It was the following day, to forget my actions yesterday I decided to redeem myself.
The reflection in the mirror was glorious. Truly magnificent. My body—no, my sculpture—was a masterpiece. Every curve, every ridge of my abdominal muscles was a testament to years of dedication. Even after three weeks in a coma, though slightly degraded, they still held their charm.
"Andromeda," I murmured, kissing my left bicep. Then I turned to my right arm. "Gundrum. What would I have done without you?"
I flexed both arms, marveling at the subtle sheen of my muscles under the hospital's fluorescent lights. Sure, they'd lost a bit of their glory, but with Nyssa's help—my goddess, my muse—I'd bring them back to their former greatness.
Mid-kiss on my left arm, I heard a loud crash.
"You—"
The sound startled me, and I spun around, my hospital gown half-untied, to see Nyssa standing at the doorway, her eyes wide with shock.
Her face was pale as if she'd seen a ghost—or rather, as if she'd seen something so breathtaking that it left her speechless. Ah, of course, I thought. She must be stunned by the view.
"You're ba—" but before I could finish my words, Nyssa stammered, her gaze darting everywhere but directly at me. "I-I'm sorry for disturbing you!"
Before I could say a word, she turned around so fast that she forgot the door was still closed. Her forehead smacked against it with an audible thud.
"Nyssa!" I called out, rushing toward her as she wobbled precariously. Like her very own prince, I reached her just in time, catching her before she could hit the floor.
Her body fell against mine, and I locked eyes with her—the deep green of her irises was mesmerizing. Two tiny moles graced her left cheek, and her lips trembled slightly as she tried to say something.
"Hey, you okay?" I asked, my voice soft. I could already feel my charm working; she was definitely going to fall for me.
"Y-you..." Nyssa stammered again, struggling to meet my gaze. Her hands fidgeted nervously, her lips quivering as if she was unsure of what to say. "Wh-what if... Andromeda g-gets mad?"
I blinked. "Huh?"
She bit her lip and quickly turned her gaze away. "I-I mean, if she s-saw me here... w-with you... like this."
It took me a moment to process what she was saying. Then, like a bolt of lightning, realization struck. She thought I had another woman in the room with me.
I grinned like an idiot, unable to hide my amusement. "Wait... are you jealous?"
Her face turned beet red as she covered her face with her hands. "Y-you should go to her, Henry. You shouldn't p-play with a girl's feelings..."
Her muffled voice only made me laugh harder. How could she be jealous of my arms?
"Well," I said, still holding her, "do you want to meet her?"
Nyssa peeked through her fingers, hesitating. "O-okay..."
I gently helped her to her feet and stood by the mirror, still holding my gown open to reveal my upper body. I gestured to my left bicep, smirking. "Nyssa, meet Andromeda."
Her confusion was evident as she tilted her head.
"And this," I continued, flexing my right arm, "is Gundrum. They've been with me through thick and thin. Thanks to you, they're coming back to life."
It didn't take long for the realization to hit her. Her wide eyes darted from my arms to my face, and then she buried her face in her hands again. "You... you named your muscles?"
Her voice was muffled, but I could feel her disbelief.
I froze. For the first time in my life, I realized something horrifying. She might think I'm a cringe-worthy idiot.
To save face, I quickly struck a model pose, hiding my embarrassment behind a confident smirk. "And these," I said, motioning to my abs, "are the greatest view your eyes will ever behold."
Nyssa peeked up at me, her green eyes darting between my face and my torso. Her blush deepened, and for a moment, I thought she might faint.
"Wow..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. Her gaze lingered on my abs before she quickly looked away, flustered. "Is this... is this normal?"
"Normal?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I-I mean..." She fidgeted nervously, avoiding my gaze. "I-I've been working out too, and I think I'm starting to get... those..."
Her voice trailed off as she motioned vaguely toward her stomach. It took me a second to process her words. "Wait... you're saying you're starting to get abs? After five days of working out?"
Nyssa hesitated, then gave a small nod.
Impossible. It had taken me months to get any noticeable results. Was this some sort of miracle? Or maybe... was her anatomy just built differently?
"Can I... see?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.
Her face turned crimson, but she nodded. Slowly, she lifted her shirt just enough to reveal the faint outline of toned muscles on her stomach. I stared, awestruck.
"Wow," I breathed, unable to stop myself from reaching out. I lightly touched the surface of her stomach, marveling at the progress she'd made.
"H-Henry!" Nyssa's startled voice broke through my trance. I looked up to see her wide-eyed, her face practically glowing red.
Oh no. I just touched her stomach.
"I'm so sorry!" I yelped, pulling my hand back as if I'd been burned. My face felt like it was on fire. She probably thinks I'm a pervert now.
Desperate to fix the situation, I blurted out, "You can touch mine! It's only fair, right?"
Her jaw dropped. "W-what?!"
"I mean—uh—it's just abs for abs! Totally even, right?" I stammered, feeling like the biggest idiot on the planet.
Nyssa hesitated, her hands hovering awkwardly in the air. Finally, she whispered, "O-okay..."
Her touch was light at first, her fingers brushing against my pectoral muscles. I swallowed hard, trying not to let the situation get to me. But as her hands moved lower, tracing the ridges of my abs, I felt my face heating up even more.
Then, it happened.
She touched it.
My breath caught in my throat, and my entire body froze as though someone had hit the pause button on my brain. Was this really happening? Nyssa—sweet, innocent Nyssa—was touching me there.
I glanced down at her, desperately trying to gauge what she was thinking, but her face was beet red, her eyes squeezed shut like she was bracing for impact.
"She's not even looking at me," I thought, baffled. "Not at my glorious abs, not at my sculpted body. Nothing!"
But her hands? They were moving all over me. And the worst—or best?—part? My traitorous body was responding. Blood rushed to the place she was touching, and I was suddenly very, very aware of every single nerve in my body screaming, do not ruin this moment.
I stiffened, my thoughts racing a mile a minute.
"What do I do? Do I say something? Tell her to stop? But what if I don't want her to stop?"
My hormones were going completely haywire, and it felt like my brain had been hijacked by a version of me I didn't even recognize.
I bit my lip, trying desperately to keep some sense of control, but my body had other plans. I felt a dangerous, unfamiliar tension building—a pressure I couldn't ignore. Oh no. No, no, no.
"Wait—don't—don't do that," I muttered under my breath, trying to mentally will my body to calm down. "Not now. Not like this."
But she wasn't stopping.
"Nyssa," I croaked, my voice trembling with panic. "Y-you're touching the wrong—uh—place..."
Her eyes snapped open, and for a split second, we just stared at each other. Her gaze dropped to where her hand was resting, and the realization hit her like a truck.
"I-I'M SO SORRY!" she yelped, pulling her hand back so fast it was like she'd been burned. Her face turned an even deeper shade of red, and she started waving her hands frantically. "I-I DIDN'T MEAN TO! I WAS JUST—THERE WERE—YOUR ABS—AND THEN—"
"IT'S FINE!" I shouted, sitting up so quickly that my hospital gown almost fell off. "I MEAN—IT'S NOT FINE—BUT IT'S FINE!"
We both froze, the tension in the room so thick you could cut it with a knife.
Nyssa buried her face in her hands, mumbling something incoherent, while I tried to regain control of my breathing. How did this happen? How did we end up here?
But those are the same hands where she touched me from and she was able to smell the musky scent eroding from it.
"Th-this" she sniffed her hands, while I was slowly dying from embarrassment, have I taken a shower? I should have taken a bath first!
"This smells like something, it's a unique scent ." She then cupped her face still smelling her hands. Before she could smell more, I stopped her, my dignity and my sweet innocent Nyssa shouldn't go down that path.
My hands stopped her warm hands. That I didn't notice that my whole hospital gown, went undone. Making me buck naked, flashing her with my whole sculpted body. But the highlight of it. The hardest and manliest part is in full view.
She's staring at it, her gaze with her emerald eyes feels like a burning sensation.
I feel like I'm losing control, when I uttered the words. " Would you like to smell it directly?"
Wait what the fuck, am I saying, it feels like I'm not myself. But my Nyssa is in front of me, my self-control is slipping away. This feels wrong.
Nyssa's eyes widened as they snapped from my naked body to my face. Oh god. Did I just say that out loud? I thought, my brain screaming at me to fix this situation before it went even further south.
But Nyssa's reaction seemed to keep me frozen in place, my hands still clutching at her wrists and my heart pounding so hard I swore she could hear it from where she was standing.
She blinked at me, her emerald eyes round with shock and... something else. Something I couldn't quite place.
"Y-you want me to..." she stammered, her gaze dropping back down to my exposed body. I felt a bead of sweat trickle down my spine as her eyes raked over every inch of me, lingering on my most... prominent feature.
I'm going to hell, I thought, my mind reeling. This is a sin, it's so wrong, I can't be doing this with Nyssa... can I?
But even as the panicked thoughts ran through my head, I couldn't bring myself to let go of her wrists. To put an end to this moment, as inappropriate and terrifying as it was.
"Please," I heard myself say, my voice low and rough. "I need you, Nyssa. I... I've never wanted anything more in my life."
I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't know how I'd gotten to this point or where this confidence was coming from. All I knew was that the thought of Nyssa's face so close to my aching, throbbing member was making me dizzy with need.
And that I would do anything to make it a reality.
Nyssa swallowed hard, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she stared at me with a mix of trepidation and curiosity.
"I... okay," she breathed finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do it. I'll sme-smell you, Henry."
Oh thank god, I thought, my eyes fluttering shut as relief washed over me. This is really happening. Nyssa is going to smell my dick. Oh my god. What's even going on? It's like my mind is going haywire.
I let go of her wrists then, my hands falling limply to my sides as I fought to keep my breathing steady.
Nyssa took a shaky step closer to the bed, her face now mere inches from where I was straining against the covers. I could feel the heat of her breath on my skin, making me twitch and throb with anticipation.
She's so close, I thought, my mouth was going dry. So fucking close. I can't believe this is real.
Slowly, hesitantly, Nyssa reached out a hand and wrapped her fingers around my shaft. I let out a strangled moan at the contact, my back arching off the bed as I fought not to blow my load right then and there. Her hands are so warm especially that there is no hospital gown between her touch and my body.
"God, Nyssa," I panted, my hips rolling up into her touch. Her breath is making me stiff even more.
She stroked me gently, her thumb swiping over the sensitive head and making me see stars. I was trembling now, my whole body drawn tight as a bowstring as I tried to keep myself from coming apart at the seams.
"Please," I whimpered, not even fully sure what I was begging for. "Please, Nyssa. I need..."
But I didn't have to finish my plea. Because before I could get another word out, Nyssa had leaned in and rubbed her face against my dick.
And then she inhaled deeply. And everything else fell away.
The moment Nyssa's face made contact with my aching cock; I knew I was in trouble. Her soft cheek brushed against my throbbing shaft, her warm breath ghosting over my sensitive skin as she inhaled deeply. I let out a choked moan, my hips jerking up involuntarily.
"Fuck, Nyssa," I panted, my voice strained and desperate. "You're killing me. I can't... I need..."
I didn't even know what I was begging for anymore. All I knew was that the feeling of Nyssa's face nuzzled against my cock was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, drowning out every rational thought in my brain until all that was left was the primal need to chase more of that blissful sensation.
Nyssa made a soft noise, almost like a purr, as she breathed in my scent. Her emerald eyes fluttered shut, a look of pure bliss crossing her delicate features as she savored the musk of my arousal. I watched, enraptured, as she rubbed her cheek back and forth along my length, marking herself with my essence.
"That's it," I heard myself croon, my voice low and rough with desire. "Smell me. Breathe me in. Fuck, you look so good with your face buried in my crotch like this." I don't even know where I get the confidence to say all these things.
Nyssa let out a breathless little laugh, her eyes opening to meet mine. There was a flush to her cheeks, her pupils blown wide with lust as she stared up at me from her position between my spread thighs.
"You like this, Henry?" she asked, her voice breathy and sultry. "You like having me sniffing this?"
"Mmm, you smell incredible," she murmured, her voice husky with desire.
I groaned at her words, my whole body shuddering with the effort it took not to explode. "You have no idea," I managed to get out, my fingers curling into the sheets beneath me. "It's so fucking hot. I can't... Nyssa, please. I need more."
Nyssa nuzzling and inhaling my scent was almost too much to bear, I could feel my orgasm fast approaching.
She hummed thoughtfully, her hot little tongue darting out to lick a stripe up my shaft. I cursed loudly, my head falling back against the pillow as I fought not to embarrass myself. But then Nyssa was wrapping her lips around the head of my cock, and I was a goner.
She punctuated her words by running her tongue along the underside of my shaft, swirling it around the head before taking it into her hot wet mouth. I can't help but cry out at the sensation, my fingers started tangling in her hair as my hips thrust up involuntarily. Where did she learn how to do that?
My sweet innocent Nyssa, doesn't look as innocent as I thought.
I cried out brokenly as she began to suck, my hips rocking up into the wet heat of her mouth. I can't believe Nyssa's mouth is that warm, and her expression it's just so addicting.
It felt like nothing I'd ever experienced before - the way her tongue swirled around my sensitive flesh, the gentle scrape of her teeth as she worked me over. I was panting harshly now, my chest heaving as I tried to drag in air through my nose.
"Fuck, Nyssa, fuck," I chanted, my hands coming down to tangle in her hair. "Just like that. Oh god, your mouth feels so good. Don't stop, Nyssa, please don't stop."
Nyssa made a muffled noise of agreement, the vibrations of it sending sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine. She took me deeper, her nose nestling against the coarse hairs at the base of my cock as she swallowed me down to the root.
She bobbed her head up and down my length, taking me deeper each time until it hit the back of her throat.
I was so close already, my balls drawing up tight against my body as I hurtled towards my release. I tried to warn her, my fingers tightening in her hair as I felt the first telltale tingles start at the base of my spine. But Nyssa just hummed around me, the sound sending me flying over the edge.
I looked down at Nyssa, my desire drinking in the sight of her lips stretched around my aching cock, her emerald eyes glazed with lust as she stared back at me. I don't think I can keep control anymore.
"I can't hold back any longer," I can't help but groaned, my voice strained. "Nyssa, I'm going to come. You need to pull off if you don't want me to - fuuuuck!"
I came with a shout, my vision whiting out as my cock jerked and spasmed in Nyssa's mouth. I felt her swallow around me, felt the rhythmic squeeze of her throat as she gulped down every drop of my release. It was almost too much, the intensity of the sensation threatening to rob me of consciousness.
Her tongue massaged my shaft as she worked to milk every last drop of my release.
But then Nyssa was pulling off, her lips releasing me with a lewd pop as she sat back on her heels. I stared up at her, panting and dazed, as she licked her lips, her eyes meeting my mind, just realizing what just happened between us.
"What was that?" she purred, her voice low and sultry. "It tast-"
I saw her face it looked disdainful as she ran to the table and got a bottle of water. I've never seen someone drink that fast.
Wait, did she? Oh my gosh, she just swallowed my load.
"It tastes weird." Nyssa's eyebrow shows the bitterness of my semen, I can't help but die from embarrassment. "But, that'-" she looked at me and I don't know what kind of expression I'm making right now.
"Did you feel good, Henry?" Her eyes somehow filled with lust, and her mouth moved on its own. "Yes, it feels good."
I let out a broken laugh, my body still twitching with the aftershocks of my climax. "I can't believe we just did that," I managed to get out, my voice hoarse and ragged. "I mean, I always wanted you, Nyssa. But I never thought..." I'd never experienced an orgasm that intense before, and I knew it was all thanks to Nyssa and her incredible mouth and ministrations.
"Thank you," I managed to get out, his voice hoarse and sated. I'm so weird, what am I thanking for?? Thanks for smelling my dick, sucking me off?? I'm thankful but wtf.
She reached out to cup my face, her thumb brushing over my cheekbone with a tender touch. "I'm glad I could help you," she said softly, her emerald eyes shining with affection. "I don't know exactly what happened but I started feeling tingly down there."
I looked down and I saw the small puddle where she sat. Did she? Did she came? I look at her flustered face, red as a tomato. My limp dick started getting hard again. She noticed it too and stared at it.
Fuck it we ball.
My heart swelled at her figure a warm feeling blooming in my chest. I knew I should probably feel guilty or ashamed about what had just happened - But at that moment, wrapped in the afterglow of the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life, I couldn't bring myself to regret it.
Instead, I just pulled Nyssa down onto the bed with me, tangling our bodies together as I sought out her lips in a deep, languid kiss. But before I could continue with my act, my words erupted. " Can I kiss you?" Because consent is sexy of course.
Please say yes, because I can't control it anymore. "I," I can see her mouth, slightly swollen because of the previous act earlier, " Please, do kiss me " I see her eyelashes fluttering as she closes her eyes and plucks her lips and all my sense of reasoning is gone.
She melted into me with a sigh, her arms coming up to wind around my neck as she pressed close.
I slowly put my hands on her chest. And oh my , it's huge.
And I hear her soft moan.