26. Nevarn

Chapter 26

Nevarn

I continued stroking inside Kerry's passage and slowed the hum of my second cock on her clit.

She'd collapsed in my arms, and I felt proud that I could do this for her. This might balance for my small cocks.

"Give me a second and then I'm going for a ride," she purred. "Man. That was wonderful. And you say your second cock can do this all the time?"

"Yes. It's yours to use as you wish." So, I was smiling, the first time I'd done something like that during a sexual experience. I'd found pleasure in the past, of course, but part of me had held back because I knew I didn't have enough to offer a female between the furs.

"I want to wash your hair," she said, sliding off my lap.

Stunned, I could only blink at her for a moment. "You don't need to do this."

"You washed mine." Her voice deepened. "My body too. I'm going to do the same thing for you."

"You're sure?"

"Nevarn." A warning came through in her voice.

"Kerry?"

The smile she gave me sunk through my skin and soothed something deep inside me, a place no one else had ever touched. "I'm sure others have done nice things for you."

"My mother when I was small. She'd stroke my brow if I was sick. My father used to take me hunting to show me how it was done. He helped me raise and train Faelest. My brother would play with me sometimes. He's a few years older than me, and my grandfather took over his care when he was young to prepare him for assuming the role of traedor after our father was gone. But my parents died when I was twelve, so my grandfather worked that much harder with Firion, taking up most of his time."

"What about you? He must've realized you might have to take the role of traedor if something happened to your brother or he didn't want it."

"Firion has always wanted to lead. I wasn't sure, and my grandfather didn't like that. He gave me basic instructions but mostly left me to raise myself."

"And then didn't believe you when Weela was murdered."

I shook my head, not liking how this conversation was going. I could sense she felt pity for me when all I wanted was love.

Her brow remained tight as she studied my face before she nodded. "Alright. Let's do your hair. Lean back."

I did as she asked, closing my eyes as she gently wet and lathered my hair. She massaged my scalp, and it felt so good, a groan slid up my throat. After she'd rinsed my hair, she nudged me back to lean against the side of the tub. "I'm going to take care of you, Nevarn, because you deserve all that's good in life and it starts right now."

I wasn't sure what she meant by that, but I enjoyed the feel of her hands on my body and the kindness in her eyes.

It was only when she tossed aside the washing cloth and climbed onto my lap that my eyes popped open.