“Come on, girl.
Get on it—it’s not like I’m asking you to ride me.” Dronti spoke to the girl standing before him.
She looked so tense that it seemed like she might bolt at any moment.
He held his relaxed, heavy length loosely in his hand.
Breena stared at the shameless, handsome man sitting stark naked in front of her.
Dronti Leusi, the Lycan King.
She detested that face more than anything else in this world; given the chance, she would gladly smash it to pieces.
Looking at him brought back every vivid, agonizing detail of her parents’ deaths, and her hands clenched tighter around the small porcelain mug she held.
She couldn’t deny, however, that his body was built like a dangerous work of art.
Dronti possessed the hard, sculpted physique of someone who lived in a gym—broad, muscular shoulders that tapered into a razor-sharp V-cut, bulging biceps, rock-solid pectoral muscles, and deep-set six-pack abs that rippled with every breath he took.
Thick veins ran down his forearms and thighs, a testament to raw power.
She tried her absolute best not to look at the thick length resting in his palm, but how could she avoid it when her sole job was to apply the mashed herbs in her mug to that very spot?
She felt her skin flush hot.
This was too much.
To make matters worse, his suffocating scent was slowly filling the room.
Was he doing it on purpose?
As an omega, the potency of his pheromones made her core throb and her blood run hot.
She hated how her body betrayed her.
She forced her voice to remain steady.
“Can you suppress your scent first?” Dronti looked at her, a flash of surprise crossing his sharp features.
“Okay.
As you wish, healer.” The oppressive scent receded, allowing Breena to draw a clear breath.
Gathering her shattered courage, she stepped closer.
Dronti was leaning back in a wide leather armchair, completely unbothered by his exposure.
Breena squatted between his knees, scooping a generous portion of the green, crushed herbs onto her small palms.
She hesitated, taking far too long to make a move.
The delay clearly irritated him.
Dronti reached out, his hand closing around her wrists to freeze her in place.
“Are you going to take all night?” he growled.
He whisked his limp cock mere inches from her face.
“Apply it already before I give you a reason to cry.” Breena gulped, staring wide-eyed as his thick length swayed right next to her cheeks.
She had treated countless injuries and illnesses in her line of work, but never in her life had she found herself trapped in a situation this degrading.
Unable to bring herself to make contact, she tensed her legs, trying to stand up and pull away.
Dronti’s grip shifted instantly, his palm slamming down onto her shoulder to lock her in place.
“I’m paying you a fortune for this,” he warned, his deep voice carrying a dangerous edge.
“Your job is to treat me.
You’re not going anywhere.” He grabbed her small, herbal-covered hands, manually uncurling her fingers.
Without giving her a chance to protest, he guided her hands straight onto his cock.
The moment her bare skin touched his shaft, it felt scorching hot—like touching molten steel.
Shocked by the temperature, Breena tried to pull back, but Dronti slapped his large hand over both of hers, trapping them against his length.
“Move your hands,” he ordered, his voice thick and low.
“Work the herbs into the skin.” A surge of venomous hatred flared in Breena’s chest.
Standing this close to her parents’ killer, holding his most vulnerable part, she felt a sudden, psychotic urge to squeeze with all her strength and crush him.
Dronti felt the violent shift in her posture instantly.
His eyes narrowed, burning like hot coals.
“Watch yourself, girl.
Don’t try to kill my cock unless you’re eager for an immediate death.” Breena swallowed her rage, forcing her hands to obey.
Slowly, she began to move her palms up and down his shaft.
She started with light, cautious strokes, but as the nerves in her hands adjusted to the friction, her pace naturally quickened.
Before she realized what was happening, the flesh beneath her palms began to shift.
The limp length swelled, growing impossibly hard, long, and thick with every passing second.
Panicked by the rapid transformation, Breena gasped and tried to tear her hands away again, but Dronti’s grip remained firm.
“Keep going,” he rasped, his chest heaving as his breath grew heavy and uneven.
“It’s only natural that I react like this.” He was getting aroused.
Breena watched his tightly sculpted abdomen flex and quiver.
His cock expanded so dramatically that her small hands could barely wrap around the circumference.
Mechanically, she kneaded the tissue, working the crushed medicinal plants deep into his burning skin.
Dronti took control, guiding her hands in a rhythmic, firm stroke.
A deep, guttural sound of pure pleasure tore from his throat.
Breena’s mind raced in confusion—was this a medical treatment, or was she just giving the Lycan King a handjob?
After minutes of relentless, sliding strokes, Dronti let out a harsh exhale.
“Why avoid the tip?
Apply it up here.” Breena looked up at the broad, flushed head of his fully erect length.
She gulped, her heart hammering against her ribs.
Dronti shifted her right hand upward, dragging her thumb directly over the sensitive opening.
A loud, groan echoed through the room as Dronti’s entire body jerked violently against the chair.
Seeing his reaction, Breena applied a fresh coat of herbs directly to the tip.
She paused, deliberately pressing her thumb right into the sensitive nerve cluster and rubbing in a tight circle.
Dronti’s head snapped back, his jaw clenching so hard the muscles popped.
His body convulsed in a sudden wave of shock.
“Get your thumb off—shit, not so soon—!” He couldn’t stop it.
The dam broke.
For the first time in his life, the Lycan King let out a shattered, animalistic roar as he hit his climax.
Thick jets of warm cum gushed violently from his tip, splashing directly across Breena’s face.
The pressure was intense, coating her forehead, cheeks, and nose, with several stray drops landing right on her parted lips and entering her mouth.
Because it was his very first release, the volume was staggering.
The seed kept spurting out in relentless waves, leaving Dronti completely unstrung.
He looked intensely vulnerable, his hips twitching involuntarily as he rode out the massive release, unable to control his own body.
As the last few drops spilled over her chin, Dronti’s heavy breathing slowly began to stabilize.
He opened his pale grey, dangerous eyes, staring down at the healer covered in his spent seed.
Reaching out, his large hand cupped her small, mess-covered face, his thumb wiping a trace of warm fluid from the corner of her lips.
A smirk slowly curved his mouth.
“I can smell your sweet arousal, little healer,” Dronti purred, his fingers digging gently into her jaw as his eyes locked onto hers.
“Tell me…
do you want me to cum inside you next?”