<i>“Look at yourself.” </i>The anger in his voice was palpable. Frightened by the heat in his tone, Aly let her mental defenses down against her familial. Immediately, an image of her own intimate place pushed itself into her mind. The sight of her own pale inner flesh being spread elicited another gasp from her.<br/><br/>She could feel a heat rise to meet his finger even as she watched him dip it inside her dampening depths. Her toes curled against the hardwood floor as she struggled with herself not to move. As his second hand fell to join the first, kneading that same sensitive place he had been rubbing before, her breath hitched and she could not help but tremble as his expert touches caused blossoms of pleasure to bloom into her belly.<br/><br/>Her head was still turned away, eyes tightly closed. Yet, her body stilled as she saw Kadyle rub his glistening finger with his thumb. She shook her head silently at his question. How could she know what such a thing meant? Any questions she had posed to Garath about her development were met with curt, scientific responses. Any feelings like what she was experiencing now were met with a pat on the shoulder and an admonition that they would soon pass, and they had. Yet, those feelings were nothing like the intensity that Kadyle’s touches were creating.<br/><br/>Her heart was open? What did he mean by that? But his finger entered her once more, complimented by his continued attentions on that most sensitive place. She moaned softly and tried to answer his next question, though her breath was heavy. “N-No, Lord… Kadyle, I’ve never—“ Her words broke with a soft whimper as he continued. She should ask him about such things? But why? Why would he ask her to stop if she had already been doing such a thing?<br/><br/>Aly trembled again at the kiss he placed on her cheek. “Do I like…?” She panted, her arms growing tired from keeping them up and shaking slightly.  He was making her feel sensations she had never felt before. She could feel a coiling tightness building in the pit of her stomach, emanating from his ministrations. Seeing each of his movements as they related to what she felt only seemed to intensify the feelings he evoked. Aly shivered each time his finger slowly pressed inside her. Each time he withdrew the digit, it seemed covered with yet more fluids from her sex. Was this because she was receptive, as he said?<br/><br/>“Yes,” the word was little more than an exhaled breath. “It-it feels… very good.”<br/><br/>And yet…<br/><br/>“I’m frightened,” she admitted softly.