Once a Day!
As soon as my erect horse cock came into view right in front of her eyes, Lizbet's face flushed beet red in panic as she stared at it. She must have been shocked enough by my bold request to "take care of my sexual needs," but seeing me whip it out without a second's hesitation probably blew her mind even more.
"Oh my god, you're insane...! How can you just... without even hesitating...!"
"Might as well while we're at it... Your hands have been teasing it for two days straight, and if I don't blow now, it's gonna be torture riding back. We can't do this with Als awake, right?"
I stepped closer to Lizbet, circling to the side to flaunt my horse cock right in her line of sight. Her face burned crimson with embarrassment as she stared intently at my throbbing lower half. Frozen for a moment as she gawked at it, Lizbet hesitantly crouched down beside me and muttered,
"Fuck, seriously... If you cum on my clothes like last time, you're dead..."
"If you do it from the side, that won't happen, so don't worry. Please take good care of me, Lizbet."
Watching her, a wicked smile crept across my face—or at least, that's how it felt. Squatting beside me with my horse cock right in front of her face, Lizbet's furrowed expression began to melt into that of a bitch in heat. Her breathing grew ragged, and she seemed to be deeply inhaling the scent of my cock for some reason. Her nostrils twitched as she gazed at it with flushed cheeks. Unlike the dazed, embarrassed look from our first handjob session, this time her face mixed curiosity with raw excitement—probably because she'd been through it once before.
A moment later, her trembling hands slowly reached out, and Lizbet gripped my horse cock from top to bottom. The moment her soft hands touched it, my cock twitched involuntarily.
"...Hah... hah..."
Lizbet, stroking my horse cock, was already lost in it, her breaths coming in heavy gasps as she stared. Seeing her like that stirred an urge to force myself on her right then and there. But not yet. If I pounced now, she couldn't take my massive horse cock properly—not even get into position. And even if she could, I shouldn't. You can't just dominate a bitch with brute force and violence. She had to betray her lover of her own accord, swear submission to me, and beg me to claim her. I'd carefully mold her into a bitch utterly devoted to me.
"...Start moving now."
"...Ugh, okay......"
At my words, Lizbet began slowly sliding her hands up and down my gripped cock. Her tentative rubbing grew slick with the precum oozing along my shaft, producing wet, squelching sounds.
"Rub it harder, like last time."
"Ah, ugh, okay... Doesn't it hurt?"
When I told her to squeeze harder, she asked if it hurt—just like during our first handjob. My "little brother" had apparently transcended not just in shape but beyond any normal dick category. What would've been agonizing pressure back when I was human now felt like perfect, pleasurable tightness.
"You can grip even harder. If it's too much, that level's fine."
"R-Really? Your dick's tougher than I thought..."
Lizbet looked mildly surprised as she worked her hands, now fully slick with precum. This horse cock's precum wasn't the clear, watery stuff you'd expect—it was milky and viscous, like my old human cum, and the sheer volume gushing out with every stroke was downright abnormal.
"Eek, ah... It's so sticky and slippery..."
Lizbet murmured—complaint or fascination?—as she eyed the slick precum. Yet her hands never stopped, and watching her like that made her seem oddly endearing.
"Ah, it twitched again... Should, uh, I touch your balls too?"
Noticing my horse balls twitching, Lizbet offered on her own. No prompting needed—she was taking initiative. A good sign.
"Yeah. Keep one hand stroking... And use the other on one ball, like last time."
"L-Like this?"
One hand cradled the base—too thick to fully encircle—and stroked upward, while the other seized one twitching horse ball.
"Whoa, it's huge, firm, and heavy... Aren't balls a guy's weak spot? Doesn't it hurt?"
"Nah, not at all. Feels great."
This defied even my own logic. Balls were a weak spot, right? But these massive horse balls, big enough to shock even me, squirmed and itched demandingly whenever she stroked my cock. And when Lizbet kneaded them—even squeezing hard—it felt refreshing, not painful. They didn't deform under pressure; if anything, they bounced back firmer. My body was already far from any normal horse, but this cock and balls defied all common sense—like something straight out of an adult comic.
"Lizbet, now back to the cock..."
"Ugh, okay... Gonna cum now?"
Having fondled each ball in turn, Lizbet gripped the shaft with both hands again at my cue.
"Not yet... A bit more..."
I wasn't sure how much time had passed, but I could feel her grip weakening. At the same time, cum started rising from my balls.
"Ngh... Lizbet... Cumming now...!"
"Ah, ugh, okay! ...Eek, kyaa!"
As Lizbet squeezed harder despite her fatigue, my horse cock erupted with a spurt, spewing thick, jelly-like, slightly yellowish white cum in heavy globs.
Witnessing it, Lizbet froze for a second, then pulled one hand away to catch the gushing load.
"Ah..."
When the torrent finally subsided, her palm was coated in yellow-tinged cum, a bulging, jelly-like mound asserting its thickness, viscosity, and musky scent as it slowly oozed.
"Eek, ugh... The smell... And what the hell's with this texture...? Cum's supposed to be this jiggly...?"
Lizbet wiggled her fingers, feeling the jelly-like consistency; strands dripped between them, merging with the puddle on the ground.
"Fuuu... Ahh, so refreshing... Seriously, thank you. You're a total angel, Lizbet."
"Hah, haa... There, done? Geez..."
Once the cum drained from her hand, Lizbet turned away, pulling a handkerchief from her jacket's inner pocket to wipe it off. But from my view of her back, she seemed to be sniffing the cum-scented hand under the pretense of cleaning.
'If day one goes this well... I need to aim for that humanization skill ASAP...'
With humanization and a little more push, I could probably fuck Lizbet outright. Thanks to my lewd skill or whatever, her sluttiness exceeded my expectations.
After that, I covered the floor cum with sand and grass. As Lizbet wiped her hands with the handkerchief, I said,
"I'd love if you could do this 2-3 times a day from now on. Obviously, we'd adjust during quests or whatever."
"W-What!? 2-3 times a day!? Are you nuts!?"
Lizbet's face hardened as she shot back. Oops, overshot? Even after one load, my cock's persistent erection had me pushing my luck—maybe too far?
"Ah... Yeah, 2-3 might be too much? Once a day then..."
"No, once a day is still insane!? Ugh... Seriously..."
Wait, maybe pushing hard worked in my favor. Grumbling at the reduced ask, she confirmed it'd depend on timing but okayed once a day.
"Sigh... I heard normal is like once a month... You're a monster, right? Is this how horses are?"
This cock wasn't just freakishly shaped—its sheer virility was unnatural. But once a month? That seemed low. Back on Earth, guys varied from every three days to weekly, and fappers bragged about 3- or 5-round marathons. Some died from it, sure. Were all the men in this world limp-dicked not just in build and muscle, but stamina too...?
"Nah, even for a horse, I'm a special case..."
I bullshitted, asking if she knew anything about horses. Lizbet said she'd never even heard the name, let alone seen one like me. Huh. No horses in this world, then. I glossed over it, claiming I woke up intelligent and knew I was a "horse" monster.
"There are cases of monsters gaining intelligence and becoming divine beasts... But even so, you're pretty bizarre, Sema."
Heading back to Als's room, Lizbet noted my body resembled some monsters, but none were as ripped and ferocious-looking, and no face matches in her knowledge. No centaurs either? Wait, those are half-human. We checked on Als, rested while he recovered, packed up, and I carried them back to the dungeon entrance. Als still struggled with his limbs, but his complexion had improved—physically on the mend.
What if Als had died? I could've claimed Lizbet without sneaking around. But that thought left a sour taste. Hmm... Guess my desires only get satisfied stealing women who have intact lovers.
Sighing over how I ended up with such a twisted libido—none of my family or relatives had sex scandals. Must just be me. Deeper reflection: the guy who trained Ha Eun-jin, awakening my tastes. His vibe seemed different—treating her like disposable after breaking her, no affection. Me? I wanted to steal a woman, break her completely, make her submit, then shower her with twisted love as my ideal lewd pervert slave. Whatever happened to Eun-jin after, revisiting that scene now made that guy seem kinda vanilla.
By now, my mind swirled with ideas for turning Lizbet into my perfect bitch slave. Versions of me from countless hentai sessions raised hands with suggestions.
'First, kill her exposure resistance—get her parading in bikinis daily. But too much skin's just boring. What outfits to make her wear? Tattoo shops in this world? If tattoos, what design? Used-condom necklace too much? Wait, do they even have condoms here? Kinda high-tech, so maybe analogues...'
Musing like that while chatting idly with them, we reached the dungeon entrance.