Liend stared at it, head still throbbing—though the sharper pain came from behind his cock, pulsing harder with every second.
He exhaled shakily and closed the cupboard, pushing the thought aside as he turned toward the door and opened it.
"Liend."
The voice called out—light, warm, brimming with joy.
He looked up.
There she was—Kiana—sitting calmly on a chair, peeking at him from behind the open panel of her laptop. Her lips curved into a soft smile, her eyes filled with serenity and warmth.
"You woke up soon," she said, voice casual, affectionate.
Liend didn't reply. He simply looked back at her, forcing a faint smile. His legs staggered slightly beneath him—the pain behind his cock still gnawing at him, making each step difficult.
He barely managed to cross the room before lowering himself into the chair in front of her, landing with a heavy exhale.
"The pain... woke me up," Liend said quietly.
Kiana glanced back at him, her expression a strange mix of concern and something unreadable. She moved closer.
"It still hurts?" she asked gently.
Liend nodded.
"Yeah... not so much that I can't move, but..."
He looked down. The shaft hung there—sensitive, exposed. If anything so much as brushed the tip, a sharp flare would shoot through him, straight to his mind.
He sighed, lifting his gaze again.
"It's still there."
Kiana nodded slowly, a look of understanding crossing her face. She stepped around behind him.
Liend sat still in the chair as she leaned in from the side, her face close to his—watching, worried.
"It hurts too much?" she murmured.
Her fingers reached forward, cautious.
They brushed against it—soft, deliberate—curling lightly from underneath, her touch slow as she gently lifted it.
"Here?" Kiana asked softly.
Liend gave a slight nod—then quickly shook his head.
"No..." he mouthed.
Kiana hummed in quiet understanding.
"Here then?" she asked again, her fingertip brushing lightly along the side of the tip.
Liend grunted, breath catching.
"Mom..." he winced, a flicker of pain sparking through him.
Kiana paused, pulling her hand back, fingers trailing lower—back along the sensitive skin. Her expression was unreadable as she studied his face.
"Does it hurt too much?" she asked again, her voice low and careful.
"Just the tip," Liend replied.
"It hurts... when you touch it."
Kiana nodded, gaze lowering to the shaft—still trembling slightly, a faint involuntary twitch running through it.
She seemed to understand.
Then looked back up at him, her voice sweet, composed, and calm.
"Liend," Kiana said gently.
He turned, eyes meeting hers—still fogged by pain and confusion.
"I might know how to fix it..." she continued, voice low.
Liend blinked, unsure.
"Wouldn't a doctor be better?" he asked, voice cautious.
But Kiana looked down, slowly shaking her head.
"No," she whispered.
His expression faltered—caught somewhere between suspicion and uncertainty.
"What?" he asked.
Kiana didn't answer immediately. She reached up, removed her glasses, and looked at him—uncertain how to explain what she meant. Her smile was faint, distant.
"Liend," she said again, quieter now.
"I do know how to fix it."
"Better than any doctor. They'd just put you on pills, or cut you open in the name of a check-up."
Her voice hung in the air, tinged with something both reassuring and unsettling.
Liend stared at her—unsure, hesitant.
"But..."
Kiana lifted a finger and gently pressed it against Liend's lips, silencing him.
"Nope," she whispered.
Her gaze met his. Steady. Calm.
"You do know," she said softly.
Then, slowly, her finger traced upward—gliding along the side of his face.
"That after you and Mommy..."Her voice trailed, her eyes drifting downward—toward his lap.
"After it happened... right?"
Liend hesitated, confused by her tone, but still nodded.
"Y-Yeah?" he said, unsure of where she was taking this.
"Then..." Kiana whispered, her finger now drifting down from his temple, slowly tracing over his chest in a lazy, circling motion.
"You must know... Mommy meant to do it."
She brought her face closer to Liend, her breath brushing softly against his skin as she whispered,
"This way... Mommy even know the cure for it..."
Her lips inched closer—barely apart—as she added,
"And how it'll make you feel... even better than before, when doing Mommy."
Then, without pause, she sealed his lips—pressing tight against his, claiming them—as her fingers slid downward, trailing along his skin, reaching his shaft.
Inside, her tongue searched for his—finding it, hungry.
Outside, her fingers curled around him—slowly, tightly—drawing a single stroke, deliberate, from base to tip.
At the very peak, her grip shifted.
She gave him a slow, deliberate squeeze—just as her tongue pressed deeper into his mouth, exploring, claiming, just as much as her hand below.
Liend buckled—hard—as he came, spurting onto the edge beneath the table, the rest soaking into the chair beneath him.
"See..." Kiana murmured, pulling back, watching him—Liend panting, desperate for air.
She leaned away, tasting the lingering trace of him on her lips, then wiped it slowly with a finger—eyes never leaving him.
"Isn't it much easier now?" she whispered, gaze drifting toward the large spray below the table—the thick trail along the edge, the glistening patches soaked into the seat beneath him.
She smiled, voice soft.
"It's easier now, isn't it?"
Her eyes lowered—watching his cock tremble, twitching still with the aftershocks—before lifting back up to meet his gaze.
"You'd be able to get so much deeper inside me," Kiana whispered.
"You could shoot even more—inside," she smiled, voice low and teasing.
"You won't be able to hold back anymore... it'll be much better for you."
As she spoke, she slowly draped her arm around Liend's neck, leaning in—her breath grazing his ear.
"Isn't it, Liend?"
Liend gasped—no answer on his lips, only the trembling of his body. His cock no longer obeyed him—releasing at even the slightest build-up, without warning.
Thoughts raced through his head, but nothing formed clearly—nothing he could say.
Then, Kiana's voice returned—soft and smiling, her lips close to his ear.
"I'm sure..." she whispered, her fingers sliding down—gliding toward his overly sensitive, still-spent cock.
"You must be thinking..." Kiana murmured, draping a finger along his shaft, slowly curling it into her hand.
"How you couldn't control it..." she whispered.
"How it just sprayed... without you even being able to—pull it back."
Her voice slid against his ear as her fingertips traced down, touching the underside of the glans—light, teasing.
"And most of all..." she continued, just as Liend let out a strained grunt—
"Ugh..."
"You're wondering... how you'll last now."
She massaged the tip gently—slow, deliberate—drawing another tremble from him as he gritted his teeth, overwhelmed by the aftershocks.
Kiana smiled at the reaction, her hand giving one more tight, focused squeeze.
"Don't worry..." she purred, pressing her cheek to his, her eyes locked on his twitching, helpless cock.
"Mommy has solutions."
"All of them," she whispered.
Kiana tilted her head, eyes on him—watching as Liend trembled, his body shaking slightly from the lingering ache. Still, she continued brushing the tip—fingers slow, unrelenting—sending a flicker of sharp sensation through him.
"A little pain..." she murmured, biting softly at his ear.
"You can take that much—for Mommy's pleasure, right?"
Her voice melted into a whisper, just as her fingers danced again—light and cruel. And through that delicate torment, Liend shuddered—and came again. Not as hard this time, but still spilling.
Kiana smiled, pulling back slightly, eyes drifting down as the second release hit the carpet—thick, quiet, final.
"That much... for Mommy," she said sweetly,
"you can tolerate that, right?"
Below her, Liend only grunted—eyes unfocused, breath shaky.
He stared at the edge of the table... then the floor.
Somewhere in his mind, a question lingered—uncertain, quiet, aching:
Was any of this okay?