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“You’re bigger than any human guy I’ve been with.” That was good, though, as she’d pointed out, this was something beyond my control. “What matters is what you can do with it, not its size.”

“Yes.” My face kept overheating, and it was all I could do not to squirm. I hated talking about this. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re perfect. Different from a human, but size isn’t important.” She stared down, seemingly mesmerized by my cock pressing against my loincloth. “I know I’m going to enjoy being with you.”

That heartened me.

“I don’t like to speak bad about the dead, especially a young woman who was murdered, but if she was here now, I’d kick her,” she added.

“Why?”

“Because she hurt you.” She wrapped her arms around me, pressing my cocks against my abdomen. “You’re perfect. You’ll see.”

I hoped so.

“Did you say you have two cocks? I’ve never heard of such a thing.”

“Yes, this is . . . extra?” Maybe this would work out well. I’d do all I could to make sure her passage enjoyed what I had to offer, and I’d make sure my second cock pleased her clit. It meant so much to me that she finds pleasure. “One is bigger than the other.”

“Humans only have one.”

“I feel bad for them.”

Her laugh spurted out. “So do I. What does the smaller one do?”

“All the things I dreamed of about clits. Its sole focus is your orgasm.”

“I assume that’s the focus of them both.”

If she kept stroking my main cock, I was going to come, and it would shoot across the room. I’d rather shoot it inside her.

“I’m curious about your cocks.” Turning away from me, she climbed into the tub and settled on one of the seats. “Would you be willing to give me a demonstration?”

Chapter 25

Kerry

Weela sucked. I’d not only kick her if she was here, but I’d also smack her. How dare she make Nevarn feel bad about something beyond his control?

As far as cocks went, his appeared bigger than any I’d seen before, and I’d viewed a few porn movies with guys named Long John and Wide Wayde in the past.

Even considered small for his species, it was going to be a delicious stretch. He was going to fit inside me very well. As for his second cock whose sole focus was my clit, well, mine was already humming in anticipation.

He said he was falling in love with me. The idea made my heart hop around, banging against my ribs.

All my adult life, I’d wanted someone who’d stand beside me, shelter me, support me, and be there for me even if it was only to talk.

That person was Nevarn. If I ever met his gods, I’d thank them for bringing me here. What a change from when I arrived.

He unwound his loincloth and carefully placed it on the floor before straightening. I swore he girded himself for my disapproval, but man. His entire body was gorgeous, includinghis cocks, but I adored him for who he was inside. Outsides changed. The true character of a person was what mattered.

“Join me,” I said.

With a nod, he climbed into the tub and settled across from me.

“Sit on my lap, mate, and I’ll wash your hair,” he said, holding out his hand.

No guy had ever offered to do something like that for me before. I’d given massages but never received them in return. I suspected things were going to be different with Nevarn.

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