Her thumb traced the underside from base to tip in a single slow drag, and the twitch that answered was immediate.
"It twitches!" She announced this with far too much academic triumph for a queen between the legs of a man she wasn't even the secret lover of, let alone a proper wife.
But in this very moment, all such inhibitions had been tossed aside. "The text was accurate! What about lateral pressure? Page fifty-two mentioned a correlation between circumferential grip variance and..."
She rotated her hand and squeezed gently from the sides, watching the reaction with the focus of a researcher cataloguing live data, and her ears swiveled forward as the tip swelled against her palm.
"Remarkable... The elasticity alone contradicts two established theories I read in the Moonshadow Archives."
"Elf Queen."
Sera's voice cut across the cell, strained and clipped. Her hands pulsed golden light into the network of burst veins running Black Fang's forearm, and she did not look up.
