I'll Soothe Your Cock♡
“Hhk… haah… hah…”
I caught my breath, and little by little the shattered pieces of my reason began to fit back together. The moment I looked down—
“Yu…an…?”
—and saw Yuan’s face and body completely soaked and smeared with my urine…
“Ah… ah… uwaaaaah…”
For some reason a strange satisfaction at having marked my territory washed over me, tangled together with a shame and guilt so intense I could barely stand it.
“I-I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…! Ah… wh-what do I… do…”
The climax had been so violent that my bladder emptied itself completely. I had pissed all over him.
All over Yuan’s face.
Every fluid that had come out of my body was dripping down his, and the sharp ammonia reek of urine mixed with the sour, sticky scent of my juices and the tide of my orgasm hung thick in the air.
It was strangely arousing.
The fact that I had dirtied my precious Yuan with my own thick waste and fluids.
The fact that I had marked every inch of his clean, pure body with my scent.
Ah—what am I even thinking right now.
I guess a beast’s instincts really can’t be helped. Even in a situation like this, some part of me was still instinctively happy.
“I-It’s okay. We can just wash it off. I’m fine.
Um… I’d like to clean up, though… Could you take me to the water?”
Yuan said it with a faint smile.
“Ah… a-ah… yes!”
Yuan… his expression looked oddly irritated.
Of course he was annoyed. Of course he was disgusted.
When he stood, he limped.
His ankle still hadn’t healed…
Because of me…
A crushing wave of guilt slammed into me.
I love him… I love him… I’m only doing this because I love him…
I had used that pathetic, disgusting excuse—
Crrrack—
—when I twisted his ankle.
When his beautiful face twisted in pain.
And the old me had felt a sick thrill watching it.
Ghhk—!
Yuan’s scream.
Ah… ah… thinking about it now is unbearable.
I’m the worst. A monster like me.
If Yuan hadn’t forgiven me…
“Dragon?”
His voice snapped me back. I looked up.
“I… walk pretty slowly right now. Could you… maybe carry me?”
Yuan asked shyly.
His right ankle was still splinted.
Because of me.
I didn’t just have to carry him on my back. I could hold him properly.
I pulled my panties back on, strode over, and gently gathered him into my arms.
Then, cradling him in a princess carry, I headed for the stream.
A little ways from the cave, clear water ran between the rocks. The spot I always used for bathing. I brought Yuan there.
When I set him down, he smiled brightly.
“Wow, the water’s so clear.”
He unwrapped the splint I had fixed for him and the cloth I had bound around his wrist.
“…!”
When the cloth came off, a pale scar showed on his wrist.
A long, straight line from the base of his palm all the way up.
The scar from when I had dug my claws in deep.
That twisting, gut-churning guilt came flooding back.
In the end I had left a scar on him.
Yuan had kept the cloth wrapped around it this whole time… so I wouldn’t see it.
I couldn’t meet his eyes. I hung my head.
He limped closer.
“It’s okay. My ankle’s almost better, and this scar on my wrist… I didn’t really want to show you, but… well, having a scar means you survived the wound, right? Don’t you think? Hehe.”
He smiled at me so gently.
“…I’m sorry.”
I still couldn’t lift my head properly under the weight of the apology.
“Are the nails you pulled out… growing back? I’ve been worried.”
He pointed at my hands.
Hm… I hadn’t checked.
Looking carefully at my fingertips, I saw new nails growing in—not the red of my usual claws, but a clear, human color.
And the tips weren’t sharp. They were rounded and neat, just like a human’s.
Just like Yuan’s.
“Oh? They’re growing back without any color. And the shape looks different too…”
He looked guilty.
No—I actually liked this.
Not the red, sharp claws that hurt him, but round, clear nails that wouldn’t hurt him at all.
“I… really like them. These nails. They look just like a human’s.”
“Ah, then I’m glad. Hehe.”
He said it with relief, then glanced at me a little awkwardly and continued.
“Um… so… could you turn around? I… need to take my clothes off…”
Right. We came here to bathe.
I turned my back and decided to wait until he finished.
Even if I kept sneaking peeks without meaning to.
I peeled off the T-shirt soaked in Dragon’s fluids, then the pants.
There had been so much liquid that even my underwear was drenched.
Ugh… the ammonia smell was strong.
Mixed with the sweet-sour scent of her juices and the tide of her orgasm.
But it wasn’t really unpleasant.
It had come from Dragon’s body, after all.
It didn’t feel bad at all.
She’d been so far gone she pissed herself… which meant her lust had finally been properly satisfied.
Dragon kept glancing at me.
She wasn’t subtle about it at all.
I guess dragon instincts are hard to control.
I stripped off the sticky underwear too.
Then I stepped into the cold stream.
The chill water wrapped around my still-throbbing right ankle and cleared my head a little.
The stream was colder than I expected, and because of that it felt incredibly refreshing.
The heat and stickiness clinging to my body slowly dissolved into the current.
I just stood there for a moment.
The water slid past my legs; the pebbles underfoot shifted softly with the flow.
The valley was quiet. Birdsong and wind mixed only faintly in the distance.
Except for the slightly excited sound of Dragon’s breathing.
Was she getting turned on just from the sound of me bathing?
For now I focused on getting clean.
I cupped water in my hands and slowly poured it over my face.
Forehead, cheeks, throat.
Every time the cold touched me, another corner of my mind settled into place.
I sank a little lower until the water reached my shoulders.
Goosebumps rose as the chill enveloped my skin, but I didn’t mind.
If anything, it sharpened my thoughts.
I washed every inch of myself clean.
Dragon’s fluids, my own sweat, the dirt that had stuck to me—everything rinsed away.
When I climbed out, I looked at the clothes I’d left on the rock.
If I left them wet like this, they would definitely stink.
I picked them up one by one.
First the T-shirt went into the water.
The fabric grew heavy as it drank.
I carefully worked it between both hands.
Swishing it, pressing it with my palms, rinsing again—that was enough.
Next the pants.
They were thicker and held more water, but with slow, patient rinsing they gradually returned to their original texture.
Sunlight on the stream glittered across the ripples.
That light spilled over the clothes and across the backs of my hands.
Finally I rinsed the underwear clean and climbed out.
I wrung everything as dry as I could and put the clothes back on.
They were still damp, but they felt fresh.
“Dragon.”
I tapped her shoulder. Her ears were a little red.
She turned, saw me, and her whole face flushed scarlet.
“Hic…♡”
Ah. Looking at my body told me exactly why.
The white T-shirt was soaked through, so my nipples showed clearly through the fabric.
“Ha… haha… Aren’t you going to wash, Dragon?”
I asked, trying to cover my chest with one arm.
“Th-then I’ll wash too…”
She kept sneaking glances at my nipples while she started undressing.
Every time she peeled off another sweat-soaked layer, a sweet body scent rolled out in waves.
Wait… this isn’t good.
Dragon stripped off even her sweat-damp bra right in front of me without a hint of shame.
Those huge, lewd breasts, glossy with sweat.
For some reason my eyes locked onto them and wouldn’t move.
A thick, sticky scent of skin that clung to the inside of my nose, sweet and filthy.
My lower body grew heavy.
Why. Why.
It never used to be like this…
Ever since Dragon raped me… it was true that her pretty body kept floating into my mind.
Before that, for a guy in his early twenties, I’d been pretty dull about sex. After she forced me, it was like a switch flipped.
Even when I tried not to think about it, dirty thoughts kept coming… I kept getting hard… so about once a day I’d sneak off and jerk off just to deal with it.
But seeing that pretty body again…
Even though I’d already come twice yesterday,
I was hard again.
Those big breasts.
Pink nipples.
That lewd, sweet skin-scent spreading everywhere.
A slim waist, a beautifully flared pelvis, and thighs soft with just the right amount of flesh.
Dragon peeled off even her panties, soaked with sweat or something else entirely.
When they came down, a thick string of fluid stretched between her pussy and the fabric before snapping with a soft tock.
All of that… was juice she’d leaked just now.
While she was peeping at me bathing…
She didn’t seem to notice my blatant staring at all.
She probably hadn’t seen the erection tenting my pants either.
Still completely unaware of my gaze, she stepped into the stream and started washing.
I could hear her carefully cleaning every inch of herself.
My cock stiffened even harder.
What’s wrong with me.
Am I actually a pervert.
About ten minutes later,
Dragon climbed out of the stream with a clean body.
“…!”
And only then did she notice the rigid silhouette jutting against my pants.
“Yu…Yuan…?”
She called my name in flustered surprise.
“I-I’m sorry… I… must be a pervert… I mean… u-uuuh…”
I was so embarrassed and mortified I could only stamp my feet in place.
I’m the worst.
A disgusting pervert like me.
“I’m sorry… really… You’re disgusted, right? I’ll make it go down quick—”
Suddenly—
Whoosh—
In one motion Dragon grabbed both my pants and underwear and yanked them down together.
“Eh…?”
My raging hot cock sprang free into the open air, and a bead of precum welled from the tip.
Dragon stared at it and swallowed hard.
“D-don’t look…! It’s ugly…”
I tried to cover myself with both hands, but…
It was too big. I couldn’t hide it properly.
Having her stare so intently at this uselessly oversized cock was insanely embarrassing.
And the fact that she’d caught me harboring such filthy desire… that was almost worse.
“Yuan.”
“Y-yes?”
“Did looking at my body turn you on? Is that why… it got this big?”
Her direct question made me fumble before I finally answered.
“Y-yes… I’m sorry… really…”
“Then I’ll… help you too.”
“Huh…?”
I didn’t understand. My body trembled.
“I’ll… do for you what you did for me today.
I’ll take care of your lust.”
Dragon continued.
“I’ll soothe your cock.”