Going inside of the Bedroom I share with Merzïry, I observe her wonderful silhouette, clad in a thight peach camisole, sitting on the edge of the mattress as if she were waiting for my arrival.
She looks at me as I close the door of our Bedroom "—Trektör, Can we continue talking about my mistake?".
{*Sigh*, She is not going to let this go}
—Is there something more to say My Busty Bunny?.
I inquire rhetorically as I sit next to Merzïry, ruffling her silky silver hair and giving light touches to her ear, they twitch a little bit and make her giggle slightly with almost a full smile "—It already happened My Busty Hopping Bunny, and it is not too… , "Uncomfortable" for me, just a little stinging while my body finishes the regeneration process.
She locks her win eyes on me and then her sight is displaced towards my wounded thorax, her expression has an evident struggling that she can't let go.
—Rest assured that by the time we wake up in the morning I will be completely restored, Understood My Cute Silver Busty.
She doesn't answer, as her hands move slowly near my injury, stopping a few centimeters away from my skin.
With trepidation she closes the distance, touching my skin in the outside area of my wound "—Does it hurt?".
—Not anymore "My Little Bunny"…
She brushes her fingers a but longer and returns her sight on me "—I-I didn't know that Men could be this SOFT".
{Soft?!, Is she serious?!, I can demolish a Monolith of Mithranio with my bare hands, truly bare, not [Zöhår Membrane] or [Vyåhö Armor], just my own body, "SOFT" is the least I should be!}
—R-Really soft, is… , calming…
{Good to know… , Wait, I have heard about being soft before, The Recepcionist of the Library in Karantana had the same answer, Maybe they perceive my body density as softness}
—You know My Curious Bunny, There is a part of me that can get hard.
—Really?!, Can I touch it too?.
{Is not like she had my permission before, but i don't see why not}
The pelvic area of the "Fake Epidermis Suit" is removed and reveals my manhood; The eyes of Merzïry are brimming with euphoria as her fingers quickly traverse my body to reach my virility, taking it into her own hands.
"—Is even softer Trektör!"; Incredulously say My Silver Bunny.
—You need to massage it and care for him or he won't become sturdy.
Merzïry close her lips tight and nods once as she moves slowly her hands up and down as she would be painting a wall with a brush.
—I think is not working Trektör.
Her preoccupation can only be as much as her naivety, but is precisely because of this that her truthfulness is so encouraging and captivating.
—You need to grab it.
"—Like this?"; Her fingers surround the shaft of my virility, as she inflicts more pressure than before, moving with slow pace her hands, going up and down as her breathing is more intense.
—Is, kinda difficult Trektör…
—It would become easier with practice, but if you drool over the glans it would be more bearable and fluid the overall motion.
She doesn't waste a second before chewing her mouth with hastiness to increase the production of saliva as her lips start to moisten and her cheeks move fastly as they expand, surely being filled with her liquid secretion.
Merzïry leans forward, opening her mouth and releasing the spit with her tongue as the principal tool and director of the task; Her bright wine eyes are sparkling with Zöhår and doesn't lose their focus, observing me with care, respect and something more that i can't pinpoint out.
{She looks so lewd and enticing yet innocent and willing to learn}
The saliva of Merzïry enters in contact with my glans, coating it as some of her drool stain her hands; She moves from her sitting position without letting my manhood go, kneeling in front of me between my legs as she satarts stroking my virility, fully covering with her spit my genitals.
Her breathe becomes more laborious as she increases the tempo of her "Massage", showing a resolution to serve me that is utterly invigorating "—Is easier to do it in this position, and you were right Trektör, with my saliva is so much fun to do this".
My virility spasms at her naivety, and her eyes widen in surprise, felling the change occurring between her hands.
—Is getting hard Trektör!.
Her enthusiasm is overjoyed by this truth, working her hands in a more intense stroking as she even adds a little spin into the mix of her motion.
I grunt, and she looks extremely happy for this "—Am i doing it?…"; The questioning words are interrupted as her nose inhale a new scent, the aroma of the cowper fluid leaving my glans.
"—What is this?"; She Inquire with obvious disposition as her face quickly gains reddened cheeks.
—A treat I made for you My Obedient Bunny, Do you want to taste it?.
She nods with euphoria as she observes my Dick reaching its full potential.
—Wow!, "He" is really so "Hard", and "Big" Trektör, like a "Carrot", Would you kill someone with it?, There is a story where the protagonist eliminates his enemy using a carrot as a dagger.
—Jajaja, I have never thought or heard that before; But "He" is going to try and not to harm you.
—R-Really?, He looks… , "Angry", and "Menacing".
—Is because you two aren't been properly introduce, Why don't you greet him?.
Merzïry nods like the cute little Lady she is, observing my cock with attention "—Mister Carrot, I am The Busty Bunny, is a pleasure to meet you".
I almost laugh, but Merzïry innocent face reduce the distance, smelling my virility before parting her lips, putting the tip of my glans between them as her tongue licks the fluid i produce.
She close her eyes for an instant, kissing the tip of my dick, retreating slightly as her breath is still agitated "—Mister Carrot, you taste wonderful, almost as if you were filled with the serum that leaves the sweet cream cheese"; Observing me she asks "—Can he give me more Trektör?".
—Probably, but would depend on how good do you attend him My Cute Silver Bunny.
—I will try my best for you Trektör; But if i am doing it wrong, Could you guide or correct me as you did before?.
—Of course My Cute Little Bunny; But first, show me how do you do it on your own.
Merzïry instantly start moving her hands with more passion than before, stroking me with a higher pressure and more spins during her action.
Cute short kisses overwhelmed the upper part of my shaft as sporadic timid licks reapply saliva all over my manhood.
Her sight never leaves my eyes, following my every motion and paying scrutinizing attention to my expressions; Which she fastly comprehends how fond i am from her kisses, centring this action over my glans, and inadvertently she is starting to suck on it.
The production of my translucent fluid is not missed by Merzïry, who puts her mouth hastily over the viscous liquid, consuming it as if it were a milkshake.
Placing my hand on her head, I caress her silver hair as if Merzïry were my pet, an action that she finds extremely pleasant as she starts to purr with high joy "—You are doing it great My Busty Bunny; Now show me how much of a Good Girl you are and take Mister Carrot as deep as you can."
Obediently, Merzïry innocent mouth is invaded by my hardened manhood; Seeing how easily she is letting me use her is amusingly exhilarating.
The tip fastly reaches the entrance of her throat, clenching tightly around me to prevent more of my relentless advances.
Her discomfort is substantial, as the intensity of her response increases, placing both of her hands on my thighs but not to try and do force to get away from my reach, on the contrary, as she is seeking some kind of reassurance from me.
{She is so cute and devoted, I need to make her completely mine}
I don't know from where that thought came but it is not wrong; I want Merzïry to be for myself.
My hands pat her head for a bit, playing with her ears to calm her while I start grabbing the pigtails of her silver hair.
—You need to go a bit further My Hungry Bunny, welcoming in your wet warm little mouth half of Mister Carrot, or he would be dissatisfied and disappointed with your performance.
Trying her best, Merzïry is unable to go on her own over her natural defensive mechanism, that is why I assist her, pulling her pigtails towards me with impassive motion, her eyes moisten and tears come out of her innocent eyes, but she doesn't weave, tensing her hands over my thighs and sinking her nails into my [Zöhår Membrane] to strengthen her resolution and be able to continue, consuming with a pleased smile a few millimeters above the middle of my manhood.