With coaxing and kisses, I slowly guided (Y/N) back to her bed with me. She protested weakly, making excuses. That she had yet to shower, to brush her teeth… But such perceived obstacles were easily overcome with a little skill and the will to use it.

Soon we were naked and tangled in each other, our kisses growing heated and fervent. I curled my tongue around hers, then went deeper to lick against the ridges of the roof of her mouth. Her lust was so savory and delicious!

I was eager, frankly impatient, as I prodded (Y/N)’s thighs apart. I scratched at her pubic mound with my claws before retracting them and moving to her sex, probing for her entrance. Finding her already hot and wanting, I slipped a finger into her sheath.

She broke our kiss to moan. Her warm breath on my face, her enjoyment as she tilted her hips to receive me gladly, were both positively scrumptious! I adjusted so I could rub her tiny ladybutton with my thumb while still moving my finger inside her welcoming cunny.

For a moment she clung to me, biting her full lip and panting, before she snaked her arm between us to grasp me! The sensation of her working me, the dedication in her touch, I felt a much greater urgency, a need to answer her supernal siren’s song.

I struggled not to focus on the feelings her fingers brought me, to remember my earlier resolve to take her passionately, to mark her as her man. I slipped a second finger into her and increased my tempo, kneading her firm, little pearl faster.

I didn’t get the reaction I wanted nor expected when she pushed me away roughly with both hands! Shocked, my mouth fell open, and I stared at her, goggle-eyed, like an idiot. What the-

“Lay down, Andy.” Eager, I complied, and she nimbly climbed on top of me. She kissed me feverishly, which was good, but I was still confused. I didn’t dare touch her privates again, perhaps I had been wrong? Did she only want to suck face? I would surely get retention pains at that rate!

She glided her pelvis against my length, running her slick womanhood over me, and it was torturous! She broke away, gazing at me with hungry, dark brown eyes. “I want you…”

Suddenly, I recalled that there was still ink on my phallus! I couldn’t possibly expose her sacred passage to such toxins! Panicking, I quickly grabbed myself, to prevent her from sliding back onto me. “Wait, my angel!”

Instantly, her russet eyes looked hurt, I could taste her loss of confidence with my one, tactless phrase. “No-no! I just need to wash myself, I had forgotten, you see? The ink!”

She moved to sit beside me, and I gestured at my pecker. “I’ll not expose you to such doubtlessly noxious elements. I beg forgiveness, I was not in my right mind!”

She gave me the look of the dubious and unimpressed. “It’s just-“

I couldn’t allow her to put herself in danger! “-I’ll return but shortly, my beatific enchantress!”

With that, I leapt from the bed and made haste to the water closet. Finding a washcloth, I covered it with liquid cleanser and began to scrub at my gradually deflating erection. It did not please me to remove, er, (Y/N)’s name from my phallus, but I daren’t risk my heav… my paramour’s health.


The ink was obviously of some newfangled sort, as it clung to my skin almost as a tattoo! Determined, I scrubbed all the harder, my skin swiftly growing raw. I simply replenished the soap and scoured myself all the harder. I had to protect them! Er, her!


I felt (Y/N)’s sweet hand on my arm. “Andy? Oh no, what have you done?”

I looked down to see I had begun to spot a bit of blood, but I wasn’t concerned about the pain. What irked me was the remainder of the ink… “Just a moment and I-

“-Andy, stop that!” She plucked the washcloth from my hands. “It will come off more easily with alcohol-“

I cocked my head at her, “-Spirits? If we become inebriated?”

(Y/N) shook her head as she inspected my reddened, sore manhood. “No, not that kind. Here, hold still.”

Suspicious, I watched her fetch out a bottle and some cotton balls, applying some of the pungent solution to the puffy things. “This will sting, hold on.”

“Pits!” My eyes nearly fell clear out of my head as the cursed potion was applied to my shaft, practically searing the flesh away. “Mistress, is there no other way?”

(Y/N) grasped my arm, concern filling her gaze. “Come with me.”

I followed her to the pantry, where she removed one of my containers of stored, excess energy. “Eat some of this.”

Obediently, I stuck my finger in and popped it in my mouth. Mmmmm… a mix of orgasmic ecstasy and peaceful satisfaction. Delicious!

I helped myself to another few mouthfuls, luxuriating in the taste of (Y/N)’s bliss. “There, see?”

I saw (Y/N) was gesturing at my nethers. I inspected them, only to find that the skin had healed. Fantastic! Of course! I grinned toothily. “Good girls get rewards, my lady…”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at me fondly. “Just a sec, let’s get the ink off.”

I watched as she rubbed the cool, moist cotton ball over my now healed length, and immediately started to respond to her touch. I still wanted her so!

After a moment, she noticed. “Andy!”

I chuckled. “You were expecting some other manner of reaction?”

(Y/N) snorted at me, and abruptly, I got an idea. Seeing the ink was mostly gone from my privates, I popped the top back on the container full of (Y/N)’s cool, blue energy and pranced off to the bedroom with it, sporting a brazen erection. “Come, my precious, little minx! I have something to show you at once!”

Notes

Please note that a part of this chapter was inspired by my co-conspirator, The Unforgiven, whom I also thank for her aid with editing. <3

Good news! For those that were concerned about my mother, her procedure went even better than expected, and she is now on the mend! :D