A terrible tenderness came over James as he felt Amaka drift off to sleep. She lay cradled in his arms, so perfectly trusting, snuggling closer as her...breathing grew soft. Did any man deserve this trust; did he; could he earn it? He never wanted her to leave his side. As James drowsily held the now sleeping woman, he realized that not only had he and Amaka never made love before, they had never slept together. "Sleep together." It was much so much more than a euphemism for having sex. It was a. Cautiously, he looked between Ardt and Elva.“Yeah, boy,” Ardt replied. “You’ll learn to be a smith. I’ll teach you. I’ll teach you to be a truly great smith.”“And I won’t have to kneel to Tyln’s altar unless I want to?” He asked suspiciously.“No need for you to,” Elva chuckled. “We certainly don’t. We kneel to Deia.”“Deia?” Yren asked, his eyes growing wide. “Sister Mendfred agreed to this?”“Not hardly,” Ardt snorted.“There were certain ... truths ... that we kept from Sister Mendfred,” Elva. The pressure was overwhelming - Troye felt like he'd split in half, and more like he and Rambo had merged as one. A third long thin wet penis, as thin as a pencil, slid out from the robot toward Troye's cock. It then slipped into the tip of Troye's piss-slit, all the way down inside Troye's cock, and started fucking Troye's cock. Again, no pain. Troye then felt tiny wires sliding futher down inside his cock into his ball sack. As they latched onto his balls, Troye orgasmed. His body shook. And I knew he had some knowledge of it. I'd seen a couple of dog-eared pages in chapters of books dealing with the subject. But I didn't know what he'd think of me if I confessed, and I'd given it a lot of thought. I'd convinced myself he would think it was some kind of bizarre fulfilment of an incest fantasy revolving around my dear old Dad. Which was preposterous. I don't have an incestuous bone in my body. No one in my family has ever turned my eye that way. So I knew it wasn't that, even if.