{The form Thyra had taken was that of a male. So, from now on, I will denote Thyra as ‘he’. I will revert to ‘she’ after Thyra undoes the skill.}

“As expected, you men are too egotistical. As soon as you see a baby wand bigger than yours, you can’t perform.” Triska sighed and glared at Thyra for a moment.

After his initial surprise faded, Thyra’s brain started working again. The first thing he thought was that a noble lady wouldn’t need to use Viagra. A contraceptive pill is the only pill a woman needs to use in the brothel.

‘And if she is using a contraceptive pill, then…’ Thyra looked at her to see that she had already climbed onto the bed and gone on her fours, showing him her ass. 

The thing he first noticed about her was her thick thighs. The next thing was her wrinkly nutsack hanging between her legs. Above it was a slit that had shown signs of opening and exposing its pink wetness.

“You,” She called for her and said impatiently, “Come on, lick my baby hole. It will make your useless thing hard.”

“You?” Thyra thought for a moment before choosing less triggering words, “You want me to fuck you in your pussy?”

“If not, then what?” She was not happy at all. She sat on the bed, glaring at him, “What do you want me to do? Fuck you? Fuck you, where? In your mouth? In your dirty back hole?”

At her sudden outburst, all Thyra could do was smile. Happy was the right word to express his emotions. All he could say was that he was relieved.

“If I really wanted to fuck someone, I would take in a few girls and use them. Why do you think I would use your dirty hole? I would…” Triska paused as she saw Thyra smiling. 

She was about to have another outburst. Before she could, Thyra jumped on her, pushed her down, looked right into her eyes, and said, “You should have said that before.”

“What?” Thyra’s action caught Triska off guard. “What are you doing?”

She couldn’t finish her words before Thyra snooped down and kissed her on the lips. “Didn't you ask me to do so?” And he snooped down and kissed her again.

“You?” Triska didn’t know how to react as Thyra’s hand moved over her body. He squeezed her breasts, pinched her nipples, and tickled her lean stomach. These are the noble sensations she had never felt before. 

It sent a jolt of spark down her body to her lady palace. Triska didn’t know one could wake up her baby hole without even touching it, much less doing such unimportant things.

More importantly, she was never treated this way. Even if the male prostitute followed her instructions, they would still go directly down the business and be done with it.

Those subpar interactions and her long-neglected, less-explored lady parts taught her not to expect anything from these guys anymore. And all it did was make her miss that man more.

So when Thyra ignored her oddity, treated her like a lady, and did these small playful things, it made her wet unconsciously. She had seen her wives and consorts get wet even before their lovemaking started.

However, this was the first time she had experienced it. Their lips met again, and she wrapped her arms around Thyra. 

On the other hand, Thyra’s hand didn’t stop exploring her body. Soon enough, Thyra’s hand reached Triska’s thick wand. Although he could, he was sure most people wouldn’t be able to wrap their hands perfectly around it.

He moved his hand up and down the length of the shaft. As he did, it pulled down the foreskin entirely, exposing the pink shaft head. 

But a hand grabbed his wrist before he could play with it more. Triska used her other hand to push Thyra away, saying, “Not there.”

Even if Thyra didn’t check her hole, he could feel the aroused wetness in her eye. She tried to move his hand further down her waist, saying, “Do it there. I want you to do it there.”

Thyra complied with her request as Triska wrapped her hand around his neck and kissed him again. On his way down, Thyra caressed the ball and moved it to the side to explore the entrance of her love canal.

As a futanari, Thyra had noticed the pubic hair grow above and around the male organ while the female part was utterly bare. He thought that was the case for every futanari.

Yet as he moved his hand around the hole, she could feel some rough feeling, making him realise that Triska might have prepared that place for this night.

Thyra would have preferred it all natural but decided not to say it, to hurt her already wounded self-esteem.

Triska was indulging in a kiss when her eyes turned round. Pushing him back, she looked at Thyra and asked, “What are you doing?”

“It’s called foreplay,”

“Foreplay?”

“Don’t you do it with your wives before you make love with them?” 

“I don’t.” It was like a moment of revelation for her.

“Then you might have hurt your wives badly.”

“Why?”

“If you don’t it, that length will hurt them badly.”

“It hurt them the first time. But after that, they were okay. They are always wet when I sleep with them at night.”

“They might have used oil. Have you tasted or smelled that place?”

“I didn’t need it. The chambermaids would make me hard. Then we do it.”

Thyra couldn’t help but smile. He said, “You are missing the best part of it.”

“What is the best part?”

“These are the things we are doing right now. Kissing, hugging, and cuddling. It is to warm up your partner. She would blow on you, and you would lick her. You will do it with each other. Why would others blow on you or give you a hand before making love with your wife?”

“I am the princess of the kingdom. She is also a royal. Are you asking us to lick each other's dirty parts? That is beyond the dignity of a noble.”

“Do you wear a crown when you mate with your wives? What is the need for dignity when you are naked in front of each other? Where was your dignity when you came to me to satisfy yourself?”

“You!” Thiska glared at him. She couldn't find the right words, even if Triska wanted to say something.

“What would happen when you failed to satisfy your wife? And a servant or knight will make her wet and satisfy her. She might go to a brothel to find a man to satisfy their lust.”

Triska just sat there, trying to decipher all the knowledge she had gained from Thyra. He realised it only when Thyra looked at the serious Triska.

‘Why did it become a session of  two of them contemplating the theory of a successful bedroom night from a pure lust-filled sex session.’ Thyra couldn’t help but wonder. 

He had no idea why he was saying all this. The only awkward reasoning he could come up with was that he was trying to help her as a fellow futanari.

On the other hand, Triska seriously thought about it before asking, “What should I do?”

Thyra's expression didn’t change when he pointed at his half-hard dick and said, “Suck on it.”

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