Nathan stood up, then slowly walked toward the river— the same river where, once, his dick was gently washed with love by a cheerful bunny woman. Where his lips were kissed sincerely, without asking. Where sexual desire was born from curiosity, not from fully formed awareness.
He slowly unwrapped the cloth Domina had given him— the one covering his dusty shaft. Then stepped forward, carefully, into the river. The thigh-deep water didn't immediately wash his dusted blade.
He scooped water with his hands and began to wash himself.
He let out a sigh.
"All of this… changed so fast."
The events from just a few hours ago replayed in his mind:
He had simply been preparing Kralven logs for the auto-poop-cleaning system, gently working alongside the shy serpent woman.
And now—he was alone.
After rinsing his private blade, dulled by absence, left unsharpened by the familiar touch of flesh that once made it twitch— he stood there in silence.
The once-bright sky slowly dimmed—
