"Okay," Allen muttered, rolling up his imaginary sleeves. "Time to heal a pussy with honor… and possibly lose my dignity forever."
The villagers crowded around like they were watching a sacred ritual. One of them whispered, "Do humans always heal swollen pussies with their tongue?"
Fina snorted. "Nope. Just this one. He's built different."
Mirka lay on a blanket, legs trembling and eyes squeezed shut. "I swear if this gets worse I'm jumping in the fire pit."
Allen hovered over her with the solemnity of a monk and the expression of a guy who knew exactly how dumb this looked—but also didn't care anymore.
"Alright. Just… hold still. And try not to crush my head if it feels too good."
Mirka cracked one eye open. "No promises."
He leaned in.
First lick.
shliiiiiick.
Mirka's body jerked like a possessed squirrel.
"AAAHHH—!"
Fina covered her mouth, giggling. "Yep. That's his tongue. Weaponized."
