Discussion with Princess Azariah (2) *

After a moment's hesitation, she extended her hand, her fingers brushing against me gently as she took hold of my dick, her touch tentative but growing firmer with each passing second.

I leaned back slightly, my gaze never leaving her as I exhaled slowly. "Let the Princess fulfill her duty then."

Azariah wrapped her fingers gingerly around my limp cock, her expression a mix of curiosity and awe, as if she was holding some kind of relic rather than a man's dick. It was like she had never seen one before, or at least never seen one up this close. Her eyes lingered on it, wide with surprise and wonder, as if she were trying to make sense of what she was seeing. Her breath hitched, her cheeks flushed a deeper red.

Was this her first time? Or was it the unfamiliar closeness that had her so captivated?