If Lancel were asked whether he had expected this, he would be lying if he said no.
The tension had simred long enough that so part of him had seen the shape of this mont coming.
Still, the sheer simplicity of her small hand rely wrapped around his cock without any real movent felt absurd in its lack of progress.
"Because it lacks stimulation," he said.
i looked up at him with her fingers still curled around the base.
"Then teach .
Lancel let out a slow breath through his nose. He moved his hips just enough to nudge himself closer into her grip and feel the sensation of blood beginning to flow.
If this was going to happen anyway, he might as well enjoy it.
The mory of that incident with Ishtar was still in the back of his mind. She had left him aching and unsatisfied, needing to finish himself off the mont he returned ho.
"Start with lube first. It needs to be slick, or it’ll hurt. Friction without anything to ease it is no good."
i blinked once, processing the instruction before frowning.
"Is water enough?" she asked, already considering forming a spell.
Lancel shook his head. "No. If you want this to be quick, there needs to be... so level of arousal."
"Arousal?"
Lancel exhaled, clearly reluctant.
"...Use your spit."
"...."
i’s frown deepened as if he had just suggested sothing completely unreasonable.
"Water dries out too fast and makes it worse," Lancel said, correcting himself as he tried to keep the explanation practical. "If you use your spit, it’ll at least make things... smoother."
And if she was going to use him, then he might as well make use of her ignorance as well.
There was no point letting this situation remain one-sided.
At the very least, he could try to gain sothing from it. i, for all her behavior, did not seem like the type to snitch.
Wasn’t his initial impression of her the quiet type to begin with?
"...Alright, then."
i leaned forward without further question, parting her lips and letting a slow thread of saliva drip from her tongue onto her open palm.
The clear liquid pooled there before she brought her hand back down, spreading it carefully over his shaft, coating him from base to tip.
"Ah..."
Lancel groaned at the obscenity of everything. The feeling of his cock being wrapped in a glossy warmth made his cock swell harder almost at once.
i watched the reaction closely, repeating the motion a few more tis to make sure he was thoroughly coated as saliva glistened along the shaft.
"Better?" she asked.
"Yeah. Now you can start slow. Wrap your whole hand around it properly. Get a sense of how thick it is before you move."
i adjusted her hands, encircling him until her thumb brushed the underside and her palm pressed warm against the shaft.
She squeezed once, then a little harder, testing the give of flesh.
The pressure was too much at the base and almost nothing higher up, but it still sent a slow pulse of heat through him and gradually coaxed him to grow thicker in her grasp.
"Now slide up slowly all the way to the head. When you reach the top, use your thumb to rub over the tip to spread the lube evenly."
"Okay."
i followed at once. Her palm dragged along the length until her fingers bumped against the swollen ridge.
There, she hesitated for a mont before pressing her thumb awkwardly against the head instead of circling.
The pressure was clumsy, and Lancel groaned through his teeth.
"Ah! Not that hard," he said. "Gentler on the tip. Just circle it lightly. Like you’re wiping sothing off but softer."
i’s cheeks flushed a faint pink. She eased the pressure at once and rolled her thumb in small, tentative circles.
"There’s sothing sticky coming out..."
"That’s precum," Lancel said. "It’s a fluid released by glands before full ejaculation."
"Pre... cum?"
Her cheeks seed to flush even redder.
"It’s produced by the Cowper’s glands," Lancel explained. "Its main purpose is to lubricate the urethra and neutralize any acidity left from urine. That way, it prepares the passage for sperm to travel more safely."
"...So it is a preparatory function."
"Sowhat."
i nodded at his words.
A bead of precum welled, and she sared it downward with her next stroke, though her grip stayed too loose in places and the glide felt choppy rather than smooth.
"Is this good?" she asked.
Her hands teased more than they satisfied, keeping him hard and aching without pushing him closer to release.
"You’re getting there. Tighten your fingers more on the downstroke. Really wrap around the whole thing, so I feel the pressure all the way down. Then loosen just a fraction when you pull back up. Keep that little twist at the head. And don’t be afraid to squeeze harder around the base. It makes everything throb more."
"O-Okay..."
i adjusted imdiately. Her small hand closed on the next downward pull. Her fingers encircled him completely until the pressure felt deliciously tight at the root.
She held it there for a second before sliding upward again, loosening only enough to let the slick skin glide without friction while her wrist gave that gentle turn he had taught her.
The combination hit perfectly this ti.
"Ah...!"
The tight grip at the base sent a fresh pulse of blood surging through his cock. The twist at the crown dragged her thumb and fingers right over the most sensitive ridge.
A groan escaped his lips before he could stop it. The sound seed to encourage her.
i repeated the motion with growing confidence. Each pass grew wetter and louder as more precum leaked from the slit.
She sared every fresh bead downward, coating his entire length until slick sounds filled the room with every pump.
"That’s enough. That’s enough... It’s erect now."
i pulled her hand back slowly. Her fingers glistened with the slick mixture of saliva and precum that coated them.
She sat back and observed the result of her efforts with fascination.
Indeed, the cock that had lain soft and unassuming against his stomach only minutes earlier now stood fully erect.
What had started as a small soft thing in her palm had transford into sothing long enough that it reached well past her wrist when she had held it at the base, thick enough that her fingers had barely t around the girth even when she squeezed hardest.
i tilted her head slightly, surprise evident in her expression. She had not expected such dramatic growth.
The transformation seed almost improbable now that she saw it clearly in its final state.
How could sothing so modest swell and harden into this heavy throbbing column?
A faint flush crept up her neck at the sight, though her expression remained calm and observant rather than flustered.
"What’s the next step?"
"The part you’ve been waiting for."
"...."
i swallowed her saliva, realizing what was about to happen.
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