was feminine and husky as she held his stiffening erection in her palms.
Donan tried to clear his throat. To somehow get back on the path of his plan, which was leaping wildly astray once again. But of course the lusty male rising in him was too riveted to the feel of Analise’s soft hand holding his hardening shaft. How the hell was a man supposed to think?
A flush swept to Analise’s breasts, aching in the tips of her nipples, then down to her belly and lower, as she gazed at Donan’s cock. It was large and long, at first slack, yet when she'd bravely reached out to grasp it, it immediately began to grow in her hand. She gasped, feeling giddy and aroused. She began a downward slide with her hand, watching the velvety skin move to uncover the silken head. The thickening heat of the shaft throbbed on her palm.
“Are you sure you wanna do this, imp?” Donan asked, through his clenched teeth.
He'd never expected Analise to be so forthright as to lay her hands on his cock and he watched fascinated as her small hands circled his shaft. The moment she'd touched it, she moaned slightly and he could feel his erection throbbing as she brought the jug to the head and was barely able to push it inside the small opening.
Biting down harder on his teeth, he managed to suppress a groan as Analise, who looked flushed, quite seriously asked, “Am I doing it wrong, my lord?”
“Nay, sweet imp, you are doing it very well, exactly right and I’ll thank you kindly when I’m finished if you would shake it a bit for me.” Stroke it was what he was really thinking ... and praying for. Gone astray, was not the words for his collapsing plan.
“Whatever for?” Analise asked as her fingers caressed his shaft, causing him to tense.
“It’s a man’s act.” It was all Donan could answer, as he tried to keep his lips from pulling into a lustful grimace that was nothing less than pure pleasure. His erection had other ideas as it twitched and pulsed.
Now was the most difficult part as he tried to piss through his erection's pulsating lust. He finally managed it and he wouldn't believe it, were he not living it, but even the act of pissing with Analise’s wee hands trying to circle his shaft was carnal.
It took all of his willpower to leave his plan and not let Analise shake him off and do even more. As he wondered mightily if she would do more? Nay! He was lame and she was free. He’d not take advantage of her even though he knew he could. And she’d offered so freely. He had to make her understand. It was the only honorable thing to be doing.
At times he despised honor, yet it was a large part of who he was and had always been. This time his plan had gone astray, but the next time this morning she had to help him, it would be glaring back at her in a long line of things Analise would have to do to help him.
“Aye, lass, I can finish the rest,” he muttered, grasping his erection from Analise’s too eager hands. “You take the jug and empty it, and then bring back some water, using the hide pouch on my saddle.”
Chapter Seven
Analise was very happy, she'd been able to help Donan that morning with everything, until they came to his stallion. That was the helping Donan up on his stallion part to be exact, which she now viewed as impossible. Besides helping Donan relieve himself she'd helped him wash, comb his hair, and scrape the bristle from his face with only one nick.
They’d eaten some bread and cheese that he’d carried in his pack, and he'd even managed to nearly smile once or twice, chiseling his dark good looks to even further handsomeness, which made her sigh, while feeling those tingles again.
Only now ... now, it was all for naught because she was confused and twice as afraid to let Donan see how dim-witted she was.
Donan watched Analise twist her fingers together as if she was nervous, while she unconsciously hummed a hauntingly familiar tune. Despite his attempt to force her to accept the
Donan tried to clear his throat. To somehow get back on the path of his plan, which was leaping wildly astray once again. But of course the lusty male rising in him was too riveted to the feel of Analise’s soft hand holding his hardening shaft. How the hell was a man supposed to think?
A flush swept to Analise’s breasts, aching in the tips of her nipples, then down to her belly and lower, as she gazed at Donan’s cock. It was large and long, at first slack, yet when she'd bravely reached out to grasp it, it immediately began to grow in her hand. She gasped, feeling giddy and aroused. She began a downward slide with her hand, watching the velvety skin move to uncover the silken head. The thickening heat of the shaft throbbed on her palm.
“Are you sure you wanna do this, imp?” Donan asked, through his clenched teeth.
He'd never expected Analise to be so forthright as to lay her hands on his cock and he watched fascinated as her small hands circled his shaft. The moment she'd touched it, she moaned slightly and he could feel his erection throbbing as she brought the jug to the head and was barely able to push it inside the small opening.
Biting down harder on his teeth, he managed to suppress a groan as Analise, who looked flushed, quite seriously asked, “Am I doing it wrong, my lord?”
“Nay, sweet imp, you are doing it very well, exactly right and I’ll thank you kindly when I’m finished if you would shake it a bit for me.” Stroke it was what he was really thinking ... and praying for. Gone astray, was not the words for his collapsing plan.
“Whatever for?” Analise asked as her fingers caressed his shaft, causing him to tense.
“It’s a man’s act.” It was all Donan could answer, as he tried to keep his lips from pulling into a lustful grimace that was nothing less than pure pleasure. His erection had other ideas as it twitched and pulsed.
Now was the most difficult part as he tried to piss through his erection's pulsating lust. He finally managed it and he wouldn't believe it, were he not living it, but even the act of pissing with Analise’s wee hands trying to circle his shaft was carnal.
It took all of his willpower to leave his plan and not let Analise shake him off and do even more. As he wondered mightily if she would do more? Nay! He was lame and she was free. He’d not take advantage of her even though he knew he could. And she’d offered so freely. He had to make her understand. It was the only honorable thing to be doing.
At times he despised honor, yet it was a large part of who he was and had always been. This time his plan had gone astray, but the next time this morning she had to help him, it would be glaring back at her in a long line of things Analise would have to do to help him.
“Aye, lass, I can finish the rest,” he muttered, grasping his erection from Analise’s too eager hands. “You take the jug and empty it, and then bring back some water, using the hide pouch on my saddle.”
Chapter Seven
Analise was very happy, she'd been able to help Donan that morning with everything, until they came to his stallion. That was the helping Donan up on his stallion part to be exact, which she now viewed as impossible. Besides helping Donan relieve himself she'd helped him wash, comb his hair, and scrape the bristle from his face with only one nick.
They’d eaten some bread and cheese that he’d carried in his pack, and he'd even managed to nearly smile once or twice, chiseling his dark good looks to even further handsomeness, which made her sigh, while feeling those tingles again.
Only now ... now, it was all for naught because she was confused and twice as afraid to let Donan see how dim-witted she was.
Donan watched Analise twist her fingers together as if she was nervous, while she unconsciously hummed a hauntingly familiar tune. Despite his attempt to force her to accept the
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