Chapter 9: Chapter 9: Please Help Me Aunt "Alright," she said finally. "Tell me, Sol. How can I help you?" her husky voice sending tingles down his spine. Sol’s gaze locked onto hers, his voice a bit ashamed and hesitant as he finally spoke"Y-you need to remove the loincloth from my legs, a-and...and massage that part with your hand." "Your... your manhood?" she whispered, a bit stunned by his request. Sol’s groin throbbed in time with his racing heart, his cock straining further against the confines of his loincloth. "Y-yes, aunt," he said as he pleaded. "P-please...please help me, it hurts." But she still hesitated, and continued to sartre at his raging cock. Her hesitation was explainable, and Sol could hardly blame her. In this primitive culture, private body parts were considered sacred and reserved solely for the union of spouses. But she finally stepped back to him and kneeled down next to him, her fingers hovering uncertainly near the ties of his loincloth. His breath caught in his throat as he watched her, his cock throbbing in anticipation. Finally, she nodded and reached for the loincloth, her fingers deftly untying the knot. As the garment fell away, his rigid cock sprang free, standing at full attention. For a moment, she stared in stunned silence, the magnitude of his size and arousal rendering her speechless, honestly, even Sol was shocked by the size, he hadn’t expected this seemingly frail(by primitive world’s standards) body to hide such a beast. Because it was too damn big, not outrageously big, but still very big. It was a respectable 7-8 inches, but seeing this he felt both excited and relieved. At least in this world he was above average. The air was heavy with tension as Lyra’s eyes traveled the length of his rigid cock, her plush lips parting in wonder. He could practically feel her pupils dilating, her womanly senses seemed to be awakened by the sight of his arousal. His own hands twitched, yearning to reach out and claim those ripe mounds, to bury his face in the sweet valley between them. As she tentatively reached out to touch him, his breath quickened, and a low moan escaped his lips as her hand finally made contact with his sensitive flesh. Her movements were clumsy at first, clearly showcasing her inexperience "Yes.... j-just like that," he encouraged, his body arching into her touch as waves of pleasure crashed over him. Hearing this she caressed his cock slowly, her caress, a mix of softness and roughness, seemed to melt his cock, releasing pleasured gasps from his lips. As his gaze drifted to her bust again, now more prominent in her kneeling position, his hands yearning to reach out and caress, pinch, suckle the tempting mounds. His mind reeled, consumed by the primal urge to claim Lyra’s body as his own. He could almost taste her sweetness, feel the velvety softness of her inner thighs as he parted them with his hands. The very thought of sinking into her warmth, of hearing her cries of passion echoing through the house, made his cock pulse even more fervently. But alas! his body was too weak, and unresponsive, except his raging cock, leaving him utterly at her mercy. So, he focused his attention back on the sensual assault on his cock, a string of pre-cum beading at the tip. She diligently continued stroking with extreme care and his cock swelled further, earning a questioning glance from her. She looked up at him uncertainly, her fingers trembling slightly on his length, before he clarified, "This is completely normal, please go on." he breathed, his voice low and husky, his cock throbbing with need at the innocent, wanton touch. She nodded and focused back on giving him a handjob, not that she knew. Suddenly, her grip was a bit too firm, and he couldn’t help wince, his breath catching in his throat, "Lighter...aunt...a bit lighter" she hurriedly obliged and let go, and he offered guidance, teaching her to stroke with a gentler touch. "I’m sorry my hands are a bit too rough... Is... this right now?" she asked, her brow furrowed in concentration. " This should have been done by Eira, as her hands are as soft as a summer breeze." hearing this he imagined Eira stroking his cock, the thought of those healer hands on his cock, stroking him with gentle precision, sent a bolt of lust through him, and for a moment, he imagined fucking Eira, the healer, hard and deep, until she screamed his name. Just imagining that made him swallow hard, but as his gaze fell on the woman before him. He felt even great sense of enjoyment, who would have thought there would come a day when such a beautiful woman would be stroking his cock, and more so with such a gentle and caring expression. Anyway there will definitely be a chance to enjoy Eira too, but let’s first enjoy my dear aunt. His mind reeling with the possibilities. He ached to bury his cock within her warm pussy, to feel her tight, wet heat engulfing him. But he knew such intimacy was forbidden, at least for now. Instead, he decided to up the game a bit and suggested, "It would take too long like this, aunt please use your saliva. Spit on it and then stroke again." The woman looked taken aback by his request, as she turned to look at him with a confused expression, seeing his innocent expression, she gave in as her curiosity and desire to help won out. She leaned forward, her warm breath caressing his cock as she wet her lips with her tongue. With a tentative flick, she spat onto his shaft, the slick string glistening in the fading light. He watched, transfixed, as her mouth followed the path of her spit, her tongue darting out to catch the droplets, and his mind raced with forbidden fantasies of bringing her to her knees, as he buried his cock deep into her throat until she gagged, her nose pressed against his pelvis. But alas! It was still too early, as he was still unfamiliar with this world, and he didn’t want to ruin the grand scheme thanks to his impulsive behavior. Anyways, the combination of her slick saliva and firm strokes was really exquisite, sending shivers of pleasure rippling through his body. He felt lightheaded, his senses heightened to the point of overload. Her fingers were still clumsy, but the saliva acted as a perfect lubricant, allowing her to glide up and down his length with ease.