a Pleasure Rites, #1 by Ines Johnson (reader novel .TXT) 📕

"I'm not going anywhere," he soothed. His hands reached down for the yellow sash. With one tug his robes opened and fell to the ground.

Chanyn gaped at the display of muscle, sinew, and manhood before her eyes. Jian stood still and allowed her to look her fill. He was simply magnificent, but—

"You don't have any hair... down there."

"No," he smiled. "We learned that women do not like hair in certain places."

The bed dipped as he sat down once more.

Perhaps it was the light massage that he'd just given her, but Chanyn felt emboldened. "May I touch you?"

It was becoming a pattern that the men of this city all looked at her with raised eyebrows whenever she said something out of the ordinary.

Jian looked truly befuddled. "Whatever for?"

"Well... shouldn't I learn a man's body? I'm about to be mated with two of them." A concept Chanyn still hadn't worked out in her mind, but a fact nonetheless. "I've never touched a... penis."

Jian thought about this for a second. Finally, he lay back against the pillows and folded his hands behind his head. He nodded to Chanyn.

Chanyn scooted down the bed. Now that she sat before the appendage, she wasn't quite sure she would go ahead with it. But she wasn't a coward. So, she took him lightly in her hands. For all his peace and serenity, Jian let out a small gasp. Chanyn looked back up at him. The monk gulped down air and nodded for her to continue.

He was thick in her hands and long. She could not cover his length using both of her hands stacked.

The next thing she noticed, "It's softer than I expected."

It was also dry. She'd read often about the dollop of precum that would appear like a tear drop at the head of an aroused penis. Jian was definitely aroused, but dry as a bone. Chanyn was about to ask why when she noticed a purple ring at the base of his penis.

"What is that?"

"A contraceptive. It prevents pregnancy," Jian answered.

Chanyn hadn't even thought about contraception. In her novels, men often donned something called a French Letter, or condom, to protect from both disease and pregnancy.

As though reading her thoughts, Jian said, "Lord Dain has my medical documents. I carry no diseases."

Chanyn nodded. She went back to her ministrations.

She rubbed the head of his penis. Jian sucked in a shuddery breath. Chanyn looked up and smiled at him, pleased that she was having an effect. He released the breath on a sigh but said nothing.

She added the other hand and began a tentative massage. After a moment, Jian closed his eyes. She could see small shudders happening in his abdomen. She could hear his small intakes of breaths.

The sight of Khial bobbing up and down in Dain's lap, and Dain's eyes rolling back in ecstasy, came to mind. Chanyn dipped her head and gave Jian's penis a tentative lick.

The monk bolted up. Eyes wide, chest heaving.

Chanyn released him immediately. "What did I do wrong?"

It took Jian a full moment to find his voice. Finally, he shook his head, not meeting her eyes. "Women do not do that," he said.

"Why not?"

Jian’s mouth worked but words didn't come out.

"I saw Dain and Khial doing it. Dain appeared to like it very much. If you're to train me, I want to learn how to do it well so that I can please him, too."

Jian shook his head from side to side, utterly flummoxed. "The pleasure of a man is not a woman's responsibility."

Chanyn's face fell. "You didn't like it."

"I... I..." Jian ran a hand over his bald head. "It's simply not done... by women."

"I think I'm safe in saying I'm not like the other women in this city. I'm about to enter the bond of two men who clearly love each other. I need to bring something to the table. You are tasked with finding my triggers. I already know one of theirs. Let me practice?"

Jian continued to gape at her.

Chanyn decided to take the matter into her own hands, literally, and grasped his penis once more. When he started to protest she was ready for him. "This pleases me."

The monk didn't stop her, but neither did he relax.

Chanyn leaned down and put her mouth on him once more. With one fluid movement, her lips reached nearly to the base of his penis and felt the cold of the contraceptive ring. She swirled her tongue around. Jian let out an explosive bit of air and his upper body fell back down onto the mattress. Chanyn continued her ministrations. He felt pleasant in her mouth. The rhythmic motions she achieved echoed the pulsing at her core, which ached to be filled with the same motions.

Above her, Chanyn felt Jian trembling. She remembered it hadn't taken Dain long to climax. What was she doing wrong?

She released Jian from her mouth with a pop and asked the question.

His eyes were glazed, his mouth askew. "Can't... Ring..."

Chanyn looked down at the purple ring clasped at the base of Jian's penis. She spied the release, and with his penis still in hand, she pressed it.

"Wait," shouted Jian.

The ring released and so did Jian.

"Oh, Goddess!" His body jerked as he came, and came, and came. Ribbons of his seed spread across his belly. Chanyn watched in fascination, as it seemed to go on and on forever. Finally, Jian's body collapsed back on the bed.

Chanyn felt very pleased with herself.

And then there was loud banging on her door.

Jian sat up right. "Oh, no. No, no, no, no."

The door opened. Khial stood on the other side, scowl in place. He spied the two of them on the bed. His clever eyes took in the scene and a slow smile spread across his face.

Jian dashed off the bed and grabbed his robes. He began putting them on hastily.

"Lord Dain would like a word," Khial said to Jian.

Jian nodded at Khial. Then he turned to Chanyn. Without looking her in the eye, Jian bowed