Debauchery In A Woman's World

Ethan trudged back through the dense underbrush to the makeshift camp where Athena and Beatrix awaited. His mind raced with the rough events of the day, but most importantly, he was quite aroused.

As he emerged into the small clearing by the pond, Ethan spotted the two girls.

Beatrix, the loli witch. A sight for sore eyes. She had pushed up her ash-colored hair and was dressed in a simple night frock that hung loosely on her petite frame.

The witch fussed over a small cauldron bubbling with stew. Athena, on the other hand, had shed her usual armor for a flowing dress that hung loosely over her muscular curves. The garment was practical for rest, but it did little to hide her massive breasts.

"Ethan! Where have you been?" Beatrix called out in an annoyed tone. She hopped up from her spot by the fire. "We've been worried sick."

"I made it within half an hour, didn't I?"

"Forget that! Come here. Athena's wound... It's not getting better."

The warrior woman sat against a tree trunk, her face paler than ever. She glanced up at Ethan with piercing eyes, her divine vision no doubt scanning him for any signs of Dark Nymph energy.

Ethan went around her and grimaced. A deep gash ran across her back, slicing through the fabric of her dress.

"What happened?" the boy asked. He knelt beside Athena, examining the wound with a concerned frown. The cut was rough and refused to clot. "This looks bad. Does it hurt?"

Athena shook her head. "There's no pain. That's the strange part. It's like the wound is cursed to bleed forever. Beatrix has tried everything—potions, spells, even some of her weird herbal mixes. Nothing works. She has applied a spell that will hold my bleeding for half an hour. Then I am in trouble."

Beatrix nodded vigorously, her small hands wringing the hem of her frock. "I've used healing salves and regeneration charms. The bleeding slows for a moment, then starts right back up."

"If we don't stop it soon, permanently, she'll lose too much blood. We could head to Gulchtown. There's a decent healer there, but it's a full day's ride. She might not make it."

Ethan narrowed his eyes, his mind already whirring with possibilities. He recalled the shaman Jibreel. This wound must be infused with some lingering curse. "It has to be the Orc Shaman's doing. I encountered his elder blood magic while freeing Luka Voltha. This must be something similar."

The two young women exchanged helpless glances. Beatrix bit her lip, her cute face creased with worry. Athena tried to stand but winced as fresh blood trickled down her back. "We can't just sit here. If I have to crawl to Gulchtown, I will."

Ethan wasn't about to let that happen. A sly plan formed in his mind, one that would kill two birds with one stone. Heal Athena and get some much-needed relief.

The boy was about to get an erection anytime now, which would trigger the Asmodeus Curse. These girls were unlikely to help him voluntarily. Manipulation and deceit were the way.

"Wait," Ethan said. "I think I have a solution. It would be something unconventional, but it might work."

Beatrix perked up. "What is it? If it's a spell ingredient, I might have it in my pack."

Athena leaned forward slightly, ignoring the twinge in her back. "Speak. We're out of options anyway."

Ethan hesitated for dramatic effect, then leaned in closer. "My… err… you know… cum. It has healing properties. If you consume it, it could close the wound from the inside out."

The camp fell silent for a beat, then erupted in disgust. Beatrix's face turned beet red. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish. "What? That's... that's ridiculous! And shameless! Are you seriously suggesting that right now?"

Athena's expression twisted into one of pure revulsion. "You perverted little whelp! I'd rather bleed out than ingest your filthy seed. How dare you propose such a thing?"

Ethan held up his hands innocently, though inwardly he celebrated joyously that he could actually say that aloud. "Hey, don't shoot the messenger. I'm just trying to help. Look, I didn't make this up."

Ethan reached into his satchel and pulled out the worn book Girls! Girls! Girls!, a tome he'd acquired at the castle library. Flipping through the pages, he found the entry he was looking for. It was a scribbled note from the author, a notorious scholar who wrote about his travels in Promiscua.

"See? Right here," he said, thrusting the book toward them. The page read: In rare cases, the seed of certain males possesses miraculous healing powers, capable of mending wounds that defy potions and magic. These males are often marked by outsider auras or exceptional vitality. Consumption is key—direct ingestion amplifies the effect.

Beatrix snatched the book, her eyes scanning the text. She furrowed her brow, then nodded slowly. "Huh. This author is credible. The legendary Jack Mehoff! I've read his other works. It could be true. In a world like ours, where male essence is so potent, it's not entirely far-fetched."

Athena snatched the book next, her hands trembling slightly from blood loss. She read the entry, and her face contorted further. "This is absurd. Even if it's true, how could I possibly... Ingest it? It's degrading! And besides, with your Devil's Curse, you can't even masturbate without penalties. Who would... Extract it?"

Ethan shrugged, playing the innocent card to perfection. "All I want is to help, Athena. You're bleeding out, and we're in the middle of nowhere. If the idea disgusts you that much, maybe Beatrix can whip up a memory wipe potion. That way, you can forget the entire experience afterward."

Beatrix pondered this, tapping her chin. "The best I can do is a short-term amnesia spell that can erase maybe twenty minutes. It would be enough to blur the details without long-term damage."

Athena groaned, leaning back against the tree. The bleeding hadn't restarted, but it was about to. "Fine. But I don't want to see it. I could help you with my eyes closed. Then... consume it. God, I can't believe I'm even considering this!"

Beatrix looked equally disgusted but resigned in the end. "It's our only shot. I'll stand guard and make sure Orcs don't get the jump on us. Just... get it over with quickly."

Ethan suppressed a smug smile as he led Athena to the edge of the nearby pond. "This spot should do," he said, choosing an area where a boulder shielded Beatrix's view from the distance.

Athena turned her back to him and crossed her arms. "First, clean yourself up. And don't get any ideas."

Ethan dropped his pants with a casual flick. He waded into the shallow water, washing his genitals thoroughly. The cool water sent a shiver up his spine, but it also heightened his anticipation.

'This is going to be fun,' he thought, his mind already plotting the next step.

Ethan returned to the boulder, pantsless, and leaned against it comfortably. His member hung limp for now, but the situation was perfect for arousal. It was like a porn movie plot, just a million times better. "Alright, Athena. I am ready. Keep your eyes closed and put your hand out. Let's do this."

The warrior woman approached with her eyes squeezed shut, bending forward slightly. Her dress dipped low, revealing a generous cleavage that made Ethan's pulse quicken. The Amazonian's breasts were humongous and bountiful, straining against the fabric.

Ethan licked his lips and guided her hand to his penis. Her fingers brushed against it.

"Be careful," he warned, relishing the moment. "You are a rather strong human. You could squish it like a grape."

Athena's cheeks flushed, even with her eyes closed. "I... I've never touched one before. But, you know! I've cut off many in battle!"

Ethan bit his lip to hide his amusement. Her confession was both intimidating and oddly arousing. She grabbed his penis. Her young hand was beautiful, although rough and calloused from years of wielding weapons.

She began to jerk the flaccid penis with her fingers. Her movements were awkward and mechanical, like polishing a sword hilt.

But nothing happened. Ethan's member remained soft. It was intentional.

The boy was aroused, and heat built in his groin. But he resisted, clenching his muscles to hold back the erection. This was part of his plan. He needed to escalate things.

"It's not working," Athena muttered, slowing down her hand. "Isn't it supposed to have gotten bigger by now? Why aren't you... hard?"

Ethan sighed dramatically. He had been waiting for her grievance. "It's that joke you made about cutting off penises. It kind of killed the mood. I'm not feeling anything down there."

Athena's blind face twisted in confusion. "What? How do I fix that? We don't have time for this!"

The boy grinned and licked his lips. "Well… Let me think… Umm… If you remove your top and show me your breasts, that might do the trick."

Athena recoiled, and her hand froze mid-jerk. "Absolutely not! That's even more disgusting. I'd rather die than expose myself to you!"

"Suit yourself," Ethan replied coolly, leaning back further. "But I'm not getting hard otherwise. It's your call."

Athena stood there, her eyes still closed. Ethan could see conflicting emotions battling on her face. It was the perfect plan.

For a warrior like Athena, it was pride versus survival, and disgust versus necessity.

The boobacious Amazon warrior, unbreakable in battle, now teetered on the edge of submission. What would she choose?