“Very well.” Coming around behind her again, Valen put his hands on the curvy Elite’s inner thighs to coax them open. But at first, Selena attempted to keep them closed.
“Please, Valen,” she murmured, for his ears alone. “Why…what is he going to do?”
“He’s going to fit you for your bottom harness, but in order to do that, he needs to see your pussy mound, little one,” Valen growled in her ear. “Go ahead and let him look.”
“It…it’s just so embarrassing,” she whispered faintly.
“I know, but can you stand it? For me?” Valen asked softly. “Can you stand it for your Master, little one?”
He felt her whole body shiver at his low words and then her thighs were parting.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered breathlessly. “I…I think so.”
“That’s good,” Valen murmured. He looked at the harness maker. “Very well—we’re ready.”
But the chief harness maker looked unimpressed.
“No, no!” he exclaimed, frowning. “I can’t see a thing! Part her pussy lips, Master Kindred—I must know how big her pleasure button is in order to get the right sized ring and dome.”
“You…you want to look inside me?” Selena’s voice quivered in apprehension.
“How else am I to get you a suction dome that works, my dear?” he demanded, sounding exasperated. “Master Kindred, have the goodness to spread her pussy lips for me,” he directed Valen.
This was considerably past the bounds of what they had been doing, but Valen knew he still couldn’t ask permission without compromising his position as her Master. But he did his best. Leaning forward, he put his mouth to her ear.
“I’m going to part your pussy lips now, Selena,” he murmured. “I’m going to spread you wide open so the chief harness maker can see your inner pussy, do you understand?”
“Y—yes,” she stammered softly. “I…I understand…Master.”
“Good,” Valen murmured. Still leaning over her, surrounding her with his body as much as he could, he reached between her thighs. Though he couldn’t see them, due to his position, he could feel her soft, warm outer pussy lips under his seeking fingers. Gently, he pulled them apart for the chief harness maker’s inspection.
Selena shifted in his arms but didn’t try to fight him, though her cheeks did get bright red.
“Hmm, yes. Well, I think we need a bit of encouragement here,” the harness maker remarked, after looking for a long time.
“Encouragement?” Valen asked, frowning.
“Yes. You see, it’s difficult to tell how large her clit will get until you stimulate her, Master Kindred,” the harness maker explained. “Do me a favor and circle it with your finger a bit—you can use some of her natural lubrication to do it—she appears to be quite wet,” he added.
Selena moaned softly and shifted in his arms, her cheeks getting even redder. By her reaction, Valen guessed that she must be getting more and more embarrassed, though she still made no move to fight him.
“Selena,” he murmured in her ear. “I need to dip into your pussy and stroke your little sweet little clit for a moment. Can you open up and let me do that? Can you let me…let your Master touch you?”
As he had noticed earlier, she seemed to like that word in particular, because she moaned and spread her legs wider for him.
“Y-yes, Master.” She was nearly panting now and her bare skin felt warm and flushed under his hands. “I…I think so.”
“Good—that’s good, little one,” Valen growled in her ear.
Gods, what were they doing here together? He had only met her a few hours ago and now she was opening her thighs submissively to let him stroke and finger her pussy, as though he had every right to touch her so intimately!
But he had no answers to his questions. Instead of questioning the strange intimacy that seemed to have sprung up between them, he made use of it by slipping two fingers between her thighs and into the warm, wet folds of her open pussy.
Selena moaned as he slid over the tight little bump of her clit and found her cunt mouth. She was, as the harness maker had said, extremely wet—she must be a numalla—a female who made copious amounts of pussy honey.
He wished fiercely for a moment that he was kneeling before her so that he could see her and taste her instead of just feeling her. But he had the idea that she needed the feeling of his larger body at her back, protecting and cradling her, to allow her to feel safe enough to open up like this.
So he contented himself with sliding his fingers deep into her soft, slippery inner channel, and noting how tight and wet she was, as he filled her.
“Oh…oh, Master!” Selena gasped and shifted her hips, leaning her head back against his shoulder. “Oh, God, that feels…Ohhhh…”
“That’s right, little one,” Valen growled softly in her ear. “Just open your pussy and let me get some of that sweet honey to rub all around your Goddess pearl. Open up and let your Master slide his fingers deep in that sweet little cunt of yours.”