Page 160 of Of Sins and Sacrifice

He smiles at me.

“That swollen part of me, erm… it’s swollen because it’s full of seed.”

I stare at him. This time it’shimwho’s red from head to toe.

“Oh,” I whisper. “So it…”

He nods. “It goes inside of you. And after it’s, erm, emptied, it goes back to its normal state.”

It’s not hard to imaginewhereit would go inside of me, and instead of getting more embarrassed, I find myself growing hot. Right in that region. But then I suddenly frown.

“What about that time, though? It went back to its normal state and you didn’t… Or did you…”

“Of course not,” he hurries to assure me. “I can take care of it on my own. It can also go away on its own after a time if I force my thoughts away from you.”

“And you forced your thoughts away from me?”

“I did my best.” He flashes me a guilty smile.

“How often does this happen to you?”

He’s taken aback by my question.

“Often enough,” he says in a tight voice.

“Because you want to… mate with me?”

“It’s not a conscious thing, Minnie. You just have to be near me and I…” He gulps down uncomfortably. “My body just reacts to you, all right?Onlyyou.”

Warmth spreads through me at his words. I don’t like that he has to suffer from this condition, of course, but I do like that his body reactsonlyto me. And to think that he’s been such a gentleman while suffering… It’s giving me a new appreciation for him.

“But don’t think that I’m pressuring you in any way,” he hurries to add. “It’s just a biological response. It doesn’t mean anything.”

I stare at him.

“I’llneverpressure you about this. So what if you give me a hard-on every time you look at me with those beautiful eyes of yours, or if you give me blue balls every time you brush yourhand against mine? I’ll just have to find novel ways to get rid of it.” His shoulders angle in a lazy shrug.

Blue balls? That sounds rather…painful.

“Novel ways…” I watch him through narrowed eyes. “That means thinking about something else?”

“Something gross.” He nods.

“I don’t like that,” I suddenly announce. “I don’t like you not thinking of me. You’re courtingme. You’re supposed toalwaysthink of me.”

His eyes widen.

“That’s… erm…” He looks away.

“What’s the other way? How do you take care of it?”

“Minnie…”

“How?” I insist.

“With my hand,” he awkwardly admits. “While thinking it’s you.”

I gulp down.

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