After the ordeal with the mermaid, Emily and Nate looked at the river contentedly for a few moments. As contentedly as any of them could, in any case. This was going to be difficult.
Emily cleared her throat and said, “This might be a little too forward, but I can help. Well, my hand can. No further. I’m only asking because your alternative source of penile friction is a mermaid, and not *your* hand.”
His dick twitched at that, and he considered her words. There was no way she was serious but he went along with it and shook his head, answering, “Sorry, but it’s an aphrodisiac. Best we can do is wait.”
“Of course. Don’t want my hand to set itself on fire.”
With a giggle, she sat down on the grass and stared at the passing river. He joined her but still couldn’t bear to put his clothes back on. From the bugs feasting on him, plus the grass pricking his backside, he knew he’d have terrible itches all over, but putting anything over his cock as of now would have driven him insane, so he waited.