She reaches out to touch it

*Throb, throb, throb*

Gradually, heartbeat by heartbeat, Stren's tool began to fill and grow. The head lifted an inch off his belly, still connected by a strand of clear precum. It rose in soft, pulsing movements, like a flower geowing in timelapse. It was even heavier and thicker than Kailla could have imagined. Barely half-erect, it curved up across his lower body, bobbing and nodding like a sleepy snake, struggling to carry it's own weight.

Kailla was mesmerized by it. Her eyes floowed it's gentle movements and her heart seemed to beat in the rhythm of its stiffening pulsations.

"Ohhhhh..." the girl breathed. Her hands felt sweaty and weak. She wanted so badly to touch it. Her eyes darted to the warrior's sleeping face. He was fast asleep. With his arms spread out by his side and an expression of deep, blissful obliviousness on his face, he looked quite unthreatening. She slipped her fingers out of her dripping slit and reached out to touch him, firelight reflecting off the peach-juice that dripped from her hand. She shivered at the feeling of emptiness inside her, now that not even her own, slender digits were there to comfort her aching body... Her hand crept up his thigh. She shuddered as she felt the heat of his skin, the muscles underneath. The night chattered and roared around her, just beyond the camp's circle of firelight, almost drowning out the silent pounding of blood in her ears, a hot blush of desire soaking her gleaming skin.

Kailla's fingertips were just inches away from Stren's gorgeous cock. She gave the shaft a tentative prod. The cock was still quite soft and spongy. Her gentle poke sent the thick cobra-head bouncing back and forth in a silly little spinning motion. She gave it another poke and again it bounced back and forth. Kailla let out a girlish giggle. What a funny thing this cock was! For all of Stren's thick, virile splendour, in his current, sleeping, semi-erect state, he was kind of cute. She made herself comfortable next to his sleeping frame, so that she could let her lecherous gaze take in his helpless form from above and up close.

She gave his cock another poke, gentle this time. Her fingertips lingered at the head of his massive rod. Gently, she stroked her index finger against the slit at the very tip, where his foreskin had pulled back slightly, revealing a circle of tender, pink glans, that already glistened with a clear fluid. It was slippery and hot, like her own little pleasure-button. Kailla found that teasing his slumbering snakehead gave her almost the same deliscious rush that touching herself gave her. She stroked his shaft with just her fingertip, playfully tracing one of the thick veins that stood out on his still-stiffening meat-trunk.

She swallowed. The palm of her hand felt strangely cold, and she knew that she would not be satisfied with just a simple touch...