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Chapter 85: Dickplomacy
Silence blanketed the forest.
Even the wind seemed to hold its breath.
Three Monster Girls stood frozen, staring at Nathan—pants gone, body trembling, cock lowered but pulsing—like a sacred staff capable of cleaving the space between caramel tits.
Domina opened her mouth.
"Nathan, if you do that, you could d—"
"NO!" he shouted, slicing his hand through the air like a preacher parting fog.
"If it doesn’t come out... I will suffer." His right hand touched his chest, like a warrior almost died in battlefield. His voice was soft. Raw.
Livia turned to Velmora.
Velmora didn’t move.
Her eyes were still locked onto Nathan’s shaft as if deciphering ancient hieroglyphs—interpreting future destinies from the curve of his cock.
I’m not lying... I’m being honest. I’m not deceiving them. Nathan told himself.
He bowed his head slightly.
Not out of shame.
But because of weight.
The weight of existence had descended onto his dick.
His cock was no longer private property.
It had become an instrument of need, playing begging melody for the deed.
"A-alright... I’ll help," Domina whispered. Her right hand still rested on Nathan’s shoulder—her left hand slowly reaching for the private blade, already primed for polishing.
Pak—
Nathan slapped her hand away.
A crisp denial.
A boundary made audible.
I can’t just let them do whatever they want... I... I have to direct them!
His masculine soul roared—refusing to descend any lower in the subconscious hierarchy.
"Huh?" Domina frowned, her head tilting slightly. "Why?" her ears twitched.
"You said you’d suffer, right? I was just about to shake your stick," Domina said, eyes fixed on Nathan’s face.
Nathan took a deep breath.
His eyes dropped to his shaft, now pulsing even harder—clearly it had heard the word "shake" and responded with inappropriate enthusiasm.
"It’s not that simple," he muttered.
"I’d actually suffer more if it’s just... get shaking again..."
He lied through his teeth, barely holding it together.
Domina blinked rapidly. "But... if I shake it, the white water still comes out, right? Isn’t that the goal? What’s the difference?"
Damn... I need the right excuse to score a blowjob or a tits job, he thought.
Nathan lowered his gaze, speaking softly.
"It needs... a different kind of movement. If it gets released the same way too often, I... I might die. Like those animals Validia was talking about."
Velmora tilted her head, eyes narrowing slightly.
"Owhh... so that is the different between you and the animals."
"Yeah." Nathan nodded.
Then blinked.
Different from animals? Shit... he muttered internally.
Domina looked down, a little guilty.
"Hmm... so that’s why you didn’t want me to shake it again?"
Nathan sighed.
"Euhmmm..."
He nodded.
Suddenly, Livia stepped forward, one hand raised high like a student with a naughty answer.
"Then I can help! You can rub it in my armpit!!!"
Velmora nodded beside her.
"Me too... I’m ready to help. You can rub it against my scales!"
Nathan stared at them.
Then slowly turned back to Domina.
Nathan looked at the three Monster Girls standing before him.
Livia still had her hand raised high—like a schoolkid waiting for a vaccine.
Velmora stared at him without blinking, like a horny detective catching the scent of fresh pheromones.
Domina remained seated—half ready, half confused.
Nathan exhaled slowly.
If all three of them jump in at once... it’ll be chaos. I’ll lose control. I’ll become their plaything again.
He raised his hand.
"No."
Silence fell instantly.
"I... want to play with Domina first," he said.
His eyes locked onto the rabbit girl in front of him.
"You’ll each have your turn... later. When my white water needs to come out again."
Livia nodded immediately.
"Okay!"
Velmora followed with a gentle nod.
Domina, who had looked confused a moment ago, now seemed calmer.
Her face blushed softly, but she nodded too.
"Okay... I’m ready, Nathan."
Suddenly, Velmora stepped closer to Nathan.
Her eyes lowered to his hand—the one still holding his sweaty, wrinkled pants.
"...Nathan," she whispered.
"Can I... hold that cloth?"
Nathan turned toward her.
"This?" he raised the pants in his hand. 𝖓𝔬𝔳𝖕𝖚𝖇.𝖈𝔬𝔪
Velmora nodded.
"I... I’ll hold it... so you’re not bothered while... doing it..."
Her voice was quiet. Her shoulders trembled. Her face flushed.
"...Sure."
He handed her the pants.
Velmora accepted them gently. She brought them to her face... and inhaled.
Then—
"Sluurppp..."
"..."
Nathan blinked.
Velmora closed her eyes, sucking on the fabric—right on the butt fold.
The sound was soft... but wet.
As if she were slurping the memory of sweat, the taste of a hardworking man’s ass crack.
Nathan muttered, half disturbed, half defeated:
"...Why does a snake have a sweat fetish..."
Livia grinned.
"Hehehe... does it smell good?"
She grabbed the pants too.
Velmora slowly opened her eyes and gave a serious nod.
"Euhm..."
Nathan sighed and turned his eyes back to Domina.
Gulp.
He swallowed hard.
Caramel tits.
No—caramel mommy.
Her whole body was now waiting to be explored.
Nathan looked at Domina from her toes all the way up to her gently twitching ears.
Inside his head, logic and libido were holding an emergency meeting.
But the conclusion was simple.
Just straight up to her pussy. No time for side quest.
He swallowed.
"Domina... let’s do it under the Prunus tree."
Domina looked at him for a moment, then nodded.
"Okay."
No hesitation.
She stood and started walking—her hips swaying naturally, without intent, but the effect on Nathan was like a 3-second looping gif playing endlessly in his brain with no pause button.
They walked toward the massive roots of Prunus Vitalis—
the tree that once healed Nathan’s wounds, and now... might heal another wound, deeper and wetter.
Domina slowly sat down, her gaze still calm.
Nathan crouched in front of her.
"I want to put it... inside that hole," he muttered—half serious, half trembling.
Domina blinked.
"Hmm? But... we already did it, didn’t we? You said not to do same thing too often. The last time your stick entered my hole wasn’t that long ago. If you do it again too soon... you might die."
He went silent.
