3 days later…
"Ugh…!" Baddest groaned in pain as the little brother in between his legs was attended to, he gritted his teeth through all the pain.
With a serious look on his face, Legolas touched the cotton wool with some alcohol as he gently applied it to the burn injuries on the fleshy rod's surface.
By the time that he was done, Baddest was left sweating and panting.
After he finally calmed down, he asked. "Will it still…, you know, do the thing?" He coughed to hide how awkward he felt at his question.
"Oh, you mean if you can still shag a fine babe?" Legolas grinned. "Don't worry, I know you're not familiar with it but alcohol is godly".
"You'll be as vigorous as a horse in no time".
Baddest forced a smile. "Does that mean I can still give birth?"
"Yeah, of course".
Baddest visibly heaved a sigh of relief as he relaxed on the bed.
