Chapter 5: Orally?
Leon's mouth went dry, his heart hammering so fiercely he thought it might burst. "Orally?" he squeaked, his voice cracking like it hadn't since middle school.
"You mean... like..." His mind raced, conjuring flashes of late-night hentai binges and steamy fanfics read under the covers. This was real. This was happening. A dizzying mix of panic and desire churned in his chest, leaving him lightheaded.
He was a virgin—hadn't even kissed a girl—and now this?
Saria's fingers stilled on his belt, her dark eyes flicking up to meet his. "It's part of the ritual," she said, her voice steady but softer than usual, like she was trying to ease him into it. "The only way to break the curse. Are you in, or do I find another healer?"
Leon's breath caught. Another healer? No chance. He was terrified, drowning in his own inexperience, but the thought of Saria needing him—trusting him—ignited something fierce inside. "I'm in," he managed, his voice shaky but resolute. "For you. For Eldwood." He aimed for heroic, but it came out more like a nervous whimper.
Granny Elda cackled from the corner, her staff tapping a mocking rhythm. "Oh, this'll be good. Don't pass out, boy."
Saria ignored her, unfastening Leon's belt with a soft clink that echoed in the quiet chamber.
She tugged his pants down, the fabric brushing his thighs, and his cock, already straining against his underwear, made his face burn with embarrassment.
He clenched his fists, fighting the urge to cover himself, his pulse roaring in his ears.