Page 19 of The Nephilim's Finesse

To my expectations, the series was too romantic and too much love. Who needed such a thing? However, it was better than doing nothing. I noticed that the female lead was a young white woman, and the male lead was black. They had some intense scenes together where he introduced this virgin to sensual desires.

I had to give it to him; Raph was a cunning arse. He made me watch a woman who, if I was honest with myself, had the same questions and the same insecurities as me. And a black, good-looking man took her to new heights. Was it his intention that I wondered how I'd feel if he would do those things to me? How would his dark skin ‌look on my almost pearly white skin? How would his sensual lips ‌feel on mine?

Argh, no. I wouldn't play his mind games.

I took a look at the other DVDs. Porn movies with white women and black men suited his scheme. I didn’t watch them.

6 Raph

I had planted the seed, and now I had to watch it grow. The thought of it caused a jolt of anticipation that rippled through me. I was almost trembling with the prospect of what she'd do, how she'd react. To see the mix of embarrassment and curiosity wash over her face was an indescribable delight. I could tell she was trying to hide her reaction, desperately fighting the urge to let out a sigh of relief, knowing that whatever else happened, she wouldn't be forced to do it. But there was something more, something I hadn't expected—hope. I could see it in how her eyes softened as she looked at me, as if she felt some promise despite the situation. I knew then that I had made the right decision, and it filled me with a deep satisfaction that I couldn't quite explain.

I'd been preparing for this proposal for days. Combining pleasure with knowledge sounded so enticing that I couldn't help but give it a try, and here we were.

I knew something else was also at play here, something deeper than what the surface indicated, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

When I showed her the toys, despite her initial hesitation, I could see a spark of intrigue in her expression. I guessed that she didn't have positive encounters in that department, and all I wanted was to make Victorija feel as special as possible and enjoy her carnal desires. Somehow, I wanted her to experience how good it could feel, how freeing it was to let go.

As I walked into her room, I knew I had to answer two questions of hers. I really tried not to, but I couldn't stand it. She was haunting me. Since I made the offer, all I could think about was when I would get the opportunity to please her. I wanted to see her face when she finally had her first orgasm, when she'd experience the heights I could take her body to. I knew that she’d never had one by her reactions. She blushed whenever I talked about it. She couldn’t even say “orgasm” out loud.

I didn’t want her to have questions for me, but we agreed to be honest, and I'd honour that deal. I fucked a Nephilim yesterday and another today, but all I was thinking about was her.

Standing before her, I observed her, calculating how I'd deal with her today. I saw that she was disappointed when I left her yesterday after a few short minutes. Alissia was right. Somehow, she liked me, even if she never would admit that to herself.

When I watched her over the surveillance cameras, her reaction to the porn movies was entertaining and confirmed my suspicions. She never masturbated or even touched herself.

I walked to the closed box I brought her the other day and opened it, indicating to her to have a look. She bent forward, frowning while gazing into the box. Victorija eyed the toys with an expression of uncertainty. It was clear that her emotions were divided between intrigue and hesitancy. I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable or coerced, so I decided to take a different approach.

"I know this might be a little intimidating," I said softly, "but it doesn't have to be. You don't have to use any of these if you don't want to, and no matter what happens, we can always just talk about it afterwards."

That seemed to do the trick—she gave me a small smile of relief, and I could see some of her tension dissipating.

"You can touch them if you like," I offered gently, watching as her fingers hovered just above the array of tools and gadgets. A flush rose in her cheeks as she slowly reached out and began exploring each item with newfound interest.

She picked up one toy after another, inspecting them carefully before setting them aside and picking up another. She was obviously trying to familiarise herself with each one before settling on a particular item.

I watched as her curiosity grew ever stronger until finally, she settled on an item that seemed to capture her interest more than any other—a dark brown vibrator, simply formed like a penis. She held it weirdly in her hands for a moment before looking back at me questioningly, almost as if asking for permission to turn it on or what to do with it.

I nodded. Wordlessly, I adjusted the toy in her hand and closed her fingers around it, letting her feel the replica of a man's erect penis in her hand. From her wide eyes, I guessed it was the first time in her life that she had. With my fingertips, I grabbed the base and moved the vibrator back and forth between her fist. Then, I held still and waited until she moved her hand in the same motion. I bobbed my head as a sign of approval that she did it the right way. She stopped, and I watched with fascination as she gingerly pressed the power button before gasping in delight as it hummed into life in her hand. Contrary to yesterday, she wasn’t shocked anymore. Her lips curved into a shy smile as she glided it along her hand, feeling the vibrations massaging her palm. After a minute, she turned the toy off and placed it back into the box.

The intimate moment between us was gone, and Victorija crossed her arms before her breast and raised an eyebrow, an unspoken question as to what would happen next.

“As I said, you can use them if you like, and you can use me for your pleasure.”

Her eyes turned wide, and her pale face even paler.

“But I suggest you familiarise yourself with these toys first, learn what your body likes, how you want to be pleased. When you’re comfortable, and you want that, I can please you.”

Her face switched from embarrassment to panic to longing before she caught herself and put on her emotionless mask. Silence hung between us; we both waited for the other to make a move.

I sighed. Of course, I wanted to speed things up. Not only to get answers but to finally be able to touch her, make her moan, and bury myself into her. However, I knew I had to give her time—all the time that she needed. It was possible that it would take weeks, months, or even years before she would allow me to touch her. I frowned at that thought. Even waiting for days made me itchy; how would I cope with weeks?

I needed to get this over with. She had to touch herself or try the toys, and she wouldn’t do that if I was in the room. I had to get out as fast as possible.

“You have two questions.”

She raised an eyebrow, wondering why I told her that. And maybe, what I’d done to get two releases. Squinting her eyes, she calculated, then stood up and walked behind the chair, putting a barrier between us. “Why do you hate me so much?” She crossed her arms over her breasts to appear self-assured, but I heard in her voice a slight uncertainty.

I checked my feelings. Sure, in the beginning, I hated her for what she had done, but after years on the council, I became indifferent. Since her capture, those feelings re-emerged, but over the weeks, other feelings replaced the hate, desire, and guilt for feeling this way.

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