Chapter 56: Thinking about his female
Warning: Chapter Contains Explicit Content
This Chapter features an explicit solo masturbation scene with detailed sexual thoughts and physical descriptions. Mature content (18+) ahead. Reader discretion advised.
Hu Baiyu slipped away from the main cave as soon as the last bite of meat was swallowed.
The fire had died down to soft red embers, and the other males were already settling in their usual spots.
He could not stay.
Not with Lin Huahua sitting so close, her small face still flushed from the warm food and the firelight, her white rat ears twitching every time someone spoke to her.
Every time she moved even a little, the memory of her in the bath rushed back so fast it made his chest hurt.
So he left quietly, his big lion body moving without sound through the dark cave until he reached the small room carved deep into the rock.
That was the place he always stayed alone.
No one else came here, because each of them has their own rooms.
It was just stone walls, a thick pile of furs on the floor, and the faint smell of earth and his own scent.
He pushed the heavy hide curtain aside and stepped in, letting it fall behind him with a soft thud.
The moment he was alone, the quiet pressed in hard. Outside, there were no footsteps or voices because the whole tribe was sleeping.
Only the distant drip of water somewhere deep in the cave and his own uneven breathing.
Hu Baiyu stood there for a long moment, huge shoulders rising and falling too fast.
He tried to calm down.
He really tried.
But when he closed his blue eyes and there she was again, his little female, naked and glowing in the steam, water sliding slow and shiny down her pale skin, over the gentle swell of her small breasts, past the soft curve of her belly, between her thighs where everything looked so delicate and perfect and untouched.
His tail flicked once behind him, sharp and helpless.
Heat crawled up his neck again, burning his ears red under the thick white hair.
He felt stupid and guilty.
He felt like the biggest, strongest lion in the tribe was being undone by one tiny white rat girl who probably still hated him for peeking.
And yet his body did not care about guilt.
It only cared about her.
Hu Baiyu let out a low, shaky breath and sank down onto the furs.
His hide skirt, that was just one rough piece of animal skin tied low around his hips felt too tight now.
Everything felt too tight.
He lay back slowly, massive chest still heaving, one thick arm thrown over his eyes like that could block the images.
Yet Lin Huahua was there every time his mind blinked.
The way her fluffy rat tail had curled in the water.
The soft pink tips of her ears when she sighed.
The innocent way her slender fingers had trailed over her own skin while washing.
His cock twitched hard under the hide, already half-full from dinner, now swelling fast and heavy until it pushed painfully against the rough leather.
This had never happened to him before.
Sometimes he felt a quiet stir down there when he thought of females in the tribe, but it always went away on its own.
He had never touched it, because he never needed to and it never felt this intense until her.
Hu Baiyu bit the inside of his cheek. He should not do this. He should not think of her like this.
She was small.
She was soft.
She was his female, even if she did not want him yet, even if he had ruined everything by watching her bathe like some shameless beast.
But the ache would not stop.
It only grew deeper, hotter and lower.
He shifted his hips once, trying to ease it, but the movement only rubbed the sensitive head against the hide and made a small, surprised whimper slip out of his throat.
It was a sound so soft and confused it made his own ears flatten in embarrassment.
The sound was very quiet.
He froze, ears perked, listening to make sure no one had heard.
Nothing.
Just silence.
He had never made a sound like that before.
It felt strange coming from his own throat.
Like his body was doing things he did not understand.
So he did it again, a slow roll of his hips, grinding himself against the fur beneath him.
Another low whimper escaped, high and needy.
His big hand moved almost without thinking.
His fingers that were thick and calloused from hunting pushed the hide skirt aside.
His hand hesitated for a second, big fingers trembling just a little, because he had never done this.
Never wrapped his hand around himself.
Never felt the heat of his own skin like this.
He did not even know if he was supposed to.
His cock sprang free, heavy and thick, already leaking at the tip, veins standing out along the shaft.
It looked huge even to him, too big for her tiny body, too rough for her soft skin and that thought only made it throb harder.
Hu Baiyu wrapped his hand around the base,
carfully and unsure, and gave it one slow, experimental stroke from root to tip.
His whole body jerked like he had been shocked.
A soft gasp left him, eyes flying wide because it felt... too much.
It felt good, strange and electric.
Nothing like anything he had ever known.
His head fell back against the furs.
A long, trembling breath left him.
He stroked again.
Slower this time.
Tighter.
His thumb brushed over the slick head, spreading the wetness, and his hips jerked up into his fist without permission.
Little whimpers started slipping out now, they were soft, broken sounds he tried to swallow back.
He pictured her. Not just in the bath. He pictured her under him. Spread open on these same furs. Her small hands clutching his hair.
Her fluffy white tail wrapped around his thigh.
Her pink lips parted, whispering his name even though he could never answer.
He wanted to taste her everywhere.
He wanted to lick the water from her skin with his tongue and press his face between her thighs and drink until she shook.
He wanted to push inside her so slowly because she was so small and he was so big, and he would rather die than hurt her.
But gods, he wanted to fill her.
Wanted to feel her tight heat squeeze around him until he could not think.
Wanted to hear her little gasps, her whimpers, her soft cries of "Baiyu" even though he could never say her name back.
His hand moved faster and rougher now.
The wet sound of skin on skin filled the small room.
His breathing turned ragged.
His free hand clawed at the furs, ripping small tears.
His tail thrashed behind him.
Every stroke pulled another low quite whimper from deep in his chest.
He imagined her legs wrapped around his waist which was impossible with how tiny she was, but he wanted it anyway.
He imagined her rat ears twitching every time he thrust deep and her tail flicking against his back while he claimed her.
The pressure built too fast.
His balls drew tight, he felt his toes curl, so he tried to slow down and to make it last.
But the images would not stop.
Her flushed cheeks, wide brown eyes looking up at him and small body trembling under his much larger one.
"Huahua..." he mouthed silently, no sound, just the shape of her name on his lips.
That was all it took.
His back arched off the furs.
A choked, desperate groan tore out, louder than he meant, but he could not stop it.
Hot liquid spilled over his fist in thick, endless waves, it was so much and so sudden, coating his hand, dripping warm across his belly, soaking into the furs beneath him.
His eyes flew wide in pure shock.
This had never happened to him before.
He did not know bodies could do this.
He did not know pleasure could feel this big, this strong, this messy.
His whole body shook like a leaf in wind, ears pinned flat, tail curled tight around his leg as if trying to hold on.
Wave after wave. His whole body shook with it. His ears flattened and his tail went limp. He kept stroking while thinking of her till he was satisfied. Even though he did not know how to stop, even though every pulse made him whimper in surprise.
When it finally ended, he collapsed back, chest heaving, blue eyes half-lidded and dazed.
The room smelled of him now, it had this thick, musky, satisfied.
The ache was gone. Mostly. He still felt empty in a different way. Because she was not here.
Because he had done this alone, thinking of her, wanting her so badly it hurt even after release.
Hu Baiyu stared at the dark ceiling.
His big hand, still sticky, came up to cover his eyes again.
Guilt crept back in, slow and heavy.
But under it, something softer and sweet stayed.
Something that whispered: she is my little female.
And maybe, someday, she would let him hold her for real.
He let out one last quiet breath.
Then he curled onto his side, huge body tucking in like a protective cave around the empty space where she should be.