moved lower and he lifted the tender flesh touncover the small lipped opening that was the most telling indicationof the Deiras descent from the ancient Naerethe seed channelmore commonly known as the sheath. He brushed his fingers against thesensitive flesh.Lassengasped. He tried to pull away but Rohyr held him fast. Oh Veres,what are you doing? he moaned as he perforce endured the teasingslide of Rohyrs fingers and the burgeoning bliss that came withit. Please-dont... I cantDontthink, Las-min,Rohyr murmured. Just feel.Theyoung sedyrcould do little more than obey. With every stroke, his pleasuremounted until he raised his hips in an unconscious effort to spurRohyr into slipping his fingers between the delicate folds of fleshthat guarded his sheath. Rohyr obliged and pressed a finger into themoist passage beyond. Lassen reared at the unfamiliar intrusion butRohyr continued to caress him, setting off the chain of bodilychanges that turned a Deir and rendered him the sheath to hispartners sword. Not that Rohyr planned to take him by genitalpenetration. Until Lassen reached his thirtieth year, breaching hisseed channel was strictly forbidden.Lassenwhimpered as his seed pouch contracted, receding upward and slightlyinward, and tightened into a small fleshy sphere to completelyuncover the glistening orifice behind it. When Rohyr lookedsearchingly at him, Lassen closed his eyes, unabletoendure the scrutiny. Thus, he did not see Rohyr reach for the oiland, though he sensed him as he shifted downward between his upraisedknees, he did not realize what Rohyr was about until he felt thegentle swipe of his tongue. He almost stopped breathing, shocked thatanyone should use his mouth on so private a part of his body.Nay,this isnt right! he blurted, reaching down in protest.Smirking,Rohyr briefly met his gaze. Who told you that? he archly askedbefore employing his tongue once more, ignoring the clutch ofLassens hands on his shoulders.Overcome,Lassen fell back with a lingering moan. Mithre had said that it wasnot unusual to employ ones mouth for the purpose of pleasuring apartner, but the more common manner of oral play was to suckle theshaft. The sheath was not as frequently stimulated in the same wayand, since Mithre could not imagine Rohyr agreeing to be serviced soand even less servicing anyone thusly, he had not gone into detailabout it.Inarticulatemutterings spilled from Lassen as sheer sensation superseded alllucid thought. And that was before that wicked tongue dipped into thevirginal channel. He cried out as he was pierced repeatedly. But whenhe reached down once again, it was to run his fingers through Rohyrsdark locks, unconsciously encouraging the sensual pillaging of hisgraces.Solost was he in pleasure that he did not notice the insertion of awell-lubricated finger up his backside until it slid in to theknuckle. By then it was too late. And too much. With a strangledkeen, Lassen came undone, caught in the throes of an orgasm thatseemed to go on forever until he thought he would swoon from thesheer intensity of it.Strugglingto corral his scattered wits afterward, he gulped in air while hismadly pounding heart strove to calm down. When his vision and reasoncleared somewhat, he realized that Rohyrs finger was still deepinside him. He squirmed a