That changes today.

I stroke her thigh with a confident hand, as if I am soothing a fractious hamarii. “Relax, my wife. We will try this, and if you hate my touch, we will never do so again, I promise.”

“I’ve never hated your touch,” she says, voice soft. Her hand goes to her ear, as if recalling all the times I’ve been tongue-tied around her and showed how I felt with a caress there.

It makes me ache all the more. “Then trust me to pleasure you and enjoy myself while I do so.”

“It’s just…difficult.” She squirms against my grasp.

“Because you are giving control of your body over to me,” I state, guessing why she is so hesitant.

“I just…in bed is the one place where I have some control. Where I can get the upper hand. Are you sure I can’t just pleasure you?” She sounds desperate.

“I’m positive.”

She makes a pouty sound and puts her fists on her thighs. “Then let’s just do this and get it over with.”

If I didn’t know her better, I’d be offended at her reluctance to let me touch her. But I know the reason behind her reticence. I know how Vali likes to put on a brave face to hide her vulnerability. I am not put off by her actions. It just makes me want to taste her even more.

I nuzzle along the inside of her thigh, pulling her down towards my mouth.

“If your leg hurts,” she begins, “we should⁠—”

“Hush,” I tell her. “Just hush, my Vali.”

“Hushing.” Yet she trembles all the same.

I kiss along the inside of her thigh, moving towards the tuft of curls that cover her cunt. She smells delightful here, of salt and brine, of feminine musk and delicate skin. It’s a combination that feeds the feral side of me, the side that wants nothing more than to toss her down onto the bed and thrust both cocks into her willing body.

But that is not happening. Even if my leg were whole and I were capable, I want Vali to want to be with me because she enjoys the pleasure of our bodies equally. I do not expect her to simply service me. That is not the act of a wife, but an eager slave.

And I am not interested in slaves.

So I put all my focus into making this moment good for Vali. I touch her all over, and with twice as many hands as her, it’s easy enough to accomplish. She makes soft little sounds when I caress her thighs and the curve of her belly. I want to touch her breasts, too, but her arms rest over them. Next time, then. I move my face closer to her cunt by small increments, and when she no longer tenses at the feel of my lips on her skin, I give her a tentative lick and then wait to see her reaction.

Vali sucks in a breath.

“Was that good?”

She squirms in my grasp again. “I…I don’t know. It felt different.”

Hm. I do not have to think if Vali’s mouth is good when she tongues my cock. I know all of it is good. The fact that she has to pause and consider means I am not doing it the way I should. I drag my tongue over the seam of her cunt again, experiencing more of her taste, but I do not get the rapturous moans that I want from her. “Better?”

“I think so?”

It feels like a lie. Her mouth says yes but her body is still full of uncertainty. And Vali lies when she fears I won’t like the truth…so it is not better. I move my tongue over her again and her folds delicately part under my seeking tongue. I use one hand to gently expose her flesh, and she is damp and her skin is darker here. A small nub protrudes from the apex of her cunt folds, and then her folds veer down to the opening of her body, and then the pucker of her anus. It’s all fascinating, and I touch a reverent finger along the inside of one delicate fold. She jumps in response, and the tension re-enters her body.

I wish I was not so ignorant of how to please her. She knew just how to please me. I need a demonstration of what touches she enjoys and⁠—

Aha. That’s the solution.

I slide my hand away from her cunt and tap a finger on the outside of one leg. “Show me.”

“What?” Her voice wobbles and she glances down at my head from where I’m perched between her thighs.

“Surely you’ve touched yourself before, aye?”

Her face colors and she gets an embarrassed expression. “That is a private question.”

“I already know your answer from your reaction. Why so shy? I have touched myself many a time for a simple release. I expect you would do the same. So…show me.” I gesture at her spread thighs. “Show me how you touch yourself.”

She blusters, clearly reluctant. “What, like you’d show me if I asked?”

“Absolutely.”

That quiets her. Her mouth snaps shut and she purses her lips.

“Come now, where is my bold, eager bride?”

“She’s being asked to diddle herself with a face between her knees,” Vali mutters.

I chuckle at her response. “It would please me greatly if you would show me, my wife. I will not ask if it troubles you, though.”

Vali chews on her lip again, then licks her lips. One hand slides down her belly, and then she skims it over the curls on her cunt.

And by the gods, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so gorgeous—the swing of her heavy breasts as she expertly pushes her folds apart with first and third finger, stroking the longest finger along the side of the nub. I am fascinated. I am entranced.

I am going to spend myself all over my belly if this continues.

And yet it does, thank the gods for that. Her eyes flutter closed, and when I say nothing to interrupt, she continues. Her hand moves faster, her middle finger pressing inward, and she rubs back and forth alongside that bit of flesh, moving faster. Her hips rock in my grasp once, and then she goes still, her eyes flying open.

“Keep going,” I say hoarsely. “I have you.”

Nothing would convince me to let go of her at this point. I watch in utter fascination as she touches herself a handspan from my face, my hands gripping her thighs and buttocks and holding her in place. She pushes her hand lower, pressing that middle finger into her body, and I hear the wet sound of arousal as she pulls back, spreading the slickness over her skin.

My cocks throb at the sight of this, and I scarce dare to breathe. I want to put my mouth on her now, but I don’t dare interrupt. This is too entrancing a show. All the while, my cocks ache and leak a response, my sac tight and pre-cum dripping onto my belly and thighs from my excitement.

Vali rocks her hips again, dipping her hand down once more, and the slick sounds grow greater, as does the salty scent of her. She moves faster, giving up on spreading her folds apart and soon just rubs that spot with all of her fingers, growing rougher and more urgent.

When she comes, she quakes and shivers, her lips parting on a silent cry.

I’m fascinated. Fascinated, and I want to experience it for myself. As she catches her breath, I slide my hand between her legs and brush over the little nub she put so much focus upon. “What is this called?”

“That’s my clit.”

“And it is sensitive? Like the heads of my cocks?”

She gives a jerky nod.

“Do you just have the one?”

For some reason, this makes her chuckle. “Most humans only have one cock, Ranan. They’d be jealous to know you have two.”

Interesting. It’s not something I’ve thought of until now. “I see. Does it bother you that I’m built differently?”

“I seem to recall running my mouth all over you,” she muses, her tone drowsy and delicious. “So no, it doesn’t bother me.”

Good. I focus on her lovely flesh again. She’s flushed now, her skin slick and gleaming with her juices. I drag my thumb over her clit and watch her reaction. Vali shudders, her lips parting and her body jerking in response.

“Sensitive,” she gasps.

“I imagine so,” I murmur, and try a couple of different touches. I skim around the small bud while she whimpers and jerks above me. She’s no longer tense, though, and I feel confident enough that she’s relaxed. I pull her hips down toward my mouth and close my lips over that small bead.