Dalia couldn't believe what she just heard, "What fluid?"
Luke calmly told her, "Your body is overly sensitive, it craves breeding but naturally Lex isn't up to the game for the past few weeks, I suppose?"
Dalia growled, "None of your business." But in truth, the last time they tried was about half a year ago.
Luke further explained, "Since you couldn't breed recently, the fluid has been storing here," he gave her panty clad pussy a few light taps, making her flinch.
In a calm voice he added, "If I don't release it, your body would continue to feel heavy and pain would only grow."
Dalia bit her lower lip. The way he was talking, the facts he stated even without knowing anything about her personal life with her mate told her that Luke might be right about this.
She glanced over her shoulder and asked, "Can't I have your brother ask me to do this?"
Luke shrugged, "Of course, you can. But there is a lot trapped there which might take more than an hour." His fingers slowly slithered up her rosy petals, making her tremble as he whispered, "You think he would last that long?"
Dalia clicked her tongue. She wouldn't deny that her mate wouldn't stay with her on the bed for that long. Just like any other man he just gets done with mating as soon as he can.
Dalia looked over her shoulder and asked him, this time in a slightly frail voice, "Why are you willing to help me?"
Luke faintly smiled, "Well, I can't bear to not have you around the house anymore."
The lie tasted sweet on his tongue.
She lowered her head. Luke thought she might still be contemplating but then...she slowly parted her legs and murmured, "Don't talk about this with anyone...including Lex."
Luke grinned, 'Perfect,' He hooked two fingers beneath the thin cotton at each hip and tugged downward in one slow, deliberate motion.
She lifted her hips and allowed him to completely slide off the only fabric hiding her most intimate part.
Cool air kissed the suddenly bare folds of her sex and she sucked in a sharp breath.
Luke's cock gave a hard, involuntary twitch inside his trousers at the sight of her—soft, glistening, already swollen with reluctant arousal she clearly didn't understand.
He squeezed a generous amount of the faintly shimmering oil—purchased free from the System shop—onto his palm and warmed it between both hands.
"Lean back against me fully," he instructed. "Let your weight rest."
Dalia obeyed, though her spine stayed rigid for several long seconds. When she finally allowed herself to sink completely into his chest, the heavy, warm spill of her breasts settled over his forearms like an offering.
He started high—palms gliding in long, slippery strokes over the tender skin below her ribs, working downward in lazy spirals toward the place she'd indicated hurt. Every pass brought his fingertips closer to the bushy dark curls at the apex of her thighs.
Her breathing changed first—short, shallow sips of air that grew noisier the lower his hands traveled.
"Easy," he whispered against the shell of her ear. One thick finger parted her outer lips with excruciating patience, gliding through the warm, slippery heat he found waiting. "Just checking the tension… seeing how deep the stagnation runs."
He traced the length of her slit once, twice—never quite dipping inside, only teasing the swollen edges until her hips gave the smallest, most involuntary rock forward.
Dalia's head tipped back against his shoulder. A soft, confused sound escaped her—half whimper, half sigh.
Luke's left hand returned to her breast, cupping the full, oil-slick weight of it. He rolled the fat, dusky nipple between thumb and forefinger, tugging gently, then harder, matching the slow rhythm he'd begun below.
Her thighs trembled and began to part wider of their own accord.
"Good girl," he breathed, the praise slipping out before he could cage it.
A low, ragged moan tore from her throat as his middle finger finally sank inside—slow, deep, curling against the front wall the moment he felt her clench.
She suddenly held his moving wrist, her eyes trembling slightly as she asked, "Is...this...really the waymm-"she closed her mouth, her hips jerking as he began to move his fingers in curls.
He added a second finger on the next stroke, stretching her with deliberate care while his thumb found the hard little pearl at the top of her sex and began to circle.
Dalia's hands crept up to his forearms, nails digging in—not to stop him, but to anchor herself as her hips began to chase the pressure.
Her breath came in short, wet pants now. "W-what… what is this feeling…?"
"Release," Luke answered hoarsely, voice thick with the effort of keeping his own control. His cock throbbed painfully again, trapped and leaking against the rough fabric of his pants, smearing dampness across his thigh. "Your body's been holding too much… let it go."
He pumped his fingers faster—wet, obscene sounds filling the small room—while his other hand pinched and twisted her nipple in sharp little pulses.
Dalia's back bowed. Her thighs clamped around his wrist, trapping his hand against her pulsing cunt as the first hard ripple tore through her.
"Ah—!"
She came with a broken cry, inner walls fluttering and squeezing his fingers so tightly he nearly lost the rhythm. Slick heat gushed over his palm, dripping down the inside of her thighs and soaking the sheets beneath them.
Luke didn't stop.
He kept the slow, deep thrusts going through every aftershock, drawing out the pleasure until she was trembling, boneless, gasping against his neck.
Only when the last weak clench faded did he finally ease his fingers free, bringing them glistening to his mouth for one slow, deliberate lick.
'The fun is just beginning.'