Sheila

"I know you're embarrassed, but you needn't be," said Sheila. "I have already seen your genitals." That brought a bright red blush to his face. "Your nudity does not bother me."

"Of course it doesn't bother you," he said. "You're not the one getting naked in front of a stranger!"

"Would you like me to be naked?" said Sheila. Matthew jumped at looked at her with a shocked expression. "If it would make us even, then I could be naked as well." She noticed a twitch in Matthew's shorts as his cock threatened to go erect. His blush deepened. Sheila cocked her head to the side and gave him a studious look.

"Wh-what?" said Matthew. "N-no! I don't want to see you naked! That's... that's gross!"

Sheila slowly nodded. "Alright," she said. "But I still need to help you with your bath."

Matthew's expression turned to angry frustration, and he sat up, pulling at his shirt. "Fine, damn it, lets get this over with." He pulled at his shirt. Sheila patiently waited for him to strip, not wanting to push things. After a minute of struggle, Matthew had managed to slip out of his shorts and underwear, and was just getting his shirt off. Sheila then went over and picked him up, holding him close. Matthew's blush had not abated, and as he settled into her arms, his cock grew semi-hard. Sheila didn't make a show of it, but she did glance a few times at his genitals. She noticed his balls were quite swollen.

Perhaps that explained his horniness. She realized he probably didn't have the privacy, or good means to relieve himself of his male desires. Perhaps that was why he kept getting excited around her; Demihuman or not, she was still a female. She imagined it had been a very long time since he'd had sex of any sort.

As she settled him into the shallow water, positioning him so he could sit in the middle, she soaped up the washcloth for him and started running it over his chest. Matthew snatched it out of her hand. "I can do this myself!" he said. "Turn around!" Sheila complied, mostly. She did watch him out of the corner of her eye, so she could catch him if he lost his balance.

Matthew ran the washcloth over himself, but his arm couldn't reach everywhere. He had trouble reaching his back, and he couldn't really scrub himself too well. He sighed, and tossed the soapy cloth into the corner of tub.

"Would you like some help?" said Sheila.

"No!" he said.

"Well, I need to make sure you're clean."

"It's good enough!"

"You haven't even covered half your body. And you still need to rinse off more thoroughly."

"Fine," he said. He tossed the cloth at her. Sheila snatched it out of the air rather than let it splat wetly on her clothes. She then kneeled at the edge of the tub, dipped the cloth in the water, and started running it over Matthew's back.

Matthew sighed. Sheila could feel the tension in his muscles as she ran her fingers over him. She began to massage his back and neck a little as she washed him. She was not the most skilled at it, but she figured it had been some time since Matthew had been touched like this, if he ever had.

Matthew actually became lost in the moment for a minute, until he felt the cloth touch his genitals. Matthew's eyes flew open as his cock twitched, and he realized his erection had returned in full force. He looked almost entranced as Sheila gently washed him down there. She did not intend to stimulate him, moving the cloth efficiently over his loins. And yet, this was all it took. Matthew's body tensed and he let out a soft groan. Sheila barely had time to remove her hand before he shook, and a spurt of semen shot from his cock, hitting the wall of the tub. Matthew gasped, and Sheila turned away as he shivered in an orgasm. However, he groaned in frustration as her aborted touches left his climax ruined.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I tried to be careful. I'm sorry."

Snapping out of his haze, Matthew looked at her. He seemed uncertain how to react for a moment. Then he settled on anger. "Don't touch me, you fucking beast!" he screamed and her shoved her away with his arm. The arm was weak, but Sheila let herself be pushed back.

Kevin stormed into the room. "What is it? What's going on?"

"She's fucking molesting me!" shouted Matthew, covering himself with the wash cloth.

Kevin looked at Sheila and narrowed his eyes at her. She bowed her head, and her tail tucked between her legs. "I was just washing him, and he had an accident. I did not mean to make that happen."

"Accident?" said Kevin, eyeing her suspiciously. He went over to the tub and looked inside. He noticed the streak of white on the tub wall. "Oh, for—"

"She did that on purpose!" said Matthew, still red-faced.

"I promise you, I—"

"Shut up, both of you," said Kevin. "Matt, I'm sure she didn't mean it. Sheila, you damn well better not have meant it." Matthew opened his mouth, but Kevin cut his brother off, "Alright, I'll finish up here. This time." He turned to Sheila. "Go check on the stew."

Sheila nodded, and headed into the kitchen. She heard some more arguing, but eventually, things seemed to calm down. Eventually, Kevin brought a freshly clothed Matthew into the living room, setting up a table for him, before joining Sheila in the kitchen.

"Is he alright?" said Sheila.

"I'm going to have to keep giving him his baths," said Kevin, sighing.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I barely touched him, and he—"

Kevin blanched and waved her off. "Yeah, well, he hasn't gotten laid for like two years. And then after the accident he can't, you know, help himself very well."

"I see," said Sheila. "I shall be extra careful, then."

Kevin sighed. "Shame, really. Might calm him the fuck down some if he could just get his rocks off."

Inwardly, Sheila sighed. Human or Demihuman, men were still men. At least here in human society, men bothered to restrain themselves. She shivered as she remembered the last raid on her village, just before she'd managed to escape with her mother off the continent of Zoaheim. She'd been too young at the time to interest the men of the enemy tribe, but her mother...

Sheila still had nightmares in which she relived that night. She remembered how utterly helpless she'd been, her only defense being to savagely claw and bite at anyone who came near her. She'd been so scared and frenzied, she even bit one of her own tribesmen who had been trying to pull her to safety. He had dropped her, leaving her to fend herself against the raiders as she tried to find her mother. It had been a fool's errand; one of the raiders had taken her down in one hit. Small, weak, and helpless, it was a miracle she had lived through the night, much less managed to escape.

In his own way, Matthew was much the same. Trapped in a body that could barely do basic tasks, could not even walk, he probably felt backed into a corner every minute of the day. Anything that, even for a moment, reminded him of his vulnerability, anything that got him to drop his guard for even a moment, she could understand how infuriating that could be.

She took extra care to not irritate him that night. However, she noticed him glancing at her more often than usual, and he seemed a little more subdued.

FOUR

Another week passed without incident, and Matthew seemed to be calming down around her a little. Kevin was indeed absent all day, his job at the factory being a twelve hour shift, with an hour's worth of driving on top of that. Matthew tried to rely on her as little as possible, so ultimately, there wasn't much to do. Sheila had started straightening out and cleaning the house, but given its small size, this did not take too long.

In her down time, Sheila mainly occupied herself with reading the brothers' sparse collection of books. She was fluent in speaking Ashi, but not the best at reading it, so it was good education for her. On this day, she sat in the backyard, reading, sitting on the back porch swing. She was considering tending to the woefully decrepit flower beds, now choked out with weeds, when she heard a moan. She paused, her ears perking up. The porch swing was right next to the window leading to Matthew's room. The window was opened a crack so that she could hear the bell if he needed her.

As she listened, she heard another soft moan, and some heavy breathing. She turned and peaked through the window. Her eyebrows raised at what she saw. Matthew was lying on the bed, his back to her, and his shorts were slipped down. He was lightly caressing himself, though his semi-palsied hand seemed unable to get a good grip. On his computer, which had been set up so he could use it on his bed, was a slide show of naked women.

Ah, the wonders of human technology. When a man couldn't get sex, he could still get sexy images on his devices and pretend. It was a far better solution than the alternative. What fascinated Sheila, however, were the type of women in the slideshow. The images were of Demihuman women. In fact, most of them were Rouccuan like herself.

Well, that explained a few things. Sheila watched as he struggled to masturbate. Even with his hand not being able to grip himself very well, given his blue balls, she saw no reason why it was taking him so long to get off. He grunted with frustration and cursed softly; she heard him mutter something about "that bitch" between grunts.

Sheila frowned. That didn't sound very encouraging. It might be overstepping her station, but this needed to be addressed, promptly. Sheila went into the house, and headed over to the room, moving quietly as cat. She paused when she went to the door, and she heard him grunt louder. Deciding that was enough of an excuse, she opened the door and stepped inside. "Matthew, are you alright? I thought I heard—"

"What the fuck?!" he said, face going white, then crimson. "G-get out of here!" He tried to cover himself, hastily pulling up his shorts, but this did nothing to hide the bulge. Then, as Sheila stepped closer, he tried to close the pictures on his computer, but he fumbled with the mouse and dropped it.

Not missing a beat, Sheila picked up the mouse and set it next to him. Then, she looked at the computer, and raised her eyebrows. "What's this?" she said.

"None of your fucking business!" he yelled.

She leaned closer, blocking his view of the monitor partially, so he couldn't see where to click to close the images. "Hmmm..." she looked at him. "I thought you hated Demihumans. Why are masturbating to pictures of them?"

She noticed his cock twitch in his shorts, the head poking out from under the waistband. Sheila smiled softly and sat down on the bed. "I interrupted you, didn't I?"

"Leave me alone!"

"I must apologize," she said. "I imagine you are having a difficult time with this right now. And if you are attracted to me, that can only be making it worse."

Matthew glared at her.

"It must be frustrating," she said. "But remember, I am here to serve you. I can help you with this." Boldly, she reached up with her tail and traced the bulge of his erection with the tip. Matthew's eyes went wide, and his hips bucked once on contact. He watched entranced as the tail lightly traced over him.

Then he looked up at Sheila and he tried to resist. "St-stop..." he whispered. Sheila complied and looked at him calmly, pulling her tail away, but letting it sway a bit to the side. Matthew fought not to look. "G-get away from me..."

"No," said Sheila. "If I'm going to continue serving you, we need to hash this out." Matthew glared at her, but knew he was in no position to disagree. "Now then," she said. "You are attracted to me. There's no denying it."

"No!" he said, in an almost whining tone. "No, I can't! It's not right!"

"Why isn't it right?" said Sheila. She watched him closely as he shook his head. Fear and lust fought to overtake him, precariously balanced. She reached forward and took his hand, gently clasping it between her own. His arm was trembling more than usual. "Matthew... Master... I only wish to help you. You can tell me. I will not judge. I will not tell anyone. Not even Kevin."

Matthew swallowed and looked at her. "You promise?"

"I would not be a good servant if I could not keep secrets," she said.

"Humans... humans aren't supposed to be attracted to demihumans. It's sick. It's... it's bestiality!"

"Call it what you want," said Sheila matter-of-factly. "That doesn't change your desires. And besides, do you know how many Demihumans provide sexual services? You're not so different as you think."

"It's sick," Matthew repeated. "Only freaks would be attracted to freaks!" He looked himself over, and for a moment seemed about to cry. But he choked back this reaction.

She cocked her head to the side. "What happened to you?"

Matthew shook with conflicting emotion as he said, softly. "I got... I got beat up by..."

"By some Demihumans," said Sheila when Matthew didn't go on. "Your brother told me. I understand that must have been traumatic."

"No..." said Matthew. "I mean, yes, kind of... but..."

"It's okay," said Sheila, and she caressed his hand. "Tell me."

"I had... I w-was..." he took a breath, then blurted out, "I had sex with one of you!" He flushed crimson, and his still-hard cock flexed in his shorts. "I was nineteen, and there was this girl... this Rouccuan girl I met in town... and we uh..."

He cleared his throat. "Well, we had sex a few times. And then, her master found out, and he had some thugs beat the shit out of me. And then, some of her Demihuman friends found out about it, and found out she'd been punished, and so they beat the shit out of me..." He swallowed. "I couldn't rat out her master. He was a man of influence in the town. So I... I just pinned it on the Demihumans."

Sheila nodded. "I see. Well, you did what you had to."

His face scrunched up. "They deserved it!" he said. "I mean, she came onto me! So why did her little posse have to attack me like that! Fucking savages!"

"Demihumans are very protective of their tribesmen," said Sheila. "Perhaps even here, she and them had formed a tribe of sorts."

"That's no excuse! I'd already gotten the shit kicked out me, what right did those freaks have to come after me?" Matthew shook in anger.

"Well, I don't have a posse that will come after you," said Sheila. Cautiously, Sheila reached up with her tail, and traced the tip around the bulge of his erection. This time, Matthew didn't tell her to stop, but shivered in a combination of lust and anger.

"I've been driving you crazy, and you haven't had a chance to relieve yourself, have you?" said Sheila. "I apologize for that."

"Shut up..." said Matthew. "I don't need your sympathy!"

"Of course," said Sheila. "But, would you like my help?"

Matthew swallowed. He glanced her over and he let out a breath as he blatantly groped her with his eyes. "I-I-I can't..." he said. But he was squirming now, his cock painfully hard in his shorts.

"I see I'm going to have to take this in my own hands," said Sheila. She reached down to undress him.

"W-wait! Stop!" said Matthew. Sheila sat back up and withdrew her tail. She watched him patiently as Matthew warred with himself over the situation. She could almost see his fears and his lust wrestling on his face. Finally, he looked at her. "You can't tell anyone," he said. "Not even Kevin."

"Of course," said Sheila. She then proceeded to pull off his shorts, leaving his lower half exposed to her. His penis twitched away merrily in the air, his swollen balls taught with pent up fluid. Sheila reached up with her tail, and caressed his bare penis directly. Matthew gasped and squirmed as the soft fur of her tail sent tingles of pleasure through his body. He was so pent up, that he was extremely sensitive.

"Oh, fuck!" Matthew gasped. He grasped her tail in his hand and rubbed it more firmly against his cock. Sheila let him do this for a minute, but it seemed to not be quite enough to make him cum. Suddenly, he thrust her tail away. "No! I can't!"

Sheila sighed, but stood. "Alright. I'm sorry, Matthew."

"Just get out of here," he muttered.

She complied, and left, closing the door to give him an illusion of privacy. She returned to the porch and listened as he grunted in frustration trying to stroke himself. As hard and needy as he was for release, it seemed he was too emotionally conflicted, and could not achieve climax himself. Sheila felt a twinge of pity for him, but she knew that if he could not help himself, it would only be a matter of time before he cracked and asked her.

FOUR

The following two weeks, Matthew got more and more nerve wracked. He was constantly getting erections around her, even though she tried very hard not to provoke him. Helping him go to the bathroom was a chore, as his excitement would make it difficult for him to go, but Kevin refused to help him with that anymore; doing the baths was hard enough.

Finally, on another day Kevin was away for work, Sheila set up Matthew on his bed to use his computer. As she bent over, she could feel his eyes on her chest, and he let out a sigh. His cock flexed in his pants. When she looked at him and smiled, he scowled and blushed with shame.

"Alright, enough of this," she said. She sat on the edge of the bed and yanked down Matthew's shorts. She lifted up her legs, and turned, resting them on the bed just in front of Matthew. Her left leg stretched out before him, snuggly pressing against his balls and the base of his cock. Her other leg, she stretched him, hooking her calf behind his cock. As she closed her legs, Matthew's throbbing penis became trapped between her strong, softly furred calves. Matthew stiffened and gasped. His hips bucked instinctively, driving his penis between her legs. Sheila smirked and flexed her muscles, squeezing his cock, but not moving to stroke him.

"Oh, fuck," Matthew weekly tried to push her legs away, but his arm was too weak. He tried to squirmed around of her grip, but her legs had him pinned, and he had no leverage to roll. His squirming only served to make him hump her legs, stimulating his desperately hard cock. After a few moments, he was no longer squirming to get away from her. He was outright humping her legs, driving his cock between her calves. She simply held him like that, making him do all the work.

"St-stop it!" he gasped.

"Stop what? I'm not doing anything. I'm just resting my tired feet."

"F-f-fuck you! Y-you fucking bitch! You fucking whore!"

She felt his genitals jerk and tighten. Just as he was about to blow his load, she suddenly shifted her right leg up, releasing his cock. It twitched wildly in the air, and Matthew let out a moan. He tried to hump against just her left leg, but all he succeeded in doing was crushing his balls against her.

"What are you doing?" he bellowed.

"I thought you wanted me to stop?" she said.

"No!" he said, red faced with anger and humiliation. "I mean... damn it!"

She let her leg drop and trapped his cock between her calves again. Immediately, Matthew thrust between her legs again, and shuddered as he neared climax. "N-no... please... I can't..."

"You can and you must," she said. "This is driving you crazy, and we need to resolve this."

"But I can't! I w-won't! I won't fuck you!"

"Then stop doing it," said Sheila.

Matthew huffed, but didn't stop thrusting between her legs. "Fucking bitch... fucking cunt..."

At the last second, she released him once more, letting his cock twitch crazily in the air, already leaking precum. He clutched at her leg and tried to force it down on his cock again. When that failed, he tried to grab himself, but she pushed his hand away with her foot.

"If I do this for you, will it assuage your hatred? Will you be able to stand me?" said Sheila.

Matthew grit his teeth. "I... I...."

"I only wish to serve you well, master, but I cannot do so if my presence angers you," said Sheila. "Will your anger lessen if I do this?"