Capítulo 7: Give her oral

Linden drifted into a light slumber, only to awaken to the sight of Seraphina deeply engrossed in her architectural designs. Noting that mealtime was approaching, he instinctively extended his tongue, gently caressing the exposed skin of her back with a tenderness that startled her.

Oblivious to her initial reaction, Linden meticulously lavished attention on her calves and back, drawing her close before realizing she was not his little sister.

Fortunately, his touch was dry, sparing Seraphina the discomfort of being doused in saliva, which would surely have irked her.

Quickly reverting to his human form and dressing, Linden moved to prepare their meal. Seraphina, touching the spots he had licked, found them devoid of any residue or odd scent.

She then proceeded to pull out the bed again, resuming her game with a renewed focus.

Yet, the skin he had kissed burned slightly warmer, stirring an unexplained restlessness within Seraphina.

She shut off the gaming console, stepping out into her bedroom that opened onto a corridor.

To her right was a vast floor-to-ceiling window, the fitness and swimming room lay ahead, and to her left, the living room and kitchen where Linden, now donned in a loosely buttoned silk white shirt that hung off his shoulders, revealing the red collar and hinting at his well-defined chest muscles, was cooking.

The sight was unexpectedly sensual.

As an adult woman who had resorted to mechanical means for physical satisfaction in an era that seemed pitifully devoid of intimacy, purchasing Linden had primarily been for companionship and physical closeness.

Initially devoid of deeper feelings, Seraphina now found her perspective shifting.

Seraphina approached Linden from behind, wrapping her arms around his waist. Her actions, subtly influenced by her ethnicity's millennia-old tradition of restraint, amounted to a coy hint of desire as she traced her fingers across his abs. Having spent most of her schooling in an all-girls' environment, and only encountering men her age in university, Seraphina had once doubted her interest in the opposite sex, pondering if a female partner might suit her better.

Yet, her physical attraction to men remained undeniable.

Linden, now accustomed to her touches over the days, had never experienced such intimacy with a female before, let alone decipher the traditional, nuanced flirtations.

Assuming her intent was purely tactile, he obligingly loosened his clothing to facilitate her exploration. Seraphina, overcoming a moment's hesitation born not of shyness but of resolve, ventured beneath his waistband to grasp him through his underwear. Linden's tail bristled at her touch, whispering, "Let's eat first," in a tone that mingled surprise with restraint.

Seraphina, momentarily pouting in mock dissatisfaction, withdrew her hand, washing it thoroughly before returning to her meal.

She barely touched the sweet soup before pushing the food away, watching as Linden eagerly consolidated the leftovers into his bowl, devouring them with gusto.

"Are you full?" she inquired, her question laced with a mix of curiosity and concern.

His response, a vigorous nod while his head was almost buried in the bowl, slowed as he absorbed her words.

"You can prepare enough food to satisfy your hunger in the future. I don't always eat the same amount," she advised, a gentle suggestion aimed at his well-being.

Linden looked up at her gratefully, nodding again. In truth, he always ate to about eighty percent fullness, a practice that kept him both healthy and content in his new life with Seraphina.

Seraphina was never one for idle chatter, and having purchased Linden, who resembled a grown, taciturn gourd, conversations between them were scarce.

With a distinct lack of enthusiasm, she propped her head with one hand while casually draping a leg over his thigh, her foot occasionally nudging the object between his legs.

Linden, reacting instinctively, grasped her ankle. The cool touch of her skin was a refreshing contrast in the room's relative warmth, spreading comfort from the palm of his hand.

Meeting Seraphina's slightly furrowed brow, he sheepishly returned her foot to the crook of his leg.

He was, in truth, already half-aroused, his primary concern being the imminent arrival of his mating season. The prospect of continuous lovemaking was not an issue for him, but he feared the human body might not withstand it, especially given the potential for loss of control.

During mating season, the aggressiveness of his wolf kind could increase. If Seraphina were to get hurt, would the protective robots execute him on the spot? This thought dampened his arousal, making the meal before him lose its appeal.

Restlessly finishing his food, he watched as tiny robots emerged to clear the table of leftovers and whisk the dishes away for cleaning and sterilization. Silence prevailed, save for the swishing sound of Linden's tail sweeping the ground.

"Do you want to do it?" Seraphina asked, devoid of any annoyance.

Linden opened his mouth, unsure of how to respond. Before he could formulate an explanation, she had already stormed into her room, slamming the door with force behind her.

Linden realized his little master was upset, prompting him to stand and head towards the bathroom for a thorough cleaning. He brushed each tooth meticulously, examining his sharp canines in the mirror before cautiously filing them down, though they were too hard to be significantly dulled.

Among the few of his kind who had served human females, some were essentially male escorts who emphasized the importance of being gentle and proactive, ensuring not to inflict any pain—while some women might find pleasure in pain, indifference or an uninterested demeanor was universally discouraged. He took these lessons to heart, despite his brief learning period before being dispatched from the underground fighting ring by its manager.

Upon entering her room, Linden found Seraphina just out of the bath, her hair drying quickly under the invisible warmth of the heater. She was dressed in a black lace-up nightgown, its sheer lace revealing glimpses of her thighs.

Culturally unenlightened, he inwardly marveled at how perky and firm her backside appeared.

Reminding himself to be gentle and take the initiative, he lifted her from the chair.

Seraphina, lost in thought until his embrace snapped her back to reality, instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. Placing her on the bed, he noticed her nightgown was but a thin veil, tied below her breasts with a bow, leaving little to the imagination beneath the parted fabric.

As Seraphina relaxed, she lay back, spreading her legs and positioning them over his back, easily slipping off his shirt to reveal his muscular shoulders and back. Linden's lips tenderly traced the inner softness of her thighs, moving to her buttocks before returning to the main act—gently enveloping the delicate flesh between her legs with his mouth.

She smelled of roses, her skin silky under his lips. His tongue ventured cautiously, drawing out sticky droplets in a slow, upward motion, eliciting shivers from her.

This experience was infinitely more satisfying than any mechanical device could offer.

For the first time, Seraphina felt utterly justified in her purchase of Linden, recalling how he had once practiced with a papaya, licking its seeds before devouring the fruit in a few bites. She couldn't help but giggle at the memory.

Linden, hearing her laughter, looked up in confusion, a touch of innocence in his gaze.

Seraphina's nightgown had slipped, precariously resting on the tips of her breasts, her cheeks flushed with amusement and eyes twinkling with allure, as enchanting as a playful snow wolf.

Noticing his pause, Seraphina ceased her laughter, wrapping her legs around his neck to urge him on with a whisper of "More."

Linden, unsure of her satisfaction or the reason behind her laughter, resumed his diligent efforts, applying all his learned techniques to the delicate task at hand.

His tongue teased and probed, and when depth was lacking, he cautiously used his fingers, seeking to heighten her pleasure until she nearly climaxed.

However, the inadvertent prick of his nail led her to swiftly halt him, citing the discomfort.

Heeding her feedback, Linden switched to using the pads of his fingers, gently massaging her, enveloping her climax with tender care as she convulsed in the throes of orgasm.

Taking a deep breath, the intensity of the moment faded, leaving Seraphina in a serene state, akin to a sage's calm.

Linden tenderly kissed her cheek, respecting her boundaries, especially regarding kisses on the lips, as she even seemed to disdain her own bodily fluids.

Understanding her wishes, Linden withdrew to the bathroom to rinse his mouth and take care of his own arousal.

Returning, he found her clad once again in the black nightgown that had previously ensnared his senses, now devoid of its earlier allure. She coldly patted the bed beside her.

Swallowing his nervousness, Linden obediently sat cross-legged next to her.

Seraphina, seemingly out of nowhere, produced a pair of scissors, her expression unreadable as she commanded, "Give me your hand."

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