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To Torrin, there was nothing like a nice rest in a soothing spring in the middle of the forest. Resting his body and relaxing his muscles was a good feeling in general, but the perfect body of water was hard to find - the right temperature, the natural freshness, it just made everything better. The Nidoking morph had often tried to replicate it in his own home, but it was hard to get the right touch in his bathtub - something was just missing from it.

One might have questioned how any water could be enjoyable to someone whose body had a natural weakness to it. But Torrin was convinced that that was what really made it good - that his weakness made water more soothing when it had the right qualities. Natural water was a lot less harsh in the first place, compared to the qualities of water in the attacks of morphs like him and their wilder kin. And when it had those touches that made it more pleasant in the first place, he was even more sensitive to those. Talking to other water-weak types, they tended to agree with him - though, what made water pleasant differed for a number of them.

He hummed quietly as he sank deeper, back spikes digging into the bank a bit and dragging sediment along with them. The immense feeling of tranquility never got old...over three years he’d been coming here, soaking himself in the clean and pure water and coming out feeling like a new man every time. Of course, it meant jokes about how he’d probably turned it into a toxic swamp by now...it was true that his body could leech a bit of poison into water, but whatever was feeding this spring cleared it out very nicely. Even if it didn’t, he could pump out some antitoxin just as easily. After all, he didn’t want to ruin this idyllic location.

In fact this spring was why he was here in the first place, more or less. Not too far away from there was a cabin that he had built, specifically to be nearby without encroaching on the tranquility of it. The cabin was Torrin’s second home, but he wouldn’t have put up much argument if someone had claimed that his city home was really the second home. He wasn’t a recluse, but he liked nature, he liked quiet, and having his own cabin in the woods had been a dream of his for a while. The spring had convinced him to build one...and after over a year of hard work, he had his refuge. He’d just gotten done chopping and carrying wood for his fireplace in the cabin, strenuous work but not terribly unlike the manual labor jobs he did in the city. He was just kind of good at all sorts of lifting, carrying, and toiling tasks, and worked through a contracting agency as a sort of jack-of-all-trades physical laborer. Construction, landscaping, stockroom, harvesting, whether it was small private jobs or big public works, he could do it. And he enjoyed it, and he was built for it, a solid purple wall of muscle that was naturally suited for such things. While he wasn’t exactly dumb muscle, intellectual pursuits for him were more hobbies, he didn’t think himself strong enough or engaged enough in any of them for a career. But that was fine - the world needed muscle, too.

Even as big and strong as he was, though, it was still a workout, and still left him with aches and strains. Truth be told, he rather liked the ache to a degree - it felt like accomplishment, like usefulness. But it still needed to be soothed lest it turn into outright pain, he’d learned that the hard way a couple of times. And that was what made the rests even better, he could feel himself getting more relaxed and less sore, it was wonderful. He so often just zoned out, almost falling asleep, and that was what he was doing now, eyes closed, leaning back, seemingly oblivious to the world around him.

Until he heard something out of place.

His ears twitched despite his apparent torpor. The sound of approaching footsteps registered...automatically his mind went to identification. Fairly light footfalls, not a creature of great size or strength, but not a child either, too large for that, too large for a base stage morph too. Odd sound quality when the sole hits the ground, almost...artificial...like a boot sole. _ His eyes blinked open - neither morphs nor ferals did footwear unless absolutely necessary, certainly not in the wild. A human? Here?_

His head turned in the direction of the sounds, almost too quiet to hear unless one had ears like a Nidoking’s. Sure enough, a human stumbled into the clear bank around the spring, looking plenty disheveled, covered in mud and debris. He looked no older than seventeen or eighteen. The moment his eyes fell on Torrin, he froze, clearly a bit nervous. An effect Torrin had on some people, especially smaller ones, which was why he tried to put on the friendly giant act. “You look like you’ve seen better days.”

“Uh…”

“Shy one, eh? Don’t worry, I don’t bite. Got way better ways of dealing with trouble.” Okay, maybe that wasn’t the most comforting thing to say. It wasn’t like he was that GOOD at it...his type of friendliness tended to be a little coarser, and resonate with the guys he usually hung out with. “You got a name, kid?”

That seemed to get the human out of the trance a bit, a touch of flush rising in his cheeks. “Geno...and I’m not a kid.”

“Sure, then, Geno.” He wouldn’t really fit the definition, but compared to Torrin he might as well be - he probably had more than two feet on the human and close to a couple hundred pounds of muscle better. Geno looked almost like a stick, not the type you’d take for an outdoorsman...not that he looked particularly outdoorsy the way he was now, he didn’t appear to have anything that would prepare him for an excursion. And this would have been quite the excursion - the spring, and consequently Torrin’s cabin, was well out of the way. In all his time here, the only creatures that weren’t feral animals or wild Pokémon that had ever shown up were at his invite. This was the first time he was seeing a human or morph who he didn’t know...which of course had him curious. “Mine’s Torrin, Torr’s fine. You look like you got into a bit of a mess. Cross the wrong person?”

Geno sighed wearily. “The wrong Pokémon. A whole bunch of them, I was just curious what they were doing...they didn’t take kindly to it, I guess. I got so many Mud Slaps and Mud Bombs, it was all I could do to get away.”

“Ah, yeah, the Mud Hole. That would do it.” That was a mile or so away from the spring, Torrin somewhat suspected the water that fed the spring also helped keep it nice and muddy. There were a lot of Pokémon that liked to congregate in it...it wasn’t really his thing, but he could imagine a few of his friends would be thrilled about it. “They’re really picky when it comes to strangers. They didn’t hurt you?”

“No, but one of them yanked my bag off...broke the strap, not much I could do about it. So I lost all my supplies and everything. I guess you’re not with them, though...” He still looked pretty nervous, his eyes weren’t leaving Torrin and his expression remained wary. He could hear the human’s heart racing from where he was sitting...hopefully he could settle him down a bit.

“Nah, I leave them alone and they leave me alone. But you oughta get yourself cleaned up a bit. All that mud can’t be pleasant, gotta be heavy and cold and cling to you something awful.”

“Yeah, kinda...it’s not really pleasant, for sure.”

“So come on over! Plenty of room for two here!”

“Uh...o-okay…” Geno sure didn’t seem like he wanted to, for whatever reason, but eventually he made his hesitant way over the the bank, a good bit away from Torrin. The Nidoking morph just watched as he took off his mud-sludged overshirt and started to run it through the water. Sizable clumps were sloughing off of the fabric, clouding the water as they broke apart. But it was clear that this wasn’t proving to be enough, as when Geno pulled the shirt back up there was still a good bit stuck in there. “It’s not coming off...I really hope these aren’t totally ruined, my other clothes were in my pack and that’s probably just as muddy by now.”

“Pokémon attack mud is pretty darn clingy. It takes a good bit to wash it off. What you’re probably gonna have to do is soak it for a while...the spring water is really good for cleaning, you can probably leave them in there for a few hours and you’ll see more progress. But, I ain’t gonna lie, they might just be messed up for good. Only one way to find out.”

“...I guess so.” Geno sighed quietly. “Gonna have to try...just going to hope for the best.”

“Right! But you oughta get yourself cleaned up at least, comes off of skin a lot easier. The water feels good, too, bet you’ll feel a lot better after a soak!”

“Erm...how do I…”

“Ah, come on, you know exactly what I mean! No need to be shy, ain’t like I’m wearing anything either!” Torrin’s normal state out here - he wouldn’t call himself a nudist but clothing comforts were definitely not easily found for most Pokémorphs, with fur and tails and all sorts of other body parts getting in the way. When he was out here, it was just more comfortable that way, and it wasn’t like there was anyone around to care most of the time. But he noticed that Geno’s face got considerably redder hearing that. Oh ho...I wonder if there’s another reason he’s embarrassed?

Eventually Geno did work up the nerve to take Torrin’s suggestion to heart, though he was still shy about it. After removing his hiking boots and socks, he slipped into the water and disrobed underneath the surface, like he was using the mud to block the view of anything he didn’t want seen. Torrin snickered but didn’t say anything, just letting Geno get undressed and shove his clothes out of the way to let them soak. He definitely would have been willing to have a go at the human - he was a big guy who liked to be in charge of small guys, making them moan as he played around with very tight spaces. But he wouldn’t do it unless Geno was game...though, he had a feeling the human would be, with the right loosening up. And he didn’t mean drugging him...not that Torrin would never do that, he was a Nidoking and it was pretty much obligatory, but he doubted that kind of touch would be required.

“So, Geno...what is it that brings you out here anyway? This isn’t a place I’ve ever seen a human, and aside from those I invite not any morphs either. Mostly just Pokémon and animals.”

“...Yeah. Uh...that’s...kind of what I was hoping for. It was supposed to be a hiking trip, away from everything except nature.” Geno sighed a bit, sinking into the water more; at least to Torrin he seemed to be getting a bit more comfortable. “Probably a mistake, but I needed to get away from it all. I’m, uh...not really much of an outdoorsman, though.”

“Seems to me a lot of people who aren’t could stand to reconnect with nature. And they’re mostly humans...us morphs tend to have a natural bond, comes with still having some bits of feral instinct.”

“I don’t disagree. I like nature, I’m just not, well, built quite for it. But...the city’s stressful. Even more so when you’re on your own. Dad died last year, Mom’s been dead since I was little. No other family, no brothers or other living relatives. And it’s kinda left me in a funk...barely out of school and I have basically no more connections.”

Torrin felt for him, it sounded like a rough thing for someone that young. “None from school?”

“Anyone who says high school is the best days of your life is a fucking idiot.”

“Don’t need big ears to hear THAT subtext. You got a home?”

“Yeah. Dad was pretty well off, and I inherited everything. But that house is so damn empty...I kinda want to just sell it and get my own place. Except that’s so much work that I don’t know if I could be up for that, either. I don’t have a job, haven’t been in the right mind for college even if I know what I wanted, I’m just kind of existing...I mean, I’m not gonna be spending myself into bankruptcy at this rate, but I feel like a slug doing nothing of importance. I just feel so isolated from everything even though there’s so much going on around me...so...I, uh...went out into nature where there was nothing around. That...sounds so stupid when I say it…”

The Nidoking morph gave a chuckle. “Nah, don’t worry about it. I know exactly what you mean. There’s a difference between the pleasant and peaceful isolation of nature and the crowded isolation of the city. One’s suffocating, the other’s liberating. But I can see why you’re stressed out, you’ve been through a lot, and now you feel aimless and probably still depressed over losing the person closest to you. You need something good, but you can’t find it...I’m guessing you thought being out here would clear your head and give you room to think.”

“Yeah. That’s what I hear all the time, anyway...I don’t know if it’s working.”

“Well, getting caked in mud probably isn’t making it easier. But you have to let go a bit in order to get that space freed up...just a guess, but maybe you’re not able to let that baggage go, it’s still weighing you down. I’ve been there, sometimes it’s hard to get away from what’s in your head even when you’re trying to. Now you know why people drink to forget - though, booze has a nasty way of betraying you sometimes on that.”

Geno looked at him curiously. “I thought you guys couldn’t get drunk anyway.”

“Secondhand knowledge there. I’ve seen it in action. Maybe a few too many times, since some of the guys get a little freer with how they drink knowing they’ve got a permanent dezzie in the group.”

“Oh. They’re your friends then?”

“Usually. Friends of friends sometimes, which can mean eventual friends or eventual not. Ain’t much for enemies, but sometimes a not-friend just becomes one because they want to, not because you want them to. Most of the time, though, I get along pretty good with everyone.”

“That sounds nice...I don’t think I get along well with people. Not because I want to, but...I just...I feel so awkward around them, uncomfortable in the places we go, and I just kinda...don’t want to talk or anything. Which probably comes off as rude or something...I haven’t had a lot of chances to do that anyway, I guess.”

Torrin snickered. “Sounds to me like you got plenty of opportunities, but not the will.”

“Uh? I mean...I don’t WANT to not have friends…”

“Yeah, but you ain’t got the confidence to make it happen. Maybe some social anxiety in there, maybe some introversion, definitely stress from the stuff you’ve been through, it all goes together to make sure you don’t want to do anything but get back home to safety and comfort. I got buddies like that, too, they all told me about it, making friends is tough for them because they’re generally comfortable on their own and maybe not as much out and about. But what that means is just adjusting the approach, finding places and ways to connect that aren’t as rough on ya.”

Geno was quiet for a moment. “Is that how you do it?”

“Nah, I’m a good bit more outgoing than that. Ain’t sure I’d call myself the life of the party but I can hang with bunches pretty well. But even us outgoing types, it’s not like we’re trawling for new buddies all the time - most of us meet people the same way, by happenstance. We’re in the same place as them, we have a reason to interact, we like each other, and it blossoms from there. Guys like you, it’s not really that different a process, maybe just harder to execute. But happenstance is how most bonds form.”

“Uh...really? Most people just...meet people and then become friends?”

“Sure! You think most people just go up to someone and say ‘we’re friends now because I said so’? Nah, it’s mostly chance. Maybe you get hired to work a new job and you get along really well with some coworkers. Maybe you move to a new place and your neighbors are the sort you can really jell with. Maybe you go to school and there’s a new kid in the class. Maybe you go out to a bar or another social joint, run into someone or play a game or something with a new stranger who you realize is your kinda pal.” Torrin scooted a bit closer and put an arm around Geno. “Or, maybe you get lost wandering in the woods and find yourself relaxing in a hot spring with a big, friendly purple guy.”

“Ah! W...what?”

“C’mon, you didn’t think I was just gonna yammer on without suggesting anything, right?” Torrin pulled Geno a bit closer against him - not suggestive close, but close enough to keep him in contact. “Why not? I’m here, I’m nice, I want to help you, want to make you feel good...what more do you need in a friend?”

“I...I don’t...I didn’t...really plan…”

“Course you didn’t! It’s just like I said - happenstance. And it works, doesn’t it? You’re looking for a friend, I’m looking to be a friend. Seems like a good match to me.”

Geno hesitated, and Torrin could tell he was trying to process it. Not surprising, it had been sprung a bit quickly and suddenly, and he could tell the human was more of the contemplative sort - a deep thinker, but not a fast one. Still, he was confident that he had the angle, and sure enough Geno seemed to relax a bit. “Well...I mean...I DO want to make some friends...and...I guess what you said makes sense, you’d probably know better than I would. I don’t know why you’d want to be MY friend, though…”

“Hey, don’t sell yourself short. I’m sure you have plenty to offer. But it’s not like you need that much - just to like each other and want to talk with each other, and to make each other feel good, is enough for a friendship in my book.”

“I guess I could do that...you HAVE been easy to talk to. I’m not sure about the feeling good part, though...I mean, you’ve been helping me with that, but I don’t feel like I’ve done much to return that favor…”

Torrin had to fight from breaking into a laugh. Geno had opened that door so wide he could have driven every piece of heavy construction equipment he’d ever used through it and have room to spare. But hey, he wasn’t going to complain, the human might need it even more than he did. “Well, if you wanna make me feel good, you could come out and tell me how bad you wanna ride my dick until it goes numb...and then do it.”

Geno went so red that Torrin wondered if there was a drop of blood left anywhere in his body - other than the obvious boner that he’d been sporting at least since he’d gotten into the water, which was not exactly fully hidden in the fairly clear fluid. “Ah! I...I’m sorry! I wasn’t...I didn’t mean to…”

Nor Torrin couldn’t help but laugh. “You think I mind? What do you think you’re talking to?”

Geno buried his face in his hands. Obviously embarrassed, but that clearly wasn’t diminishing the arousal. “I just...I don’t even know you, and I’m...g-getting horny over you…I mean...y-you’re probably used to it...”

“Maybe, but still, horny for me is one of the best compliments I can imagine! I like feeling attractive, and I like feeling desired. Do you desire me, Geno?”

“I...I…” Geno swallowed hard. “Y...yes…”

“Well, then, it seems to me that what we should do is obvious. You’ve never been with another person before, have you?” The human, still with head in hands, nodded hesitantly. “No worries, we all were there sometime. And it’s always fun to finally get the chance to get that experience, or be the one to give it.”

Finally Geno managed to look up at him again. “You...you’d want to?”

Torrin’s grin widened as he pointed down to the water, in the area of his own groin. “You think I’d be sportin’ this if I didn’t?” He saw Geno’s gaze shift, and basked in the satisfaction as the human’s eyes shot open wide. Of course, being a Nidoking, he was well-gifted down there, and though it was usually pretty hidden, the prospect of some fun had made it all too easy for him to let it free to entice Geno. Or maybe scare him away, but he’d gotten the impression quite a bit ago that that wasn’t going to happen - when one had ears and a nose like his, it made reading people much less of a challenge. Perhaps Geno had even looked at pictures of something like it before - the proud, pointed shaft dotted with leaky barbs here and there down the length of it, with dimensions that were even enviable amongst many morphs.

He could see Geno wavering a bit, looking like he wanted to reach out for it. “Go ahead...you said you wanted to help me feel good, and you know you want it badly...no need to be shy…”

Need or not, Geno was still pretty shy, but evidently not so much that he couldn’t overcome it. His fingers brushed against the tip of it, and then got a little bit bolder, stroking down it to feel a couple of the barbs and then gripping it on a safe, smooth spot. Torrin let out a little murr and pulled Geno a bit closer, his thigh making contact with Geno’s hardness. He certainly wasn’t underwhelming as humans went - Torrin certainly had enough experience to know - and didn’t seem too intimidated about not comparing up to a Nidoking, which was certainly not a fair match to hold. He let Geno slightly hump against him, scritching very softly against a couple of the short barbs Torrin had all over his hide, a hint of sharpness that he could tell Geno thought felt really good without catching against his skin too much.

The human let out a gasp as Torrin’s hand snuck down to his rear, pushing against his pucker rather boldly. He leaned more into Torrin, seemingly unsure whether he wasn’t to hold this off or get more...but he was getting more adventurous with his hand, rubbing more areas of the Nidoking’s flesh and not shying away from the barbs as much. Torrin took this as interest, and managed to prod one finger in there...and at the same time, emit a chemical that would loosen him up a bit more down there and dull a few choice nervous responses. Despite his size, he didn’t tend to have much problem rutting humans, but given Geno was on the small and inexperienced side, he wanted to provide a couple extra advantages.

Very quickly, he could feel the tension in Torrin’s rear relaxing a bit, giving him the chance to get a second finger in there and help prep him more. The response was good, Geno was starting to moan pleadingly and tense around him here and there without trying to force him out. He could feel a bit of different wetness against his thigh as Geno’s cock was leaking a bit of pre against him, a sure sign of a job well done. His own was joining in the fun as Geno’s fingers found nice sensitive spots to rub against, getting him additionally turned on. Not that Torrin needed terribly much help, the smell of the human’s arousal and his moans would have been effective on their own...he was pretty naturally tuned to sexual arousal responses, it was just one of those Nidoking things, and it had served him very well ever since he’d reached sexual maturity. No one could doubt that Geno was going to get a very experienced mentor in his introduction to the world of multi-person sex.

Eventually he pulled his fingers out, and his arms went to take hold of Geno, shifting him in front of Torrin. The human was red-faced, looked highly excited and also somewhat nervous, perfectly normal for a virgin. Torrin gave a lick to his face to try to relieve him a bit. “Be honest with me...this ain’t the first time you’ve seen one like mine, right? Maybe in person, but you know you’re...inclined that way already.”

After a couple of deep breaths, Geno gathered himself to respond. “I...yeah...I guess...I’ve looked at...big morphs before...they’re all sexy...but Nidokings...I always thought they were, uhm...some of the sexiest out there…”

“You’re definitely not alone in thinking that. But I think I ought to prove that in person.” He brought Geno closer, lifting him to place his rear over his ready and waiting cock. The springs were maybe not the most optimal place for sex in general, but their relaxing heat would probably help keep Geno looser, and maybe slow Torrin down a bit - hard and fast was typically his style, and Geno probably would be better off with something naturally holding him back a bit. Of course, once he was broken in, perhaps he’d be more amenable to a bit more energy…

Yes, he was getting ahead of himself.

Geno’s loosened rear accepted the tip of his cock and more in without complaint, getting a long, drawn-out, strained-yet-blissful moan out of the human. Torr worked himself in gradually, letting his fluids leak around and loosen Geno up a bit more deeper within him, letting his body get used to the stretch of his cock. Every now and then he would pull back, letting his barbs drag against the insides and work Geno up to the scratchy feeling they offered...as well as letting them leak some of a nice special compound in there to help relax the human mentally. Well, it wasn’t like he was using it to get permission or force the issue, he just wanted to give a little extra lingering relaxation that Geno clearly sorely needed - escape from his multitude of worries and stresses for just a little while.

And it was working, quite rapidly...he could feel the tension releasing from the human’s body, Geno’s moans getting less strained and more relaxed, his arms easing their grip and stiffness, his whole self melting into the treatment. And his rear loosening enough that Torrin could sink in to the hilt without issue, and without complaint from Geno, letting him get properly acquainted with it in the most enjoyable way possible. “There...isn’t that nice? Everything you hoped for?”

“Ah…yeaaaaah…” Breathy, quiet, calm, and oozing with contentment, just how Torrin liked it hen he broke in a virgin. He’d yet to make one uncomfortable even with a cock his size, a streak that he was immensely proud of. And Geno was going to feel especially good if he had his say…

He started to get to work, lifting Geno up off his shaft and then pulling him back down, resisting the urge to go full-bore into the human and letting the water hold him back a bit. It felt fantastic to him, humans were always incredibly tight, partly because they were so much smaller than he was and partly because they were constructed just a little bit differently from morphs and Pokémon. Not different enough to make it a problem, thankfully, they were some of his favorite lays, but he wanted to make sure he was one of THEIR favorite as well. And so far Geno sure seemed to think so, the way he was moaning and crying out, and the way he was tensing down around that thick staff both on the way in and out. He seemed to have acclimated to the full size without incident, encouraging Torrin to pick up the pace a little bit.

Of course, he was getting all the best out of it as well. Those tight insides flexed his barbs, which was especially stimulating to his own shaft, and the tightness hugged him like few others could measure up to even with the relaxants in Geno’s system. And then there were the sounds...Geno had a higher voice, perhaps due to his size and relative youth, and it had this tone to it that just sang to him when it was laden with pleasure. Auditory cues were so important to the big-eared morph’s brain, sexy sounds got him revved up far faster than the most salacious nude images, and he couldn’t help but let out low murrs of his own as he drank in those delicious sounds of pleasure. Unconsciously he was upping the force and speed more and more, not even fully aware of it in his excitement.

The water slapped between them as they made waves from their motions, splashing some onto the banks and around their faces and upper bodies. With their lower bodies continuously under, Geno’s precum squirted and dissipated in the water, while Torrin’s clouded the water a bit around the human’s rear, what was able to escape being shoved around before spreading and dispersing. It was tough for Torrin to tell how close Geno was, he wanted to be sure the human got off before him, so that he could feel some of that ecstasy in his body while finishing himself. He angled himself a bit differently, seeking to target Geno’s prostate with a bit more direct attention rather than just the sheer pressure of his size. The breathless sounds of the human were getting ever more laden with bliss, that told him that he was getting closer, but was also fraying his control…

Despite his earlier promises, he was hammering pretty darn hard now, murrs turned to growls as he bucked up into Geno while pulling him down hard, and pulled him up faster and with a bit more tension on those barbs, causing them to leak more of their chemicals into Geno. He was feeling the throbbing through his staff, knew the end was coming soon, and it was getting less and less clear that he could hold himself back long enough...but then Geno let out a louder, higher cry that echoed over and over as he came, clouding the water with his white emissions, plentiful spurts heralding his overwhelming pleasure. Just those cries were enough for Torrin - he let out a cry of release of his own as he pumped his mildly noxious load into the human’s tight ass, a good bit of it spurting out to join the spring water but most of it gushing deeper into Geno’s body. He clung tight to the human, letting each shot gush in and pack him with more Nidoking spunk, preserving the human’s high longer than it ever would have been without.

Now it was Torrin’s turn to relax, as his orgasm faded away into a contented afterglow. Or, more likely, a brief interlude...rare was the time he was done after one, and his seed, even without any conscious intervention, tended to induce lingering arousal in those who took it. In his arms, Geno was breathing fairly heavily, but also seemed much more relaxed and content, a lot less nervous than he had been. There was a bit of chemical induction to thank for that, but Torrin had a feeling he’d be significantly more at ease with him after they were done either way. And if so, that was a job well done...and maybe the first step towards helping the human get himself out there more like he wanted.

After a minute, Geno pushed away a bit to look up at Torrin. “That...that was amazing…”

“Hah, thank you...I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“Could we...do more of that? I...I’d really like to...do some more…”

Grinning wide, Torrin stood up, carrying the human still plugged by his cock out of the spring. “I’d love to...and I’d love to show you some of the special tricks I know, to make you feel REALLY good…”

Geno flushed, but nodded rather eagerly. “Please...I, I really want to know what it’s like…”

Just what Torrin wanted to hear. It was going to be a very good time for both of them...and if he was successful, perhaps not the only one.