The object, thick enough that Liliette could barely grasp it with one hand, pressed gently into her depths. Though Vlad had said it was made of ivory, it felt as if it had been transformed by some divine power, giving it an almost lifelike elasticity. Though softer than a real member, it retained a firmness that made it unmistakably foreign, unsettling in its cold, lifeless touch. As Liliette hesitated, gripped by an overwhelming sense of immorality, Vlad gently stroked her fingers, trying to reassure her.
“You were quite endearing, begging to have me inside you,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “If you truly don’t want this, we can stop.”
“It’s not that I don’t want it…” Liliette’s cheeks flushed a delicate pink. She lowered her head in embarrassment, her forehead brushed against his chest. She mumbled almost inaudibly, “If we do this first, it’ll stretch me out, and it won’t feel as tight when it’s your turn.”
