'It's just a massage…' Claire thought, letting out a deep exhale.
She knelt down beside Damien, slowly opening the pouch.
The moment she opened it, a light flowery scent wafted out, slowly spreading across the room.
She scooped a little out of it, her cheeks reddening slightly as she spread it around her palms.
The ointment itself was light green in colour, and had a thick and smooth texture.
"I'll be… applying it now." she muttered, hesitating a bit before placing her hands on his chest.
Damien simply nodded, feeling a slight chill from her touch.
The ointment felt very cool to the touch, making him feel more relaxed even from the slightest touch.
Meanwhile, Claire's hand trembled slightly as she rubbed the ointment around his chest.
The blush on her cheeks deepened slightly when she felt his soft muscles under her palm, especially with how they were well-sculptured.
She was already used to seeing Damien as a slender boy, so this change was a lot more sudden than she expected.
However, she simply assumed it was the result of a growth spurt, one she hadn't noticed until now.
"Just tell me… where it hurts." she said, slowly rubbing the ointment around hie chest.
Damien exhaled softly, enjoying the touch of her soft, warm hands combined with the effect of the ointment.
Her hands then brushed past his nipples, sending a sharp chill of pleasure down his spine.
Claire's breath hitched in her throat, but she didn't stop what she was doing.
She slid a little lower, her hands resting on his abs.
She continued spreading the ointment around hie skin, making sure it sunk well into his body.
Suddenly, she noticed something twitch around the region of his crotch, and her brows furrowed slightly in confusion.
Her eyes slowly drifted down, only to find a massive tent pitching above his pants.
"W-what…?" she mumbled, her eyes widening in disbelief.
She subconsciously shrunk back, a bit taken aback by its appearance.
It kept twitching, almost like it was trying to break out of the constraints that held it.
"Ugh…" Damien grunted, gnashing his teeth.
His eyes narrowed, and his face squeezed into a slight, agonized frown.
[Devil's Whisper]
He then activated the skill, a connection similar to the one he felt earlier between him and Nora formed between them.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Claire asked, not sure about how to react in this situation.
'He's hurting there, I need to… relief him.' Damien softly planted the thought in her head, further amplifying her worry.
Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment, and her gaze kept drifting down to the huge tent pitching on his crotch then back to his face.
"Did they… hit you… here?" she asked, pointing towards it.
Damien nodded, and unbeknownst to the woman, his eyes flashed with a strange glint.
"Yes… it hurts… really bad…" he muttered, wincing slightly.
'I'll have to apply the ointment on it.' he sent another perverted thought into the mind of the woman, watching as her face reddened even more.
He couldn't help but find her reactions quite cute, especially with how much he was teasing her.
"That meant…" she muttered, subconsciously fiddling with her fingernails.
'Those idiots, how dare they do this… to him?' she thought, gnashing her teeth as she took another glimpse of his bulge.
She could see how hard it was straining against the fabric and couldn't help but wonder how much pain and discomfort Damien must be in.
"Don't worry, I'll help you… you need to get better." she said, stretching a hand towards it.
However, it suddenly jumped against at that moment, and a chill ran down her spine.
Nonetheless, she didn't relent, gently placing her hand on the thick bulge.
She gulped, feeling it pulse violently against her palm.
Even through the fabric of his pants, she could still feel the heat emanating from the rock hard organ.
She subconsciously tightened her grip on it, gently rubbing back and forth.
'It's so huge… how is it… this huge?' she thought, softly biting her lips.
Damien smirked smugly, watching as the woman subconsciously played around with his bulge.
Claire, realising her actions, blushed again, subconsciously turning her head away.
'I can't believe I got distracted by his…' she mumbled inwardly, swallowing a hard gulp.
"I'll start… now." she meekly muttered, slowly pulling down his pants.
Soon enough, his underwear appeared before her, with the bulge straining even more against it.
She felt her breath hitch, but she didn't let that not so little detail deter her.
'He seems to be in so much pain… I have to free it, to help him.' she thought, slowly pulling down the underwear also.
Immediately, Damien's rock hard cock sprung out, slapping against her face.
Claire gasped in shock, a little taken aback by its sudden appearance.
She kept on staring at it, feeling a strange heat build up within her nether regions.
It was even larger than she imagined it was, with thick veins pulsing all around it.
The huge, cap-like head was staring at her, and for a moment, she felt like she saw the slit wink at her.
She subconsciously compared it to that of her ex-husband, and the difference was just too astronomical.
She didn't even know men were supposed to pack rods as huge as like within their pants, wondering just how Damien was able to walk with such a monster on him.
'Those idiots, how dare they… hit him here…?' she thought, clenching her fists.
'Don't worry Damien, I'll help you.' she thought, slowly stretching her hand towards the massive rod.
Damien simply stared at her with a smug smirk on his face, enjoying the shocked expression on her face.
'I can't wait… to bury my cock in that mouth.' he thought, the smirk on his face widening slightly.
Suddenly, Claire's hands wrapped around his cock, sending a chill of pleasure coursing through his body.
"Ugh…" he couldn't hold back the low grunt that broke through his lips.
If her touching his cock through his clothes was already pleasurable, then this was a whole new feeling.
'Those soft hands… they really are great for pleasure.' he thought.