(Y/N)’s POV

They could scent him more strongly than ever before. The redolence of his maleness, his virility, it overwhelmed me. I felt a congestion of energy, that same novel intensity below my waist once again. I was confused by foreign emotions and ambiguous urges that left me feeling like something essential was missing, something I wanted. Andy always left me feeling like I had a swarm of otherworldly eels in my stomach, but this was more pronounced than usual. Generally I was pragmatic and levelheaded. They entwined around each other, hissing nervously in response to the changes they sensed in me.

When Andy rounded a massive old Silver Fir, he was scowling as he tied his now ragged trousers about his slim waist. I could see his chest so much more clearly than I had after the storm. Then I had been concerned with his safety, but now I found I wanted to look.

His bare torso was glimmering with a fine sheen of sweat that made the pictures on his skin shine. They danced as his fair skin moved over the muscles working in his shoulders and arms. His chest was much flatter, with no teats, just as I had suspected of male humans. He had smaller nipples than mine, though they were also pink. My eyes roaming lower, I saw his abdomen had a trail of darker, curled hairs leading to where I knew his phallus was within his breeches. I could easily see the impression of it against the cloth; generally it was much more subtle.

Once he espied me, he yelped in surprise and quickly turned a bit pink in the face. “(Y/N)! I, um-“

I realized at once why he felt embarrassed. To put him at ease, I pointed to his crotch “I had no idea that the reproductive apparatuses of men remained engorged after discharge!” His abruptly lost all color, so I chose a different tactic. “There is no need to feel ashamed at pleasuring yourself. My mother told me that all men are slaves to their base sexual desires. Slavery, by definition, implies a lack of control over the situation. You should feel free to-“

He gestured frantically at me as he grimaced, “No-no! I wasn’t-“

I did my best to look reassuring, smiling widely, “It's unnecessary to disguise your need to ejaculate. They can smell it-“

Despite my efforts, Andy seemed to grow only more panicked, briefly appearing to choke as he looked at the ground. “I, I couldn’t, I mean, I wouldn’t have, but… I just woke up, that’s all!”

I nodded, “that is why I came after you. I saw you were gone, and deduced that you were awake and perhaps disoriented after our hardship yesterday.“

He laughed nervously, looking at the ground by his feet. “Yes, what happen-“

I chuckled at his poorly veiled attempt to change the subject. “Do stress and misfortune generally increase the sexual urges of-“

Andy shook his head. “No! No, definitely not. Er… it’s just that, sometimes, us men, we have compulsions in the morning time, it’s not my fault! It’s just-“

I rolled my eyes. “You should not have run off after what happened. In the future, there’s no need to go so far to stroke your penis until it spits. I am accustomed to such spurting.” In truth, however, that was not the sole reason I hoped he wouldn’t stray in the future. I wanted to watch.

Andy still would not meet my eye and did not immediately respond. He swallowed, licking his lips, and I saw his gaze had drifted to the tear in the neckline of my tunic. I flushed with embarrassment, “I’m so sorry! It happened during the storm, I swear I still treasure it!”

Impulsively, my next words rolled from my tongue almost of their own accord. “But perhaps it is good fortune after all! With this rip present, you can see my breasts more easily.” I pulled apart the edges, leaving my chest almost bare. My nipples hardened, and I told myself it was a combination of the breeze and the brush of my cold hands. “You have found them erotic before, and I would prefer it if you felt comfortable masturbating yourself around me. Perhaps you will be able to reach your climax more quickly if-“

I was taken aback when he abruptly reached out and closed the shredded margins over my proffered chest. “No! That’s private, it’s not right.” Without another word, he turned and set off at a fast clip, back towards the campsite.

His dismissal felt like a crushing blow. Andy had refused me; my bosom no longer aroused him. I felt like I had been rejected somehow, that I was some sort of failure. Had he found me vulgar? Tears came to my eyes, though I didn’t really understand why. After a moment of self-pity, I resolved never to try and indulge the strange urges again.

If Andy was no longer enticed by the sight of my breasts, that was of no significance to me. I had offered solely for practical reasons. If his humanity led him to value modesty over common sense, that was his loss. Vulnerability, foolishness- those were characteristics of humans, not myself.

It was bad enough that I considered a human a friend, much less a male. I should never have offered to inconvenience myself for one. What would my mother have thought? I shook my head as I started slowly back to camp, hardening myself against the feelings in my heart.

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Andy’s POV

Humiliation at my filthy, carnal urges and my shameful behavior flooded me. (Y/N) was so innocent! That she had bared her exquisite breasts to me and offered them up for my sexual voyeurism… I was unworthy of such a pure, naive heart as a companion. I was so far below her, rutting with her in my dreams like a mindless beast! I was the most selfish and predatory of friends; I did not deserve her company.

For the first time in our journey, I wondered if I had been wrong to encourage (Y/N) to seek out justice for the wrongs committed against her and her family. I was obsessed with her, I wanted her; I was in no condition to be a faithful ally on an adventure.

Indeed, perhaps I was less suited to adventure than I had thought. Had I not completely failed to protect both Damica and (Y/N) during our crossing? Instead, I had required some manner of rescue! I cursed myself for a fool at having thought I could be helpful when I had proven to be nothing but a burden.

Even so, (Y/N) needed the gift the Morrigu had given me. As such, it would be wrong to desert my two friends. I would just have to try harder to pull my own weight and require saving less often. Well, and to be less of a disgusting swine.

I vowed to myself that I would not take advantage of (Y/N)’s trust again. The only time I’d lay a hand on my pecker for the remainder of this journey would be for urination!

I harshly wiped my face free of a few stray tears of self-reproach and walked all the faster. I could not bear to speak to anyone at the moment, and I could hear that (Y/N) had started after me.

I fought to regain composure before I faced either of my traveling companions again. Gritting my teeth, I forced my thoughts towards the business of the winery. The right time to harvest, the different casks, the benefits of barter versus currency paid, and so on.

When I reached camp, Damica ignored me. As well she should. I was nothing but a crude, self-centered nuisance.

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