Let's Train Heroine

Ever since her first handjob, Maris had been fascinated with handjobs. Not only giving them, but also watching Lucan doing himself. It was a rush to see and hear the reactions of him when he masturbated. It was when Maris woke up in the middle of night and when she was heading to the bathroom, she saw that the living room was open.

When she peek into it, she was stunned and stopped as her eyes glued to Lucan. He was masturbating.

Lucan's one hand was on his cock, the other was sensually visiting other parts of his body. She saw him pinching his nipples, gently running his hand over his stomach and the inside of his thighs. After about five minutes, she could tell by his breathing that he was going to cum. She watched his face as the moment approached. He did not close his eyes, his mouth slightly open as he moaned and his ejaculation spilled onto his belly and pubic hair. She remembered that when she did, the ejaculation flew, while this time it spilled out of his cock.

She went back to her room and masturbated.

Next day, Maris wanted to control things, and she knew one and two things about it.

So, the next day, Maris told Lucan to sit down on the couch and take his clothes off.

Maris sat down next to him and took his cock - which was semi-hard- in her hand. Maris, then made a semicircle with her thumb and fingers and to gently glide them up and down Lucan's cock. Maris did that and noticed Lucan's cock got bigger, harder in response.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

After fifteen or twenty seconds of that, she started softly squeezing the cock as she moved her hand up and down. Maris noticed a big drop of clear liquid at the tip. She smeared the clear stuff all over the cock and continued stroking. Maris noticed how slippery it had become.

Maris moves her head a little closer so she can watch the cock closer, and starts pumping faster since he's getting close, obviously recognizing the signs of Lucan's rapid breathing.

Within moments, she noticed how Lucan's balls tightened, how his cock pulsated and how she felt a surge from the base of his cock as she saw cum explode out of the hole and land on his chest, stomach, and even a little on her hair. Maris couldn't stop milking Lucan's cock and probably would've continued for several moments if she hadn't heard Lucan saying it was time for him to clean up. Although he could get hard and continue, today he needed to go out. He was doing some research about regrowing limbs.

As for Maris, then she learned more about handjobs. She had experimented and learned to use different techniques. Sometimes she made her hand real wet with saliva, body lotion or even cooking oil. Sometimes she would just use a dry one finger rub, up and down along the underside of the cock. Sometimes it was gripping and pumping the cock at its base from underneath the scrotum. She was successful at bringing Lucan off by gently rolling his nuts with no cock contact at all. She had learned to use her other hand to simulate other parts of the male parts, and brought him ejaculate.

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Hima sat gracefully in her chair, her striking presence effortlessly drawing glances from passersby. Her blond hair cascaded down, framing her face in soft waves, spilling over her shoulders and just brushing the edge of her costume. She had chosen a bold outfit for today—a "sexy witch" look.

Her hazel eyes, usually mischievous, sparkled from behind a velvet mask. Ruby-red lipstick painted her lips, a rich contrast to her dark, shimmering attire. The dress itself was a deep shade of purple, almost black, until the light caught it, revealing flashes of violet that seemed to dance as she shifted slightly in her seat.

The neckline was daring, plunging low with a laced front that drew the eye. A delicate lace bra added to her allure, lifting her C-cup cleavage just to the edge of the V-opening. The asymmetrical hem of the dress revealed her thighs.

It would have been even more beautiful if she had stocking-clad thighs, Black lace spider-web stockings clung to her legs, connecting to a garter belt that would have peeked out from time to time when she leaned forward or shifted. However, she didn't have legs.

Hima sat quietly in her chair, deep in thought as people passed by. Since retiring from adventuring, she had found herself facing a new kind of uncertainty. She and her team had opened a small shop, enough to bring in some income, but it wasn't truly fulfilling for her. At 24, Hima felt it was time to think about settling down, perhaps with a family of her own. The idea of companionship and building a life with someone began to appeal to her.

To that end, she'd gone to a matchmaker in the city, asking for help in finding a suitable partner. But the results had been disappointing. Hima had a few specific qualities she wanted in a man—someone kind, respectful, and genuinely interested in her as a person. Unfortunately, many of the men who met her requirements showed no interest once they discovered she was without legs. On the other hand, those who were interested were men she found unsuitable. She met with a few of them, hoping they might share her values, but it soon became clear that most only viewed her as a potential "conquest," seeing her beauty and physique but little else. They didn't want a partner; they wanted someone to satisfy their desires.

Though Hima lacked her legs, she a good body and beautiful face. She refused to accept a life where she was seen merely as an object. Disheartened, Hima realized that finding someone who valued her for who she was would be much harder than she'd anticipated.

Reflecting on her friends' lives didn't offer much reassurance, either. Julia still harbored feelings for Lucan and had no plans to seek out another relationship until she could either move past her love or see it fulfilled. Rina, with her strong muscles and a missing hand, found it difficult to attract men who could look beyond her warrior-like appearance, and she too seemed to have lingering feelings for Lucan. Olive, with her reserved personality, appeared to be resigned to a solitary life, finding the idea of marriage and family as unappealing as the need for small talk.

Hima sighed, feeling a bit lost. She longed for the thrill of her adventuring days, for the camaraderie and purpose that had once driven her. The idea of settling down didn't feel quite right when she thought about the passion and excitement she'd left behind. Deep down, she knew that if she ever regained her legs, she'd choose to return to adventuring over a quiet life. For now, though, she could only hope that someday, she might find a man who would cherish her as she was—or, gain her legs, once again go on adventure.