Diary Entry
Dear Diary,
Lily recovered from her bout of illness, but Camellia followed suit. I was much disturbed to find the women berating my translator, and ultimately it became clear to me that they intended to banish him from their quarters. Understand I have learned a bit of their language, but not enough for diplomatic work, and meanwhile they have learnt only the most oft-used of our words, so I did not see how we could possibly have a medical discussion without him?
But they are quite clever with gestural communication, these women. I understand that from one valley to the next in the East the language may be entirely unintelligible, so perhaps they have more practice at it.
It was certainly clear enough they wanted me to undress. Ultimately I refused to disrobe, but I did agree to open my trousers for them. They clustered around me like curious cats around a bowl of cream. Before I could protest, they began investigating me with their hands as well as their eyes.
I frankly did not expect Rose's cry of startlement, nor the wide-eyed looks of the others. At first I thought it the ruddy color of my hair they found surprising. However, their gestures made it clear to me they considered my virility to be impressively sized. I had not previously known nor suspected myself of being particularly well-endowed. They conducted their investigations, as they did with the manipulations that I had witnessed, with wonder and not a whit of shame; It is clear to me that their customs and moires are entirely different from our own, so I took no offense at the handling of my person.
However, I did have a moment of apprehension when the others held my arms and urged Camellia forward. Her face reflected an unhealthy pallor, but as she took in the sight of my bared manhood, a sparkle seemed to appear in her eye. Her slim hand slipped around my girth and manipulated me to full erection, and her tongue darted between her lips as she observed a droplet of pre-ejaculate welling up.
I never dared to imagine that tender tongue would meet that swollen drop, but when she dipped her head downward, that is exactly what transpired before I could think to protest.
And upon observing the envigorating effect it had upon her—! Well, it would have been at best rude and at worst monstrous of me to deny her the apparent curative for her condition. Thus it was that I allowed her to suckle upon me like a kitten to a mama-cat’s teat, never spending—heaven forfend!—for two days thereafter. It grew necessary for me at times to hold myself back through sheer will, dousing my own ardor with distasteful thoughts, as the nectar she craved was sweetest and most abundant immediately after my manhood would go from flaccid to fully straining.
However I must note for science that the effect of this treatment was ultimately only temporary. By the third day she was again wan and wasting. The ministrations of the others similarly had no beneficial effect.
She was clearly suffering and I could not bear to see her in need. I tried to ask the others what I could do, and their gestures made it clear to me they believed only one treatment could revive her sufficiently, one which I, being an as-yet unmarried man, should have been morally unencumbered to undertake.
Yet, I hesitated. To be absolutely certain of their intent, I spoke with Wu and upon learning that my interpretation was correct, I entreated him to undertake the deed. However he informed me quite regretfully that according to the rules and customs of their people, Camellia would only accept a man of her choosing—and she had previously rejected Wu quite vociferously. I found this idea preposterous at first as—to my mind—the libertine nature of the “blossoms” meant that they would be open to every form of sensual exploration irregardless of whom they might be with, but I was entirely mistaken in this conception.
But why me, I asked him, to which he replied that not only did the women trust me to be their caretaker, to see to their every need, but, he said: you have shown yourself worthy in her eyes . And, I admit, the knowledge of this brought a strange sort of warmth into my chest.
What else could I do? I took the dear girl to my cabin. Though she seemed content for me to perform the necessary duty upon the swept wood floor of the hold—attempting to part her thighs for me on the spot!—I myself lacked confidence that I could succeed under such conditions, with the other four women watching.
Once in my cabin, I seated her crossways in my sleeping hammock. It took only a few moments of manipulation for her flower to bloom, a redolent scent to rise, and her sap to glisten.
Do not ask where such an idea came into my head, but I wondered if perhaps the stimulation caused by friction and the cardiovascular effort spurred by it might be the true cause of the invigorating effect experienced by my charges, but as they seemed to believe mere digital manipulation to be inadequate, I did my best. Not even two tugs were necessary to bring me to attention given the wanton display of her, and I allowed her to close her legs around my length as she swung back and forth on the hammock. Perhaps that alone would be enough, I dared hope, but as her cries grew more insistent and her movements more desperate, it was eventually impressed upon me that nothing short of fully penetrating her would do. Still, I held off as long as I could, until she seized me around the waist with her ankles and drove herself onto me, to be denied no longer.
She screamed when she reached her climax and—to my utter surprise—I did at that moment as well! (Climax, that is, not scream.) So focused was I on her that I suppose I was less than fully aware of my own state of arousal, but nonetheless, I have been given to understand that simultaneous paroxysms are rare in most couplings.
Perhaps I should attempt to train them to be silent should future medical treatments of this kind be necessary.