John grinned and reached for the hem of his shirt. "Alright," he said, pulling the black fabric over his head and tossing it aside. "My turn now."
Yuulus's eyes widened from where he was still pinned under Selio on the floor. The little femboy's blush hadn't faded at all, and his dolphin shorts were still tented from all that licking. But his bratty attitude was already rushing back, his lips curling into a sneer.
"Hmph," Yuulus said, crossing his arms over his flat chest. "As if. You're probably packing a tiny little pecker anyway. I bet it's, like, two inches max. I've had way bigger. I've had kings and knights and nobles, all of them massive. You're nothing compared to—"
John dropped his pants.
His ten-inch cock sprang free, thick and heavy, veins pulsing along the shaft. The head was flushed and already half-hard, bobbing in the open air. It was impossible to miss, impossible to ignore, a solid ten inches of divine-adjacent goblin-slaying femboy-wrecking meat.
Yuulus's mouth snapped shut. His white pupils dilated so wide the black sclera almost disappeared. His jaw actually dropped, hanging open as he stared at the thing. The sneer melted off his face, replaced by pure, unfiltered shock.
"Holy shit," Yuulus whispered, his voice barely audible.
John put his hands on his hips and struck a pose, letting the little femboy get a good long look. "What was that about a tiny pecker? I couldn't hear you."
Yuulus's cheeks burned so red they looked almost purple. He tore his gaze away, staring at the ceiling, the wall, anywhere except at John's cock.
"I—I've had bigger," he stammered, but there was no conviction in his voice.
"Lots bigger. Kings and knights and—"
"Bullshit," John interrupted, laughing. "You were created like half an hour ago. You haven't had anything. You're a virgin, just like I was before I got here."
Yuulus's head snapped back toward John, his eyes blazing with indignation.
"Nuh uh! I so have had bigger! I've had plenty! Kings and nights and nobles, all of them lining up for me! Their cocks were enormous, way bigger than yours! Yours is just... average! Barely worth noticing!"
John raised an eyebrow. "Kings and nights? You mean knights? And what nights? You can't even keep your story straight."
"Shut up!" Yuulus yelled, pushing himself up onto his elbows. Selio was still draped over him, looking back and forth between them with his big dark eyes, but the hybrid didn't move. "I have had so many bigger cocks than yours! Like, so many! Hundreds of them! Thousands! They were all massive and thick and they all came inside me and I loved every second of it!"
John just crossed his arms and waited.
Yuulus's voice got higher, more desperate. "I'm serious! I'm a very experienced slut! I've been around! I've seen things you couldn't imagine! And your cock is... is... fine! It's fine! Nothing special!"
"You're a terrible liar," John said, still grinning.
Yuulus's face contorted with frustration. He threw his hands up in the air, nearly smacking Selio in the process. "Are you trying to fuck me or just make me feel bad!? Because if you're just going to stand there and mock me, I'm leaving! I'll find my own windowsill and go back to sleep!"
John opened his mouth to answer, to say something clever and teasing, but he never got the chance.
Selio moved first.
The hybrid scrambled off Yuulus's chest and across the floor on all fours, his webbed hands slapping against the stone. In two seconds flat he was in front of John, his big dark eyes looking up at the massive cock with naked curiosity. His tail was wagging so hard his whole body wiggled.
"Bwoof!" Selio said, his voice eager and happy.
Then he reached up with both webbed hands and grabbed John's cock.
The sensation hit John like a truck. Not Truck-kun, but close. Selio's hands were naturally soft and moist, the webbing between his fingers slick with some kind of natural moisture, probably from his semi-aquatic biology. The skin was cool and smooth, wrapping around the shaft with a gentle, squishy grip that was completely different from any hand job John had ever imagined. It was like being wrapped in warm, wet silk.
"shittttt," John groaned, his head falling back. His hips twitched forward involuntarily, pushing his cock deeper into those soft webbed hands.
Selio grinned up at him, that derpy, happy grin, and started stroking. Slow at first, just sliding his hands up and down the shaft, exploring the shape and the weight. His webbed fingers couldn't quite close around the full thickness, which only made the grip more interesting, more textured. The webbing dragged against the sensitive skin in ways that made John's knees weak.
"Bwoof bwoof bwoof," Selio whispered, his voice soft and rhythmic, almost like a chant. The sound vibrated through his chest, through his hands, through John's cock.
John groaned again, louder this time. His hand came down to rest on Selio's head, fingers threading through the soft gray fur. "Yeah," he panted. "Yeah, just like that. Good boy."
In the corner, Yuulus had pushed himself up into a sitting position. His white pupils were locked on the scene in front of him, his mouth slightly open, his breath coming in quick little gasps. The tent in his dolphin shorts was unmistakable, straining against the fabric, a small wet spot spreading at the tip.
"I wanted to go first," Yuulus muttered, pouting. His lower lip stuck out in that bratty way, but his eyes never left Selio's hands moving on John's cock.
John glanced over at him, still panting. "You can go after," he said, his voice rough. "Be patient."
Yuulus's pout deepened, but he didn't argue. He just sat there, watching, one of his own hands creeping down toward his shorts. His fingers brushed against the bulge, and he shivered.
Selio kept stroking, his webbed hands gliding up and down, up and down. The soft, wet sounds filled the game room, mixed with John's groans and Selio's happy "bwoof, bwoof, bwoof." The hybrid's tail was still wagging, and his big dark eyes were locked onto John's face, watching every expression, every reaction.
Selio whispered something, too quiet for John to hear, his lips brushing against the head of John's cock as he spoke. The vibration sent sparks up John's spine.
In the corner, Yuulus had given up pretending. His hand was inside his dolphin shorts now, fingers wrapped around his small two-inch cock, stroking in time with Selio's movements. His white pupils were half-closed, his lips parted, little moans escaping every few seconds. His blush had spread down his neck, across his chest, all the way to his stomach.
John caught his eye and grinned. "Jealous?"
Yuulus's pout returned, but he didn't stop stroking himself. "Shut up," he mumbled, his voice breathy. "I'm not jealous. I just... I should be the one doing that. I'm better at it. I have more experience."
"You were created half an hour ago."
"I'm a natural!"
Selio just kept stroking, his webbed hands working John's cock with eager enthusiasm, while Yuulus pouted in the corner and touched himself to the sight, his white pupils never leaving the scene in front of him.