Chapter 48
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 48
Chapter Title: Charlotte's Devoted Relief
I grabbed Charlotte's head and thrust my cock as deep as possible into her mouth. Charlotte pursed her lips and took it all in.
Then I came just like that.
"Beee..."
Charlotte opened her mouth wide, showing me the cum pooled inside. Just a tiny bit of watery semen had gathered there.
The moment I started to tell her she could spit it out, Charlotte gulped it all down.
"Next up, the balls. I'll lick them clean."
The itch in my cock finally eased. Cumming so refreshingly had cut my shame down to size, too.
My spent cock hung limp, slathered in Charlotte's saliva.
"You didn't have to swallow that."
"It's Father's precious seed. I can't just spit it out carelessly."
She brushed it off like I was talking nonsense. I couldn't hold back my embarrassment and thanked her properly.
"...Thanks, Charlotte."
"For what?"
"For helping me out like this..."
Was the pain from the itch really that bad?
Charlotte's devotion hit me right in the feels. I didn't even want to think about what might've happened without her.
Charlotte smirked like it was no big deal.
"Father. I'm just doing what needs doing. You needed help, so I'm helping. No need for thanks."
"I wanted to say it anyway."
"You must be getting sentimental after seeing Celine today."
"......"
Charlotte was the spitting image of Celine. Not a trace of Count Pigmon's blood anywhere.
That's why I resented her sometimes. And felt grateful, too.
My emotions kept swinging wild.
'What would Celine have done?'
Would Celine have done this for me if I asked? If I told her the itch was driving me insane, would she lick my dirty hole?
I'd suck Celine's hole for her. But Celine...
'A knight like her? She'd flat-out refuse, saying no way.'
All while slurping Count Pigmon's asshole like a dog. Just to score some drugs.
My mood soured for no good reason. I snapped curtly at Charlotte's words.
"It's the itch."
"I know."
Charlotte took my hand and guided me.
"Father, lie down."
"Why?"
"It'll be more comfortable that way."
"......"
I was the one getting helped here. Whatever position she wanted was fine.
Still, it felt embarrassing somehow.
"Lift your legs."
"...This feels off. Something's not right."
Is it normal for a guy to lie there with his legs spread like a girl?
My brain kept throwing up doubts. Resistance hit me late, but hard.
Not just flat on my back, but flipped like a frog. Missionary style, waiting for penetration...
I grumbled about the discomfort, and Charlotte waved it off.
"Father. It's fine. It just feels unfamiliar, that's all. Nothing weird about it."
She pressed gently on my thighs to adjust the pose.
"Hook your arms under your knees to hold your legs steady. That'll be even better."
"...No way. I'm not doing it. Looks weird no matter how you slice it. Your idea sealed the deal."
I dropped my legs in a hurry. Too mortifying to hold.
"Father, to lick from under the balls all the way to the taint, that position's easier."
"...Can we skip that spot for now?"
"You'll end up doing it anyway. Better knock it out in one go, right? I don't mind repeating it, but you look like you'd suffer."
"I'll tough it out."
No matter how I looked at it, this was wrong. Spreading my legs in front of a girl?
The itch's agony must've clouded my judgment for a second there.
"All right, then. If that's how you want it."
Charlotte went along with me. Her promise to skip anything I hated was holding up longer than I thought.
Slurp, slurp.
"Eut..."
Charlotte buried her face in my crotch. She lifted my cock aside and licked every crease and fold.
The itch smothering my balls eased up a little.
"...Better?"
"Yeah, uh-huh. Symptoms are improving, but..."
A little iffy. Not fully gone.
Not enough spit?
Slurp, slurp.
Like she read my mind, Charlotte doubled down, licking my balls with even more focus. Mother cats didn't groom their kittens half this thoroughly.
"Charlotte..."
Slurp, slurp. Slurrrp!
She engulfed my cock. Licked the balls while sucking me off.
Slurrrrp, slurrrrp!
My hard cock vanished into Charlotte's mouth, only to pop back out, over and over.
She bobbed her head furiously, devouring my cock like a starving beast. Cheeks puffed out comically, she went to town.
"Ah, lick below some more..."
The itch beat out any pleasure. While she sucked my cock, the balls started itching worse.
I shoved her head back quick and thrust my balls at her. Charlotte spat out my cock with a pop! and swallowed the balls whole.
Tiny, precious balls, but barely a mouthful for her.
"Owaa..."
With my balls in her mouth, she rolled them gently like candy on her tongue. The itch melted away in a rush.
Licking the surface was one thing, but soaking them in saliva worked way better.
"Charlotte, thanks. It's good now."
"Glad to hear it."
A strand of my pubes clung to Charlotte's lips. Too wrapped up in helping, she hadn't noticed.
I peeled it off for her.
"Thank you. On to the next."
"...Next, huh."
Last spot standing: my ass. Not like the cock or balls—couldn't fix this from the outside.
To kill the itch, something had to go in: tongue, finger, whatever.
"Tongue first, for now."
"...Yeah, please."
I got on all fours in front of her, ass out. The cat pose even felt routine now.
Starting to get used to it.
Didn't mean the shame vanished. It still surged up huge—if I could, I'd crawl into a hole right then.
'Gotta survive. Dying over this? People would lose it.'
My "adaptation" boiled down to rationalizing. Easier excuses now.
Just thrashing to cut the damage any way I could.
Slurp, slurp!Smooch, smooch, smooch!
"Uu, uuk...!"
Charlotte planted her face right in my ass. No hesitation—she stuck out her tongue and went at it.
Thanks to those one or two prior rounds?
The penetration came faster this time. My asshole gave way way too easy.
"Cha, rlotte...!"
"Father. I'll give it my all."
She gripped my cheeks and yanked them apart hard. Dizzying stretch.
Then rammed her stiff tongue straight in. Soft and hot, her breath worming deep alongside it.
"Eup! Hnng...!"
Hated making noise. But holding back the moans? Impossible. My body vented the breath on autopilot.
Smooch, smooch, smooch! Slurp, slurrp!
Her tongue plunged in and out. Deep thrusts, then withdrawals, over and over.
Every spot it touched lost its itch.
"Better now?"
"...N, not deep enough... inside, it didn't reach..."
"Got it."
Charlotte wiped the spit from her mouth and said it plain.
"No choice, then. Hand it is."
"......"
"Can I stick a finger in Father's asshole?"
No other play. For the cure, I nodded.
"Sit facing me."
"...Can't we keep it like this?"
Ass-out beat staring her in the face. Cat pose let me kid myself it was just "treatment."
"I need to watch your reactions to pinpoint the itch. Find the source and rub it out."
"......"
She had a point. But my head wasn't there yet.
Then Charlotte leaned in, eyes piercing. Accusing stare.
"Father, you having dirty thoughts or something?"
"...Huh?"
"If not, why twist my suggestion like that? I'm busting my ass to treat your itch."
"......"
She tsked her tongue and kept going.
"Don't turn my help into fuel for your fantasies."
"...What the hell? I wouldn't."
Unfair as shit. I was hurting worst from this itch.
Swallowed my pride, begged a girl for it.
"Really? Then sit facing me already."
"......"
"Oh, and spread your legs wide as you can."
Charlotte slicked her middle and ring fingers with spit as she said it.