He does nothing

Hiro knew that the right thing to do was to stop her, for him not to fall victim to the systematic debauchery, and yet, he said nothing, he did nothing. He lay there as the hand of the girl he only just met crept its way down his stomach and felt…excited. That was wrong, wasn’t it? This woman, who he only just met, was conditioned to want or assume that he wanted to have sex with her. And he did, oh how much he wanted to, but he knew he should, and yet…

Ever since arriving here his life had become a living hell, being **** to enter the dungeon as he had no other choice, barely making ends meet for the trouble. Right here, right now, he could indulge in something that wasn’t misery, he could feel an ounce of happiness in the sea of darkness and gloom that had become his reality.

Hearing no objections, Kioko continued her descent downwards. Her hand slid into the hot, murky water and glided across a small bushel of hair. She froze for just a moment before continuing, steeling her nerves once more as her hand hit something hot and hard. Hiro twitched and let out a sharp breath, but didn’t move or say anything as she molded her hands around his erect shaft. It was burning hot, even compared to the steaming bath water. It twitched as she glided up it’s length, her eyes widening as it seemed to keep going.

“Oh my, you’re so…big.”

That wasn’t an exaggeration. Her master was…big, bigger than she knew was possible, though it wasn’t like she had anything to compare it to. Sexual education was non-existent in the auction houses, and while she’d accidentally caught some glimpses of the boys in the house, they were flaccid and rather small. Hiro had no such problems. She estimated she could fit both her hands on his shaft and still have room to move while her small hands barely managed to wrap around its girth. And this thing was supposed to go inside of her?

Shaking her head, Kioko threw those thoughts aside, she had a mission to do after all. Small, barely audible moans escaped Hiro as she stroked her hand from base to tip, the water and soap helping her glide effortlessly across his length. Her movements were inexpert and clumsy, but none of that mattered to Hiro, basking in the sensual touch. More primal grunts and moans managed to pry themselves from his lips, his head tilting backward with mouth ajar. Kioko, studying Hiro’s reactions and gaining confidence, started to learn what did and didn’t work.

“How is it Master? Does it feel good?” Kioko whispered into his ear, unceasing in her movements.

“Yes…it feels…amazing.” He managed to croak out.

“I’m so happy to hear that.” She beamed, a smile on her face. Kioko had a needy look in her eyes and was breathing almost as heavily as he was, her mouth slightly agape as she panted. The black cat ears that were standing up straight before were now folded downward, periodically twitching on their own. Her tail was even worse, never ceasing in its side-to-side swaying as she leaned even heavier into him.

“Master.” She moaned quietly, leaning across him towards his neck. Hiro instinctively tilted his head, giving her access as her lips connected with his skin. The demi’s lips were implausibly soft as they explored her master, continuously kissing and pecking down the length of his neck. Her exposed chest pressed tightly against his own, Hiro able to feel the stiffened tips pressing into him. Instinctively his arm rose upwards, delicately grabbing her shoulder and squeezing softly. All the while Kioko hadn't ceased pleasuring his erect shaft, now confidently applying an intoxicating pressure as she stroked him down his length. It pulsed as a pleasurable sensation began building in the tip. He wasn't going to last much longer and soon, very soon, it would be too late. If he was going to stop her, he had to now.