A Servant of Arubhár 05

The sensation caused him to pull back again and, this time, he managed to break free. With another grunt, he turned away, the ridges behind his crown quickly retreating. His cock, as well, swung back and forth between his legs as he returned to his table, weighed down by the still flowering head.

"And that's about all the stimulation I can handle." Anári turned to Maive as the whore rose, worked her way to her next customer.

Maive's eyes sparkled with humor. "I told you, this place is always good to heighten one's arousal."

"Or drive one to frustrated madness." Blowing out a breath, Anári finished her drink.

"Don't worry." The wink Maive sent her was full of wicked delight. "I've a feeling you won't stay frustrated for long. And if you ever have any questions, you know whom to ask."

"I've more questions than anyone has time to answer," Anári grumbled. Then pursed her lips. "There is one thing I've noticed, though, that I meant to ask you about. Why do the women, and the bulls, only grab the sheath in the beginning?"

Maive sipped down the rest of her wine. "That's simple to explain. Trolls need to reach a certain level of arousal before their cocks stop being too sensitive for stimulation. Unless they're hard enough to no longer retract into their sheaths, there's not enough . . . cushion, sort of speak, around the nerves to make any sort of touch pleasurable."

"Hmm. Interesting. And good to know. I'll keep that in mind."

"They won't get angry if you do touch them before," Maive assured her. "They simply get all twitchy." Her clear laugh rang out as she fluttered her hands jerkily. "But it is not advisable to press the matter either."

Laughing herself, Anári decided she was glad she'd met Maive. The woman was a kind spirit, and a well of information, with a great sense of humor.

"But if you've had enough for the night, I'll see you back to the inn." Setting her empty glass aside, Maive signaled to their waitress. "And then I'll go and provide my body with its own, much needed release."

Wondering how in the world Maive could possibly be ready for another rut after all she'd already done that evening, Anári rose.

Then took a deep breath, braced herself for the hazardous trek back to the door.