will be gentle, but would it help if I were to insert the probe?”
She nodded hard. “Yes, please. I think…”
He squeezed her hands, still engulfed within his. “Keep very still for me then. Agreed?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “I will, sir.”
He released her hands and was gratified to see she made no attempt to lower her arms. He shifted around to sit by her feet and took the probe from the doctor.
“It needs to go right inside, as high into her vagina as it can reach. The better the contact with her cervix, the more effective the internal scan will be.”
Phahlen used one hand to part the soft lips of her pussy. He was as gentle as he knew how to be, opening her entrance just enough to insert the end of the probe again. The lubricant coating the instrument no doubt helped, but he was pleased to see some of Caria’s own moisture also gathering to ease the way even more.
He had been right to take over. His little human was already starting to respond to him, but not to any other male, even a doctor.
Phahlen used one finger to propel the probe into her tight little cunt. He was firm, pushing it higher until he felt the resistance as it connected with the end of her slick passage. He pressed harder, then looked up at Caria. Her face was a tight grimace, but she was coping.
“Can you feel this?” He pressed again.
“Yes, sir,” she affirmed.
“Is it hurting you?”
She shook her head.
Phahlen didn’t remove his finger from her pussy as he turned to the doctor. “You can activate the probe now and take your readings. Let’s see what sort of shape she’s in.”
He felt the pulsing waves rolling from the internal probe, and knew that Caria did too. The walls of her pussy contracted around both the instrument and his finger. She tensed up violently, and he wondered a little at that, given that she had come this far and he knew the procedure was not painful.
“Steady, Caria. We’ll soon be finished.” She managed a tight little nod, but her inner walls continued to squeeze hard.
The doctor was peering into his tablet. He frowned at Caria. “There appear to be some irregularities here, but it’s difficult to tell when she’s so tense.”
Phahlen remembered something he had read concerning human female sensuality. He laid his thumb over Caria’s clitoris, just peeking out from under the hood that covered it. He rubbed, a gentle motion from side to side, at the same time as he slid a second finger inside her. He pressed on the front wall of her pussy at the same time as he caressed her clit from the outside, and he watched the expression on her face shift. The taut grimace melted. Her lips parted, she let out a soft sigh. Internally, her muscles softened to accept the unfamiliar intrusion. Phahlen continued to stroke her, seeking that legendary G-spot he knew had to be just about—there.
Morele’s fingers danced over his tablet as he registered the results. The doctor’s expression suggested he was not entirely content with the data now streaming back to him.
“Problems?” Phahlen glanced over at the doctor.
“Perhaps. I’m seeing evidence of a hormonal imbalance, which would probably suggest a low ovulation rate.” He raised his eyes from the small hand-held screen to look over at Caria. “Have you experienced problems in conceiving?”
The girl gnawed on her lower lip, her fear now evident. She did not answer.
“Caria, the doctor asked you a question,” Phahlen prompted her, but his tone was stern. She knew her role here, or he’d thought she did.
Caria managed a small nod, her eyes still tight shut. He leaned over her, bringing his face close to hers.
“Open your eyes, girl. I need you to look at me.” He waited a few seconds, then slowly she raised her lids.
There was no mistaking the terror in her expression as she gazed back at him. He would need to discuss this with her, but now was not the time. “What sort of problems have you had, Caria?”
“It just… it
She nodded hard. “Yes, please. I think…”
He squeezed her hands, still engulfed within his. “Keep very still for me then. Agreed?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “I will, sir.”
He released her hands and was gratified to see she made no attempt to lower her arms. He shifted around to sit by her feet and took the probe from the doctor.
“It needs to go right inside, as high into her vagina as it can reach. The better the contact with her cervix, the more effective the internal scan will be.”
Phahlen used one hand to part the soft lips of her pussy. He was as gentle as he knew how to be, opening her entrance just enough to insert the end of the probe again. The lubricant coating the instrument no doubt helped, but he was pleased to see some of Caria’s own moisture also gathering to ease the way even more.
He had been right to take over. His little human was already starting to respond to him, but not to any other male, even a doctor.
Phahlen used one finger to propel the probe into her tight little cunt. He was firm, pushing it higher until he felt the resistance as it connected with the end of her slick passage. He pressed harder, then looked up at Caria. Her face was a tight grimace, but she was coping.
“Can you feel this?” He pressed again.
“Yes, sir,” she affirmed.
“Is it hurting you?”
She shook her head.
Phahlen didn’t remove his finger from her pussy as he turned to the doctor. “You can activate the probe now and take your readings. Let’s see what sort of shape she’s in.”
He felt the pulsing waves rolling from the internal probe, and knew that Caria did too. The walls of her pussy contracted around both the instrument and his finger. She tensed up violently, and he wondered a little at that, given that she had come this far and he knew the procedure was not painful.
“Steady, Caria. We’ll soon be finished.” She managed a tight little nod, but her inner walls continued to squeeze hard.
The doctor was peering into his tablet. He frowned at Caria. “There appear to be some irregularities here, but it’s difficult to tell when she’s so tense.”
Phahlen remembered something he had read concerning human female sensuality. He laid his thumb over Caria’s clitoris, just peeking out from under the hood that covered it. He rubbed, a gentle motion from side to side, at the same time as he slid a second finger inside her. He pressed on the front wall of her pussy at the same time as he caressed her clit from the outside, and he watched the expression on her face shift. The taut grimace melted. Her lips parted, she let out a soft sigh. Internally, her muscles softened to accept the unfamiliar intrusion. Phahlen continued to stroke her, seeking that legendary G-spot he knew had to be just about—there.
Morele’s fingers danced over his tablet as he registered the results. The doctor’s expression suggested he was not entirely content with the data now streaming back to him.
“Problems?” Phahlen glanced over at the doctor.
“Perhaps. I’m seeing evidence of a hormonal imbalance, which would probably suggest a low ovulation rate.” He raised his eyes from the small hand-held screen to look over at Caria. “Have you experienced problems in conceiving?”
The girl gnawed on her lower lip, her fear now evident. She did not answer.
“Caria, the doctor asked you a question,” Phahlen prompted her, but his tone was stern. She knew her role here, or he’d thought she did.
Caria managed a small nod, her eyes still tight shut. He leaned over her, bringing his face close to hers.
“Open your eyes, girl. I need you to look at me.” He waited a few seconds, then slowly she raised her lids.
There was no mistaking the terror in her expression as she gazed back at him. He would need to discuss this with her, but now was not the time. “What sort of problems have you had, Caria?”
“It just… it
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