Lienna.
“Is that your arousal I smell?” He asked, his voice low and husky, his eyes gleaming with interest. He took a step closer, his face inches from mine, his warm breath caressing my skin.
I felt a surge of embarrassment at his words, trying to deny it, but my body refused to lie. My nipples hardened, my breasts feeling heavy and sensitive, and I knew I was wet. Oh, this is humiliating!
Hermes’ gaze seemed to bore into my soul, his eyes burning with intensity. He knew. He knew exactly how I was responding to him, and he was reveling in it. I felt like a rabbit caught in the headlights, frozen and helpless.
“You say you’re not ready, and yet you’re turned on?” He asked, his voice filled with mirth as he squeezed my backside once more, his fingers kneading my flesh in a way that made me shiver.
I felt my face heat up with embarrassment as I tried to deny it, but my body betrayed me. “I’m not… I’m really not,” I rushed out, already panicking, trying to squirm away from his grasp.
Hermes chuckled, breathing in the air once more, his breath hot on my shoulders, sending shivers down my spine. He growled, slipping his eyes closed, his expression one of pure pleasure. “It’s okay, we can do other things,” He muttered, letting me go as he stood in front of me, his eyes still closed, savoring the moment.
When he opened his eyes, they sparkled with amusement, but his expression turned serious. “We especially need to fix the issue of you using aphrodisiacs,” He said, his voice firm but gentle. “They might seem like an easy solution, but it could become dangerous with extended use.” His eyes narrowed as he stared at me, his gaze intense. “We don’t want you relying on them every time you’re with us.”
I felt a surge of uncertainty, unsure of what to say or do. “Oh…” I trailed off, my voice barely above a whisper.
Hermes’ eyes glinted with mischief, and he walked closer to me, his movements fluid and predatory. Lowering his head so he was eye level with me, he bored into my eyes, his gaze burning with intensity. “Let me teach you how to please a man and obtain pleasure while doing it,” He whispered, his breath caressing my skin. “How does that sound?”
I felt my heart skip a beat as I searched his eyes, unsure of what to make of his offer. Part of me was terrified, but another part was curious, wanting to know more.
When he saw me hesitate, he began to pace around the room, his long covering the huge space quickly. “You know, usually human female slaves are taught these things at a pleasure house or brothel,” He said, his voice laced with a hint of surprise. “I’m surprised you don’t know anything about it.”
I flinched at his words, feeling a sting of shame. Should I tell him that I was raised as a lord’s daughter before I was sold and the Werewolf King bought me? That I was never meant for this life? I pressed my lips together, took in a deep breath, and did not. The past was the past, and I couldn’t change it now.
Hermes stopped pacing and went to seat down on a nearby couch, his posture relaxed as usual. “Come close,” He called out, gesturing with his fingers, his eyes never leaving mine.
I immediately rushed up to him, my heart racing with anticipation, until I was close enough to feel his warm breath on my skin. “Get on your knees,” He ordered, his gaze never leaving mine, his voice firm but gentle.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, my mind racing with uncertainty, but my body seemed to move of its own accord. I lowered myself to my knees between his outstretched legs, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. I felt vulnerable, exposed, and Hermes intense gaze wasn’t really helping matters.
“Come on, get it out.” He said, snapping me out of my trance. I lowered my gaze, bringing out my hands as made to loosen the binding holding the layers of clothes he had on. It took a while since my fingers wouldn’t stop shaking, but I finally was able to free that male part of him from it’s confines.
Tentatively, I reached out to touch it, my heart pounding in my chest as I did so. It wasn’t yet hard, but it was warm and was an impressive size. So impressive, I could feel my insides start to pulse. “Study it…” Hermes murmured, his voice low. I gazed at it for a while, trying to commit the image in my head so at least I would stop getting intimidated by it.
“How many parts do you see?” He asked and I looked at him, dazed. Whatever was he talking about? He saw my confused reaction and a smile appeared on his face.
“The male genitalia has two distinct parts. The penis and the scrotum.” Hermes began. “You’re holding the penis right now.” He said, glancing at the thing in my hands. “The tip here, is the most sensitive section. The part you should focus on when giving a blow job. The shaft prefers pressure, so you would do better grabbing it with your fingers and rubbing up and down. Temperature works well too so don’t forget to blow air to it while you that.” He said and I bobbed my head, listening attentively.
“The final, most important part is the scrotum, or the ball sac as many like to call it.” He said, directing my fingers to the drooping stuff after his shaft. I fondled with it and he groaned, stiffening.
“I’m sorry…” I blurted, feeling my cheeks burn. He let out a deep breath, his eyes already darkened with lust.
“That part is very sensitive. Very. But, if you’re feeling fancy, you could put it into your mouth and play with it.” He said, finishing his lesson.
I stared at him, wide eyed. That was some valuable information… I guess. “Um, thank you for telling me this, your Majesty. I’ll make sure to keep this in mind for next time.” I said, my voice breathy.
Hermes raised a brow before scoffing. “That next time is now. Put it into your mouth.”