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“No, my Lady,” he murmured, his voice slightly rough. “You must be open for me to finish the test. In fact, I will have to ask you to open yourself even more, since I am not allowed to touch you. Can you spread the outer lips of your sex for me?”

  Blushing and trembling, I reached between my legs to do as he said. With the first and middle finger of my right hand, I spread my pussy open, revealing my inner sex completely, making myself more vulnerable than I had ever been with any man.

  Kristoff groaned softly as he surveyed my open pussy.

  “Gods,” he muttered hoarsely. “So ripe…so beautiful…”

  He was right between my thighs now, his face hovering over my pussy in a way that made me wonder if the sensitivity test was going to turn into something else completely. But though he was eyeing me like he was a man dying of thirst and my sex was exactly what he needed to slake his thirst, he held back.

  “I will not blow on this area, my Lady,” he murmured. “It is too sensitive, I am sure. Instead I will simply breathe on you and gauge your reaction to my breath.”

  “All…all right,” I whispered. I bit my lip as he leaned forward, his mouth open almost as though he was going to kiss me.

  Instead, he breathed out as he had promised. I felt the heat of his breath, bathing my open pussy and my clit throbbed in answer. I couldn’t help myself—my hips bucked upwards in reaction and for just a moment, his mouth made contact with my inner folds.

  “Oh!” I gasped, freezing in place. Unfortunately, the place I froze in was with Kristoff’s hot, open mouth pressed to my pussy. Not only were his lips on me—I also felt his tongue, hot and wet, against my throbbing clit.

  He seemed frozen too and for a long moment we stayed like that. Kristoff didn’t move his tongue to taste or lick me…but he didn’t pull away either. His eyes flickered up to meet mine and I saw an emotion that matched the one I was feeling in their shifting depths. I felt enveloped by his heat and wetness and desire.

  Then I realized what I was doing.

  “I’m sorry!” I gasped, pulling back and away from his mouth. “I…I didn’t mean to.”

  Kristoff didn’t say a word, though his lips were shiny with my juices. I saw him lick them slowly, as though savoring every bit of my essence. Then he rose and left the bed—which looked like a big shiny silver beanbag, incidentally—obviously putting some distance between us.

  “Kristoff?” I said, feeling miserable. “I’m so sorry—I didn’t mean to do that. I swear I didn’t!”

  “I am the one who has transgressed.” He ran a hand through his hair in agitation and I saw that his cock was incredibly long and hard. “I should have moved my mouth at once—I should not have allowed myself to taste your honey, my Goddess.”

  “It was an accident,” I said, sitting up. “We were just…oh!” My words ended in a little gasp because I had unthinkingly tried to close my legs. The motion sent a sharp bolt of painful desire through me and I shifted uncomfortably.

  “What is it, my Lady?” Kristoff was looking at me anxiously.

  “It’s…it’s nothing.” I gritted my teeth. “I’m just, uh, really sensitive.”

  “That’s not surprising,” he said grimly. “From your reaction to the test I preformed, I’d say you were already well into the needing phase of your cycle.”

  “Needing what though?” I demanded, as he began to put on his uniform—or at least the under garments and the leather kilt. I was glad to see he was leaving the hard, metal breastplate and the other metal bits off for now.

  “Needing a release—an orgasm.” He frowned at me. “Perhaps I should leave you, my Lady. I don’t believe you’re so far into your needing that you can’t help yourself with such matters.”

  “You mean…make myself come?” I asked bluntly.

  “Yes. It should take the edge off your desire—at least for a little while.” He spoke as though it was a simple thing—as though anyone could do it. Then he started to leave the room.

  “Wait!”

  He turned to me. “Yes, my Lady?” His deep voice sounded strained. “I need to see to the ship’s orbit and you should, ah—help yourself.”

  “I would if I could but I’ve never done that,” I confessed, feeling my cheeks burn with the admission. “I mean, I’ve never, uh, been able to make myself come. I just…can’t.”

  Kristoff frowned and came to sit on the edge of the bed beside me.

  “Of course, how stupid of me,” he murmured. “You are a La-ti-zal as well as the True Incarnation. This desire you’re experiencing is the first you’ve ever felt, isn’t it?”

  “It is.” I nodded and swallowed hard. “And Kristoff, it’s kind of—well, it’s scary. I’ve never felt anything so intense. Can you…would you stay with me?”

  His eyes, which had been hard with what I could only imagine was repressed desire, suddenly softened.

  “Of course, Charlotte. Would you like me to hold you while you attempt to help yourself?”

  My throat tightened at the way I felt when he used my name.

  “Yes,” I whispered. “Would you?”

  “It is always my pleasure to serve you,” he murmured. Sitting behind me, he drew me towards him until my back was flush against his hard, broad chest and his long legs were bracketing mine. “Lean back against me,” he whispered in my ear. “And pleasure yourself.”

  I never would have believed I would allow myself to be vulnerable enough with any man to do what he was suggesting. But my body ached with need and I couldn’t help myself. With a little moan I relaxed back against him, spread my legs, and let my hand drift down between my thighs.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Charlotte

  It felt good as I spread my pussy and began to tentatively touch my inner folds—almost too good, in fact. Too intense. I was sure most women, by the time they got to be my age, knew exactly what to do to make themselves come. After many years of trial and error, they just knew what worked for them.

  I didn’t. Remember, masturbation had never done a thing for me back on Earth. And so, though it felt good to touch myself, I also felt clumsy and uncertain. I couldn’t seem to find a good rhythm or establish the right connection. And the intense sensations were driving me crazy—making it impossible to get where I needed to go. I could feel my frustration growing along with my desire until I gave up with a little moan of aggravation.

  “My Lady?” Kristoff made it a question.

  “I know this sounds ridiculous but I can’t,” I told him. “It feels like I’m doing it all wrong somehow. I’m just not…getting anywhere.”

  “Would you like me to help you to help yourself?” he murmured in my ear.

  I turned my head around to see him staring at me intently.

  “Uh…how? Have you had special training in giving women orgasms or something?” I meant the words as a joke but he nodded with complete seriousness.

  “Every Majoran male takes special classes in pleasuring a female as soon as he comes of age. It’s mandatory.”

  “It is?” I couldn’t imagine a society where learning to pleasure a female was mandatory.

  “We take the pleasure of our females very seriously,” Kristoff assured me. “We worship our females and what better way to worship than to give pleasure? Though I have not touched a female sexually in the last ten cycles, I do not believe my training has deserted me. ”

  “Okay, I believe you,” I said. “But if you’re not allowed to touch me, how can you, uh, help me?”

  “Like this. Viewer!” he said in a low, commanding voice.

  At once, a rectangular metal rod rose from the end of the silver bed. The top third of the rod unfolded and then unfolded again and again and again until a flat screen made of hundreds of tiny squares was facing us. It was about two feet wide by two feet tall.

  “This is mostly useful to communicate with the other rooms of the ship,” Kristoff explained. “But it can also be used as a reflective surface. Reflect,” he told the flat screen at our feet.