Page 48 of Captain's Companion

“Do you need cooling off,” she asked. Leaning over, she pulled a small chunk of ice out of a container which she placed next to the bed earlier. She held it to his lips, rubbed it down his neck, across his chest.

He trembled. The change in sensation stimulated him to a higher level, higher than he thought possible. She stroked it down his front, let it settle on his taut abs.

“These seem to be in the way,” Gwyn slipped her hands around the waistband of his sleep pants. Her fingers brushed over the top of his stiff cock and came away wet with pre-cum.

“Stars,” Ulrik growled.

“Do you want me to take these off,” Gwyn asked. “Or should I leave them. I’m not sure you really want sex.”

“Take them off,” he demanded.

“Are you sure,” Gwyn asked. Her hand slipped down his leg, caressed his thighs, felt how tense his muscles were.

“Yes. All the gods in the heaven, yes,” he said.

“I like these sleep pants,” Gwyn said conversationally as she cupped his balls. “They’re so soft.”

“Oh… Gwyn…” he muttered nearly incoherent.

“I really enjoy the feel of these pants, don’t you,” Gwyn said as she jiggled the cock ring and stroked his cock through the pants.

“I... oh... stars…I…” Ulrik babbled as she teased him.

“Are you sure you want these off,” Gwyn said her heart beating so fast, she thought it would burst out of her chest. She wanted to mount him but resisted. She needed him inside but wanted to extend his pleasure more than he normally allowed when he focused on pleasuring her.

“Off... yess…now… off,” he babbled.

“You may lift your hips,” she said shifting her hands to the waistband.

He did so she slid the pants down over his cock. “Hmmmm,” she said licking his balls.

“AAAAAAAHHHHHH,” Ulrik bellowed. She smiled against his balls.

“These are lovely,” she said taking them in her mouth, sucking, squeezing. Ulrik jetted white semen into the air.

“That’s naughty,” she said. “I didn’t give you permission to do that.”

Ulrik felt little relief. His cock ached and remained stiff. Gwyn twisted the cock ring rubbed it up and down.

“Shit…” Ulrik cursed.

“I have to punish you,” she said.

“Yes, oh, please yes,” he begged.

With deliberate slowness, she tugged his balls, licked them, and slipped her mouth to his thigh. She tugged on the small hair on his legs, around his balls. He growled and moaned. He writhed beneath her hands.

“Gwyn… oh… Gwyn,” he said.

She felt him tense. “Ulrik, cum for me,” she murmured as she sucked the base of his cock. Like a volcano, Little Ulrik jerked in her hands and spewed a stream all over himself.

“Arrrrr.” Guttural sounds of pleasure the only sound Ulrik felt able to make.

“My bad Sinivite,” Gwyn murmured as she dropped kisses on his legs and up his still erect cock.

“Yes,” he gasped out.

“Shall we start again,” Gwyn asked.

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