Chapter 77

The next morning, Isobel woke up and felt his bare hardened cock against her bared bottom and her body tightened, expecting to feel him pushing his way into her, but he didn't move and his breathing remained smooth and even. She realized he was still asleep, their night clothes rucked up in their sleep and remembered McTavish sometimes woke up in the morning with a cockstand. Even he did not always abuse her with it in the morning. Frang's arms were still around her. She gently removed his arms so she could turn without disturbing him. The room was still dim, the sun not yet risen, but the light of dawn not far away.

Looking at him, asleep like this, his face slack and youthful, he did not seem so threatening. She glanced down at his manhood, the skin so taut and tight looking, even that did not seem so threatening this morning. It's one little cyclopean eye stared up at her like a maimed doll. He stirred and turned over on his back. When he did so, it did not appear he was fully hard, as it lay against his stomach rather than up and away from his body. It seemed strange something so small could be an instrument of such pain and abuse.

"Would you like to touch it?"

Isobel started, and slid away from him, glancing up to see his eyes open and regarding her. He made no moves towards her, so she relaxed a little and stilled.

"Only at your own pace, Isobel, remember. You may touch it or not as is your wish."

"You will not force yourself upon me if I encourage you by touching it?"

"Nay, dear heart. Only as much or as little as you can abide. I'll not hurt you, nor go faster than you are willing. I'll not risk a lifetime of happiness for a few moments of stolen pleasure."

Encouraged by his calmness, she reached out with a tentative hand, brushing against it with her fingers and it leapt up, standing a hand's width from his body, and she snatched away at it's sudden motion. As she watched, it slowly relaxed against his belly once more.

Frang smiled at her. "It enjoys your touch."

"Does it hurt when it's like that?"

"It can. If it remains hard for a long time without relief, but it is not painful now."

"Do you always wake up with it like it is now." Her hand reached for it again. She touched it and this time she did not flinch as it moved.

"Frequently, before I take my morning piss."

"Do you need to use the chamber pot now?" Isobel asked.

"I'm good at present. Did you not speak of such things with McTavish?"

"Nay. If I spoke of sex, I could expect him to use me, horribly. I never asked him anything. I tried to avoid him as much as possible."

"So you don't know much about sex except it was painful and difficult."

"For me."

"You're still touching me."

Isobel looked down and she was touching Frang's cock. She pulled away, but noting his smile of encouragement and calm demeanor, she reached for it again. No longer startled by it's reaction when she touched it, she left her hand there even when it moved in her hand.

"It gets harder when I touch it," she said.

"I told you it enjoys your touch."

"Does it get harder yet?"

"Maybe a little, if you were to stroke it. Why don't you try? Grip it like you do your sword and stroke it."

"I know what happens next."

"Do you? Remember, this is our first time ever with anyone. We are fresh and untouched, just finding out about each other, about the differences between men and women." He smiled warmly at her.

Frang was so relaxed, lying there with his silly grin on his face, not demanding, nor grabbing or hurting her. Isobel wrapped her hand around it, her fingers just reaching around it. She softly tugged on it. His cock got a tiny bit stiffer and larger but he made no other motion. She pulled on it again and she heard a low moan escape his throat.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" Isobel asked.

"Nay, far from it. The sensation is exquisite. Your touch is so light and delicate. I'm enjoying it immensely."

She kept stroking him and a drop of clear fluid escaped from his cock hole.

"This doesn't look like a man's essence. What is it?"

"Touch it, spread it over the tip."

Isobel touched it, and it was slick. When she spread it around, his cock got slipperier. As she spread it another drop was released.

"God, in his infinite wisdom, did not want the act of procreation to be painful," Frang said. "Our bodies create fluids to help ease our coupling. Men have it and women also, to ease our entry into a woman's body. This is the agent for the male. It's like the difference in rubbing your hands together while dry or wet. When dry, our hands create warmth when rubbed together, because it does not slide easily. When wet, we create no such warmth. Our hands slide too easily."

"And you say women have this same fluid?"

"Not the same, but similar."

"I've never noticed a fluid like this. Maybe it's why sex was so painful to me. Perhaps I'm not like other women."

"Have you never noticed slickness when you've touched yourself?" Frang asked.

"Like a man?" Frang nodded. "I've only ever touched myself in the bath. I noticed no extra fluid, just the water. My mother said such acts are prohibited by God, so I try to avoid them, though it's hard to when I wash."

"I don't believe God would give us something he didn't want us to use. He would not want us to do such things to the exclusion of procreation, because it is the intent of our union, but if not for touching myself, I might not have survived the past few weeks."

"What do you mean, Frang?"

"Since you've been around, I find myself aroused frequently. You're beauty enchants me. Remember how I said remaining hard without relief would give me pain?"

"Yes."

"I would have been in pain very often if unable to seek relief. Rather than finding a willing partner to provide such relief, I would relieve myself much as you are now. In fact, I find what you're doing is so pleasurable, I will soon find the relief I would seek if I were alone now, because your body has tempted me so. I would enjoy it much more if you would continue doing as you are. Only one thing could make it better for me."

"You want to enter me?"

"Someday. Today, kisses such as you gave me last night would be all I need to make this more. I do not demand them, I ask if you would grant them."

"I will kiss you."

Isobel drew closer to him and changed hands on his cock. She leaned across the small distance separating their faces and touched her lips to his. His moaning was becoming more pronounced and she felt his hips thrusting slightly beneath her hand though he tried to remain still. Listening to his sounds of pleasure while her hand stroked him was giving her a sense of power she'd never before felt when with a man. It gave her a sense of control over him. It helped he was not grabbing, holding, forcing; merely lying there and letting her act on him. He groaned loudly and she felt his cock stiffen and it began pulsing in her hand. The first jet of his essence reached the middle of his chest, the second nearly as far and each succeeding pulsation reached less and less distant from his throbbing cock. His hands were gripping the sheets in his determination not to grab Isobel and rain a hundred panting kisses on her lips. A dozen times she felt his shaft pulse under her hand until only dribbles came out, the last few drops flushed from his body.

Frang panted hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His hands continued to clench the sheets, willing himself not to seize her.

"You enjoyed that, my husband?"

"Very much so, Isobel. It was wonderful. I feel I should return the favor."

"You wish to enter me now?"

"Would you want me to enter you now?"

"Nay, I'm not ready yet."

"I didn't think you were ready. What I had in mind was something different. Are you familiar with how women give pleasure to one another?"

"I am uncertain. I've wondered, especially after deciding I no longer wanted to be with a man again. I suppose there must be different things they do with one another. Use their hands or fingers, like I do on myself, but on each other. Why?"

"Women will occasionally use their tongues on one another; on their breasts or another woman's sex. Men can do it too. Are you familiar with this practice?"

"McTavish would make me suck his cock and lick and bite my breasts, but nothing but a cock was ever used on my sex."

"I don't want to put anything inside of you until you are ready to grant it, but if you would permit me to, I could use my tongue to pleasure you. Other than my lips and tongue, nothing else need touch you and you may hold my head to push me away if you do not like it. Would you be willing to try?"