Page 82 of Downfall of a Princess

“How exactly did it give your clients pleasure?”

He covered my hand with his, guiding me.

“This elevation here...” He slid the tip of my pointer finger along the thick vertical ridge at the base in the front. It ran from about halfway up along his cock then up his lower belly for about the length of my finger. “It’ll make you come in seconds if I fuck you at just the right angle.”

“Oh...” I bit my lip.

“And these here...” He pressed my thumb to the row of rounded bumps on the underside of his shaft. “They would bring you a lot of pleasure if I took you from behind.”

Desire surged low in my belly. The mental image of Salas pounding into me with abandon proved incredibly arousing.

“You said it hurt when you had it done?” I asked.

He shrugged. “It is a rather painful procedure, yes.”

“But you went through with it, only to feel numb at the end?”

“It never was about whatIfeel, Princess. These things aren’t done for the man’s pleasure.”

“Then tell me what bringsyoupleasure. Where can I touch you to make you feel good?”

He paused for a moment.

“Me?” He guided my hand up his erect cock. “Here—” His breath hitched as he moved my finger in a circle just under the crown of the head.

“Right here?” I rubbed where he showed me.

“Yes...” Salas groaned. “Oh, gods.”

His hand fell away, leaving him entirely at my mercy.

I stroked lightly at first, carefully avoiding the magical modifications to his body. Despite his assurance that they were no longer painful, I lost all desire to touch them. They were done for someone else, and right now I wished to pleasure him and only him.

He stretched through his entire body as I played with him, slowly gaining confidence. His low groans and eagerness with which he pushed into my hand were the best encouragement. As he jerked up, the tip of his erection popped out of the water. I bent down and flicked my tongue over the head of his cock.

He moaned, sucking in air in short little breaths.

“Princess...”

I looked up at him.

“What are you doing?” He cupped the side of my face with his large hand.

“The same thing you’ve done to me.” I licked my lips.

“But women don’t normally do this.”

I arched an eyebrow. “They don’t?”

“Not usually. No.”

“So, you’ve never had anyone lick you there?” I stroked with my thumb over his cock’s head under water.

“No. Never.” The muscles in his belly and thighs strained, turning rock-solid.

A thrill coursed through me. Could it be true? I did something for the first time to the man who had given me so many of my firsts.

“Well, that’s just perfect, Salas.” I smiled. “My turn to be your first, then. Can you lift him up for me, please? So I can do it again.”

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