Page 12 of Corvak's Challenge

"Like what?"

"Likethat." My body tightens, and my cock lets out another fierce throb. "And stop looking at me or it will never go down."

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and she nods, but she doesn't stop her staring. Her gaze flicks up to me, and there's a haziness in her gaze, her pupils large and dilated through the glowing blue. My arousal is affecting her, and a sweet perfume laces the air. It seems to be coming from her.

"Aidy," I warn, but I secretly want her to keep staring at me. I want her to come closer and get a good look at my cock. I want her to reach out and touch it for me, to see if the throbbing of it will cease once she caresses me. I want…I want…her.

I want her to wantme.

Her eyes settle on my chest, and her hand goes to her own breast. "We're still humming."

"I noticed." It's so intense it's making my balls shiver, which isn't helping my arousal any. "We're going to chase off any prey in the area if we try to hunt like this."

"It might be an issue," Aidy says. "How do we stop it?"

I shrug. I'm more concerned about the jutting, throbbing problem between my thighs. One issue at a time. I want to touch myself, to stroke my cock and try to soothe the ache out of it, but I don't know how Aidy will react. Humans are skittish, and there's some hind-brain memory in my head that tells me that touching myself in public is not acceptable.

"Right," Aidy continues, unaware of my inner turmoil. "It's not going to matter if you don't get control of your boner. Can you go jump in the snow or something to cool off?"

"I am not overheated." Well, one part of me is, but I doubt there is enough snow to soothe it. "Do you think that will work?"

"How would I know? I don't have a dick!" She gives me a curious stare. "You don't know?"

Furtively, I run my hand down my front and rub to the side of my cock, watching Aidy's reaction. She watches me but doesn't protest, so I grip my shaft at the base, through the material. A groan rises in my throat, because squeezing it feels too good. "No memories. My cock…never worked before…" I try to control my breathing so I'm not panting, but it's difficult. I just want to squeeze and rub my shaft, all while she's watching me do so. That's part of the fantasy—her fascinated gaze upon me. "My prior iterations…kept on a regimen of suppressants to keep complacent…until battle. Never had a battle…"

"Oh." Her mouth parts and forms a soft O, and my mind fills with the idea of pushing my cock into that small space.

I close my eyes and give it a quick jerk. Can't help it. Can't stop.

"How long until it…until you calm down?" Her voice is slowing again, growing husky, and I know she's watching me. Iknow.

And itexcitesme.

"Can't…say." I'm not in any hurry to stop touching myself. I know we should be leaving, but I drag my hand up my shaft again and can't seem to care about anything more than pleasuring myself. "Any…assistance…appreciated. Very…distracting."

Aidy makes an outraged little noise. "I'm not giving you a hand job just because you ask!"

That makes me open my eyes to regard her. "What is a hand job? You said you didn't know anything about cocks."

Her expression grows flustered, and her hands flutter in that way I've come to recognize is her panicking. "It's just…me using my hands on you. To make you come. People do that kind of thing."

I put both hands on my cock, hating the tangle of material that's keeping me from touching skin. I cup my sac with one hand and use the other to squeeze and drag along my shaft. "Hand job…like this?"

She covers her eyes with her hands and then peeks out between her fingers. "You should know you shouldn't be doing that in front of me."

"Why not? You don't like it?"

That sweet, strange scent grows thicker in the air. Definitely coming from her, along with a good deal of humming. She continues to watch through her hands. "I didn't say that."

"Then why not do it in front of you? You can tell me if I'm doing it wrong."

"Most people do it without the clothing."

Thank kef for that. I push the offending fabric aside, freeing my cock, and love her startled intake of breath. I put my hands on my cock again, and she's right, it improves the situation. "Much better."

"Yeah?" There's a soft little hitch in her voice. She keeps staring, her gaze fascinated. She eyes my spur, then my cock.Spur, then cock, over and over. She's entranced with both. Her hand goes to her throat, fingers curling and stroking the base of it. "Can… can you take care of yourself?"

"To make my cock go down?" I am starting to think this impossible. If anything, it is harder than ever. Feels amazing, too. Its presence is distracting me almost as much as her avid, hungry stare.

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