"Yes."  Gerlinde soothed to hear her words made Lisle's own.  Relaxing folded through her:  She felt her shoulders undo their nautical stiffness.  Her toes unfurled.  Wrinkles on her stretching foreskin smoothed out in raw furrows.  By the time she inhaled, drawing a soft wave of aloe and salty sleep from Lisle's skin, Gerlinde felt like she was renewing.  A new phase of their relationship - of Gerlinde's experiment - had been entered.  A new phase that made her feel steelier with certainty than ever.<br/><br/>She drew her arms tighter about the shivering - as much to hold it in place for savoring as to quell it.  Her breasts sipped it in, their soreness bringing a piquancy to the feeling.  And down in the trough of her body, her prostate coiled in wet tension.  Her slit winked out a tear of cream, filling the cotton span of her obscenely stretched panties with fragrant dark.<br/><br/>Gerlinde wondered if Lisle could smell that wet.  She wondered what it did to her.  Her fingers sank deeper into rump and neck.<br/><br/>"Yes."  Gerlinde said, speaking not delicately - speaking like she set broken bones.  She thrilled with the idea of setting Lisle's mind into shape just as she'd set her legs, mangled her clitoris, made her hands helpless, begging things.  And there was no guilt.  Just the scent of aloe, of cream, and the strain of foreskin unfolding like rubber sheeting around the staff of her cock.  "The hard part is the part I said yesterday seemed impossible: Making it acceptable to you.  The guards can't do that.  I know I can.  I've had to do it before."<br/><br/>She got an idea on how to emphasize that last point, and she acted: Gerlinde twisted the satin band of her belly, and laid the rigidity of her long, thick penis against the blanket, just near enough to touch Lisle's tummy.<br/><br/>"You like the same things just about anyone does."  Gerlinde said, rubbing Lisle's neck.  "Being in a warm place.  Having a soft bed.  Not having to worry about whether you'll eat today.  You already know how to like those things."<br/><br/>The more weight pushed in loamy floods to fill her cock and balls, the more Gerlinde's voice thinned, became breathy.  She worried a moment about letting Lisle see how it excited her.  But then, that was the point.  Knowing this made her begin lightly brushing Lisle's bottom.  "There are new things you have to learn to like and find joy in.  Things just as necessary to your body and spirit now.  Scary things, yes, for now."<br/><br/>Gerlinde took a deep breath of that aloe.  She focused on how it bled through memories of life before - before her cock, her balls, her prostate's needs - making those experiences seem so weak by comparison.  The inhalation brought her huge breasts to press on Lisle's bare collarbone.  "But I will lead you through that fear.  Coax you sometimes, force you if I feel you need it.  I care for you."<br/><br/>Looking into that glorious green, her body beginning to flush and swell, Gerlinde said its name: "Do you have any questions, Lisle kitty?"