The Priestess and the Thief Kindred Tales 30 - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,45

yourself?” Elli asked hesitantly.

“I know it’s not.” His deep voice was warm and firm. “You can do it now, if you want to, sweetheart.”

“Oh, I never…never said I wanted to do it now,” Elli protested, feeling her cheeks get hot.

“No, but you do,” Roke growled. “Don’t deny it, Ellilah. I can smell how hot you are and the way you were rubbing against me just now—”

“I was just trying to climb over you to get to the other side of the bed!” Elli protested.

“Sure you were, little priestess,” he rumbled. “And you didn’t take a bit of pleasure in the way your tight little nipples rubbed against my bare chest, did you? It didn’t make your soft little pussy wet one bit, to be so close.”

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Elli whispered, biting her lip.

“Of course you do. You can’t tell me that your pussy doesn’t get wet when you touch your ‘secret spot’,” Roke growled. “I bet it’s fucking wet right now—go on, tell me I’m wrong.”

“I…I don’t know,” Elli said again, squeezing her thighs together tightly. Her secret spot was aching and throbbing and she wished the big warrior would stop saying such dirty things to her. But another part of her never wanted him to stop.

“You don’t know if you’re wet or not?” His voice had dropped to a low growl. “Then why don’t you find out, little priestess?”

“Find out?” Elli’s voice sounded breathless in her own ears.

“Sure. Pull up your nightdress, spread your legs, and stroke your soft little pussy,” Roke told her. “If it’s all hot and wet—like I bet it is—that means you need a sexual release—an orgasm.”

“Why would I need that?” Elli asked. She was already doing as he said, pulling up the thin nightdress to reveal her naked pussy and spreading her thighs, though she knew she shouldn’t.

“To make you feel good for one thing,” Roke told her. “But also to help you sleep,” he added, clearly sensing that Elli needed a practical reason to overcome the guilt of touching herself in such a forbidden area. “You’re going to be having a big day tomorrow—you need your sleep tonight.”

His words echoed her own thoughts and gave Elli the excuse she needed.

“I…I guess you’re right,” she whispered, looking up at him. “So I should just…just touch myself and see if I’m wet?”

“Part your soft little pussy lips and dip your fingers into your honey well,” Roke growled softly, his eyes finding hers in the dimness as he spoke. “Then stroke very softly over your inner folds. If the petals of your inner pussy are all wet and slippery, that means you need to touch yourself and give yourself a release.”

“I…I shouldn’t.” But Elli was already doing it. With trembling fingers, she parted her outer pussy lips and slipped her middle finger into her heated depths. “Ohhh,” she moaned as her seeking finger explored her inner folds.

“You’re wet, aren’t you?” Roke’s deep voice was a hoarse growl.

“So wet,” Elli admitted. “I…I can’t seem to help it.”

“You don’t have to help it, sweetheart,” he urged her. “Just go with it—touch yourself. Stroke around and around your Goddess pearl until you feel the pleasure peaking.”

“I…I’m not sure if I know what you mean,” Elli moaned, as she followed his advice. Goddess, it felt so good to finally touch this long-neglected part of herself again! And having Roke right beside her in the dim alcove, encouraging her and growling soft, dirty things in her ear, made her whole body tingle with pleasure.

“Stroke the outside of your pussy, but don’t forget your honey well,” he said softly. “Slip your fingers deep inside and explore yourself, sweetheart. Let your body know what it feels like to be filled.”

“It feels good!” Elli moaned, doing as he said. “Oh, Roke—it feels really, really good.”

“Of course it does, sweetheart.” He leaned over to press a brief but passionate kiss to her lips. “It feels good because the Goddess built our bodies to experience pleasure. It’s all right—keep touching yourself—let the pleasure build.”

Elli didn’t know if she ought to do as he said, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself now. Her fingers were wet with her juices and they slipped so naturally in and out of her well and then slid all around her aching, throbbing secret spot as the pleasure built and built inside her…

Something was missing though—something she knew could make her pleasure even better…

“Roke,” she begged breathlessly, looking up at him. “Roke please could you…would you touch