Hentai Dragon King

Chapter 131: I Have No Tools, So I’ll Try Fishing. No, I Have a Pole!

Ferris-san, being a proper princess, had been raised well. Her skin was white and translucent with no scars, beautiful. Water droplets clung to her skin like tiny pearls.

Bonbonbon-san was, as her name suggested, "bon bon bon."

Umm.

Both girls had their waists submerged in the knee-deep water, so their lower bodies were underwater. I couldn’t tell if they had pussies. They did have breasts, though. Their nipples were too small to see clearly, but their bulges were obvious.

Well, even action figures show breast volume, so of course fairies have breasts. I definitely couldn’t grab Ferris-san’s legs and peer between them.

I scooped up some water from a little farther upstream and drank it. Downstream might bring my own semen flowing.

Ah, right. Esty-san had mentioned a nearby river. Was this the same river?

Water was definitely no problem.

For tonight’s dinner we had bread and dried meat, but I hoped there would be fish too.

"Ferris-san, does this river have fish?"

"Yes, there are fish. I’ve almost been eaten by them several times."

I see. She hadn’t been eaten, just almost eaten. The fairies’ conversation was fresh.

Good. I knew I’d catch fish, but how? I had no fishing rod or bait. In manga and anime they often tie hair to a branch to make a fishing rod, but there was no needle.

...Wait, I have a rod!

I slowly entered the river a little farther downstream so I wouldn’t scare the two fairies.

"Huu~"

The water was cold, so I let out a weird sound.

I scooped water with my hands, splashed it on my chest, and got used to the temperature little by little. I wanted to use Fire Magic to warm my body properly, but I wasn’t skilled enough for that.

While daydreaming that I wanted to hug a skilled Fire-Magic user like Ana-san, I got my body used to the water temperature.

"Alright. Let’s go."

I started walking toward the middle of the river.

The deeper I went, the deeper the water became until it reached my navel.

The current was gentle, so there was no risk of drowning.

If I slipped and got swept away, I could struggle free with my full physical ability, but in the worst case Ferris-san would try mouth-to-mouth — but with the size difference I wouldn’t be saved. I had to be careful not to drown.

"Is this spot good?"

The plan was simple. Ferris-san had said "I’ve almost been eaten by them several times."

If the fish in this river recognized the fairy-sized, skin-colored living thing as bait, they would bite when I shook my cock in the current.

I had no intention of letting the fish suck my cock, so I’d grab it just before it could bite with my hand.

I sang in my head while letting my cock drift with the current, waiting for the fish.

I like onahole~ I like onahole~ It’s cold and feels good.

I like onahole~ I like onahole~ Hurry up or I’ll cum~

...!

Something silver was wavering in the water ahead. Fish?

No hidden monster like a snake or alligator.

The water surface rippled, but the shape wasn’t clear.

As it got closer, it became obvious it was a fish.

It’s coming, it’s coming, it’s coming. Big one. Salmon size?

Good, good, come straight.

Now!

Gash!

Slurp!

Gab!

"Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!"

My hand slipped on the fish’s scales and my cock was swallowed.

Kuh...

But I couldn’t let the fish I had caught escape.

What to do. Should I fix it while erect?

No, if the fish bit my erect cock, something would end for me as a man.

No choice. I held the narrow part of the fish’s tail fin with both hands and pressed it against my groin to fix it.

It was really big. It was probably as thick as my thigh.

I wanted to take a photo and yell "I got it!"

Slosh, slosh! Slosh, slosh!

Kuh...

The fish realized it was caught and thrashed, twisting its whole body to stimulate my cock.

It was like an electric onahole!

No! Don’t get erect. If the fish made my cock erect by swallowing it, my heart would break!

Stop, fish

That sloshing feeling

It feels good on my cock

I fixed the fish so it wouldn’t escape but slowed my walk toward the shore so I wouldn’t stimulate my cock too much. My physical defense was high, so the pain wasn’t bad, but the mental damage was huge.

Damn. What a difficult mission.

To keep the fish from escaping I needed to apply force.

To keep my erection from coming I needed to release.

It was the same dilemma as a sea urchin, but a true iramatio (forced oral) with a river fish.

I couldn’t push too hard or pull too hard.

This required extremely delicate power control, on par with repeatedly reading my favorite erotic manga.

In erotic manga I already knew where every scene was. That’s why I had to perfectly pace from beginning to climax.

It would be unforgivable to cum during pussy insertion when I had wanted to cum in my ass.

I knew that a few pages later the manga would have "Hey, look, this hole is twitching cutely too" and I’d say "That’s not—"

But erotic manga aren’t like erotic videos — I can’t rewind scenes.

I’m a paper lover because electronic books have thick, heavy mosaics.

Plus, electronic books sometimes mysteriously disappear when someone complains...

When I masturbated to erotic manga I held the book with only my left hand. It was awkward, but I had to keep my right hand free, so I shifted my thumb and flipped pages little by little. When you read a book with one hand you can’t rewind!

Erotic manga is way bigger than shonen manga!

The finger load is on another level. I had controlled my cock and fingers without exceeding my limits...

Right. I could use that experience. Experience I had built in Japan, and now I am a sex warrior!

Gash!

I gripped the fish’s tail fin with my right hand like I was holding my cock, and held the fish’s belly with my left hand in an erotic-manga reading position.

Good. The fish’s body-writhing control was perfect.

I could cum, but I shouldn’t cum.

I knew the distance to the shore. I trusted my cock’s defense.

Slosh, slosh! Slosh, slosh!

The fish thrashed desperately, putting full force into its jaws to bite my cock, but it didn’t matter. I would walk at my own pace. My cock’s defense was stronger than the fish’s bite.

Look at the fish’s face. It’s obviously a fish. Cock, wilt. Don’t get erect.

Good. Slowly... slowly...

Zab, zab...

I steadily approached the shore one step at a time.