Noble Lady (10) - Status Addition
The last time, I’d layered my hand over Faye’s to jerk him off.
That had been my limit.
After all, touching someone else’s cock feels gross.
It’s not like I have any aversion to dicks themselves. I carried one around for over twenty years, after all.
Still, someone else’s and your own are worlds apart. I’d never once thought I wanted to touch it. No, “never thought” doesn’t quite cover it—more accurately, I’d hated the idea.
Or so I’d believed.
Right now, I’m gripping Theo’s cock in my hand.
Even if I’m using the excuse of washing him, the fact remains that I’m touching it.
Despite how much I’d thought I’d hate it.
Turns out, if you actually try, you can do anything.
“What are you doing? Not gonna wash it?”
I must’ve been thinking too long. Theo urged me on.
“Yeah, yeah. No need to rush me. It’s not like this’ll take forever anyway.”
Theo’s cock was too thick to wrap my fingers all the way around.
I squeezed it tight.
“…How’s that? Doesn’t hurt, right?”
I asked carefully.
I knew an erect cock was hard. Both from my own past experience and from the solid sensation currently in my palm.
Most women’s grip strength probably wouldn’t hurt no matter how hard they squeezed.
But I’m a beastman. My strength is on a completely different level from a human’s.
If I messed up, I could actually crush it.
I really didn’t want to see that horrific sight.
Both because of my current position—having to build Theo’s harem—and because, as someone who used to be a guy, it was something I couldn’t even imagine without shuddering.
Ah. Of course, if some bastard tried to lay hands on me or NTR our heroines, I’d crush theirs without hesitation.
“It’s fine. That much feels just right.”
Relieved by Theo’s answer, I started moving my hand.
Up and down from base to tip.
Schlick, schlick…
Not only was it thick, it was ridiculously long, so even one stroke took effort.
Let’s see—how many fists would fit along this thing? One, two, three… Whoa, what the hell. Is this seriously a human dick? Or is it some orc cock or something?
I figured I could probably shake it with both hands and still have room.
But since I had two hands, no point doing the exact same thing with both.
I kept one hand stroking the shaft and brought the other up to cover the head.
Then I spread my palm and rubbed slow circles over the slit, like I was scrubbing it clean.
“Nngh…”
A small moan slipped from Theo’s mouth.
Men’s moans used to gross me out.
That’s what I’d always thought—until now. Hearing it like this, it wasn’t entirely unpleasant.
I made this guy moan! I can control pleasure!
Something like that? Not exactly, but close.
While rubbing the slit with my palm, I curled my fingers and gently stroked behind the glans, like washing it.
Thankfully, there was no disgusting smegma or anything back there.
Yeah. Gotta keep it clean. Doing a good job.
As a reward, I pressed my thumb firmly against the frenulum underneath and rubbed.
The cock twitched.
Heh. Even if his mouth says no, the body’s honest. Feels good, huh?
Theo, who’d been helplessly at my mercy, finally managed to speak.
“Luna… you’re really good at this…”
“Ehehe. Yeah……?”
…Huh?
Wait.
Is answering “Yeah!” like that really okay here?
Let’s think about this from his perspective for a second.
If you suddenly ended up washing each other with a girl you know, and that girl turned out to be really skilled at making your dick feel good…
What would you start thinking?
Uh…
Hmm……
No matter how I looked at it, nothing good came to mind.
What do I do?
We’d literally just finished bathing, yet cold sweat was trickling down my back.
No, seriously, what do I do?
If I honestly said “I’ve touched a lot of them, so I know what I’m doing,” that’d be game over. Instant destruction.
No choice.
Luckily, Theo’s comment only said I was good—he didn’t sound suspicious about why I was so good.
Not yet, anyway.
But if he thought about it even a little more calmly, he’d definitely reach that question soon.
Wow, you’re amazing. Huh? But why are you this good?
Once that question came out, it was over. In every sense.
So there was only one solution.
I had to scramble his brain so thoroughly he wouldn’t have the presence of mind to ask.
I sped up the hand stroking his shaft.
The hand that had been teasing the head dropped lower to grab his balls.
They were especially sensitive, so I kneaded them even more carefully than before.
The cool, squishy texture in my palm wasn’t something I could call pleasant even as flattery.
Still, it seemed plenty good for Theo. His face had visibly relaxed.
Looking up at him from below like this, he actually looked kinda ugly. Normally he’s got that classic protagonist handsome face, too.
“Ah. Something came out.”
While I’d been diligently servicing him, a clear bead of fluid had welled up at the tip.
“It’s called precum.”
“Oh. This stuff?”
Of course I knew. How could I not?
Still, I pretended I didn’t. That made me sound more like a virgin, right?
Not that I had any particular reason to act innocent for Theo’s sake.
I just didn’t want to be misunderstood as non-virgin over something I hadn’t even done. That was all.
Judging by his reaction, the act seemed to have landed pretty well.
Heh heh. Hiding a wicked little grin inside, I kept moving my hands.
“……”
Wait, but this…
This fishy smell. The longer I kept breathing it in, the more… how to put it.
It felt like it was stirring something primal…? A weird, unsettling feeling.
Objectively it wasn’t a good smell, but I wanted to keep inhaling it.
Every time I breathed in, something deep in my stomach clenched, like it was asserting its presence.
While I was dazed by that strange sensation, Theo suddenly spoke.
“Nngh! Luna, I’m gonna cum!”
“Huh? Eh? Ehh?”
My reaction was a beat late because I’d spaced out.
I felt his cock swell in my stroking hand. I didn’t need to think hard to know what was rushing up the urethra right now.
By the time I snapped back to attention, the cock was right in front of my face.
I hadn’t even noticed I’d gotten this close, drawn in by the smell without realizing.
The moment I thought “crap,” thick white fluid spurted out right in front of my eyes…
“Mmph…!”
The only thing I could do in that split second was squeeze my eyes shut.
Spurt, spurt…
Every time the cock twitched, semen pumped out and landed heavily across my face.
A few drops of liquid that didn’t even weigh a few grams felt incredibly heavy.
Over my tightly shut eyelids, the bridge of my nose, my cheeks, my lips… my entire face was covered like I’d gotten a semen mask pack.
I’d thought this last time too, but his ejaculation volume is seriously abnormal. Does he have some kind of condition?
Only after the semen coating my face had trickled down my jawline and started dripping onto my chest did the orgasm finally stop.
Finally over.
Just as I let out a breath and started to relax my tense body—
“……?!”
The fire I thought had gone out suddenly flared back up.
The thick, fishy male scent covering my entire face triggered my beastman instincts without permission.
That massive cock—calling it “impressive” didn’t even begin to cover it.
The violent amount of semen that proved his superior reproductive ability.
Completely unrelated to my personal feelings about Theo, my female body recognized a superior male and reacted on its own, growing aroused.
In simpler terms…
“Mmph……!!”
Twitch, twitch.
White-hot pleasure pierced through me.
The excitement I’d been holding back surged again, pushing me straight into climax.
Because I’d let my guard down thinking it was finally over, I came without any chance to resist.
I hugged my own body and trembled.
Until the aftershocks finally faded.
……
Once my body heat had calmed down a little, I reached for the shower head.
My face was still covered in cum. I needed to wash it off somehow.
But when I patted around the floor with my hands, I couldn’t find anything.
I tapped Theo’s knee—or maybe his thigh—with my fingers.
“Luna. What’s wrong?”
I waved my hands in front of my face, miming washing it with the shower.
“Whoa. I mean, I did it, but damn, that really was a lot. So?”
No, forget the commentary—just give me the shower head.
I kept gesturing, but Theo didn’t get it at all.
Is this bastard pretending not to understand on purpose?
Every time I breathed, the male scent kept invading my brain.
Finally, unable to hold back my irritation, I shouted.
“Give me the shower head…! Ptui. I said give it!”
Ah, shit.
Some got in my mouth!
Only then did Theo finally hand over the shower head.
I blasted my face directly with water to wash the semen away. Some of it had already started to dry and wouldn’t come off easily, so I had to scrub with my palms.
Eventually I could open my eyes again.
“……What.”
Theo was looking down at me with an amused expression.
“I dunno, it just seemed funny.”
This asshole?
I went through all that because of him.
Smack!
“Ow!”
I slapped a bright red handprint onto his thigh, full of righteous fury.
Something felt off about the bangs touching my forehead.
When I touched them with my fingers, sticky white semen clung to them…
…Fuck. Seriously.
“Now I have to wash again!!”
“Ah! Ah! Sorry! I’m sorry!”
Even someone as saintly as me couldn’t let this slide.
Justified violence rained down on Theo.
