Chapter 27: Humans Are Versatile

The boy held onto his breath, waiting for an answer. Hilda took a long time to process his question. She expressed no disapproval but said something into her mouth's muzzle.

Ethan decided to take the risk to remove her gag. "Go ahead and speak. But if you call out for help, you'll quickly discover it will be the last time you speak."

The Constable gasped for breath as soon as the oral bonding was removed. After a few awkward moments, she looked up at Ethan. "I've laid with both men and women," was all she said.

The boy raised his brows in surprise. Not only did Hilda not object to his lewd proposal, but she also admitted that her sexuality wouldn't come in the way.

Ethan smiled back at her and slowly removed the patient apron. A pair of well-shaped, voluptuous breasts greeted him. After an elongated moment of admiration, the boy grabbed one in each hand, squeezing and fondling them greedily.

Hilda squirmed in her bondage and moaned, not only because of the intimate touch but also because of her injuries. The pain and pleasure mixed, forming a dangerous cocktail.

Ethan pinched her nipples, making her gasp. He repeated the play until they were red and sore, his fingers acting mercilessly. "It hurts…" Hilda finally murmured.

The boy leaned forward and put his lips over her smarting nipples in turns, wetting them with his tongue. It was like a bucket of water emptied over a raging hearth.

At this point, Ethan realized his dick was fighting a winning battle against his pants. He turned his head to steal a glance at Hilda's lower body. The patient's underpants were soaked already. She was ready to make love to.

However, the boy didn't have time. The Devil's Curse would be triggered at any moment. He didn't want to turn to stone in the present position. It would be a shameful death.

Hilda was sweating already, turned on tremendously by the foreplay. She looked up at Ethan, biting her lower lip with complete submission, urging him to do what he must.

"We'll make love to you some other day," the boy said with a shake of his head. "Right now, I am running out of time. I will use your breasts to relieve myself."

The Constable nodded. "Release my hands. Let me help."

Ethan was anxious about giving Hilda her freedom immediately. What if she was pretending all along just for this moment of weakness? However, he had no choice right now. The Devil's Curse was probably knocking at the door already.

Ethan untied Hilda's bondage and braced himself for an attack. Instead, she rubbed her sore wrists and grabbed his pants, slowly lowering them.

The boy's engorged penis made its grand appearance like a mighty naval warship. He was himself shocked at its size. How large was it? Ten inches? That was ridiculous compared to his age and height.

Hilda was also spellbound by the sight. Her callused hands touched his warm foreskin. Her mouth opened in disbelief as she grabbed his dick fully, feeling its girth and heft.

"You are blessed, Young Count… Just like your father…"

Ethan chose to ignore the mention of his father. If Papa Cromwell liked quickies with his guards and generals, that was his business. More power to him.

Ethan leaned over the woman and put his monstrosity on her sternum. Hilda pressed her huge breasts together, suffocating its path.

The boy felt a surge rise from his member. The Constable's tits were larger than he expected. Moreover, they were firm, just like her overworked, lithe body. How lucky was he to own the woman's complete submission?

Ethan pushed his dick through the cavity back and forth. The pleasure derived was inexplicable. Even though it was more of a dry hump, the raw connection with Hilda's breasts enhanced his arousal. This was precisely what made reincarnation enjoyable—sex with a fantasy maiden that only existed in Earth's fiction.

Ethan had no idea how much time passed. A quake in his penis made him realize he was close to orgasm. The boy didn't even have the chance to aim. Without warning, he ejaculated.

Hilda's breasts experienced a flood of fluid. She expected it to be over, and hence barely had time to close her eyes for the follow-up. A handful of semen splattered on her face, a fair amount finding its way into her open mouth.

Ethan let out an elongated groan before hunching over the woman. He rose moments later, looking as if he had found salvation. "You pass the test," he said gingerly.

"I'm glad," the Constable replied. She looked unsatisfied with the ending since she was denied an orgasm. However, the experience itself was too strange and memorable to be missed.

Ethan scooped some semen from her inundated breasts. "Now, the time for your reward."

"What do you mean-" Hilda's words were cut short as the boy filled her mouth with his seed.

"Gulp it down. I want to see what happens."

Hilda grabbed his hand and shook her head to protest. However, a few drops had already made their way down her throat. The Constable's eyes became teary as she absolutely did not consent to consuming semen. It was a shameful act, according to her.

Hilda's opinion changed shortly after. Her abdominal area glowed. "Ah!" Within seconds, the bruises and fractures disappeared with snaps and pops.

Ethan unmounted the woman and untied her legs. Hilda rose from the patient's bed, wholly healed and looking rather shocked. "So the rumors are true! Your seed, indeed, has magical properties! But I'm not an Elf. How did it heal me?"

Ethan handed the Constable a towel to clean herself up. "Humans can't gain mastery over any particular skill, but they can be versatile and learn a little of everything. They are generalists, as compared to being specialists. Jack of All Trades."

"I reckon that applies to my semen as well," he added thoughtfully. "On consuming it, humans can experience its different magical effects depending on the situation."

Hilda nodded in comprehension. The Cromwell heir was well-versed in powerful magic, and his knowledge and acumen were sharp. How did she mistake him for an imposter? However, one concern still loomed in her mind.

"About Lady Gwen…" she began apprehensively. "I don't think I can overlook-"

Ethan raised a hand, cutting her words short. He quickly explained Gwen's affliction and the trials he had to endure to help her. In the end, Hilda was so overwhelmed that she knelt before him.

"I apologize profusely, Young Count!" she cried out. "My blindness and foolishness led to this situation. I deserve the beating you gave me and much more. I wish there was anything I could do to make up for my sins!"

Ethan approached Hilda and offered her a hand. The Constable rose to her feet, looking disappointed with herself.

"Indeed, there is much to make up for, Hilda. You do owe me a lot. But all debts will be collected at the right time. For now, please return to your position and don't breathe a single word to anybody about our arrangement. Not even the Countess!"

"But-"

"I will be involved in many dangerous things in the future," Ethan added. "I don't want my mother to be worried. She will know my secrets in due time. I hope you can respect that."

The Constable nodded and put on her armor and weapons. "I can and I will. What are your plans for today? Young Count? Is there any assistance I can offer?"

Ethan rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "None that I can think of. I have to pay a quick visit to my sister in another patient suite. Then, a couple of tutors are waiting for me in the gardens. I have a long day ahead."