Verden the Blacksmith Posterior diagnosis from MILKING PLANTS

After receiving a request for medical treatment by carrier pigeon, I visited a place far from the capital, near the Ga-in forest.

The client, a blacksmith named Verden, is a skilled craftsman who is well known in the capital, but I had no idea that he was located in such a remote area.

He has a workshop in a place where there are mines and forests, not in a place where trade is flourishing, probably because of the excellent materials he has.

As we approached the entrance to the forest, we saw a workshop with the appearance of a rugged mountain hut.

"Ignace, the shaman doctor summoned from the capital.

"Oh, you have come a long way. Come inside.

What emerged from the large door was a huge green body that lived up to the rumors.

The brightly colored muscles contained in his shirt were bulging as if they were about to be ripped off. A thick beard covered his features, and sharp fangs sprouted from his mouth. However, his expression is soft and gentle, and he calmly invites me in.

It was only natural that I had summoned him, but I am a [shaman doctor] after all. I had expected him to be wary of a man living in the middle of nowhere, so I was surprised.

The term "shaman doctor" is becoming common in the capital, but once you get closer to the countryside, you are usually referred to as a witch doctor.

This medical art, which specializes in "curing traumas, poisons, and curses caused by demons," may seem equally cursed to the uninitiated. In fact, they are not wrong. For symptoms that are difficult to be cured by surgery or pharmacology, the use of negotiations with spirits, the use of divine power, and sometimes even the use of bodily fluids and parts of demons can certainly be called a curse.

For example, even today - the luggage I brought in had all the 'tools' that would definitely get me caught if I tried to cross the border.

"So, ......, you are saying that it was 5 days ago that you were attacked by Milking plants?

"Yeah, it happened while I was raking the leaves of the sassafras grass. I thought I smelled something strange and sweet, so I looked around and saw my ...... wife there.

To hear the story, it was probably an ossuary of the illusory type. Many adventurers are too proud to talk when it comes to stories of demon attacks, but he was very cooperative.

I thought to myself, "There is no way my wife could be here. I took one step into the shadows and my foot was caught in a vine. Soon I was stripped of my clothes and stripped bare."

I see. ......Do you remember how long you were held captive?"

"Not exactly, but probably about three days, I would say. ......

Three days.

I suppressed the surprise that almost came out of my voice and calmly took notes as best I could.

Milking plants that have matured to the point of having seminal vesicles capture and play with their prey for an average of seven to as long as ten days.

They only release their prey voluntarily when their seminal vesicles are full.

That means this man filled it in three days, an amount that would normally take a week or more.

"That's ...... amazing."

Although there is less data on orc species than on human species, it is rare to hear of such a difference. It is not something that can be put away with one word: race difference.

I looked at his body again without being rude. His well-trained green muscles, especially the lower half of his body, were breathing and sweating, and were rising and falling more violently than when I had seen them outside the workshop.

He said, "Well, then, I'll begin palpation right away. Could you please remove your clothes?"

He was not puzzled by my words and reached for the work tools he was wearing.

The work tools worn by this strong blacksmith were much heavier than they appeared. The floor screamed. He must sweat a lot in his work, and you could see sweat stains on his white shirt.

When he took off his ...... boots, the smell finally reached us, along with the steam.

He was solemnly undressing, yet his manly beard and fanged face looked shy, as if he rarely had the opportunity to show his skin to others.

When he finally removed his underwear, he closed his eyes in contemplation.

The exposed region was magnificent.

A thick, stout pole, testicles the size of chicken eggs, and a huge, smelly glans.

Mr. Verden has a huge cock, which is rare among orc species.

It was my subjective opinion, but it was a fact without a doubt.

"......coff, then, if you'll excuse me."

I kneeled down in front of him and reached for his two big balls.

I usually palpate them with my fingertips, but they were so large that I couldn't pull them out by themselves and had to use my entire palm to grasp them.

"Hmm--!"

With a breath I thought I had suppressed, I felt the rod in front of me tremble.

I pretended not to notice and looked closely at his symptoms.

There are a wide variety of types of Milking plants.

Although they are typified to some extent, their ecology may differ greatly depending on the special conditions of their location and the nature of their magical power.

When attacked by Milking plants, people fear "mendicant" Milking plants the most.

The stories of adventurers who were intentionally taken prisoner by Milking plants to show off their vigor or to create an anecdote, and then returned alive only to have Milking plants sprout from their bodies and turn them into females, are good drinking stories for the men in the tavern.

In fact, there have been several reported cases in recent years.

The loss of genitalia is still a good thing, and in many cases, death is the result.

"It's a little chilling.

The most common reason for this is that the people who are in the market for a new product or service are not always the same as those who are in the market for a new product or service. There is no ...... reaction.

"The testicles are this size from the start?

"Oh, ah,...... no, I've never really paid much attention to the size of my balls, but still,...... I don't think they've changed much.'

"I see, thank you very much. Do you feel any pain when you ...... press this hard?"

"Not particularly, well, it doesn't hurt, I'm fine ......."

He must be very honest.

The rod shook pleasantly again at the same time as he said, "It doesn't hurt.

"Yes, I know. ...... It seems that I have not suffered any mendicant damage.

"Oh, that ...... sorry .......'

"No, don't worry about it. It happens all the time."

The big cock had further increased its volume and was now too big to ignore, flaunting its presence to me with its heat and odor.

"...... Yes, it appears that there was no mendacity, and there are no aftereffects from the illusory effects."

Mr. Werden breathed a sigh of relief when he heard these words. He must have been very worried.

"However, I have one concern, and that is the symptom of sperm transformation. I'd like you to ejaculate into one of these containers for me. ......

"Mhmm, that's ......."

The first thing to do is to make sure that you have a good idea of what you are looking for.

The first thing I did was to take a look at the "thing" I had taken out of the bag.

Frankly, it was not unreasonable.

I was holding in my hand the Milking plants that had been the bane of his existence until now.

"Rest assured, this is processed. It already has no biological consciousness or marvels."

It is far more efficient to use living organisms for these tools than to make them from scratch.

In order to make him understand, I clutched the sperming device in my hand and made a squishy, toy-like sound.

'M......mmmm.......'

As I repeated the action, I gradually noticed that Mr. Verden's groaning was changing.

He was trying to take his eyes off of us, but unable to shift his gaze, he was glancing at my hand.

His gaze is feverish, and the softness has disappeared from his expression.

It seems that he is remembering the dizzying pleasure he felt when he was captured.

As if he had ejaculated, Mr. Velden's huge cock spurted out its pre-cum.

"If there is any resistance, I will move the equipment and you can remain standing. This is a medical procedure, so let's get this over with quickly."

He didn't have to do anything; this was a medical procedure.

The suggestion must have come as a boon to him. His cock erected strongly.

"In that case, ...... please.

"Yes, I'll do it then.

I pressed the male sperm-dripper firmly against the rod, which was full of pre-ejaculate at the tip.

The soft and lush entrance of the plant wrapped his glans stickily. I had prepared fairly large Milking plants, but I had to spread them just to the limit to fit the huge penis.

Behind the thick cell walls, I feel the heat of the orc's muscular rod.

It is as if I am holding it directly in my hand.

"Hmmmmm."

He clenched his fanged teeth and shook his big body.

"Don't hold back, it's a normal reaction for a man."

I said and began to rock his hips slowly.

He probably intended to be modest about it. However, each grinding movement from his large body sent a tremendous shock to the Milking plants and my arms.

With all due respect, it is hard to believe that he is a human being living on the same land.

His personality is gentlemanly, even among the adventurers I have touched in the past few years, but his body, with all due respect, makes me think that he is a life form closer to a monster or a demon. It was such a strong and heroic hip swing.

'Hmph...... hmph......!

The Milking plants and the meat pole rubbed against each other with a gup-gup sound.

Desire swells and the inside of Milking plants is squeezed more than ever. When I focused a little on the glans, a muffled "Noooo ......" came out. When I gave the rod a firm squeeze, she squealed happily, "Mmm, mmm.

Apparently, even though they are so big, their sexual zones and sensations are not so different.

Before long, I had begun to develop bad habits as a researcher.

My interest in his body and genitalia was growing at the same time that I was resolving his symptoms.

The word "wife" was on his lips, but I wondered if something so large had ever been used for intercourse.

This modest swinging of his hips seemed reserved, but at the same time, it felt like that of a virgin.

There is no way to know the answer to this question, but that which we do not know is what medicine is all about.

I was riddled with thoughts such as, "Well, I'm going to move it a little harder," and "I'm not sure I can do that.

"Then, I'll move it a little harder.

"No! Wait a little more--wait, mmmm ......"

He could not go against me, the shaman doctor, nor could he welcome the suggestion, and he simply continued to receive the pleasure I was giving him while his face was flushed red.

"Muuuuuuhhh--nnnnn!"

When I focused on her back muscles, her hips lifted up as if she was bending over.

"Oh ...... ohhhh .........!"

When I squeezed to grip it from the root, his voice turned over and became louder.

"G--muh-oh ......."

As I massaged his balls and handled his rod, his groaning became stronger as his ejaculation got too close.

I see, this is why Milking plants are satisfied in three days.

I came to one conclusion.

As well as his vigor, the chemistry was too good.

"I can't draw any conclusions yet, but--"

"Hmm!　What is it...... oh!"

I spoke to him, moving my hands violently.

He responded in earnest, suppressing his ragged huffing and puffing and trying not to let his pleasure show.

"During this squeezing motion, the male organ is reacting violently. Like this."

'Hm--oh, ho!

"The story goes that in just three days the Milking plants provided enough semen to satisfy, and I'm sure that's partly because this movement was the main one. Milking plants, whose most basic sperming behavior is this, rarely plant ...... seeds usually. It is just a possibility. Of course, we won't be able to conclude anything until we bring back our semen for a thorough examination at a later date."

I kept telling him and kept moving my hands all the time.

He kept shaking his hips, constantly making male noises, whether he was embarrassed by such a situation or whether it felt good.

"The story goes that in just three days [Mwhooo!]the Milking plants provided enough semen to satisfy,[Oh, no, Not satisfied !] and I'm sure that's partly because this movement was the main one. Milking plants, whose most basic sperming behavior [Ohh, ho, ho, that's so... ......♪]  is this, rarely plant ...... seeds usually. It is just a possibility. [Oh, it's true? huh!] Of course, we won't be able to conclude anything until we bring back our semen for a thorough examination at a later date." [Oh, thank you, Hmm! ohhh♪]

The more he tries to act polite, the more he accentuates the dumb sound of his panting and his violent hip shaking.

It shows that seriousness can sometimes be more obscene than foolish.

"Oh--soooooo ...... ohhhh..."

Perhaps it was because he was relieved by the information that he was not being parasitized.

He was obviously more daring than at first.

I could tell from his panting that he was already close to ejaculation. So I dared him to stop squeezing so hard and move his hand slowly.

I needed him to endure in order to collect more semen.

'Ho...... oh.........!

Where was his initial modesty, he was now impatiently slamming his hips into the osseointegrator.

More. More.

The testicles rise. The rod lifts. Muscles bulge.

"Oh--I'm sorry, I'm so ...... sorry, I'm--!!!"

Finally came the words, the plea.

I stared back into Mr. Verden's face.

"I'm sorry, sir, I just need a little more patience.

"--Oh, but ...... damn, that movement is ...... ahhh!

I want to ejaculate, but I must not.

This condition enhances the quality of semen the most.

I must have you ejaculate plenty and in excess, please help me to get more accurate results."

"Uh--oh--"

He blushed more than ever and his legs trembled as he stomped with great force.

Then I handled him once, twice, three times---

For me, a slight movement for research and treatment.

For him, a long, long time of almost torturous pleasure.

Only the moaning and the guttural sounds of his cock continued for a little while---subjectively, in my opinion.

"Yes, that's enough."

"Oooooooooooooh !!!!"

As soon as I gave him permission, he thrust his meaty rod up violently, as if on command.

It was a violent blow, as if he was going to break through the Milking plants.

He screamed obscenely, his face contorted, and the sticky, strong-smelling semen of the orc species poured out all over the Milking plants "sack".

"Oh, I'm so sorry, this is so, so, so ...... good♪"

He was ashamed and apologetic for his lasciviousness, but he couldn't stop himself from enjoying the pleasure and kept pounding his cum-soaked cock over and over again.

The amount was far beyond my expectations. So much semen that it protruded from the ample, wide sack of his male tool, creating a nasty, murky white puddle on the floor of his workshop.

I gathered up his semen and left the workshop, telling him that I would send him the results later by post.

I gave him some spermicide as a precaution and a prescription for some milking holes in case of a sudden change in his condition.

If the testicles become abnormal, this hole can be used as a first aid kit to expel the semen.

Mr. Verden, who had been very polite when inviting me in, couldn't look at me properly due to embarrassment and pleasure, or perhaps he couldn't look at me properly due to embarrassment and pleasure, but he kept saying the words "thank you doctor" over and over, making his dick twitch.

Thus ended my medical examination.

All was well. I would have liked to say so, but on the way home, I realized a mistake.

Trusting his gentlemanly nature, I prescribed Milking hole ......, but that might have been a bad idea.

I was so absorbed in the pleasure that I might have unnecessarily touched the Milking hole. I wonder if I have been thrusting, bucking, slamming, and ejaculating too much with that rod.

......No. It would be rude to worry about such things to a blacksmith of such renown.

......I hope that he will not give in to lust and get too carried away with Milking plants.

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