“Only if you want to,” Roke rumbled. “Not that I mind feeling your soft little hands on me, but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
“I…I’m not uncomfortable,” Elli denied. “And anyway we’re just…just doing what we have to, right?”
As she spoke, she reached for the pot of bathing cream and got a good amount on her fingers. Rubbing it over her palms, she began caressing the thick, throbbing length of the big warrior’s shaft, exactly as she saw the Duchess doing with the Duke in the pool beside them.
Roke groaned low in his throat and tilted his head back, his eyes tight-shut. He held completely still as Elli stroked him, but she could feel the tension in his big body, as though it was taking every ounce of determination he had to keep from thrusting up into her hands.
After the first moment of uncertainty, she found she liked touching the big warrior so intimately. The skin of his shaft was petal soft, though beneath he was as hot and hard as an iron bar heating in a forge. His scent was stronger here, too—the dark spice that made her want to get closer to him. The scent that would have been his Bonding Scent if he’d actually wanted to bond her to him, Elli thought as she stroked up and down his thick length, her hands slippery with the bathing cream.
“Gods, little priestess!” Roke’s voice was ragged with lust. “Your soft little hands feel so fucking good on me!”
“Your hands felt good on me, too,” Elli admitted softly, as she continued to stroke. She couldn’t fit her fingers all the way around his thickness, but she kept stroking anyway, using both hands on the throbbing pole of flesh that stuck straight up against his flat belly.
“I could tell,” he murmured, looking down to catch her eyes. “By the way you were moaning and crying while I fingerfucked your soft little pussy.”
“Is that what you call it—the, uh, penetration with your fingers?” Elli asked, feeling her cheeks get hot.
He nodded.
“Mmm-hmm. Did you enjoy it?”
“Yes,” Elli admitted. “I…I probably shouldn’t have but, well, it felt good.”
“What you’re doing to me feels good too,” Roke growled. “Stroking me off with your soft little hands. You’d best be careful, though—I’m fucking close to coming, sweetheart.”
“What happens when you come?” Elli asked curiously. “Will your seed shoot out here?” She touched the small slit at the tip of the broad, plum-shaped head of his shaft curiously and Roke groaned.
“Yes, exactly,” he told her. “And it can make a fucking mess so if you don’t want it all over your hands, you’d better take things slowly.”
“What if I don’t mind if it gets on my hands?” Elli asked, looking up at him from under her lashes. “What if I want to make you come, Roke?”
“Gods, you’re so fucking tempting, little priestess.” He was gazing at her with half-lidded eyes. “If you want to make me come, go ahead then. Just keep stroking and you’ll see what happens.”
“You’re awfully big and thick,” Elli remarked, still stroking, as he had said to do. “I mean, you’re much bigger than the Crown Prince,” she added softly, mindful that someone else might be listening, though at the moment the entire Tenebrian Court seemed to be rather preoccupied with Mirroring His Majesty’s erotic actions.
“I’m Kindred and Havoc,” Roke reminded her. “Of course I have a big shaft. What’s your point, little priestess?”
“Well, I was just wondering…” Elli bit her lip. “Wondering how…how it could possibly fit.”
“In your soft little pussy, you mean?” he growled, raising his eyebrows.
Blushing, Elli nodded and looked away.
“I mean, just two of your fingers filled me up,” she said. “I don’t see how…I mean, not that we would ever, you know. But if we did, how…?”
“Well, it helps that you’re definitely a Numalla,” Roke murmured. “A female who makes a lot of pussy honey,” he added, in case she hadn’t understood.
“I am?” Elli squeezed her thighs together tightly and looked up at him.
“Mmm-hmm. Definitely.” Roke nodded. “So as long as I made sure your little pussy was all hot and ready for me, I should be able to slide my shaft right up inside you, little priestess.”
“Oh!” Elli’s breath was coming faster as she continued to stroke his thick shaft, which was throbbing in her hands. “Roke, you shouldn’t say such things!”
He shrugged.
“You wanted to know. But of course, you also wanted to make me come. And I’m damn close right now, sweetheart.”
“You are?” Elli looked from the thick shaft she was stroking up to his dark eyes, narrowed in pleasure.
“Sure am.” His voice was low and thick with passion. “Just keep on stroking, little priestess. In a minute you’ll see what happens. Gods!”
His last word was a low, hoarse shout, and then the thick shaft in Elli’s hands seemed to get even harder and thicker. It jerked in her fingers and a thick jet of creamy white shot from the tip, fountaining out to coat the backs of her hands as she continued to stroke.