Nathan stared at Domina’s body, now bent into a bridge pose. River water streamed between her thighs and lifted belly, creating a small puddle beneath the arch of her body.
"Why are you... in that position?" Nathan asked, one eyebrow raised.
Domina turned her head as much as she could, an upside-down sly smile on her face. "So you can clean it... using your stick."
Nathan exhaled deeply. Not out of disgust. Not out of reluctance. But because he was fed up with being treated like some cute little obedient pup. His masculine spirit felt like it just got fucked by inferiority. Nathan’s cock refused to bow in front of caramel pussy that offered such warm greetings under the sunlight.
’I have to stay in control!’
The spirit of a useless knight rose again, for absolutely no reason.
Nathan stepped next to her, his cock still foamy and dripping next to Domina’s shoulder.
"All fours. I’ll scrub your back first."
His voice was cold, though his lust burned.
Domina flashed a brief disappointed look, but complied. Slowly, she shifted her posture—both palms touching the riverbed, knees holding up her body—a position far more submissive, yet still alluring in its own way.
Nathan stared at that slippery back, then reached for the leftover foam in his hand
Nathan stared at his left fingers—wet, glistening with the leftover warmth he had just scraped from Livia’s caramel pussy.
They trembled slightly, as if questioning their new calling—not as a fighter, not as an adventurer, but as a carver of female climax.
"Am I really... gifted in this?" he wondered, half-confused, half-proud.
But the moment his gaze returned to Livia’s limp body—river water trickling down her cheek like post-goon cock tears—all that sense of specialness dissolved.
’Yeah... they’re not human. Or maybe they’re just built to be horny.’
No pride. No meaning.
Just a dirty hand, and warm liquid freshly drawn from the caramel gate of a rabbit fighter.
"Starting here first," he muttered as he spread the foam across her back, rubbing slowly, circling beneath her nape and moving down to her shoulder blades—rhythmic, but with pressure. As if he was channeling all his dull fury into the motion of his hand.
Nathan tilted his head slightly, then placed both hands on Domina’s back—pushing gently, as if testing the firmness of her spine.
Her brown skin felt warm, slick from the leftover soap and river water that hadn’t yet dried.
’I’ll show her how humans take control!’ Nathan thought.
He grinned. And without hesitation, climbed onto Domina’s back—positioning himself as if riding a tame horse taking a soak.
His thighs pressed against her hips, while his shaft—still heavy and smeared in pinkish foam—slowly dragged itself along her spine.
"Raise your shoulders... come on," he said again.
"Come on, just rub my back normally... I want my bottom cleaned too, like Livia..." Domina whined.
Her shoulders stayed low, slightly slumped—like a stubborn mare ignoring commands.
Nathan narrowed his eyes.
His hand reached for Domina’s right ear, pinching it between two fingers.
Quick and sharp—like a cowboy pulling reins to stop a wild horse.
"Up." His voice was flat.
Domina instantly lifted her shoulders, almost startled.
"That’s better. Now I can scrub properly."
Nathan gave a small smirk, then began thrusting his hips back and forth—letting his shaft slide along her wet back, as if testing the patience of a newly broken mount.
Nathan let out a small laugh.
Light, pleased, but... twisted.
’Yeah... hahahaha... finally... even you can look weak. I’m the one in control now. Rabbit Bitch!’ he muttered, his breath heavy, erratic, spiraling like a man with an inferiority complex thrust into a social power play.
"Hey... eummhh..." Domina let out a soft cry of pain, her body limp—like a baby whose toy had just been snatched by an older sibling.
Feeling that shift in the air, Nathan’s laugh stopped.
That first moment they met in the Tower.
Domina, with her monstrous body and half-baked logic, had dragged him into a cave.
She fed him. Bathed him.
Looked at him like a mother would—dim-witted, gentle, unconditional.
She saw him as weak, but never tried to break his pride.
His hand was still gripping her rabbit ear.
His shaft, now aimless, twitched with confusion.
This... is too much. He thought.
Domina’s innocence wasn’t a fetish. It was real. It was... pure.
"I’m sorry," he whispered, letting go of the hand of the rabbit fighter who once treated him like her own child.
His hips lifted, his cock slipped off the slick back of the woman who, once upon a time, had looked at him with the eyes of a genuine mother.
The same woman who once fed him, bathed him... and even considered his cock a cute part of his body.
Domina crawled forward, positioning herself in front of Nathan. She stood up—slightly bending over.
"My back’s clean, right? Now it’s my lower part that needs cleaning, isn’t it?"
She turned her head slightly, lifting her ass.
"Just clean it from behind..."
Both of Domina’s hands reached back, grabbing the sides of her butt from the lower angle.
"You can see it clearly, right?"
Nathan exhaled softly, his once-sly gaze fading into something dull.
T-this... mmm... mwhehehe... this isn’t wrong, right? I mean... she’s the one who asked, mwhehehehehehe... right? hhmm... I’m just following instructions, heheheh...
Nathan held his cock, stepped forward slowly, preparing to give a sacred touch between Domina’s caramel heaven gate.
Just as the tip of his cock touched that gate, the sky slowly darkened.
"Ahh... it’s already evening, what a shame." Domina stood up.
Livia stood up too, "Ahahaha... such a shame, it actually feels so good when your bottom part gets cleaned," she said while starting to wash her body with the river water.
Nathan went silent. His cock throbbed.
’What the hell... wait... please... wait...’
Nathan’s heart was begging to be satisfied.
"A... euu... Domina, we can still finish this first, right?" Nathan asked, flustered.
Domina yawned, "It’s already night... I’m sleepy." She rinsed her body with river water quickly.
Domina and Livia jumped out of the river, doing a dry spin.
Nathan stayed quiet, staring at their breasts bouncing beautifully.
They walked to pick up their cloths.
Nathan stepped forward and stopped when there was only one step left before reaching the land beside the river.
His hand clenched. His eyes widened.
If soft ways can’t fix this...
His breath became erratic, he felt extremely annoyed.
Fine, I’ll do it myself!
He grabbed his cock and started jerking off.
At least, aggh... I can still see their asses from here.
His soapy hand began the ritual—
The kind of ritual that, for many men, often worked better than sleeping pills.
It didn’t take long before he reached climax, eyes locked on the caramel ass in the distance.
The first burst of holy liquid began.
Something entered the water.
With his cum still held back, Nathan turned—he saw something writhing beneath the surface, swimming rapidly toward him.
His foot hit a rock. He slipped.
Nathan, nearly falling, jolted.
His pelvic muscles gave out.
He couldn’t hold his cum any longer—
The final spurt burst out, hitting whatever had just risen from the water.