Lysanter took her hand.
“Can you put aside your misgivings for a few hours?
We have a beautiful day to spend in each other’s company.
I want so much to enjoy it with you.”
Lenora swallowed down the lump in her throat and nodded.
She let him lead her away to a circle of stages with different performers creating a cacophony of sight and sound.
The language still remained alien, but she found herself dazzled by the bright costumes, acrobatics, and special effects of light.
One stage had a clown-like Dornovonian recite a joke that made Lysanter laugh.
Seeing him happy made her want to be happy.
Eventually the tightness in her shoulders dissipated.
She screamed and laughed when a performer playfully threatened to spray her with water.
Lysanter bought her a creamy hot ball on a pastry stick.
It was sweet and gooey.
He took a bite right where she’d placed her own mouth.
Then he licked a bit of cream from his lip with a delighted smile.
Then they played idiotic games on the classy Dornovonian midway.
Where ever they went a crowd followed, but at a distance.
All the llamas gushed at their viceroy and his strange-looking new girlfriend.
Near dusk Lysanter brought her to a ride that looked suspiciously like a Ferris Wheel.
They sat close together as the seat lifted them high above the glittering city.
He placed his arm around her, and, without thinking, she let her head rest on his shoulder.
They met Hester and Vivian by the exit after this.
The shameless girl had Hester carrying some of the bags of things she’d bought in the festival marketplace.
She had a manic grin.
“Looks like you guys had fun,” Vivian said.
Lenora realized Lysanter’s arm was still around her.
It felt so natural she hadn’t been aware.
She gave Vivian a grudging smile.
“Yes.
I had fun.”
“I’m happy to hear that,” Lysanter said.
It was dark when they returned home.
Hester parted from them on the first floor to go to his own dwelling.
Vivian yawned and ran up the stairs to her room.
Lenora moved slower since Lysanter’s arm was still around her.
“Are you tired?” he said.
“I’m exhilarated, but I’m sure the tiredness will hit me when I get into bed.”
He separated from her in the open lobby area at the top of the stairs.
“Would you come to my room for a moment before turning in?
I’d like to show you something.”
He asked this with his back to her.
Lenora became dubious.
“Show me what?”
Lysanter hesitated.
He still refused to look at her.
“My…manhood.”
Heat stung her face.
“Oh.”
Her heart rate sped up.
The poor man seemed hideously embarrassed.
She could have declined him and explained the Russian woman had already quelled her fears.
But then…she was curious.
“You’re just going to show it to me?
Nothing else?”
Now Lysanter turned to her.
“I swear I won’t touch you.
I’ll stand on one side of the bed and you can remain on the other.
I’ll fold my hands behind my back.
It’s…it’s just to reassure you, Lenora.
I’m not trying to be obscene.”
She nodded.
“No, I understand.
I appreciate it.”
Lysanter’s room was through the largest door across the lobby.
He had massive quarters with a fountain in the middle and tastefully laid out furniture.
He led her to the bed in a circular alcove.
Lenora went to one side and he went to the other.
He began to take off the adornments on his shoulders.
“It seems less obscene to strip in full, rather than to just—expose that one part.”
Lenora shrugged like it didn’t matter to her.
Her heart went even faster at the thought of seeing him naked.
She’d noticed the well-chiseled body beneath his tight woven uniform a few times.
This, along with his handsome face, was something she pretended not to notice.
She knew she’d been assigned one of the most handsome grooms.
Lysanter’s muscular chest with sensual perked nipples and tightly packed abdominal muscles was revealed.
She tried not to stare, but such a view required more than just a cursory glance.
His arms looked strong.
That appealed to her on some deep subconscious level.
Lysanter looked like he could hold her and protect her from any of the dangers she perceived.
Part of her longed to be held in those arms.
He tucked his thumbs into the top of his pants.
“I’m going to expose myself now, Lenora.”
She nodded.
After a moment’s hesitation he did just that.
She got a fast glimpse of the organ before he blocked it by bending over to remove his pants and boots in full.
Then he stood and she was able to see it.
Her eyes widened.
The thing hung so long it was partially hidden by the bed he stood behind.
It was thick, also—thicker than her wrist.
And this is when he was flaccid?
Horror struck like a hot slap to her face.
She turned away.
“Oh my God.”
“Lenora?”
“This was supposed to squash my fears?
You’re gigantic.
You would tear me to bits.”
Lysanter became aghast.
“You…you truly think this?”
“Yes.
If it stayed the way it is now that would be fine.
That’s huge, but not impossible.
But you’re just flaccid.
Once you get hard…”
“I don’t know what you mean by flaccid.
There’s only one state for Dak-Hiliah men.
This is it.”
Her brow furrowed.
He was hard now?
It looked loose and floppy.
How could he penetrate her?
She leaned an arm onto the bed.
“Can I touch it?”
Lysanter grimaced.
“Yes.”
He picked up the end so that it rested on the bed.
She crept over to him.
It was making a soft curve where part of it was on the bed.
Lenora felt sure he was flaccid.
She met his eyes briefly, and then touched his shaft with a finger.
The warm flesh felt spongy.
“Would you just be honest?” she said.
“You’re flaccid.
There’s no way you could penetrate me like this.
The real thing I’m going to have to deal with is probably twice this size.”
He groaned.
“Lenora, I wouldn’t lie to you.
I don’t know anything about organs that grow or shrink.
That’s not how Dak-Hiliah members work.”
“How would you ever get something this soft inside me?”
He groaned again.
Lenora realized his face was blazoning crimson.
His cock suddenly lifted off the bed.
She jolted back.
It rose out straight and stiff before him.
Lenora’s eyes widened (and sparkled).
“It’s prehensile?”
“Yes.”
He moved it up and down, side to side.
He made it take an S curve and then coil like a screw.
“Wow!”
She grabbed it with both hands.
This was even better than the shows at the festival.
“Gah!”
She squeezed up and down its length thoroughly with both hands.
It had turned to a stiff muscle.
“Lenora—!”
She was too mesmerized to register his distress.
“You’re right.
This wouldn’t be so bad.
It’s…amazing.”
She pressed her finger over the length of his slit.
“Ahh!”
Lysanter broke free and fell down behind the bed.
Lenora gasped.
“I’m sorry!”
What the
Hell
was she thinking?
He’d gone to such a great length to reassure her and she’d acted like an idiotic child.
“Leave.”
His voice was strained.
“Lysanter—I’m sorry.”
“Just leave!”
Tears welled up behind her eyes.
She couldn’t force herself to go.
“Are you in pain?”
He gave a constricted grunt.
“Painfully…aroused.”
Her face crumbled.
This was the last thing she’d wanted.
She’d gotten him worked up carelessly—without any regard to him.
She couldn’t leave him like this.
If he was suffering due to arousal then sex would make it right.
It wouldn’t be any great trial for her to allow it to happen.
She was attracted to him, and he’d proven himself honorable.
It was all too easy for her to become resolute.
“I’m not leaving, Lysanter.”
His hand thudded onto the bed.
He lifted himself enough for his auburn eyes to glare at her.
“You can touch me.”
Now his eyes bulged, but he didn’t come near her.
Lenora took down the sleeves of her dress, exposing her breasts, and then pulled it the rest of the way off.
She’d worn nothing beneath it, since the only undergarments available to her would have made the fabric bunch.
She kept her eyes locked with his.
He looked over her with his eyes still wide.
“You’re…giving yourself to me?”
She nodded.
“Are you certain?”
She beckoned him to her with a hand.
“Come on.”
Lysanter stood.
She could see he was trembling.
He dimmed the light behind him and then crept onto the bed.
With a slow, hesitant crawl he climbed above her.
His hand smoothed her hair.
His face was still questioning her, as if giving her a chance to push him away.
She swallowed.
He was much larger than her, but rather than trepidation she felt a warmth inside.
He was being careful, despite his discomfort.
She truly felt that she could trust him.
“Do…Dak-Hiliah kiss?”
His lips quivered.
“I’ve been…dying to kiss you, Lenora.”
Lysanter enclosed his mouth over hers to make a moist warm seal.
He pulled back while still trembling.
She could see him battling for restraint.
Lenora leaned up and rejoined their lips.
Then his hands closed tightly around her.
His body pressed against hers and he crushed her mouth beneath his own.
He cradled her with both strong arms while ravishing her lips.
His passion had her stomach clenching.
He was powerful and yet still careful not to harm her.
Lysanter touched his tongue to hers.
The connection of their mouths grew even deeper, and now the heat within her grew sensual.
Lysanter’s every movement was calculated, but strained.
He forced his hands to be gentle while caressing the soft flesh of her throat.
His cock connected timidly against her stomach.
Lenora opened her eyes, but then she let herself succumb once again to his mouth.
The hot organ glanced over her belly, tickling her and making her flinch.
Then it moved lower, to stroke her delicate inner thighs.
It came near enough to her sex to brush her pubic hair.
Lysanter kept joining their mouths while testing her neither region.
She had her legs parted and forced herself not to jolt.
The play was exotic, but bizarrely tantalizing.
Soon her toes were curling and she tipped her pelvis toward the organ.
It nudged the outer hood of her sex.
Lenora’s breath caught.