Alistair didn’t speak.
That sohow made it worse.
Selene swallowed.
She could feel her pulse in her throat. This wasn’t fear—no, not entirely. It was sothing twisted, complicated. Anticipation mixed with dread. The kind that made her hyperaware of every breath, every inch of her skin.
Selene was a virgin—clueless when it ca to pleasing a man. That, perhaps, was exactly why Alistair found her amusing.
There was sothing dangerously tempting about innocence: the way she hesitated, the way her fingers trembled when she touched anything unfamiliar.
He wanted to see what those untouched hands would do when guided by curiosity rather than fear.
It would be her first ti trying to please soone.
And for Alistair, that was... refreshing.
Not another practiced seductress.
Not another predictable affair.
Not the usual gas of control and dominance he’d grown bored of lately.
Selene might be inexperience, however, the soul inside her was different.
"Co here," Alistair said, tapping his thigh.
Her breath hitched.
Slowly, she approached and perched on his lap, stiff as a statue. His presence was overwhelming—cold, powerful, intoxicating. She could feel his gaze burning into her skin.
"So," he murmured, one arm resting lazily behind her, "how do you plan to please ?"
Heat rushed to her cheeks.
Selene turned her face away, fingers clutching the fabric of his coat. "I... I will..."
Her voice trailed off.
She didn’t know what to say.
Didn’t know what to do.
Her mind went blank.
Alistair chuckled softly, low and dangerous. "Relax. I’m not going to bite."
"Y-you’re a vampire," she muttered.
"That was a joke," he said, face went cold.
"Oh." She swallowed hard, then gathered her courage. Slowly, awkwardly, she lifted her hands and rested them on his chest.
Her touch was hesitant. Unsure.
Alistair grabbed her wrist, and guided it downward. Her hand stopped between his slightly raised waist and her lower body. She felt sothing big and hard.
"Oh."
Selene’s lips parted in surprise. This was all new to her (not really).
Slowly, Alistair guided her hand to unzip his pants, exposing his erect penis.
"Rub it slowly."
"Uh, I..."
It was unimaginably thick. She hadn’t even realized it existed beneath his cloak. She couldn’t fully wrap her hand around it, and even after understanding what it was, she still felt unsure (not really).
Alistair frowned, sighed, and instructed, "Grip it tightly."
"Ummm..."
"Use all your strength. Like this."
Alistair lifted her chin and kissed her. Her hand began moving up and down.
As she did, she realized it was longer than her palm. She felt its velvet-like texture and the bulging veins. When the long shaft filled her hand, she noticed the sticky fluid dripping from the tip. Without realizing it, she licked her lips.
"It’s wet."
After a silent bout of just staring at her, Alistair made a gesture with his chin and said, "Get down on your knees."
As told, Selene got down on the floor. Alistair, who threw off his pants, shirt, and undergarnts, sat with his legs spread open.
From then, Selene saw his whole penis splayed in front of her eyes. His crimson pole, thicker than her wrist, had a blue vein bulging out as if full of anger, and the embarrassnt of facing that for the first ti in her life, added to the fact that she touched it a little while ago, made her head dizzy.
"Why are you just looking at it? Keep doing what you were doing."
Alistair let out a soft laugh after taking a shallow breath.
When Selene finally ca to her senses and reached out again, he caught her wrist firmly.
"It’s better with your lips."
Every ti his voice softened, a shiver traveled down to her toes.
"Put your lips on it. You have to suck it."
"You an... this?"
He didn’t wait for her answer. Alistair grabbed the back of her head and guided her closer to his cock.
"Yes."
He felt the warmth of her lips brush against the tip. Selene felt uneasy, yet she didn’t pull away. Slowly, she parted her lips, and Alistair tightened his grip, drawing her closer.
The sensation overwheld her as he pressed deeper than she thought possible.
"Mmmph."
Her throat tightened, a soft groan escaping as she struggled to adjust. It was thick enough to make her choke. Breathing shallowly, unsure of what to do, she heard him murmur,
"You have to suck it."
Selene managed to swallow so saliva.
In order not to sohow fall, she gripped his thigh and moved her tongue slowly, licking the shaft and the tip stabbing the roof of her mouth, and pressing hard as if it would shoot right down her throat.
Not really knowing what else to do, she clumsily scraped it with her teeth.
Alistair looked down and frowned at her. Frozen in surprise at her clumsiness, he placed his hand on her head softly and moved it in a wave motion.
"Be careful with your teeth."
"Mmm hmm. Mmmph."
He remained patient, almost gentle. Each ti he pressed a little deeper, she felt a strange new sensation. Her movents beca more confident, her tongue flicking more knowingly, drawing a low moan from him.
Every ti Alistair’ low moan fell overhead, Selene responded more enthusiastically.
With her tongue, she rubbed the tip against her lips, sucked the shaft up and down, swallowing it all the way down her throat.
Slurping and licking was her passionate way to win his affection. She wanted him. If he was the villain then all the more make him favor her.
She was satisfied now that Alistair had shown interest in her and even allowed her to suck her cock which never happened before.
He even kissed her of his own accord.
Soon, penetration wouldn’t be too far off.
Her lips were flushed and swollen. Alistair gently lifted her face, studying her expression. He hadn’t expected her to be so earnest, so attentive—and it pleased him.
Though she could be quite handy at tis and talked back at him, he found that he didn’t mind at all.
Occasionally, when her teeth brushed him by accident, a sharp thrill ran through his body.
Without hesitation, she took him deeper, drawing in a shaky breath. The warmth of her breath sent shivers up his spine, his body responding intensely.
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