Chapter 21 A Risky Remedy
As a man, any disease involving the genitals is more terrifying than anything else.
There were no medicines on the island, and no surgical tools.
If my genitals kept deteriorating, the best option might be to chop them off with
an axe.
Otherwise, I might develop a persistent fever, inflammation… even death.
I was in low spirits, clearly downcast.
The next morning, my condition hadn’t improved. My genitals remained in a semi–erect state, around a couple of inches.
Fear of disease made me anxious.
I went to find Lily, hoping she could check on it.
I trusted that as a biologist, Lily would know how to handle common illnesses.
Lily nodded. She led me to a grassy area away from the cave and told me to take off my pants.
She touched my body. “It’s not looking great–there’s some swelling, but no signs of inflammation.”
She pressed on my genitals. “Does it hurt when I press here?”
I shook my head. “No pain. Actually, it feels kind of numb.”
Lily sighed. “Alright, let’s begin treatment… First, I’ll clean your genitals. Then, we’ll have sex. Try to last as long as you can–don’t climax too quickly.”
I was confused, “What? Sex? Long–lasting sex? Why?”
Lily explained, “There’s no medicine here, only me. A woman’s private parts are slightly acidic, which helps inhibit bacterial growth. So prolonged sex can soak your body in those fluids and kill the bacteria. Plus, it lets us check if your reproductive function is working.”
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Her reasoning made sense, and I was touched.
If what I had was contagious, Lily might get sick too.
So this was a risk for her as well.
Lily took off her underwear, tied up her dark brown hair, then gently patted my swollen genitals.
She gave me a beautiful smile. “Alright, Mr. Leon, just relax. It’s a small issue- don’t be so tense.”
I forced a smile back.
Lily carefully pulled back my foreskin and frowned. “There’s a lot of grime under the glans. Don’t you wash before bed?”
She opened her mouth, softly sucking and using her tongue to clean the dirt from my genitals.
I didn’t have a habit of washing before bed, so the smell probably wasn’t great. But Lily seemed to savor it like a delicacy. Her enthusiastic licking moved me deeply- and felt really good.
Under her gentle care, I grew rapidly erect. My penis, normally five inches, reached a full seven inches when fully hard. That’s a straight–line measurement— there was a curve, so the real length was likely longer.
Bulging veins ran along the shaft, deep purple and almost black.
Lily looked nervous. “It’s so big… I’ve never done this before. I’m a little scared.”
She told me she’d always focused on academics and had never been with a man.
But she smiled and added, “Don’t worry, Mr. Leon. I’ve had experience with masturbation. There won’t be any pain or bleeding.”
I said, “Don’t be too confident. You’ve never actually had sex.”
I picked Lily up and laid her on a smooth stone, then spread her legs.
Her private parts were clean and beautiful. Slightly open, like a child’s lips,
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revealing soft pink flesh.
I gently parted her folds with my fingers and lowered my head.
When my tongue touched her, Lily trembled and let out a low moan.
She must’ve been very hygienic–there was no smell, just a faint sweet–sour scent.
It seemed she really didn’t have much sexual experience. She climaxed quickly under my tongue.
Poor Lily convulsed, squirting sweet–sour fluid into my mouth.
Afterward, she lay limp on the rock, legs spread, with slippery fluid still dripping from her.
Her body trembled, still lost in pleasure.
I stood between her legs and rubbed my genitals against her, coating myself in her fluids. Then I slowly pushed toward her pink slit.
She was soft–like delicate petals parting as my hardness pushed in.
I stretched her more and more, pushing her to her physical limits.
Lily groaned in pain, her small hands weakly pressing against my abdomen, trying to stop me from going deeper.
Her opening went from a straight “I” to a round “O,” her tender skin taut, ready to
tear.
Our size difference made her cry out in pain–while I felt nothing but pleasure.
Her insides gripped me, warm and impossibly tight, like a moist mouth sucking on me with every inch.
To keep from hurting her, I eased in slowly.
Lily cried out, “Oh God, why is it so big? Mr. Leon, please… go easy…”
I looked down. There was still a finger’s length of me outside.
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I grabbed her waist, took a deep breath–then thrust forward with force.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
