroke me, starting at the root of my shaft and sliding all the way to the head. It felt fucking amazing and the fact that it was Natalie, the female I cared for, doing the stroking, made it that much more stimulating.
“Good—I see that you are stroking his male equipment with your hand,” the Empress said, nodding like she was attending a fucking academic lecture.
“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 waskillingme 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 fuckingkillingme 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?”