I lift my head and arch my chest as every bit of my focus shifts from my bottom to the place he’s stroking.
“She’s soaked,” Julan states.
“Interesting.”
“A lot more than Venkorian females. I don’t recall them getting quite this wet when they engage in coitus.” His statement is so odd, I can’t process what he means.
Yamal chuckles. “When was the last time you had sex with a partner?”
Julan shrugs. “Can’t remember. Probably twenty or thirty years ago.”
I’m so confused. Why would he go that long without having sex if there are women available?
I moan when Julan drags his fingers through my folds and then holds them up. “See?”
“Wow. You’re right. That is a lot,” Yamal comments.
They’re talking about my private parts like I’m not even in the room. I’m so humiliated. Maybe something is wrong with me. I have no idea how wet humans get when they have sex. I’ve never had sex. My education on that subject is limited.
I’m aware how humans made babies before the end of Earth. When there were still men, they put their penis inside a woman and emptied their seed into her womb to get her pregnant. It’sknowledge I have learned from books. Until today, I’ve never seen a male of any type.
Why does Julan seem to know so little about Venkorian women?
Yamal continues, “I don’t get called to provide medical care for women, so it’s been a long time since I examined one, but when they procreate, they masturbate themselves, rubbing their pussies until they find pleasure before releasing their semen from a pouch next to their uterus. It is possible they get that wet.”
“When was the last timeyouhad sex with a woman?” Julan asks, his voice teasing.
Yamal chuckles. “Touché.”
The words are jumbled nonsense. I’m no longer sniffling, though. I’m panting because Julan is once again touching me.
He keeps stroking inside my bottom, an experience that should be mortifying. It is. Definitely, it is. Except he’s rubbing my vulva with one finger on his other hand. Stimulating me. It tingles. It feels so good.
I start rocking against him, a strange sound coming out of me.
Yamal eases his firm grip, letting me rub myself on Daddy’s fingers.
“She’s purring,” Daddy murmurs. “It’s…”
My vision blurs.
He applies more pressure. Suddenly, his finger touches some other part of me. Fireworks go off, and I cry out. My body stiffens as waves of pleasure consume me. When it’s over, I’m gasping for air. My body trembles.
Daddy removes his fingers from my bottom and my vulva.
“Heavens,” Yamal declares. “You brought her to orgasm.”
“I guess I did.” Julan sounds smug, awed. “My cock is hard, too,” he adds.
Yamal’s breath hitches. “Did you say you could scent her?”
“Yes. You can’t?”
“No. I think it’s the injection. Roll her over so I can examine her pussy.”
Somehow, I’m heavier than I was before. My body is limp and lethargic. I’m smiling. I don’t want to. It’s not rational. I should be mad. But I can’t help it. I feel euphoric. I’ve never felt so blissful in my life.
Julan eases me onto my back. He’s smiling, too. I’ve pleased him. He meets my gaze for a moment before guiding my knees up and out, exposing my private parts. He holds me down while the doctor leans in closer, inspecting me.
