Frose smiled in a good mood, almost in an affectionate way as she used her palm to stroke his cheeks:
"You are curious, aren't you?"
As she spoke, she didn't move, but she used her muscle to keep the part where she kept his member active.
"You see, we Garsans become like that during procreation, more precisely when we are excited. We produce what we will feed to our progeny that we conserve till they are born. It is said that long before, some females were kept for that purpose only to feed the nobles as what we produce is very nutritious and healthy. Even now the practice is still there, but it is more costly."
She slowed the activity she had kept up down there as she bit her lower lip, a drop of white liquid with a hint of red gathered at her left nipple, about to drip down.
She spoke with a heavy breath:
"What are you doing? Come."
One of the maids came with something that she used to cover the two nipples.
