Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 169943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 850(@200wpm)___ 680(@250wpm)___ 566(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 850(@200wpm)___ 680(@250wpm)___ 566(@300wpm)
My brows furrow. “You’ve nagged me all day. You’re going to have to be more specific than that.”
I can see him grit his teeth, setting his shoulders. “Don’t be dense, Aspeth. You know what I mean. When I said we were going to have an anatomy lesson.”
“I do remember that.” My pussy clenches at the reminder, and I desperately hope he doesn’t notice me twitching. “You said you didn’t want me to have any surprises. That we were going to go over everything prior to the, ahem, rutting time.”
“Good. You actually listened.” His dry humor makes me prickle. “Fine, then. If you’ve no objections, I’m going to show you what an engorged Taurian cock looks like so you’re prepared.”
And he unbuckles his belt.
THIRTEEN
HAWK
To her credit, Aspeth doesn’t run away the moment I make my announcement about showing her my cock.
I feel a little strange about it, because it’s not in my nature to whip out my genitals to women I’ve barely met, but we’re not going to have much time to prepare for the Conquest Moon and we both need to be comfortable. I ignore the lecherous feeling in the back of my mind and cast aside my belt, letting my pants fall to my knees. My cock—already hard and aching—falls out and stands proudly at attention, an arrow pointing directly at my new wife.
She blinks at the sight.
Blinks again.
Squints.
“Sorry,” she says after a moment, gesturing nearby at the candles. “The lighting in here is terrible. Can I get a closer look?”
I gesture at my length, indicating it’s hers to examine as she likes.
Aspeth moves closer, still squinting. She leans over and continues to peer, moving so close to my throbbing cock that I could swear I feel her breath. What in the five hells is she doing exactly? She examines me with less than a handspan between her face and my cock, moving back and forth and eyeing me with such focus, as if she’s examining a fascinating artifact she’s never seen before. It makes me twitch, my tail slapping against the back of my leg. It shouldn’t be arousing to watch her stare at me so intently, but I can’t help it. Her lips part, and I imagine pushing the bulbous head of my cock between those parted lips and feeling her tongue brush against my skin.
“There’s no knot yet,” I murmur. “Give me another three weeks.”
Her gaze flicks to me and then back to my cock.
“Well?” I prompt after a long wait, barely holding my breath.
Aspeth squints again, and then glances up at me. “I don’t mean to alarm you, sir, but you’re dripping.”
Is that all she has to say? I huff with amusement, shifting on my hooves, and resist the urge to stroke my length and watch her reaction to that. Glancing down, I notice the head of my cock is indeed slick with pre-cum. “It’s because I’m aroused, wife. Don’t you get wet when you’re aroused?”
She looks up at me, her face flushing red. Aspeth straightens, touching her nose, and then her hand flutters away. It’s a strange motion, as if looking for something and not finding it. “That is a very personal question and I won’t answer it.”
I bite back a laugh at her prudish response. “I’m showing you my cock, Aspeth. We’re going to have sex in a few weeks. I think we have to get comfortable with personal questions.”
She chews on her lip, staring up at me thoughtfully. “Are you aroused?” Her voice is soft, husky. “Right now?”
My cock twitches in response. “Yes.”
“Because you just bathed me?”
“Because you’re staring at my cock and I’m thinking about fucking you,” I admit. “Because I’m thinking about touching your body.” I’m thinking about her thick, solid thighs and the softness of her belly. I’m thinking about the heavy weight of her breasts and how they’d feel in my hand. How they’d move in time to each thrust I make inside her. “I can’t help but think about touching you.”
Her hand goes to her throat, her eyes soft, her cheeks pink. She wets her lips, gazing up at me. “Do you need to see me? All of me?” She gestures at the cradle of her thighs.
I don’t need to. But by the five hells, I’d love to—
Before I can answer, something crashes in the hall outside and thumps down the stairs.
Aspeth jerks in surprise, clutching the towel to her body, and I hastily shove my cock back into my pants. “What was that?” she asks. “An intruder?”
A dish crashes to the floor, followed by a curse, and I wince, shaking my head. “No, I suspect that’s Magpie.”
My new wife brightens. Her fingers go to her mouth and she bites on her thumb’s cuticle. “Oh, I’ve been waiting to meet her. How do I look?”
Like I’m about to fuck you, I want to tell her, but I know the moment is gone. I bite back a sigh of irritation and hold a cloak out to her. “You’re wearing a towel.”