The Master's Reluctant Remedy
Yes, this was medical treatment. "Child. There is one thing I must ask of you."
"What... is it?"
Cecil had taken aim and was on the verge of slipping into the fully loosened crevice, softened overnight in its brine, when Ariel stopped her. The warmth wrapping around the tip made her hips twitch, but she held back.
"If it feels like it's coming, pull out."
"Why is that?"
Ariel hesitated for a moment. She wasn't sure if this homunculus's ignorance was intentional or simply a lack of communication.
"It's to maximize the therapeutic effect. Make sure to release it somewhere else."
It wasn't a lie. Cecil nodded as if she understood, and in that instant, her twitching rod nudged into the crevice, the head barely pushing inside.
"Haah!?"
Asha let out a sweet, high-pitched cry from that alone. Her body, reduced to pure instinct, began clenching at the entrance as if craving more.
"Now, let us begin."
"Understood... ma'am."
Cecil thrust her rod in. A squelching sound echoed as Asha's crevice stretched wide to accommodate the massive girth. A moan mingled with sweetness and pain burst from her heat-flushed lips. No foreplay needed—her already molten inner walls welcomed Cecil's shaft. With a wet schlurp, their flesh met, and Asha climaxed once more, soaking Cecil's body. Her lower belly bulged outward.
She gripped the bedsheet tightly, as if refusing to fly away.
"Ngh... hngh...!"
Beast-like groans escaped as she crested the peak, but it still wasn't enough. Cecil pulled her hips back. The tip of her rod scraped along Asha's insides as it withdrew slowly. Fluids squirted out again.
"Mmm..."
Ariel watched from the side, taking it all in. As Cecil drove forward again, Asha's distended belly protruded visibly. Cecil started slow, but soon her dazed expression gave way to frantic hip-thrusts. The coupling looked almost violent, and Ariel swallowed hard.
She knew of male-female intercourse, but nothing this ferocious.
Asha endured several pistoning strokes, climaxing multiple times already. Where flesh slapped flesh, wet smacks mingled with sloppy squelches. Asha's repeated releases filled the air. The room soon thickened with a sticky, sweet scent. Strangely, Ariel didn't find it unpleasant. It reminded her of the sweetness that had tickled her nose upon waking.
Then a odd detail struck her. She recalled something smeared on Asha's lower belly when she first stirred—a thick, white substance.
Ariel stroked her chin, lost in thought. From the homunculus? No, that couldn't be. It had a musky fishiness. The homunculus's emissions were clear and odorless.
Then... me?
Ariel hurriedly felt her own mound. Flat as always, of course—she wasn't a dual-sexed being like the homunculus.
Then she remembered: in her half-sleep, something rubbing against her, a refreshing sensation. Could it be?
"Hnnng...!"
Asha's moan snapped Ariel back. How much time had passed? Asha, no longer strong enough to clutch the sheets, dangled limply, hips lifted high—suspended mid-air by Cecil's rod. The sheets were drenched; Cecil panted roughly.
Suddenly, Cecil looked to Ariel. The elf flinched under her gaze.
"A-Asha-nim's... master."
"...What is it?"
"Cecil... it's about to come... W-where should I... release it?"
"Hm... For now, on the floor—"
"Asha-nim would hate that..."
Ariel sensed deep worry and sorrow in Cecil's words. It seemed the homunculus's devotion to her disciple was genuine. Feeling a measure of relief, Ariel moved.
"I'll fetch a beaker from Asha's workshop. Just hold on a bit."
"Y-yes... Understood. Cecil will endure..."
Replying to Ariel, Cecil buried deep and froze. Any more movement might diminish the treatment's efficacy.
Ariel slipped from the bedroom. In Asha's workshop, she grabbed the largest empty beaker and hurried back. Recalling the volume her disciple had collected before, it seemed appropriate.
Returning to the sticky-aired bedroom, she saw Cecil flushed and pressed against Asha, right at her limit.
Ariel placed it beside Cecil. "Here, child. Release into this."
"Y-yes... ma'am..."
At Ariel's words, Cecil slowly withdrew. But she'd overlooked one thing: Asha's inner walls clung desperately to the retreating rod. For Cecil, barely holding on, it was a death sentence.
Not fully out of the crevice, ejaculation began. Glurp, glurp—Cecil looked to Ariel, face twisted in tears and ecstasy.
"A-Asha-nim's master... Th-this is bad..."
"Pull out now!"
Cecil yanked back at Ariel's shout. The white fluid, staining the sheets, soon filled the beaker. Watching it splash violently, Ariel paled slightly.
...She'd never witnessed an ejaculation like that.
Turning, she took in her disciple's pitiful state: hips thrust up, thick white globs dripping from her crevice. Fortunately, most had spilled from the tip—nothing too deep.
Leaving Cecil in post-climax haze, Ariel approached Asha with the beaker. Before absorption, she dipped fingers into the crevice, scooping out the semen.
Asha twitched each time... but no helping it. Ariel continued scraping.
Yet Asha remained unsatisfied, mind adrift. Her pale face flushed, breaths ragged with moans. Just strengthless, that's all—if she had any, she'd be fingering herself.
Ariel pondered. Entrusting to the homunculus again would repeat the vicious cycle. Last time worked because the aphrodisiac was milder.
Gazing at panting Asha, Ariel reached for the beaker.
...For the treatment.
If her guess held... it would grow. She scooped more than yesterday—colorless, odorless, tasteless, but hot unlike the workshop's stock. It slid down her throat with a gulp.
Then, an itch. Precisely above her crevice—the spot from her doze.
Soon enough... it sprouted on Ariel, Cecil-sized.
"...Truly bizarre."
Not as monstrous as Cecil's, but plenty intimidating. Shaking her head, Ariel approached Asha.
If her theory was right, this emitted normal semen, not Cecil's unique fluid. The musky scent was her only clue, but she trusted it. Pregnancy risk? Potions could handle that.
...This is unavoidable for treatment. Forgive me, Asha.
With a somber face, Ariel aligned her new rod with Asha's crevice. But it wasn't easy—the slick entrance kept slipping away.
"Hnn..."
Asha gained a spark of pleasure, moaning softly. Ariel felt an odd sensation from the unfamiliar girth.
After tries, she penetrated. Asha's warm depths enveloped her fully. Ariel shook her head fiercely—arousing thoughts bubbled up.
Soon, a stiff expression laced with pleasure, she began thrusting. But rigidity melted fast to bliss.
For the first time as an elf, Ariel unwittingly rocked her hips. The silver lining: Asha regained her senses.
The rest was disaster.
The three gathered for a late lunch, unable to meet eyes. Asha could barely sit upright. Only Cecil beamed.
"Asha-nim! You're not suffering anymore!"
"...Y-yeah."
No... I'm plenty tormented.
Across from her, Ariel cradled her face in self-loathing. The awkward silence stretched long.