Il tremblait, assis contre le mur, incapable de parler. La mission avait dérapé. Sheva s’approcha, s’accroupit près de lui. Elle vit son pantalon tendu. Elle hésita. Puis demanda doucement : « Tu veux que je t’aide ? » Il hocha la tête. Alors, elle a dit oui.
Elle ouvrit sa braguette. Le sexe était déjà dur. À peine le tissu soulevé, une odeur forte et acide lui sauta au visage. Elle recula d’un demi-mouvement, surprise, le nez plissé. Il s’était pissé dessus. Par peur. Elle ferma les yeux une seconde, inspira par la bouche, se recentra. Ce n’était pas de sa faute. Il avait eu peur. Juste ça. Elle posa une main sous son bras, le redressa doucement, fit glisser ses vêtements trempés, puis reprit le sexe en main. Il était chaud, tendu, nerveux. Elle le branla lentement. Sans séduction. Juste pour l’apaiser. Elle le regardait. Il respirait mieux.
Quand il jouit, elle ne bougea pas. Le sperme coula sur sa main. Elle souffla, sortit un chiffon, s’essuya. Il la regarda. Toujours muet. Mais un peu moins absent. Elle n’avait peut-être pas compris ce qu’elle venait de faire. Mais elle savait qu’elle avait eu raison.
He was trembling, sitting against the wall, unable to speak. The mission had gone wrong. Sheva came closer, crouched beside him. She saw the bulge in his pants. She hesitated. Then asked softly, “Do you want me to help you?” He nodded. So she said yes.
She opened his fly. His cock was already hard. As soon as she lifted the fabric, a sharp, acrid smell hit her nose. She flinched slightly, wrinkling her face. He had pissed himself. Out of fear. She closed her eyes for a second, inhaled through her mouth, refocused. It wasn’t his fault. He had been scared. That’s all. She slipped a hand under his arm, gently pulled him up, slid his soaked clothes down, then took his cock in her hand. It was warm, tense, trembling. She began to stroke it slowly. Not to arouse. Just to soothe. She watched him. He was breathing better.
When he came, she didn’t move. The cum dripped onto her hand. She exhaled, pulled out a cloth, and wiped herself off. He looked at her. Still silent. But less empty. She might not have fully understood what she had just done. But she knew she had done the right thing.