Painting Lydia's Body (3)
I stripped off my clothes in a flash first. I figured Lydia might hesitate if I stayed dressed. I proudly displayed my limp cock.
Lydia's gaze lingered on my lower half for a while.
"A guy's thing looks so weird. This is it when it's big?"
"You think this looks big? When I get excited, it swells up three times this size."
"Whoa..."
"You gonna strip or what?"
"N-no one's around, right?"
"Nope."
Lydia fidgeted with her hands for a moment before finally shrugging off her cloak. Her entire body, wrapped head to toe in white bandages, came into view. The bandages followed her curves, giving a clear outline of her figure at a glance. Undeniably feminine. Her modestly protruding breasts, slim waist, and flared hips made me twitch a little visually.
"H-here goes."
"Want me to help?"
"No. Just grab this end and unwind."
"You're pretty handy at this—do it every day, huh?"
The bandages started unraveling from her head. Down to her jaw. Her chest. Her navel. And lower still. My eyes widened as they traced her naked form.
In a bad way.
Oh god.
This is...
Watching her unwind the bandages, my half-erect cock went completely limp.
This was tougher than I thought. Way uglier than I'd imagined. Enough to kill my arousal dead.
That fucking dragon bastard.
"All done."
Lydia, now completely bare—her skin patchy like it'd been gnawed on, bald spots showing through—shyly covered her breasts.
"What now...?"
Gulp.
Could I even get it up? How the hell was I supposed to get hard looking at that?
Lydia's exposed skin was in a truly wretched state. Who could rise to that? Hell, one nipple was even missing—just a mangled scar.
"C-come here."
"Okay..."
I stood by the campfire and pulled her into a warm embrace. Her bare skin radiated cozy heat.
"Heh heh."
"What's so funny?"
"Feels nice being held by someone."
I lightly stroked her back. My hand didn't glide smoothly—instead, it caught on scar ridges, bumpy all the way.
"You ever kissed?"
"No."
"Close your eyes."
"Okay..."
Her lips, tense like a nervous girl's, met mine softly. I needed to get hard somehow, and kissing might help. I sucked on her tongue and lips, guiding her hand to my cock.
"Stroke it while we kiss."
"Okay."
Lydia knew zilch about sex, so she just followed orders with a simple "okay." Her cool hand touched my cock. Eyes closed, kissing while she jerked me—it was better. I felt a response.
My fingers delved between her thighs, rubbing her clit. Rough breaths escaped her lips.
"Hah... feels good."
"See why people do it?"
"Mmm..."
"Stick a cock in your pussy, and it's even better."
"Put it in."
"Now?"
"Yeah."
"Too soon. Let's foreplay a bit first."
My cock wasn't fully hard yet. Halfway there, but it wouldn't stand taller. What the hell, dick?
Truth was, I was tired. Worked all day, fucked Hazel twice at noon—my stamina was drained. Plus, the visual stimulus sucked. No arousing view in sight. I was forcibly dragging my sunken libido back up.
"Books said it gets rock-hard, but why's this all floppy and weak?"
"Not hard yet."
"Does it usually take this long?"
"I'm tired today, so it's slow. Help me. Squat in front."
I gave her a crash course in oral and had her suck me.
"Mmm... better."
Oral's the best. My cock hardened in her mouth. Lydia looked up at me from below, amused.
"Slurp, smack, sluuuurp. Guess we gotta get married now?"
"Hey... don't say that. I'm never marrying again. Just girlfriends from now on."
"Scared after getting divorced and kicked out?"
"Who said that? It was mutual."
As we bantered with her sucking away, my cock finally stood rigid.
But today wasn't the day. Exhaustion hit hard—I figured I'd cum quick and call it. It was hard enough, but rigidity was meh; it'd probably shrink mid-fuck. Then I'd struggle to get it up again. Better to wrap it up.
Sorry, Lydia, but tomorrow it is.
"Lydia. Stop sucking and lie down."
"We're doing it?"
"Yeah."
Sex? Nah—gonna paint your body with cum.
Lydia lay swiftly on the grass.
"Just lie there?"
"Yeah, stay put."
Standing over her, I gazed at her tits and jerked fast.
That's a breast. Woman's breast. Not scars. Not scars. Pretty tits...!
Handjob meant no hassle—quick finish planned.
"Why alone? Sex is together, right?"
"I'll explain later. Hey, where to cum? Where do you want treated first? Face?"
"Hmm... hands?"
"Hands?"
"Hate showing scars when trading stuff. Hands get used a lot. Face I can bandage."
"You bandage hands too."
"Fingertip by fingertip takes forever and sucks. Plus, wet hands mean rewrap."
"Got it. Cup your hands and hold 'em out."
Thanks to her warm-up blowjob, ejaculation built in under a minute.
Stroke stroke stroke! Stroke!
"Cumming...! Lydia! Hands!"
"H-here!"
I aimed at her palms and unleashed.
Splurt!
"Kyaa...! Professor's dick spit something weird!"
Lydia flinched, then giggled.
I squeezed out the last drop onto her palms.
"This cum? Weird."
"Don't spill—spread it like lotion."
"Eww... slimy and sticky, feels gross."
"Good for the body."
Lydia smeared it evenly over both hands as instructed. We watched.
"Huh?"
It worked as expected.
"Skin's improving...!"
Her open palms trembled faintly. Burn scars faded before our eyes.
Lydia stared at me in disbelief. Her lips quivered; eyes welled up.
"Not a dream? Really not a dream!"
"Nope."
"Hic!"
We embraced fiercely.
"Now we know the treatment—start full-on tomorrow."
"Thank you! So much! Hic!"
The despairing girl had hope again. Thanks to my cum.
The next afternoon, I lay prone on a hill overlooking the goblin cave. Lydia was with me, stroking her now smooth, clean hand backs with a smile.
"Only once yesterday, so drench me today."
"Skipped Hazel for it. Got an earful calming her."
"Good boy."
I'd managed my body max today. Ate cock-boosting foods since morning. Pushed hard tasks to later.
"But... probably only three, four times max."
"Eh? That's it? Professor's weak. You're the hero, right?"
"All guys are like that."
"Okay, do your best."
Lydia patted my ass.
"Once I'm healed, I'll be a proper wife."
"Don't say wife. Gives me chills."
"Why? Could happen. Aww~ you love it."
"Sudden aegyo? Cut it. Doesn't suit you."
Lydia was so thrilled she was hyper—uncharacteristic chatter and cuteness annoying me.
I got it, but still.
"Shh, there it is."
"Saw it. Whoa, look at that. Tons of other goblins."
"All female goblins. Look at those tits..."
A grin spread on my face. The male goblin lured out by meat bait was king—five females fawning over him, honey dripping from their eyes. Must've aced last night.
"No need to watch more."
No room for two suns under heaven.
I sat up, nocked my prepared bow, drew.
Twang!
The swift arrow pierced the male's forehead.
Thud.
As he fell, females panicked.
"Why kill it? Observations done?"
"Yep. Let's go."
Semen volume booster.
I uncapped it walking through the woods and chugged.
"Ahh."
Emptied, tossed the bottle.
"Gotta test quick."
"What was that?"
"Potion to make you happy."
I grabbed her ass, kneaded hard. Unlike yesterday, my cock throbbed already. Just watching Lydia walk and smile nearly made it stand.
