When Leon woke again, the room was alive with golden light, spilling through the open window and casting a warm glow across the wooden floor. He blinked against the brightness, shifting slightly beneath the thin sheet that did little to shield him from the morning air—or from the sharp ache that tore through his ribs when he moved.
"Ahhh…" His groan escaped in a ragged breath. Pain shot through him, but it was quickly forgotten when movement stirred in the doorway.
She entered quietly, and his heart jolted.
The woman moved with an unhurried grace, her figure framed by the morning light. She wore a plain dress that draped loosely from her shoulders, yet the fabric betrayed her in subtle ways, clinging where it shouldn't. Her breasts pressed against the cotton, the peaks of her nipples outlined against the cloth, drawing his eyes no matter how hard he tried to look away. Drawn to the soft curves beneath the cotton, to the gentle sway of her hips that seemed almost hypnotic.
A name surfaced in his mind—Melina, the village healer.
"Ooh! You're awake." Her voice was warm, like sunlight after rain. "How are you feeling?"
Leon tried to speak, but no voice came. His lips parted, his throat strained, and only a dry rasp broke the silence.
Melina's eyes softened. "Don't force it," she said gently, setting aside the folded clothes in her hands. She stepped closer, her presence calm and steady. "You just missed your family, but don't worry—they'll be back later." His mother worked as a maid at the chief's house while his two sisters worked at a local inn, one as a cook and another as a waitress.
She pressed the back of her hand to his forehead, her touch cool, soothing. "No fever… that's good. But your body is still weak. Let it rest."
She reached for a bowl of water at the bedside and slid an arm carefully behind his shoulders, lifting him just enough so he wouldn't choke. The motion was practiced, but close—too close. Leon caught the faint scent of herbs and her natural body scent of lavender.
"Here," she murmured, guiding the rim of the bowl to his lips.
The water was blissfully cool, easing the dryness in his throat, though it did little to calm the heat building elsewhere. His eyes lingered on her face as she tilted the bowl. Her hair had loosened from its bun, strands falling across her cheek, framing a beauty that was both gentle and dangerous.
His gaze travelled down to her chest where he was met with a feast. There were no bras and panties in this world. Women tied a piece of cloth around the chest when going out or working in the fields the rest of the time they went commando.
Melina wore no such binding now. Each breath lifted her chest freely, the soft weight shifting under the fabric. The peaks pressed faintly against the cotton, threatening to spill out. From his angle, he could see Melina's wide cleavage and the shape of her side boobs. Leon's throat went dry. His dick couldn't take it anymore and stood up in protest.
"Ahhh!" Leon gasped as a sharp pain lanced through his lower body. The sudden rush of blood, the strange stiffness pressing against the sheet, only made the ache worse. A groan tore from his lips.
Melina steadied him quickly, setting the bowl aside. "What is wrong? Where do you feel the pain?" Her voice was firm, but worry shadowed her eyes.
But Leon barely heard her. His thoughts were a storm.
That bastard… Harold's name burned through his mind like fire. Rage mixed with fear, churning in his chest. If he's damaged me… His throat went dry, terror knotting in his stomach. I won't be made a eunuch. I can't. It has to still function. It has to.
He shifted beneath the sheet, subtle and tense, as if testing himself. The pain was there, yes, but so was the stiffness. The undeniable weight of blood rushing south. He could tell this body was well endowed.
Relief. Joy. Panic. All tangled together.
."Leon?" Melina called again, louder this time, pulling him from his spiraling thoughts.
She leaned closer, searching his face. "Where is the pain? Tell me," she urged, though there was a faint tremor in her voice now.
Leon hesitated, shame clawing at him. His chest tightened. How could he tell her? She was a healer—yet she was also a woman, and admitting it felt like stripping himself bare in a way that even battle hadn't.
She's a healer, he reasoned frantically. She's seen worse. She dressed my wounds. There's nothing she hasn't seen.
His face flushed red as he finally forced the words out in a hoarse whisper. "It… it's below. My manhood—it hurts."
His eyes darted away, unable to meet hers, heat prickling at his cheeks.
"Let me check, it will be a disaster if your penis is damaged. You have not married yet." she said. As if it is the most natural thing she proceeded to remove the sheet and expose his manhood.
"What are you doing?" Leon asked in disbelief.
"Examining your penis." she stated as if it was the most normal thing ever.
Her hand was soft and gentle, … but each brush of her hand only made things worse. Blood surged through him, hot and insistent, and his length stiffened against her touch.
The more it swelled, the more the ache sharpened, a cruel mix of relief and agony. His body betrayed him, throbbing harder with every heartbeat.
"Don't worry, it's nothing serious," Melina said in a calm, almost clinical tone. "Your erection is just pushing more blood through… that's why it hurts. You'll feel better once it goes down."
Meanwhile, Leon couldn't help but question Melina's indifference to the whole situation "Wait… until I go soft?" he thought ,realizing he might have overestimated this world's sex education. This realization quickly sparked a plan in his mind.
Melina was relieved that it was nothing serious. Though she was shocked by the size, as a healer she has seen her fair share of men who are injured or sick but none of them will compare to Leon's dick.
"You must be hungry, let me bring you some food." Melina said as she picked the dirty sheets, turned around and left for the door.
As she walked away, Leon stared at her ass. Heat surged through him again, and he felt his erection pulse, standing out even more boldly than before.
The cotton dress was deeply inserted in between her ass crack. Each step sent the ass jiggingly with unnatural momentum, the dress dividing yet emphasizing every bounce.
Heat surged through him again, and he felt his erection pulse, standing out even more boldly than before.
A few minutes later Melina came back with a bowl of boiled meat and vegetables. As she fed him, Leon nearly threw up. The food was bland, they just boiled meat and vegetables together, they didn't even bother to add salt.
"Your mother and sisters managed to buy meat for you today," she said as she picked another chunk of meat and fed him. All the protesting thoughts vanished after hearing that. In Kairo only the rich could afford meat, the average family only ate meat once in a while and the poor ate it on rare occasions. For them to buy meat they must have sacrificed a lot.
Leon couldn't help but feel a warm and fuzzy feeling of love from his new family.
Its torture being surrounded by beautiful women with a weak body but at least I have a loving family. Leon thought ,once again he was grateful to be alive.
Once again, Leon got distracted by Melina's big boobs forgetting to chew. As someone from Earth this was too much, he couldn't help but wonder how squeezing them felt.
Damn.. i cant go on like this anymore, he thought, as the more aroused he was the more it hurt. He decided to try his luck with Melina hoping to take advantage of her lack of sex education.
"Aunt Melina…" he called in a low voice. Leon watched as Melina paused and looked at him as she waited for him to continue.
"It still hurts…"Leon whispered with a flushed face from shame.
"Where does it hurt Leon?" she asked with a concerned voice laced with kindness. This made Leon feel bad for his dirty thoughts and felt a little guilty.
"My penis still hurts…'' Leon mumbled, not able to look at her eyes.
"I told you the pain will go away after your erection goes away." Melina said as she looked at the monster between his legs.
"But it is still painful…Aunt please help me." Leon said in a pitiful voice.
"I'm sorry Leon, if I knew how to help, I would have helped you already." She said quietly, tinged with regret.
"Please, Aunt, can you touch it like last time…"Leon suggested. If he had said this back on earth it would have been a disaster, but here that only made Melina frown.
"How will that help?" She questioned.
"When you touched it last time it seemed to alleviate the pain." Leon replied nervously while trying to maintain his innocence.
'This is it.' Leon thought as he waited to see her reaction.
Melina put down the food and removed his sheets once again exposing his erect manhood. "Are you sure this helps?" she asked, as she touched his dick clumsily
"Yes Aunt…"Leon moaned ,this was the first time he was being touched by a woman in his two lives.
Melina watched as his dick oozed precum like an endless stream. "What is this?" she asked with curiosity.
Leon nearly blurted out before remembering if Melina did not know then he should not know also.
Looking at her innocent yet curious face, Leon felt a surge of evil thoughts and desires. Acting innocent, "I don't know Aunt…it may be urine."
While rubbing his precum between her fingers, she sniffs them, "this does not smell like urine."
"Why don't you taste it Aunt?"
Leon suggested, while waiting to see her lick her fingers.
Taking his suggestion she licked her fingers, though not sexual to Leon this was beyond anything he has ever experienced.
"How does it taste?"
Leon asked in anticipation.
"A little bit salty," she answered as she continued to touch his penis.
"Aunt…move your hand up and down. It feels good that way." Leon gave another suggestion.
Melina changed her hand movements without much doubt. "Like this?" she asked gently.
"Yes, just like that Aunt" Leon moaned ,a beautiful mature woman was giving him a hand-job.
This made Leon more greedy, making him want to explore more.