Nathan gripped his shaft with his right hand—firmly, but not confidently.
His hold was loose, his rhythm awkward.
His cock—glistening like an electric eel soaked in monster juice and holy water—throbbed faintly in his hand.
Wet. Slippery.
But not the good kind of wet.
More like synthetic meat from a mad scientist's failed experiment.
A faint squelch echoed each time his hand moved.
It wasn't just wet—it was bubbly, as if his shaft had brewed a horny potion overnight.
Tiny bubbles slid down the vein.
Nathan looked down.
Why did it look like it was blinking back at him?
Did it… wink?
"Why does it feel like I'm being watched… when it's just those two?" he muttered, glancing at Validia and Morvessa.
His ears picked up rustling in the bushes. Validia was standing right next to him. Morvessa in front. Velmora in the distance.
And… through the leaves, two caramel breasts shimmered with sweat.
Nathan swallowed hard.
He kept stroking—slower, more clumsy now.
