Kurus blinked at his disobedient appendages as he shifted into his human form.
"Sorry, Little Miss, that happens when I wake up."
He sat up, stretching his body.
I also sat up and repeated after him, stretching my arms, "It...it happens to all of us."
The line of his muscles met me at my eye level, the large slash scar across his chest made me wonder what monster could do that.
"Sweetheart's father," he answered my unasked question, "There's always someone stronger than you. Don't forget that."
"..." He talked to me as if I was some strong warrior, not a weakling who could barely run up the mountain.
Being surrounded by these people must have made Kurus lose perspective of how strong he really was.
I saw how he effortlessly used his tail to flick a massive alligator during a soak in the lake like a fly. Its bones cracked under his strength, killing it. It was the dinner for the day, where I was yet again made fun of.
They said how rarely these animals approached them, but they were attracted by me like crazy.
Even this morning, they were on the hunt, they placed me in the middle of the clearing, and the animals came like moths to the light. It was... I didn't even have the words to describe how I felt about it.
They viewed my weaknesss as an asset, something they could use to make their life easier.
They made fun of each other too, so I didn't feel singled out, and they were just jokes, so I laughed along.
But it was a bit hard to take it when they were so... perfect. The group was made of the strongest, smartest, fastest, and most beautiful people. Why did they even bother to keep me around? Wouldn't I just slow them down?
Kurus noticed my downcast face, "They are not that scary," his gaze moved to his crotch, probably thinking that I was afraid of his morning problem, "They will go down after I take care of them."
Huh? Why would a male take care of himself when he had... wait.
There was only Madam for nine males.
How in the world did they manage their heat?
And how in the world Madam survived nine males?
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Kurus began to stroke himself, moving the skin of his two morning problems up and down.
I could see them getting bigger, harder, and more veiny. They were getting slick with something, the more he stroked, the wetter they were getting.
I gulped, "Can I help?"
I had to be more proactive and show initiative. It was just a natural occurrence. Nothing to be embarrassed about.
He nodded and showed me how he liked it.
He grabbed one while I grabbed the other.
My mouth watered at the thought of licking and sucking, but Kurus didn't ask for it and I was afraid to do something wrong.
"You are not going to touch yourself?" he asked.
I widened my eyes. "Touch... touch myself?" I asked. "In front of you? Is that...okay?"
He nodded, and I carefully spread my legs, my dress sliding down my tights.
I watched his reaction to make sure that he truly didn't mind.
I began to stroke myself too, my lids fluttering as pleasure coursed through me. The more I rubbed, the more slick I produced, making it easier to slide my fingers over my folds.
Our eyes were locked on our lower parts, observing each other's movements. He was getting harder, and I was getting wetter.
"Spread wider," he said, laying me on my back.
I couldn't stop touching myself, and he didn't seem to mind. I felt my face heat up, my breathing more labored.
I arched my back as I inserted a finger inside me, moaning softly. I wanted him to put his there too, to touch me, but he didn't. He only watched, his hand working on himself faster.
"Add another one," he instructed; I obeyed. "And another one," he said, and I did.
My insides clenching around my three fingers as I thrust them in and out of me, "Haah...haah," I panted quietly, bitting my bottom lips, feeling my walls tighten around them.
"Are you close?" he asked, and I nodded, my toes curling and my legs shaking, "Me too," he said, and I watched in awe as his release spurted out of him and landed on the floor. He was breathing heavily, his body tensing before relaxing again.
He looked at me, "Now you."
"Ah...haah," I moaned when his thumb rubbed against the bud above my little hole.
"Ngh... ah, don't... I'm... ah," I cried out when his thumb grazed a sweet spot, my hips bucking off the floor.
"Here?" he asked.
I nodded desperately, feeling myself getting closer and closer
"Ngh, hah, haah, nnngh!"
My eyes snapped shut when the pleasure reached its peak and exploded inside me.
My legs twitched as I collapsed back onto the bed, my body feeling limp and heavy. I panted, trying to catch my breath.
That was the first time I had ever touched myself in front of someone else, and it felt amazing. So much better than when I did it alone.
I could feel my face burning with embarrassment, but I didn't regret it at all. Not one bit.
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