17. Necromancer - Regina, Handjob
The moment Ian dropped his pants, Regina sensed something off about her body. It felt strange. Burning hot. She didn't know why. Or maybe she did. That man. This man. From the instant he'd bared himself, her body had ignited. The intense scent wafting from there. A primal aroma stabbing at her nostrils, heating her up unnaturally.
Her eyes locked onto one spot without her realizing it. There stood a massively erect, thick cock. Huge. Girthy. Anyway. It was more like a club than anything you'd call a dick.
She wasn't ignorant of sex. Back in the clan village, trained as an assassin from childhood, she'd learned the basics. Though she'd never needed or wanted to use such petty tricks against foes she overwhelmed with skill—she knew them only as abstract knowledge. Barely, even.
But the thing before her shattered even that scant knowledge and common sense. She vaguely recalled that cocks varied by individual... but this? No monster, yet what the hell was this impossible size? The purplish-red glans at the tip of that veiny shaft was as thick as a child's fist. Absurd.
"Euu..."
But it wasn't the size heating her body. No, it was the thick pheromones pouring off that monstrous cock. Dogs were said to have keen noses, but felines were no slouch either. Cats were born hunters, instincts demanding sharp senses. And Regina, black panther beastkin of the feline family, was no exception.
From the engorged tip, sticky precum beaded with excitement. Strands connected to his underwear, smears dotted the shaft. Still, more oozed out relentlessly. It assaulted her nose, her instincts. Numbed her reason.
"Uh, ah, euu...?"
Before she knew it, she was pulled right up to the cock. Nose buried deep, she sniffed involuntarily. Sniff sniff. The moment the dense pheromones flooded in, her mind blanked. Brain fogged, thoughts blurred. Her eyes widened, mouth slackened dumbly.
"Wh-what?"
Ian's bewildered voice reached her around then... but Regina, lost in the cock's scent, heard nothing. Just...
"...Uuu."
...Just a bit more of this smell.
Sniff, sniff sniff. Nose plunged in, inhaling the cock's musk. She wished for even more—stronger, thicker.
How? How to get more?
Question fleeting. Regina raised a hand. She knew exactly how. No experience, but knowledge from training. The source was the cock. The sticky precum leaking from it. Make more of that viscous fluid. Simple. Arouse the man.
Make the cock feel even better.
Erection meant arousal. And she'd caused it. The throbbing, panting shaft proved it.
"What're you—hey?!"
"Euu."
Grab. Her hand seized the cock. Ian flinched back in panic, but pinned by her grip on his weakness, he froze.
"Uaa."
"Kh..."
No male could stay bold with his junk in a vise. Poor beasts with dicks.
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"Uaa." With that unintelligible grunt, Regina began stroking my cock back and forth. Her hand felt surprisingly soft. Not callused like Cheong-ah's from brutal training. Not scarred like Bella's. She'd trained as an elite assassin—how was it so smooth? Curiosity flickered, but now wasn't the time.
Slap slap slap slap slap!!
"Grk, hey, hold on! That hurts, it fucking hurts!"
Blindly yanking like she meant to wring out semen—this clumsy technique was the real problem! Sure, I was a powerless prisoner, mana-drained weakling, but even I had limits. A cock's no joke.
"Just wait a sec!"
Flick! Couldn't smack hard, so I flicked her forehead mid-focus on my dick. She snapped to, glaring at me.
"Euuuu..."
Whoa, what're you gonna do, glare like that?
...Nah, who am I kidding? Tail between legs. Pathetic as I was, with Cheong-ah, Bella, Dina always around, my balls had swollen unwittingly. Ahem.
I cleared my throat under that stare and spoke up quick. "Hold on. I don't know what you wanna do, but that sloppy shit'll just hurt my dick."
"...Uaa?"
She tilted her head, eyes asking how then? She knew something, but knowledge fuzzy. I explained fast.
"Loosen your grip a bit, slow now. Yeah, like that—good."
She followed instantly. Grip eased, clutching like a lifeline. Slowly stroking up, down.
Shlick... shlick... shlickk...
"Then thumb out a little, rub the glans like... there. Gently, it's sensitive."
"...Uung."
Obedient as hell. Even smeared precum all over without teaching, sensing my twitch meant pleasure. Figured it out solo.
"Ngh... good, you're a natural?"
"Uu, uaa... eu?"
Targeting weak spots precisely—not for nothing an assassin. "Uh... yeah, doing great. Feels awesome."
"Heut..."
Her happy smile at my praise? Adorably cute.
"Hoo... yeah, keep it up."
"Uaa u..."
Next phase. "Don't just focus on the dick now—sit up a bit."
"Eu?"
I tugged up my shirt. Muscles honed by Cheong-ah's hellish drills. Shredded washboard abs, firm pecs atop. Nghhh... Not time to admire.
"Here too—lick these."
"...Uaa?"
Pointing at nipples, she cocked her head. I added: sensitive spot for anyone. Licking during a handjob feels amazing.
"Makes the dick feel even better."
"Ung."
She nodded, stuck out her cute tongue, and liiiick—?!
"Eek...?!"
Pain! Like sandpaper scouring! Then it hit me. Black panther beastkin. Feline. Cats have barbs on tongues. Not lacerating, but enough to sting.
"W-wait, hold up! Regina, stop."
"Uu?"
Damn beastkin—can't the tongue be human-ish? "No tongue. Hurts too much."
"Uaa...? Ung."
She pulled back at my plea. I yanked my shirt down quick.
...Ow, fuck. Nipple throbbed where she'd licked. Felt her soft hands in contrast.
"Uaa... ung, euu."
Now both hands on my cock. Squelch squelch squelch. One at base, other on glans and frenulum. Slick with precum.
"Hoo, haa..."
Endless stimulation. My hands wandered aimlessly... then—
Squeeze. Grabbed her ass without thinking.
"Uhut...?!"
She startled, glanced back.
"Ah, sorry."
"Uaa."
"...Ung?"
Apologizing, she grumbled something sulkily, turned back to the cock. Looked like ass-grabbing was okay. No complaints here.
Knead knead.
"Heut, haa... hung..."
Plump, clingy ass like dough in my grip, as she jerked me relentlessly. Squelch squelch.Slap slap slap.
"Huu, haa... huat..."
Sticky precum sounds, her sweet grooming purrs. Tingling ejaculation urge creeping up perineum, spine. Balls quivering, urethra twitching.
"Regina, gonna cum soon."
"Euuu."
Her hand cupped the tip gently.
"Right there?"
"Uaa."
"Good, flooding it then."
"Ung..."
"Cumming...!"
She nodded—spurt!Spluuurt!
"Nghaaaaah...!"
Semen blasted from the tip. Yet her hand kept stroking. Squelch squelch...
"Nghh, haa. Sss... Regina, wait... ugh."
Stop, damn it... Mid-orgasm torment. Body twisted like squid on a hot stone. Hands milked relentlessly, squeezing out the last drops. Gloop gloop. Her palm overflowed.
Drip drip. Semen pattered to the floor.
That instant—
"Uaaaang..."
Regina buried her nose in her semen-filled hand.
"..."
A bit bewildering.