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Christmas Moonshine (Part II)

Continued from Part I


Ruth perched the knit version of Obbie on her dresser, and while it certainly helped imbue some Christmas cheer into the air, her apartment still felt a bit lonely and chilly.

Ruth still wasn’t quite sure what to do alone on a holiday. She sat on the edge of her bed, rolling the little glass bottle between her hands. It was unlabeled, and wiggling the stopper out released the scent of peppermint. Peppermint schnapps, then?

“Christmas cheer in a bottle, right Obbie?” With nothing better to do, Ruth tipped back the little bottle and downed the whole thing. The liquor bit at her tongue, but she liked it. She liked her little apartment and she liked her little life, dammit. And she liked Christmas. Even when her mother called her tacky.

Ruth went to the kitchen and dug out a candle, then brought it back and lit it on her dresser, a safe distance away from the knit cat. It wasn’t exactly a roaring fire, but it was better than nothing.

Within a few minutes, the warmth of the liquor dispelled the cold. So thoroughly, in fact, that she might as well have been next to a bonfire after all. Ruth dove under her covers and wiggled out of her pajamas. 

She was feeling very warm. Hot actually. Especially in some specific areas. So, hot and bothered. Was she really getting off so much on finally being able to say ‘fuck you’ at her ex?

Or maybe the peppermint schnapps was stronger than she’d realized. Her pussy was throbbing something fierce. Was this the era of her life where she went and bought a bunch of sex toys? That seemed good. Who needs dick, anyway?

As the thought of growing her sex toy collection instead of her and her ex’s joint bank account sent hot arousal through her, Ruth officially hit the point of overheating and threw her covers off.

And then saw the strangest thing. Sprouting from between her legs was a life-size peppermint swirl candy cane dildo.

“What the…”

Ready to prove it an illusion or examine it closer, Ruth grabbed the end of the strange apparition and tugged, only to moan as pleasure zinged through her entire body. Touching the candy cane dick felt like how she could only imagine actually having a dick felt.

Ruth blinked rapidly, scanning her room for any sign that she might be dreaming. But as far as she was aware, she hadn’t fallen asleep. That was how dreams usually worked though, right? Except she could still remember her day, the shop and the…

Wait, did the old woman brew her moonshine with LSD or something?

Ruth turned and stared at the knit Obbie, half expecting it to blink at her. “Do you know anything about this? What’s going on?”

Knit Obbie was as silent—if cheerfully—as ever.

Needy throbbing turned Ruth’s attention back to the candy cane cock.

Tentatively, she reached for it again. Pleasure zinged up its length, sending her heart racing and her chest heaving.

“Ooooh boy. This is, uh… this is a good trip, right?”

Knit Obbie offered no response, but it was hard to feel apprehensive in his cheerful presence. If she was dreaming it was a non-issue, and even if she wasn’t… it wasn’t like she could un-chug the moonshine. Or, well, she could maybe call 911 and tell them that she’d eaten something, but…

Her hand drifted down to the base of the candy cane cock. It felt so fucking good. Not as intense as when she played with her clit, but she could feel every little touch along the length…

Ruth gave herself a couple experimental strokes and she shuddered. This was fine. She was fine. This was either a very good dream or a very good trip, and she didn’t care much either way.

Ruth quickly found a rhythm with the candy cane cock that had her moaning and bucking her hips. Then she felt something inside the cock, a pulsing heat and tingling cold down the entire length, the sense of squeezing and dripping… and then something thick and white oozed out of the tip of the candy cane cock.

Ruth paused, curiosity briefly overwhelming arousal. She swiped a finger over her tip, shuddering at the sensation, then put it on her tongue.

It was icing. Peppermint icing.

She turned to glare at knit Obbie. “You’ve got to be shitting me. What the fuck is this?”

The candy cane cock throbbed, and Ruth’s hips bucked, sliding the cock through her hand again and sending pleasure sparking out from the base. Ruth moaned. “Okay, fine, this is really fucking hot, is what this is…”

Ruth indulged, and no matter what she tried with the candy cane cock, it felt amazing. Pre-orgasmic ripples of pleasure sent more icing dripping from her tip, which she licked off her fingers.

Slowly, Ruth’s arousal built, and she could feel the familiar-yet-different edge, right there.

She’d better cum and get to bed… why exactly? She didn’t have work the next day. In fact, she had all night and nobody to bother her.

Ruth bit her lip, squirming with pleasure, forcing her hands to stay off the candy cane cock as icing dribbled down its length and she backed down from the edge. 

Then she resumed her luxuriant attentions, stroking and moaning, working up quite the sweat.

“Not so cold and lonely anymore,” she muttered to the knit Obbie as she teetered on the edge a second time.

This time as her hand found the shaft, every movement tingled with orgasmic pleasure. “Oh fuck… Obbie, I don’t think I’m gonna be able to stop this time…” Her hips bucked reflexively into her hands as she fucked the air, ribbons of icing already oozing out. Her breath quickened. “I can’t fucking stop… oh fuck… fuck!” Ruth’s thrusting hips lit some kind of new fire in her core as every muscle in her body clenched. A pulse of pleasure radiated from her base and then the candy cane cock erupted, huge arcs of warm icing hanging in the air and then spattering down around her.

“Ohhhh fuck…” Relaxation spread through Ruth’s limbs as she stopped bucking but still stroked gently. As she caught her breath, she expected sensitivity to overtake her, but it was actually the heat of greater pleasure that she found.

“Oh Obbie, I’m gonna… again… yes… fuck…. Oh!” Another climax thundered through her, even more intense than the first. And just when she thought she was spent, it happened again, a third wave of rhythmic ecstasy, showering her with yet more peppermint icing.

Finally, Ruth collapsed back into the bed, both hands at her sides but still cumming, little pulses of icing still oozing out of the candy cane cock.

Ruth scooped a handful of peppermint icing from her stomach and pressed her fingers deep into her mouth. It was the best thing she’d ever tasted.

As she shifted to scoop up more, the candy cane cock fell next to her on the bed, as if it had never been attached to her at all. She picked it up and licked the icing off the end—and found that it was, indeed, made of candy cane. Ruth wasn’t quite sure of why, but she giggled at that.

She licked up a few more handfuls of icing, then settled back into her bed. Whether it was a dream or drugs or actual magic that would result in her having to do a lot of laundry tomorrow, Ruth didn’t care much.

She sighed happily. “Happy fucking Christmas to me.”

Then, she added, “And happy solstice to you, Obsidian…”

And as her eyes drifted shut, too heavy to keep open any longer, she would have sworn the knit cat’s eyes glowed golden for an instant as the sound of purring brushed by her feet.


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Christmas Moonshine (Part I)

The bells on the door jingled merrily as Ruth pushed in from the cold. She had taken the long way home, as much to enjoy all the Christmas lights as to put off her inevitable arrival at her cold and empty home. This shop had caught her eye, with the window display of antique nutcrackers and Christmas-themed nesting dolls. Somehow, she hadn’t noticed it before.

She was greeted with a wave of warmth, the smell of cinnamon and juniper, and floor-to-ceiling shelves of seasonal antiques. Christmas carols crackled from a vintage record player next to the door.

“Welcome, deary!” called an old woman’s voice from the back. “Do let me know if you have any questions.”

“Will do,” Ruth called back, but as she stepped around the shelf to properly greet the woman, she found another equally tall shelf behind it. The delightful array of miniature rocking horses, little birds, and glistening glass ornaments quickly distracted her from her concerns of politeness.

Ruth browsed, finally feeling some warmth in her bones again. She lost track of how many shelves there were in the little shop, each packed with innumerable wonders. 

A cuckoo clock chimed at the end of the aisle, and Ruth’s heart rose with the merry little tune and dancing children, then sunk as she saw the time. She really did need to get going. 

As she stepped to go back up the aisle, she saw something she’d missed before on a shelf she’d passed. A cheerful little plush black cat, no doubt hand-knit, wearing a big red Christmas bow.

Glee bubbled in her heart. She’d hardly decorated at all, and here was something that would bring some Christmas cheer to her dreary apartment all without any tree or effort.

Ruth picked up the little cat and stepped towards the cuckoo clock, not sure if she remembered which way the woman’s voice had come from. She nearly jumped as she came around the end of the aisle and found the shop’s counter right there.

A plump old woman with white hair wearing a red velvet dress sat knitting behind the counter, upon which a black cat slumbered. 

“Hello deary,” the woman said, looking up from her knitting. “Find what you were looking for?”

“Y-yes,” Ruth said. “My apartment’s a bit empty this year, a-and—” She realized as soon as it was out of her mouth that there was no way to make it not sound pathetic. “Well, this fellow seemed like some quick Christmas cheer.” She held up the knit cat and hoped she looked cheerful.

The old woman’s eyes twinkled. “Ah, yes. Quite unlike the inspiration, I’ll have you know.” She tilted her head towards the black cat on the counter, who peeled open one yellow eye, surveyed Ruth, then returned to sleeping.

“You made it?” Ruth said.

The old woman nodded. “Most things in here I did. I have this shop as much as a place to put everything as to sell it!”

Ruth then noticed that there was a little doorway behind the counter, and sure enough, it was covered with all kinds of tools—paints, wood shavings, other balls of yarn, and more.

“Well, everything’s so lovely! I’m surprised you can keep the shelves stocked.”

The old woman smiled and shrugged. “This place doesn’t get as much foot traffic as it used to.”

Ruth thought that was odd, since she’d thought this part of town was doing quite well, but as she was far from an expert on local economics, she just offered an apologetic look. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Oh! Don’t you worry about me. I like it that way, honest. Just me and Obbie here.” She inclined her head at the cat.

“Obbie, that’s a fun name.”

“Short for Obsidian, but as you can see, that’s far too noble a name for this goofy little grump.”

Ruth found a real smile tugging at her lips. “Well, Obbie is a dashing model, if nothing else.”

“That he is,” the woman said.

“Do you have any Christmas plans?” Ruth asked, before realizing that she might have to return the answer.

“Ah yes,” the old woman said, “and they’ll look quite a lot like this. I’m a bit of a, oh what do they call it…”

Witch’ stirred in Ruth’s mind, but she had no idea why she’d think such a rude thing about such a nice woman.

“A spinster,” the woman finished. “That’s the word.”

“Do you ever get lonely?” Ruth asked.

“Me? Nah, Obbie keeps me good company. And now he’ll be able to keep you company, too.” The woman tipped her head at the knit cat.

Ruth turned to look at the cheerful face and big red bow. She could already imagine feeling a little less lonely with the little knit cat perched on her dresser. A genuine smile found her. Ruth nodded to the woman. “Yes, I quite agree.”

The old woman smiled warmly. “Anything else I can help you find tonight?”

Ruth shook her head.

The old woman nodded, then wrapped up the cat in a paper bag. Her eyes twinkled. “One more thing.” She ducked into the next room and returned with a little glass bottle. “One of my other hobbies. Call it a freebie.” She shook the bottle, then dropped it into the bag with the knit cat. 

“What is it?” Ruth asked.

The old woman winked. “Moonshine. You’ll have to tell me if it’s any good. I used to be quite the cook, back in the day.”

Ruth would have immediately believed that the old woman had experienced prohibition first-hand. While she tried to do the mental math of whether that was even possible, the woman finished arranging the bag.

Obsidian stood and stretched, sniffed at the bag, then jumped off the counter and wandered off into the shop.

The old woman shook her head. “See? What a grump.” She handed Ruth the bag. 

Ruth blinked and reached for her purse. “Oh, what do I owe you?” In her enthusiasm, she’d forgotten entirely to check the price tag—something both her boyfriend— her ex and her mother would have loved to berate her for. And one of the reasons that she was not presently traveling to visit either of them.

“Hm? Oh, you already paid, deary,” the woman said.

“D-did I?” Ruth said.

The woman nodded warmly and chuckled. “It’s late, happens to the best of us. Be sure to bundle up all the way before you head out.”

Ruth nodded as she pulled on her gloves. “Merry Christmas!”

“And to you too, deary. Just be sure to wish Obbie a happy solstice on the way out, if you don’t want the old grump to hiss at you.”

Ruth nodded and turned towards the labyrinthine shelves, not sure how she was going to find her way out. But while it had taken her more than a half an hour of browsing—and she would have sworn dozens of shelves to get to the counter, she only walked by four on the way out.

And she nearly jumped as she spotted Obbie sitting on top of the record player by the door, staring directly at her with two gleaming golden eyes.

Ruth gulped. “Happy Solstice, Obsidian.”

The cat jumped off the record player, purred, rubbed against Ruth’s leg, and then disappeared into the shelves again.

Ruth stepped out into the cold before the cat could change his mind and come back to hiss at her, then headed home.


Continued in Part II

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Christmas Dinner (Part IV)

Continued from Part III


The guests thus attended to, Elden turned his attention to Rosie, who was once again quivering eagerly.

“Now, what to do with these leftovers…” he said.

Rosies eyes fluttered, her legs straining against her bonds, wanting desperately to press together or somehow resolve the cold emptiness between them.

“Now remind me, how long does this concoction take to dissipate if you don’t cum it out?”

Rosie whimpered.

Elden grinned. “Days, isn’t it?”

Rosie shuddered, then reluctantly nodded.

Instead of giving her an answer, Elden brushed his finger through the air and the serving platter spun slowly on his magic.

“You do look quite pretty like this,” Elden said. “All bound and glazed.”

A golden tendril of magic trailed up Rosie’s cheeks, inspiring a shiver and a burst of hope in her heart.

“As much fun as it would be to keep you like this for days,” Elden said, “I do have need of you tomorrow.”

Rosie nodded solemnly, lest her enthusiasm earn her further denial.

“Good. You won’t make any such mistakes tomorrow, will you?”

Rosie emphatically shook her head.

“That’s a good girl. If you did, I’d have to punish you like this again. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”

Rosie’s cheeks flushed red, her legs quivered, then she nodded. Then paused, shook her head. Then nodded.

“Oh, you poor thing,” Elden crooned. “Did you lose track of which way I asked the question?”

Rosie nodded.

“With your brain so muddled, you really will be useless tomorrow. And we can’t have that, can we?”

Rosie shook her head, trying but failing to keep her breathing from quickening, her breasts from heaving.

Elden went and stood by her head, and Rosie turned her eyes up at him. 

He said, “All this attention tonight was really quite the tease, wasn’t it?”

She nodded. 

“You poor thing,” he crooned. “None of them know just how hard you can cum.”

Before Rosie could nod again, a tendril of golden magic traced up from her knee to her hip, and Rosie’s head tipped back against the table.

“Especially with all that magick in your veins. And so, so warmed up…”

More golden tendrils appeared, curling around each of Rosie’s breasts, trailing towards her mouth and her cunt.

She trembled and moaned, no longer able to hold back her pleas.

Elden smiled and the ring gag vanished from Rosie’s mouth. Her eyes widened. “Please, please I need it, I need to cum so bad, please, I-I’ll be so good, I promise, please I need it, please…”

Hot, red, ancient magic flared in Elden’s eyes and a golden tendril surged down Rosie’s throat, muffling her words again. Fiery magic that threatened to melt Elden’s icy calm tingled down his spine, and he took a deep breath and extinguished the flare. He needed to be careful with this one. One more word from her, and she might have unleashed what he had spent centuries carefully containing. Not that it was a bad containing. Perhaps channeled was a better word—guided and shaped how he willed, in the ways that brought him pleasure.

Just as he shaped his magic into the golden tendrils that thickened and probed, filling her throat and her cunt and her ass, squeezing her waist and her breasts, pinching hard at her nipples.

For as much as these guests and her begging had reminded him of when he was king, the cheerful red baubles in the evergreens, which Rosie had so carefully arranged, reminded him that he liked this life far better.

His magics wrung climax after climax out of the little elf who was by far the cleverest apprentice he’d ever had. As Elden pulled her through another climax, he resolved to do a better job of assuring her that he’d not be firing her for something so silly as mixing up bottles.

Perhaps it was that she was a young fae, and so overly afraid of mischief. The Convention was to blame for that, and Elden was happy to pay more than a few fines in order to teach Rosie what fae life really was. She was well on her way. In fact—

Elden was disturbed from his musings by a buzzing tension and the strong smell of juniper and jasmine. Had he not been distracted, he would have already felt the air shifting and pulsing with the will, I want… I want…

All fae magic started with the will, and Rosie’s was unwinding into the room around her. 

The hair on the back of Elden’s neck stood on-end like a concerned cat’s as his golden tendrils sniffed out the silky green ones forming in the air.

And then in the span of a moment in-between moments, Rosie was standing—no, floating—in front of him, a dress of silky emerald magic swirling around her, her eyes gleaming green like sunlight through leaves, looking like a queen of old.

Her voice whispered from the air all around them as her hand gently landed on the back of his neck. “I want you to feel good too…”

Elden swallowed. It was unwise to try and quell spontaneous outbursts of fae magic like this, and yet, between teacher and apprentice it was wise to maintain a certain amount of professionalism…

An emerald tendril brushed against the front of Elden’s ruby velvet trousers and he shuddered.

Rosie grinned, showing her own pointed canines. “‘Professionalism’? Come now, didn’t you say this is our culture?”

Elden forced a wry grin. “How long have you been reading my thoughts?”

“Since I decided I want you…”

Moments shifted, and then Rosie was standing in front of him, cheek against his stomach, hand against his growing bulge.

“…to feel good too.”

“You naughty little thing,” Elden gasped.

Rosie grinned. “I am, aren’t I? I messed up the potions… and now I’m being unprofessional…”Rosie’s fingers curled into the ruby velvet, and then it was gone, her own magic having pulled it away.

Elden stood, suddenly exposed, unsure of what to do, until her hot mouth folded around his length. Arousal quivered through him, rediscovering sensations. How long had it been? Decades? He had kept everything and everyone at arms’ length, and now here he was, cock-deep in his apprentice.

And it felt amazing. But he was supposed to be the one in charge, supposed to be the one taking care of…

Shhhhh,” whispered the air around him as Rosie pushed him onto the plush chair she’d conjured behind him.

“Y-you won’t get me quite that easily,” Elden said, mustering his will and magic to stir his golden tendrils again. If he could exhaust Rosie first, he could get through this with some amount of dignity intact.

Elden’s genius plan had the effect of inspiring Rosie to moan around his cock, which put his willpower on much slipperier ground. Here she was, enhanced by a fae stamina potion, and here he was, some decades since his last proper indulgence. To say that his heat was rising quickly was a understatement. She bobbed down his length, tongue swirling and pressing, moans buzzing under his tip.

“R-Rosie… if you don’t stop that, I’m going to… I’m going to…”

He tried to think of some suitable punishment, but all he could think was I’m going to cum.

He was on the brink and Rosie knew it.

How do you feel?” her voice asked from the air.

Her tongue swirled under his tip. He was dripping, but he could hardly afford to encourage her. And he was far from lucid enough to lie.

She pulled him slowly down her throat, lips pressing tight around him, and he couldn’t keep the moan from escaping. She brought him right to the edge again, then paused.

I said, how do you feel?

Dread mixed with hot arousal in Elden’s core as he realized that she was going to make him say it. She would keep him here, right on the brink, until he pushed her away or he said it. And the former was not an option, not with the way his whole body throbbed under her touch.

“It feels good,” he breathed.

What’s that?

“It feels so fucking good.”

And then she unleashed herself upon him and his arousal flared. “Rosie… Rosie!” Elden’s hips bucked as he hissed and plummeted over the edge.

Every candle flared, the logs in the fireplace cracked into sparks, and motes of light appeared around them. Outside the house, snow shuddered off tree limbs and the ice skating pont cracked from the center. Rosie drank deep and delighted, her lips around his base and their magic entwining.

Elden’s magic in Rosie thickened and swelled, pushing her into one last gushing climax.

As Elden’s breath finally slowed, Rosie tucked her cheek against his thigh. The dining room was dim, all the candles burned to their bases and the fire now only embers. The air now smelled of soot, juniper, and sex.

Despite Rosie’s best efforts, sleep soon overtook her slight form.

Elden’s magic swept her clean, but he lifted her into the plush bed she’d conjured and tucked her in with his own hands, then turned his attention to the guests and the fluid-drenched wreckage of a dining room.

Elden chuckled wryly to himself. “Just like the yultides of yore, if I do say so myself…”

Then he took a deep breath and undammed a stream of ancient magic. In a swirl of snowflakes and golden warmth, each guest was cleaned, their hair resettled, their clothes redressed, until they were just as they had been when they arrived. Coils of magic then spirited them away, each to their homes, dropping on their doorsteps at just the moment nobody was quite paying attention.

Each would remember a carriage ride home and report to their loved ones that they were quite sleepy, but would be happy to recount the experience the next day.

After a long, peaceful sleep, they would awaken to report an absolutely delightful dinner. Exactly what had made it so delightful, they couldn’t quite say… except that it was definitely the little bird, which despite its small size had been so very delicious that they couldn’t help but go back for thirds, fourths, or more.


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Christmas Dinner (Part III)

Continued from Part II


From the hallway Elden called, “And for dessert, we have…”

With a soft creak, Elden wheeled the serving cart into the dining room.

In the center of an oversized silver platter lay Rosie, on her back and utterly naked, trussed up with cotton twine—legs folded and spread, ankles bound together, arms tucked and bound by her sides, breasts tied together so that they shone upwards—like the prettiest Christmas turkey.

She wore a ring gag, her head tipped back on the platter, her brown eyes dilated to a shining black.

A slick sheen surrounded her on the serving tray—none other than the juices from her puffy, glistening cunt. While the guests had been struggling through their last course, Rosie had already been trussed up and marinating in the kitchen.

And now she was hot, wet, and ready, quivering with excitement.

The two men closest to the door—the ones who’d been debating the best way to cut a cigar, and the founding members of the club—stood suddenly. Their chairs went clattering and would have fallen, if not for a wisp of Elden’s magic.

Elden wheeled Rosie to the end of the table, the room silent except for the crackle of the fire and the quickening of breath.

“W-what is the meaning of this?” said one of the men at the end of the table, with a golden pocket square and curled mustache.

“Oh fuck,” moaned the man who’d been surreptitiously stroking himself under the table.

“I’m taking seconds,” breathed the woman seated at the middle of the table.

“Good friends, p-please,” said the man with the golden pocket square. “This is h-highly unprofessional…” His cock strained mightily against the front of his trousers, a wet spot spreading from the tip.

Elden smiled warmly at them, as if he’d brought out nothing more scandalous than a pumpkin pie. “There’s plenty for everyone, I assure you,” he said to the woman in the middle of the table. Then, to everyone, “You know the manners. Take your portion and pass, please.”

The silver tray slid onto the now-empty table, aligning Rosie’s mouth with the bulge of the man with the golden pocket square, and her cunt with the other founder.

He hadn’t said anything since Elden had wheeled Rosie in, and he now stared at her quivering breasts as his hips rocked slowly, rubbing his bulge against the table.

Tension thickened in the air, as ten desperate guests looked towards their de-facto leaders for whether they were allowed to break decorum. The man who’d been stroking himself edged, but brought himself to a quivering halt, not wanting to be the first to ‘break the seal’, so to speak. The woman in the middle of the table was now quite certain that this was a dream and so didn’t see any reason to hold off.

But they all looked to the two trembling men at the end of the table, who seemed frozen in place.

The only one moving was Rosie, who trembled and wriggled with desire to free both cocks. Her pleas turned to moans around the ring gag as another gush of juices joined the puddle in the serving tray. She wanted nothing more than to be spit-roasted like the holiday meal she so closely resembled.

It was for her benefit that Elden let the moment drag on so long. He would not let the Convention claim that he had not rendered adequate punishment. He could leave out the part about her enjoying it.

Finally, Elden said, “Please, honored guests. This is a cherished Christmas tradition of our culture. Your enthusiastic participation would be most honoring.”

“W-when you put it that way,” said the man who had been humping the table as he promptly dropped his trousers and freed his throbbing length. He plunged it into Rosie’s cunt, and they both moaned with the ecstasy of relief.

Still, the man with the gold pocket square hesitated. 

“Now, be very honest,” Elden said to him, magic weaving into his words. “Do you want this?”

“Fuck, yes,” breathed the man.

“Why do you hesitate?”

“It j-just seems so… so… crass.”

“Ah!” said Elden. “But of course. I may as well have asked you to take your own coat off, good sir.” Elden’s slender fingers hovered over the man’s belt buckles. “May I?”

The man nodded with as much dignity as he could muster while his friend pounded into Rosie.

Elden was in no hurry as he carefully undid the man’s belt, slipping it out of the loops and drawing a deep shudder, carefully placing it over the back of the chair and then slowly undoing each trouser button.

The man’s decorum melted with each touch until his throbbing cock rested naked on Elden’s fingers, and the elf guided it into Rosie’s mouth.

“Don’t worry,” Elden said, trailing a finger down Rosie’s breast before giving her nipple a light pinch. “She doesn’t need to breathe much.”

The last few threads of the man’s will snapped as his hips bucked of their own accord, driving his cock deep into Rosie’s hot throat. She gulped and swallowed around him, desperate for his release, heedless of a mortal’s need for oxygen.

And so the two founding members fucked Rosie onto each others’ cocks, moans quickly reaching a fever pitch.

Those anxious for their turns did not have to wait long, as the vice grip of Rosie’s cunt and the greedy pressure of her tongue soon rewarded her. As the co-founder gave one last thrust before he burst, Rosie sucked the other over the edge.

They had barely slumped into their chairs before the next pair of men grabbed the platter and pulled her onto their waiting cocks.

The man who had started stroking under the table had now edged two more times and was openly masturbating, leaning against the table with one hand and pumping with the other. “H-hurry the fuck up,” he growled.

Elden appeared at his shoulder. “Come now,” he crooned. “There’s no rush. Wouldn’t she look lovely basted? You’ll have plenty more to give.”

“Oh fuck, you’re right. I’m s-so… s-so… oh fuck, here it comes!” The man’s whole body stiffened as he erupted across Rosie’s leg, stomach, and breasts—far, far more than should have been possible.

In the doses usually administered, the supernatural effects of the Valentines Day concoction were subtle, but at these doses there was no hiding it, especially as the man hardly slowed his stroking.

“Fuck, I’ve never cum that hard…” The man kept moaning as his slicked hand slid easily over his shaft. “And I think I might… I think I’m gonna cum again… I’m gonna, I’m gonna!” The man’s eyes rolled back as he fucked through his hand and showered Rosie with another equally thick orgasm. This time, his stroking slowed, though his cock still throbbed and dripped.

“H-holy shit, Chuck, where did that come from?” said the woman across from him, who was rubbing her breasts through her shirt, her suit coat already haphazardly slung over the back of her chair, as her own wetness ran down her leg.

“I d-don’t fucking know,” he said, “But fuck it felt good…”

The man at Rosie’s mouth groaned and came down her throat, her chest bobbing with every swallow. 

The woman wasted no time kicking off her trousers and hauling the end of the platter with Rosie’s head towards herself, even though the man at Rosie’s cunt wasn’t done yet. The woman clambered up onto the table, and dropped her sopping cunt onto Rosie’s face, earning a delighted moan from Rosie.

“Fuck!” said the man at her cunt. “T-that’s making her squeeze so tight, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” His legs nearly dropped out from under him as he pumped into Rosie.

The woman riding Rosie’s face smirked. “All these greedy men, and you haven’t cum yet, have you sweetie? Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

Before the man who’d basted Rosie could take his position, the woman buried her fingers into Rosie’s cunt and reached around to find Rosie’s spot.

Rosie screamed with delight, as the man who’d basted her looked up incredulously.

“It’s my turn,” he said to the woman.

She rocked her hips against Rosie’s face. “Is it? You just came. Twice. So I think that means I get both holes now. Unless this little cutie likes it in the ass…” The woman looked back at Rosie.

Rosie nodded emphatically into the woman’s cunt.

“Well there you go.” The woman pulled hard on Rosie’s spot and Rosie moaned, tucking her hips to give easier access to her ass. With her legs so nicely trussed and spread, it was an easy thing.

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” said the man, and he plunged inside.

Rosie’s moans escalated to smothered screams as the woman worked her cunt and the man pounded her ass. Rosie gushed around the woman’s hand, splattering the man’s hips.

“I-is she cumming?” he asked.

The woman chuckled. “Oh, when she cums, you won’t have to ask.”

As if on cue, Rosie’s breathing quickened and then hitched into one long, high scream as she squirted even harder, cunt and ass clenching with the waves of her climax.

“Fuck!” the man said, slamming one last time into Rosie’s ass. He emptied with a few clenches of his ass, even as Rosie kept cumming around him. “I-it’s like she’s m-milking me…”

The woman’s breathing quickened too. “Th-that’s right cutie, fucking milk that ba— ah… Ohhhh fuck!” She trembled through her own pulsing orgasm, and would have fallen off the table if Elden hadn’t been there to catch her and lower her into her chair.

As the next pair of men claimed Rosie’s throat and ass, the following pair were struck with that particular creativity that comes from being overwhelmingly horny, and found angles that let them fuck Rosie’s tits and cunt respectively.

That left only the man and woman who were closest to the fire, and who were now already entirely naked, due to the sweltering heat both within and without. They were both still in their seats, the woman with her fingers buried in her cunt and the man stroking his dripping cock, contemplating what they would do on their turn.

Hardly four thrusts in, the man at Rosie’s throat grunted and stiffened. The one sliding between her tits smirked. “Losing it already?”

“N-no,” he said, pulling out as if to prove it, but his cock throbbed and oozed from the ruined orgasm. Two more strokes with his hand had him erupting all over Rosie’s face. Instead of slumping back, he slid his still-dripping cock down her throat. “Fuck, I need more…”

One by one, the four men fucking Rosie finished (or finished again), moaning and emptying, filling and coating Rosie with another layer of cum.

As the platter slid to the end of the table, directly in front of the final man and woman, they were each hard pressed to part their hands from their throbbing genitals. So they didn’t, and the man buried his face in Rosie’s cunt while the woman cupped a breast for Rosie to suck on.

Meanwhile, the founders found themselves craving another round and stood at the end of the table, soon basting Rosie with their own prodigious contributions.

The sight and sound pushed the last two over the edge, the man bathing the floor and the woman soaking her chair.

Though that was hardly the end of it. True to Elden’s promise, they each had seconds and thirds and fourths or more. The platter filled with jubilant juices, and Rosie was thoroughly glazed with them. As the haze of urgency gave way to merry fucking, the two women took bets on who and how Rosie would cum again, and the men did their best to prove their prowess.

They milked another pulsing, gushing orgasm from her with a cock down her throat, a cock up her ass, fingers in her cunt, and a mouth at each breast. Her muffled screams of ecstasy filled the festive dining room as her juices filled the serving tray to nearly overflowing.

One by one, each guest succumbed to exhaustion, and Elden returned them to their spot at the table to slumber peacefully.

The last one standing—or, more accurately, sitting in his chair, head in his hand, too tired to stand but too horny to stop stroking himself—was the man who’d been first to stroke himself under the table and who had consumed the most of the magicked wine.

Rosie caught her breath, still trussed and juiced on the table, as Elden conjured himself a clean chair so that he could sit next to the last guest.

“And how are you feeling?” Elden asked.

“S-still so fucking horny…” he said. Indeed, his cock was dripping and had been for some time, forming a growing puddle at his feet. He stroked desperately, but his exhausted arm couldn’t provide enough stimulation.

“Put your arm down,” Elden said.

The man obeyed, though his hips bucked reflexively.

“Look into my eyes,” Elden said. “Focus.”

The man did so.

Elden’s eyes gleamed with magic. “Let it all out. Every last drop.”

Heat rushed over the man’s body and he relaxed, even as his cock twitched. His hands stayed limp at his side. “O-okay… yeah… oh yeah… fuck…”

With a quiet sigh of relief, the man’s twitching cock erupted another two orgasm’s worth of cum onto the floor between his feet, working out the last of the aphrodisiac and finally releasing him into peaceful slumber.


Continued in Part IV

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Christmas Dinner (Part II)

Continued from Part I


Elden returned to the dining guests to find that none had noticed his or Rosie’s absence, except that the wine in their glasses had fallen a bit low without her attentions.

With the slightest inclination of his will, the wine that Rosie had prepared and abandoned now distributed amongst the twelve glasses as if rising from below. Were any of the guests paying attention, they would have found their minds wandering in that crucial moment, and their senses then certain that nothing had changed.

But none of them were paying much attention at all. They were all finding that the warmth of the wine was settling into a few particular places more strongly than it usually did, but to their credit, the prim and proper group had remained professional so far. Elden licked the backs of his canines. It would be all the more delicious to break their decorum later.

It had been ages since he’d had an excuse for good, old-fashioned mischief. Now that Rosie was prepared for her next role, there was nobody to wheel out the fifth course—brie and toscano with steaming fresh bread—so it simply appeared amongst the existing dishes on the table.

The guests crooned with delight and helped themselves. The private thoughts of a few guests murmured that they ought perhaps to slow down on the wine if they were starting to think that food was magically appearing, but they dared not share notes with their friends lest they be mocked for getting too drunk.

Elden could help them forget that care. They’d soon have little need for it, or any others. He stepped to the head of the table and raised his hand, a matching glass now there.

“Honored guests!” he said, and every pair of dilated eyes turned towards him. These last few centuries, subtlety had served him better, but the moment reminded him of what it had been like to a be a king. He smiled warmly at his subjects, whose pliant wills were now all too ready to turn towards Elden’s regality. 

“I propose a toast,” he continued. “To charity, good food, and great friends.”

Twelve glasses and twelve smiles rose to meet the toast, along with a cheer of “here, here!”

Elden inclined his glass towards them. “Rejoice and drink deep the blessings of life.” A little golden thread of magic curled through his words, and the merry revelers did as they were told. Every glass was empty before it touched the table again.

Elden returned to his spot by the door to enjoy the progression of the fifth course.

In truth, he’d suspected Rosie’s mistake before she’d confessed. By the end of the third course, there hadn’t been a soft cock or a dry cunt at the whole table. The guests had done an admiral job of distracting themselves with conversation and commentary. The two men at one end of the table had gotten into a spirited debate about the best cigar cutting method, while the woman closest to the fire was speculating alongside the man with the tree-shaped pocket square about what cooking method might have produced such exquisitely juicy meat.

These efforts were quickly unraveling. The throbbing of cocks against the insides of neatly ironed trousers became to pressing to ignore, and the best one could do with the moan inspired by an accidental brush against a nipple was try to play it off as a reaction to the cheese.

And so the praise of the food took on a distinctly erotic tone. Moans and curled toes rippled down the table as the diners found they could string together no more cohesive a sentence than how good the food was, how incredibly good, oh and by the way, is it just me or is it very warm in here? 

The eyes of the man with the blue pocket square fluttered as his fingertips found the tip of his throbbing cock through the fabric of his trousers, muddled mind insisting that somehow this would solve his problem. “So, so good,” he muttered, at his turn to praise the food.

The one man who had not even dared to so much as subtly reposition his shaft, and who was now feeling the pinch of too-tight trousers especially strongly, finally determined that he could not help but retire to the restroom and do something about this. But as he reached for his napkin to disguise his condition from the rest of the guests, he found that it was no longer there. And before he could think much on the fact that he would have sworn it was just there, another wave of arousal overtook him. He flatted his palms against the top of the table, lest he do what he was so sorely tempted to do, and he muttered something about feeling very, very full.

Elden stepped up beside him then, gleam in his eye. “I hope you’re not too full for dessert.”

The man shivered despite himself, mouth parting as a gasp escaped him. “C-clearly couldn’t be more excited,” he said, forcing a polite smile.

“Excellent,” Elden said. “I think you’ll find it’ll hit the spot just so.”

Twelve glassy eyes fixed on Elden as he stepped out of the room.


Continued in Part III

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Christmas Dinner (Part I)

A fire crackled merrily, illuminating the dining room of the old Victorian mansion. Evergreens and red baubles trimmed the fireplace, gold velvet banners softened the walls, and the chandeliers twinkled with dozens of candles. Outside the frosted windows, fresh snowflakes swirled.

The smell of roasted turkey and caramelized sweet potatoes drifted around the twelve diners at the long oak table as they chatted, jabbed, and laughed. They were dressed to the nines in two-piece suits and seasonal pocket squares—even (especially) the two women. The attire was a touch more modern than the mansion itself, but still a hearkening to Christmases past. One should expect nothing less from the vintage-obsessed Main Street Cigar Club. They usually went all out for Christmas, but this year they hadn’t had to lift a finger—just their wallets. When a ‘Magical, Victorian Christmas Experience’ had popped up in the local charity auction, the vote to put the club’s funds toward it had been unanimous. 

The event company that owned the mansion had nearly all five-star reviews, though details were sparse. Common themes were ‘indescribable’, ‘beyond what I could have imagined’ and ‘downright magical’. The first three courses had not disappointed, nor had their hosts for the evening.

There was a tall, slender man in a prim tailcoat of ruby velvet, standing quietly by the door, watching the merriment with cool grey eyes, always available but never overbearing. He need only incline his head at the other host, a short, plump woman in an emerald silk dress, and she understood what was needed next and would cheerily bounce to it, her ringlet curls flouncing on either side of sparkling brown eyes, her ample cleavage nearly escaping the cling of the silk. They had introduced themselves as Elden and Rosie as they had first welcomed the guests into the warm air of the mansion.

One of the quieter guests did privately think to himself that it was a bit quaint—yet charming, in the end—that despite the overall elegant and high-end feeling of the event, the two hosts had chosen to wear (impressively natural) pointed ear prosthetics to fashion themselves as elves.

The true reason for the hosts’ appearance was, unbeknownst to any of their guests, that they were in fact elves. The promises of ‘magic’ were quite literal. Though, perhaps ironically, Christmastime was the only season where they disposed of the glamours and disguises for their ears and wore them as they naturally were.

The six-course meal, three courses of which had now been plated and served, that seemed as though it would have required a kitchen staff of half a dozen to pull off, was in fact accomplished by Elden’s innate magics. Rosie was his apprentice, not yet qualified to use her magic with guests, so she went about any mundane tasks that remained.

One that she attended with the utmost faith was quietly topping off each guest’s glass of wine. When the woman nearest to the fireplace thought to herself that Rosie must be moving with supernatural subtlety, she was correct. No glass dropped more than half full, even as empty bottles lined up against the kitchen wall.

Rosie poured out the last of her carafe into the glass of the man whose pocket square was folded into the shape of a tree, and then glided into the quiet of the kitchen to uncork another bottle. She hummed a carol to herself as she lifted a little red crystal vial and poured in a generous splash to this latest bottle.

As she placed the vial back in its spot, the faded label twisted into the beam of a candle’s light, and made clear the outline of a heart and the letters V and D.

Rosie froze, her cheeks flushing bright red as her trembling fingertips pressed to her lips. She left the bottle of wine, snapped up the vial in a tight fist, smoothed out the front of her dress with a shaking hand, and stepped back into the room, pausing at Elden’s side, where she was barely taller than his elbow. Even without stooping, he heard her quiet whisper with perfect clarity:

“Elden, might I speak with you in the hall a moment?”

One of his pointed ears swiveled down towards her, but his eyes remained focused on the guests. Though it would appear that he was doing little, he was actually deeply focused on watching every guest’s littlest reaction, sifting through every whisper, all for clues on what foods might best delight in the next course.

“Is it important?” Elden said, his voice as cool and smooth as the ice skating pond behind the mansion.

“Would I interrupt you for anything else?” Rosie hissed through her cheery smile.

Elden took a slow breath—more to clear his head than to signal his exasperation, Rosie had recently learned—and then followed Rosie into the hallway.

Once they were in the dim quiet, he kneeled in front of her, lest he worsen her anxiety by towering over her. This was one reason that Rosie had fought so hard to become Elden’s apprentice—despite his aloof and sometimes bizarre nature, he was really quite kind.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

Rosie took a deep breath. “I-I’ve made a mistake, I…” The words caught in a tangle in her throat. What if Elden fired her for this? What if this would be the last time she got to entertain humans, when she’d made such a terrible mistake? The honor of entertaining humans was sacred to fae, and nothing had made her more honored than this opportunity, and—

Elden’s hand on her shoulder dispelled Rosie’s clouded thoughts.

“Whatever it is,” he said, “we can figure it out together.”

Rosie nodded, but all she could manage past the brink of tears was to extend the near-empty red crystal vial towards Elden.

Elden took it up in his slender fingers and turned it towards the light, then quirked an eyebrow at Rosie as the corner of his mouth twitched.

But not towards a frown, as Rosie had feared—but towards a smile!

“Let me make sure I understand,” Elden said. “Instead of infusing the guests’ wine with a Potion of Merriment, which has the effects of increasing the appetite and the sensation of flavor to divine heights, you’ve instead been dosing the guests tonight with our Valentine’s Day concoction which is…” Elden looked at her expectantly.

“An extremely potent aphrodisiac,” Rosie squeaked.

“And just so that I fully understand,” Elden continued, “While we would normally put just a single drop of the Valentine’s Day concoction into an entire bottle of wine, you’ve been dosing this as if it were a Potion of Merriment, so something like ten times the dose?”

Rosie winced and nodded.

“How did this happen?” 

“I f-forgot that Christmas wasn’t the only red bottle.” Rosie squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for punishment.

But instead, Elden laughed. And not just a wry chuckle, which was the most she’d ever seen from him. He laughed from his core, deep and full, and the sound filled the air with the memory of a hundred dozen Christmases, centuries of mirth and mischief, warmth and whimsy, and every candle in the house burned a shade brighter.

Somehow, Rosie’s shame melted away, and she found herself laughing too. When Elden finally settled, his blue eyes still twinkling like a starry sky, Rosie said, “So you’re… not going to fire me?”

“Oh, heavens no. Dear Rosie, we have guests to attend to, and I will need your help.” Elden grinned wide enough to reveal his pointed canines and the predatory gleam in his eye. “I have an idea that will ensure our guests have a delightful night, that will be appropriate penance for you for this little slip-up, and that will keep the Convention from levying anything more than a nominal fine. Does that sound agreeable?”

Rosie’s heart pittered like the hooves of a reindeer yoked to a sleigh, ready to run, eager to work, waiting only for her master’s ha. Her cheeks warmed again, but for a different reason. She bit her lip and nodded.

Elden handed her the red crystal vial. “Good thing you didn’t use it all,” he said. “You’ll want to drink that.”

Excitement tingled all the way down to Rosie’s fingertips and toes, and she obeyed.


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Cutie Cumpire Measures Up

Nora and Jasper were first introduced in Cutie Cumpire Goes to the Movies

You can find all of the Cutie Cumpire stories at Cutie Cumpire Story Index


Jasper carefully folded macaron batter by the oven in his—well, theirs now—little studio apartment while Nora sat on a bar stool by the island.

“You really do measure everything!” Nora said. She giggled as Jasper counted the number of strokes as he folded.

He quirked an eyebrow at her but didn’t dare lose his count—not until the batter was at the correct honey-like consistency and ready to be piped.

“I never would have thought the math degree would be relevant to baking, but here we are.” Jasper scooped the batter into the piping bag and double-checked the oven temperature. He’d gone so far as to calculate his oven’s heating curve and to tweak the bake temperature and time accordingly.

“So we are,” Nora said with a grin.

Jasper carefully piped the macaron shells, and once they were safely tucked to the back of the counter to rest, he started to clean up.

“If you like measuring things this much,” Nora said, “I’m surprised you haven’t measured your cum yet.”

Jasper’s cock twinged eagerly as if to say, did someone say cum? but he ignored it. “I’ve been tempted, but I know how you feel when I waste my cum.”

Nora blinked and tilted her head. “Wait, you’re being serious.”

Jasper’s cheeks heated. “Yeah.”

Nora laughed gently and looked at him like he was a puppy slowly rolling down the stairs. “Aw, babe. You should have said something! If you cum in a measuring cup, I’ll drink it.”

Jasper could not keep his cock from responding to that summons. He gulped. “Really?”

“Yeah, as long as it’s still hot, I don’t care.”

Jasper’s cock throbbed and pressed against his jeans. “I’m a Grade A idiot, aren’t I?”

“Yeah but you’re my idiot and you’re cute, so. You’ve already got the stuff out and you’re about to run the dishwasher, right? Let’s find out!”

And though it was true that Jasper’s brain became incredibly slow when it was blood deprived, Nora also moved unnaturally fast around the island. Perks of being a vampire, apparently. Within a moment, she was stroking his cock to full hardness.

His whole body quivered with pleasure. “Fuck, Nora, how does that feel so good every time…”

Nora giggled. “Isn’t it supposed to?”

“D-doesn’t seem like it should be allowed to feel this good…” Her hands were so soft and warm, and she knew all his most sensitive spots.

“Well, you have a point. I am demon-spawn. Satan knows what’s up.”

“Remind me to send them a thank-you note…”

“Filling this measuring cup with an obscene amount of cum seems like a good way to thank Satan. What do you think?” Somehow, Nora had also grabbed a clear glass measuring cup, which now sat on the counter next to them.

Jasper’s balls throbbed in agreement. “S-sounds good to me…”

He let himself sink into appreciating Nora—the strokes from her tongue, the gentle sucking at his tip, the warmth of her hands. And then, just as he was getting close to the edge, he had an idea. Because if there was one thing that Jasper was good at, it was torturing himself.

“If you want to get a really good sample, I should go get my butt plug.” Jasper blinked, and then Nora was no longer stroking him and was instead standing in front of him with said toy in one hand, a bottle of lube in the other, and a wicked smile across her lips.

Jasper nearly came just from the sight of it, even as his cock throbbed in the air.

Satan was definitely the right one to thank as Nora started on his ass with her tongue. Nothing turned his mind so utterly and completely to mush as that. He made no conscious decision to stroke himself, but his cock was in his hand and his moans filled the little kitchen. And then, after a generous application of lube, the thick plug filled his ass and the vibrations from the toy sent him trembling with pre-orgasmic sparks of heat.

Nora let him stroke himself but took charge, encouraging him with her own moans and gasps and then ordering him to stop as he reached the edge. Then she edged him a second time. And a third.

Pre-cum dripped into the measuring cup in time to his ass squeezing around the toy, and Nora cooed eagerly. “There’s already so much!”

Another thick surge answered. “Fuck, Nora, I’m gonna…”

“No,” Nora commanded.

Jasper gasped, groaned, and somehow stopped stroking long enough to recede from that point of no return. “H-how do you do that to me…”

Nora grinned. “You’re just naturally obedient.”

Jasper spurted pre-cum again.

“Stop,” Nora ordered.

He did. But the sparks of pleasure lingered, trailing around his ass and his base, through his aching prostate, riding on the vibrations from the toy. If he’d stopped even a half a second later, he would have cum even while he wasn’t stroking at all.

“Nora… this toy is…” He clenched around it, grimacing. “It’s gonna make me…” His hand started stroking again, despite his best efforts to stop. “Nora…”

Nora growled hungrily. “Make this fucking cup overflow.”

The heat ignited, gathering tight at his base. “Nora, I’m gonna…”

“Yes,” she hissed. “Cum for me!”

Jasper cried out as his two remaining brain cells struggled to direct the torrent of his orgasm into the measuring cup. Every spasm of his muscles around the toy was so intense, every spurt was so thick that he could feel it all the way down his length, his balls and ass and cock throbbing in time with each other and fulling the measuring cup with pump after pump, right to the brim.

It was only by Nora’s careful attention and balance that it didn’t spill all over the floor. She waited patiently for every last drop.

Finally, Jasper was finished. He turned off the toy, but left it in place for now. He didn’t dare look away from Nora, because she was staring up at him with those bright blue eyes and a wicked smile on her lips.

She unfolded her mouth, curled her tongue under the spout of the measuring cup, and then tipped it back and chugged his cum.

Jasper caught himself on the edge of the counter as he wobbled. His nerves had no idea what to do. He was so exhausted, so empty, so spent, but a sight like this deserved nothing less than bone-boiling arousal. Jasper memorized every detail. He would fantasize about this for many, many orgasms to come.

As Nora tipped back the glass and drank the last of it, Jasper’s body finally started to relax. But then her tongue arced out, and she licked the viscous remnants from the inside of the glass, like a cat licking out a bowl of cream. The glimpses of her tongue through the glass and the milky white of his cum sent his frayed nerves buzzing.

“I think I’m short-circuiting,” Jasper muttered.

Nora laughed, but she didn’t stop licking until the measuring cup was clean. She wiped off her mouth and then proudly deposited the cup in the dishwasher.

Jasper sunk another few inches. “I need to go lie down.”

Nora snickered, but wrapped an arm around him and helped him over to the couch. She returned to the kitchen to get him a glass of water and then snuggled in next to him.

Jasper drank almost the whole glass immediately. “I, uh… I knew I came a lot, but I didn’t realize it was that much.”

“How else did you think my ass was getting so round?”

“One, your ass has always been amazingly round. Two, you know I don’t understand vampire metaphysics.”

“I’m kinda surprised you didn’t cum again from watching me drink it.”

“Oh, my body tried to, believe you me. Fortunately, it doesn’t seem possible. If it were, I think I’d end up in some kind of infinite while loop—when Nora is drinking cum, cum more for Nora to drink. It would only end with you too full to drink any more or me dead, and my money’s on me dying first.”

Nora snorted a laugh. “We can’t have that. You should video me next time. I want to see what it does to you once you’ve recovered.”

“I will, and don’t worry, I took a very detailed mental recording too.”

Nora nestled her cheek against his shoulder. They rested there for a long few minutes, Jasper’s body doing its best to restore his internal fluid distribution to equilibrium.

Then Nora said quietly, “Just… for the record… If you’re ever sick or sore or just not feeling it… I can still go get cow’s blood. I don’t want you to get hurt. And if—well if you ever stopped cumming so much or even not at all—I’d still want to be with you. I mean it.”

Jasper looped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her tight against his chest. She fit so perfectly there. They fit each other so perfectly in so many ways. “I believe you,” he breathed. “Thank you for saying so. I am, for the record, very happy with our arrangement. I promise I’ll tell you if I need a break.”

Nora wrapped her arms around him. “Good. Yes. I love you.”

Jasper kissed the top of her head. “I love you too. Now how about we finish these macarons and then head to bed and see how many ways we can thank Satan for making us so lucky.”


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Cutie Cumpire Goes to Work


Nora and Jasper met up again on Friday. And Saturday. Jasper had agreed to help his mom with her gardening on Sunday, but they saw each other again on Monday. And Tuesday. And then later that week, they exchanged phone numbers. The next week, they traded addresses.

And then just like that, they were dating. Boyfriend/girlfriend in-real-life dating.

Their sexting was undiminished. And Nora was being particularly brazen on a Tuesday afternoon.

Jasper: C’mon Nora, you can’t do this to me…

Nora: Why? 😈

Jasper: I can’t have an erection at work all day!

Nora: Deal with it.

Jasper: I would, but I don’t think you want this all going down the drain.

Nora: No! 😡 don’t waste my cum!

Jasper: Then stop sending me pictures of your ass!

Nora: then stop looking at them 😈

Jasper: You know I can’t…

Nora: 🍑🍑🍑

Jasper: I actually don’t think I can make it through the day 😣 I have a client meeting this afternoon…

Nora: 😭 fineeee

Jasper looped his hoodie over his arm and stood stiffly from his desk. It looked weird, but at least it wasn’t as obscene as his cock throbbing in the front of his jeans. He went the long way around the office hallway to the private bathroom on the far side and silently begged forgiveness from his nonbinary coworkers.

And then he was in the bathroom with the door locked and one hand on his cock, the other texting Nora, and he moaned with relief.

He sent her a short video of his throbbing cock.

She texted back immediately.

Nora: No fair!!!

Jasper: I think it’s only fair. You’ve been sending me pictures of your ass all day!

Nora: This is different!!!

Jasper: yeah, you did this to me and you deserve it 😈

Nora didn’t respond right away, and Jasper settled into his stroking. He still hadn’t figured out exactly where he was going to cum—toilet paper was not going to cut it—but the sink was probably his best option. For now, he leaned back against the wall and flipped back to the pictures of Nora’s ass.

Then a new message suddenly scrolled his view down again.

Nora: Is there a window in that bathroom?

Jasper glanced up. There was a small window for ventilation, but it was closed and high to the ceiling.

Jasper: Yeah but nowhere big enough for a person to climb through.

Nora: I’ll be right there.

Jasper: Yeah, I’m not gonna be able to buzz you in like this. We’re past the point of no return here.

Nora didn’t respond.

She probably got distracted or realized that she had actual work to do. Jasper sank bank into his stroking and sent a few more teasing messages and a snap of his tip dripping, but Nora still didn’t reply.

Then there was a soft thud like a knock at the door, and Jasper froze. How long had it been? The sound came again, but it was opposite from the door. Curiosity temporarily attenuated Jasper’s arousal, and he carefully edged towards the window.

Something dark and small thudded against it again. A confused bird? It approached again, and he saw the distinct silhouette of little finger-like wings. And then Jasper, math genius that he was, put two and two together.

“Shit!” He scurried over to the window, not even bothering to put his dick away, and spun the handle to crank the window open. The little bat fluttered in, and then in a blurry fountain of black sparkles like a party popper, Nora stood before him with her hands on her hips.

“You didn’t think to open the window, asshole?”

Before Jasper could reply, her nostrils flared and her eyes turned down to the pre-cum dripping from his tip, and then with supernatural quickness she was kneeling before him, her mouth around his cock.

“H-hi to you too,” Jasper huffed. But then Nora swallowed around him and his indignation turned to a moan as crackled down his limbs.

His hips thrust reflexively, the movement and the tight heat of Nora’s throat tipping him over the edge all too quickly. He gasped and poured down her throat, spurting hard with every thrust. She squeezed his balls for good measure, and absolutely emptied him.

Jasper leaned heavily against the wall, body struggling to recover from the amount of fluid he’d just lost.

Nora stood, wiped off her mouth. “That flight’s not bad. I can do that any time. Just open the window next time, okay asshole?” And then Nora winked, shifted back into a bat, and fluttered out the window.

Jasper took a deep breath, texted Nora a heart emoji, put his dick away, splashed cold water on his face, and headed back out into the office.

An office where it was now going to be much, much harder to not think about sex.


The next morning, despite his best efforts to be a functioning employee, Jasper couldn’t stop thinking about Nora and he ended up in the same bathroom again. This time, he opened the window first. But Nora didn’t seem to take the bait—she hadn’t responded after his text complaining that he wouldn’t make it to lunch.

Maybe she was busy? He hadn’t exactly planned this. In fact, not even making it to lunch time was embarrassing! He hadn’t even looked at any pictures! Just thinking about Nora at all… it was Pavlovian at this point.

He took a deep breath and slowed his stroking, tried to just enjoy the sensation. Maybe if he could just stroke for a bit and calm himself down without cumming, he could last until lunch time…

What Jasper actually did was edge himself four times while waiting for Nora to reply. So much for promising to never occupy the private bathroom for too long. He was panting and sweaty and dizzy with arousal. He could hardly see straight. He should really just cum first and ask for forgiveness later, but… Jasper groaned as he edged another time. He just… he didn’t want to disappoint Nora…

His phone buzzed, and he nearly jumped out of his skin. But he didn’t stop stroking. In fact, even the idea of his boss walking in on him didn’t bother him at that moment—that’s how far gone he was.

Nora: Fuck, sorry! sales call ran over. I forgive you tho

It was a struggle to focus enough to type the reply, but Jasper managed.

Jasper: I didn’t yet

Nora: fuck, seriously? it’s been 45 minutes!

Jasper: uh… yeah…

Nora: Do you think you can hang in two more mins?

Jasper: I’m really really close, I’ve edged like five times now, but I’ll do my best

Nora: Worst case I’ll just lick u off the floor 😉

Pre-cum burst from Jasper’s tip. He grimaced and snatched his hand back from his cock, growling until the spasms faded.

Jasper: Not helping!

Nora: Sorry! I’ll be right there! Hang in there big guy~

Jasper tried to keep his hand off of his cock, but he only managed that for thirty seconds. He stroked himself as slowly as he could, but it was still more than enough stimulation to send his head spinning. He teetered on the edge, pre-cum dribbling from his tip as his balls and prostate throbbed. Was it possible to overdose on endorphins? He felt like he might, like his body was melting, like he might lose his capacity for rational thought if he lingered there any longer.

He was losing it. His breathing was quickening, and he couldn’t slow it. His balls felt so tight, like they might burst if he waited another second.

He didn’t think she could see her phone while she was on the wing, but it was the only thing that was going to keep him from tipping over the edge.

Hurry fuck, Nora, I’m so fucking close please hurry

And then he was saying it, whispering it under his breath as he couldn’t force himself to stop stroking, couldn’t fight the pleasure that bloomed in slow-motion. “Nora, fuck, please hurry… hurry…”

And then she appeared before him, kneeling with her mouth open under his tip, and he wasn’t sure if he was hallucinating or not, but he was begging, “Hurry, fuck, Nora I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”

Jasper fractured as the dam burst and he poured into her mouth, her blue eyes turned up at him and shining, her hot breath on his cock, her tongue pressed up under his tip. Right before her mouth overflowed, she gulped him down and then closed around him, sucking down the rest of his orgasm as he pumped his shaft, her tongue swirling under his tip.

“Nora… oh fuck, Nora… I’m still… I’m still cumming…” It was like every orgasm he’d denied himself had backed up in a queue and worked its way out now, and he just kept filling her mouth and she just kept swallowing him.

Until finally, finally, Jasper shuddered to a stop.

Nora rocked back to sit on her heels, also panting. She looked up at him with those bright blue eyes.

Her expression was so intense that Jasper worried she might be about to scold him, to tell him he shouldn’t cut it so close, that he was an idiot with shit timing, especially as she shot to her feet.

But then her mouth was on his and he was kissing her back, and she was grinding on his legs, and his fingers were behind her soaked panties and curling up into her sex, and she was moaning, panting, cumming as hard as he had.

And then they held each other close as their hearts slowed.

“That was so hot,” Nora said.

“Y-yeah,” Jasper said.

Nora checked her watch. “Shit, I’m gonna be late for my next call!” She kissed him on the cheek. “Talk to you soon!”

Five minutes later, when Jasper was sneaking down the back stairway so that he could slip out and come back with a coffee to hide exactly where he’d been for nearly an hour, his phone buzzed.

Nora: Fuck, I didn’t think this could get any hotter, but I hadn’t seen these yet. We’re doing that again. Except I want to be there the whole time.

Jasper couldn’t help the dumb grin spreading across his face. He’d only ever hoped for someone who’d put up with his… quirks. That Nora seemed to actually like them… it didn’t seem possible to be so lucky.

Jasper: I dunno, I might actually die

Nora: That’s a risk I’m willing to take

Jasper: Wouldn’t you miss me?

Nora: We both know you’d come back as a ghost and give me plenty of ectoplasm 👻

Jasper snorted a laugh as he pushed out through the staircase door and into the warm afternoon. And then he realized something that made his stomach lurch up into his ribcage.

He wrote, I love you

Then he lengthened it to, I love your sense of humor

And then he dug deep, found his spine, straightened it, shortened the message back to I love you and hit send. He stuffed his phone in his pocket, resolving to not stare at it like an idiot, and headed towards the coffee shop.

It buzzed immediately, and he stopped short and yanked it out. So much for not being pathetic.

Nora: haha, ur such a nerd

Jasper held his breath.

Nora: I love u 😘

Jasper read the message again. And a third time. Not I love it, but I love you.

Jasper sent a heart emoji, took a deep breath, put his phone away, and went to order the fanciest fucking coffee on the menu to celebrate.


The end 🙂 (for now!)

Jasper and Nora were first introduced in the standalone short, Cutie Cumpire Goes to the Movies.

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Cutie Cumpire and the First Date


Jasper wasn’t sure he was going to survive the wait until his Thursday date with Nora. Seeing her in person for the first time would be intense enough, and he’d gone and cranked it up to 11 by suggesting the casual first date activity of hey I heard vampires like cum why don’t you drain my balls.

For better or worse, a project exploded at Jasper’s work and he ended up working late into the night for the first half of the week. He still chatted with Nora throughout the day, but he basically just worked and slept from Tuesday through Thursday.

He guessed correctly that work would run over on Thursday too, so he’d brought a change of clothes and would have to go straight from work to the bar. Fortunately, they were able to get all the tests passing right before Jasper had to leave. He’d be able to sleep in on Friday, at least.

And so as Jasper rode the train to the bar, his stomach doing its best imitation of a pretzel twist, he finally realized a key detail. He hadn’t cum since Monday night. He’d meant to take the edge off so that he could actually focus around Nora and just in case his volume was too much, but it was too late now.

He got off the train and messaged Nora his ETA and his current outfit—plaid sport coat, black jeans. It had been her idea to not see each others’ faces before they met in-person. She’d said something about it being romantic, but he’d respect it if the true reason was that she was having second thoughts.

He was having second thoughts himself. What if he wasn’t at all what she expected when she agreed to the date? Jasper pulled open the door to the bar, immediately spotted that distinctive bat tattoo, and then he had no thoughts at all.

She was a little shorter than he’d expected, wearing a tight black crop top that hugged her breasts and a black and white plaid skirt barely long enough to cover the plump curve of her ass, fishnet stockings and chunky black boots, her black hair up in twin buns.

But it was her face that he couldn’t stop staring at.

Her eyes were blue. Bright sky blue. They glittered as her burgundy lips arced in a smile. “Jasper, is that you?” Her voice was light and sweet, more cheerful and carefree than he would have expected from how desperately she moaned and how vehemently she decried the assholes that made life so hard for vampires.

All he could do was nod.

“C’mon! I got us seats.” She was suddenly right next to him and she smelled like roses and leather and she grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bar.

His brain wasn’t quite working. But if she’d gotten them seats at the bar then she didn’t expect to go to the bathroom yet. That was for the better, he wasn’t sure if he’d be up for it. Breathing was still a difficulty.

He was supposed to be cool, collected. No worries, no problem. But he was losing it. Totally losing it. ‘Sexy’ he had been ready for. But he was utterly unprepared for how cute she was.

Fortunately, she seemed to be an extrovert. “What do you want to drink?”

“O-old fashioned is good.” Those were his first real words to her? His drink order?!

But she didn’t seem bothered. She just nodded, flagged down the bar tender, and ordered the old fashioned plus a gin and tonic.

“So um… how was work?” she asked.

“It was shit,” Jasper said. He normally wouldn’t have been so honest, but his brain was not running on all cylinders.

She giggled, and Jasper had never liked a sound so much. He thought he might have a heart attack.

“Oh no, what happened?”

Jasper felt ridiculously selfish for her to take the lead on the conversation just to ask him about work, but she looked at him so sincerely and attentively that he couldn’t help but tell her. And as he did, he slowly loosened up and accustomed to sharing the same space as her.

The drink helped. He finished his rambling story and could finally form complete thoughts again, so he asked her about her day, including specific clarifying questions to affirm that he was actually listening.

They chatted more easily after that, about corporate bullshit and trampoline parks and reality TV, as they sipped at a second round of drinks.

Nora giggled at something, and as Jasper realized he didn’t know what it was, he blinked back to his senses. He’d zoned out staring at her lips wrapped around her straw as she finished her drink.

“S-sorry!” he said.

She giggled again. “The bathroom is that way, right?” she pointed over her shoulder to the dark hallway behind the bar.

Jasper swallowed. “Yeah.”

“It looks kind of sketchy, come with me?”

“Y-yeah, of course.”

And Jasper, idiot that he was, paused to wait outside the door. Nora giggled again, grabbed his hand, and pulled him inside. She locked the door.

“O-oh, right!” he said.

Nora hesitated. “Only if you still want to…”

“Yes! Yeah, I… yes. Yes, please.” His cock needed little convincing, and was already throbbing.

Nora was suddenly against his chest, her hand against his cock.

Jasper gasped and shuddered.

She rubbed at him, and he hardened quickly under her touch.

“You seemed busy this week,” Nora pouted. “I didn’t get any videos!”

“I haven’t cum since Monday night,” Jasper said, a bit sheepish.

Nora’s blue eyes widened. “Oh, fuck.” And then her smile widened. “Yes, please.” She undid his pants, sending Jasper trembling, and then went to kneel.

“Wait!” Jasper shrugged out of his sport coat and put it on the floor in front of him. “Floor’s gross.”

Nora blinked up at him. “Jasper… did you just put your coat on the ground for me to kneel on?”

He blinked and nodded sheepishly.

“So that I can suck your fucking cock?” she continued.

He winced, but nodded.

Nora smirked. “You’re such a fucking nerd, I love it.” And then she dropped to her knees on his coat and his cock was in her mouth.

He was so sensitive—from the nerves, the intensity of the arousal, his accidental abstinence—and he couldn’t help but moan. Her mouth was hot and wet and her tongue slid gently under his tip to start.

She leaned back for a moment, and Jasper worried that she was going to say something like his dick tasted weird. Did it? He’d taken a shower that morning. Did he taste like soap? Oh god, soap tasted so awful—

Nora licked her lips and hummed. “Oh, before I forget. I don’t really need to breathe, so don’t worry about that. I’ll tap your leg if I need a break for any reason. And feel free to face-fuck me.”

Her words were like a cinderblock on his gas pedal and Jasper’s remaining inhibitions flew aside like scattered traffic cones. As her mouth wrapped around him again, his hips thrust reflexively, plunging him into the tight squeeze of the back of her throat. She moaned approvingly, and the sensation sent quivers of pre-orgasmic heat down his length. Already?!

Jasper took her head in his hands, firmly yet gently, and thrust through her mouth. Nora moaned even more deeply, and Jasper was already dripping. And then she grabbed his ass and pulled him down to the hilt. She shifted her tongue to lick at his balls, and the movement brushed along his entire length.

“I hope you don’t mind fast food because… fuck you’re good at that… I s-swear I usually last longer, just… not when it’s been three days…”

His prostate throbbed, pre-cum flowing steadily from his tip, and both his breathing and his thrusting accelerated. “Fuck, Nora… Cutie… I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

His thrust hard as his pleasure exploded, flowing white-hot down his length and into the back of Nora’s throat, so hard his vision turned to stars.

And then Nora swallowed around him, her tongue and throat squeezing down his length, milking the cum out of him, and he groaned with every pulse. His body was all too happy to oblige her suction, and he set yet another record for cumming harder and longer and more.

When the climax finally faded, Jasper had to catch himself on the rail on the wall. His legs had turned to jelly.

Nora reluctantly pulled off his cock, sucking all the way, sending a sharp shiver down his spine.

As she sat back on her heels, she caught her breath.

“Y-you okay?” Jasper asked.

Nora beamed up at him. She licked her lips. “Satan’s tits, you taste good…”

“I can’t help but feel like I’m dreaming…” Jasper breathed.

“That makes two of us,” Nora said.


To be continued…

Jasper and Nora were first introduced in the standalone short, Cutie Cumpire Goes to the Movies.

You can find all of the Cutie Cumpire stories at Cutie Cumpire Story Index


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Cutie Cumpire Gets Sextual


To Nora, watching human men cum all over the place was a bit like watching the Great British Baking Show. It was entertaining, appetizing, and a bit torturous. She could easily imagine the humans drooling after the thousand-layer pastries and fresh ground lavender rose compote that they could never have, just like she drooled after cumshots on Reddit.

Tinder was decent for snacks here and there, but at this rate she was always going to have to supplement with cow’s blood—that is, if she didn’t crack and suck one of those dumb jocks dry. The high would be amazing. The subsequent life in prison would not be so great.

And if she were being honest, the slut-shaming from humans didn’t bother her that much. It was the slut-shaming from other vampires that got under her skin. Even though all the medical journals agreed that cum was significantly more nutritious than blood, many vampires insisted that it was ‘not a great look’ and ‘poor optics’ and only for ‘sicko fetishists who were desperate to feed on humans’.

So what if she liked something fresh and hot and direct from the source? Sucking cum didn’t hurt anyone! Quite the opposite. So Nora got what she could from Tinder and tortured herself watching videos in the meantime.

Nothing had been more torturous than justsumdude. The sheer volume was… it made her drool almost as much as he came. And made her wet in other places, too.

And he seemed… nice. As much as one could tell from a couple cumshot videos on the internet. He was expressive, and when he talked, it was just… raw. Honest. Not cringey or porny.

And he liked her pictures! Not like that was any surprise, but… it felt good. While she would be the first to insist that there were plenty of people who were both horny and well-adjusted, she had to admit that there were certainly also a lot of horny people who were not so well adjusted, and those were the ones that tended to end up in her DMs.

Nora was scrolling r/TrampsforVamps, a vampire/sex-worker mutual support group, when the notification came through.

justsumdude: Hey, I’m really sorry if this is crossing a line to DM you, but I wanted to make sure it was OK with you first before I posted this video. If you’d rather I don’t post it, that’s no problem. And if you want me to delete it, I promise I will, no backups and no questions asked.

Nora’s heart jumped up into her throat as she clicked on the link. Just what had he recorded?

The video was fifteen minutes long and Nora made it exactly five minutes and thirty seven seconds before her hand was down the front of her pants. Fucking hell this was hot. She was ready to cum when he was, but with seven minutes left in the video, he must be edging and she forced herself to do the same.

And it was worth it.

Satan’s tits it was worth it.

When he flipped to the final tab, the words Show me how much you’d cum on these cutie tits bold across the screen, she’d never been so turned on. And as his cum burst across the screen, across her, that arousal hit a new high. And as he slowed to a steady drip and she stared at the puddle he’d made of the keyboard, Nora came harder than she ever had before.

At her desk in her room, with her door wide open, and her roommate due back from the gym at any time.

Nora snatched her hands out of her panties and danced over to close and lock the door just as the front door rattled open. She returned to her desk and pulled out her phone, looking for a good angle. She snapped a few pics, grinned eagerly at the result, and then replied.

cutiecumpire69xxx: You’re so sweet! And hot. Fucking hell. Post that shit. Want to see what it did to me?

Normally, Nora would have tabbed away and done something else, but she was giddy and eager and figured it couldn’t hurt to wait for a couple of minutes. She chewed on her thumb and her eyes went blurry as she fantasized about all that cum on her tits. She’d nearly decided to start masturbating again when his reply appeared.

justsumdude: 
Sorry for the delay, was just making dinner. 
And sorry if that sounds like bragging 
and yes 
yes please

Nora snorted and smiled. What a dork, in the cutest possible way.

She sent a link to the first picture, a selfie that showed the bottom half of her open mouth, her long tongue unfurled and dripping a string of drool down to join the puddle between her breasts.

cutiecumpire69xxx: You made me drool. A lot.

And then the second picture, one from under her desk with her legs spread, her skirt pulled up, and her panties pulled to the side, strings of her slick stretching between the fabric and her swollen vulva.

cutiecumpire69xxx: In more ways that one.

If you had told Nora five years ago that she’d be casually sending pictures of her sopping pussy to strangers on the internet, she would have slapped you, then run off and cried.

But a lot could change in five years. Mostly, Nora was sick of making herself small and polite so that shitty people could feel better about themselves.

A minute passed without a reply, which usually meant that the guy was already fapping. But Nora ventured a guess that justsumdude was overthinking this and she would get another preciously awkward reply in about two more minutes.

Sure enough…

justsumdude: 
You’ll have to fill me in on how consent works with sexting 
you are incredibly attractive

Nora giggled and bit her lip.

cutiecumpire69xxx: 
ur such a nerd 
I like it 
I enthusiastically consent to you telling me how hard ur dick is 😉

justsumdude: want to see?

cutiecumpire69xxx: yes!

The link appeared a moment later, and she tapped eagerly. A string of pre-cum stretched between his tip and his outstretched finger.

cutiecumpire69xxx: fuck, i want to suck that out of you

A minute later, another link. A short video of him erupting in his hand, making an absolute mess of his chest and stomach. Nora watched it three times. She’d never ever seen anyone cum so much, and she was practically a cum shot sommelier.

justsumdude: It would certainly help with clean-up

cutiecumpire69xxx: how do u even clean up normally? lmao

justsumdude: Uh, I do a lot of laundry

Nora snickered.

cutiecumpire69xxx: that doesn’t sound very eco-friendly.

justsumdude: There’s a smooth pick-up line, ‘come suck my dick, save the whales!’

cutiecumpire69xxx: Twist my arm. 😉

He didn’t reply right away, so she added, You have a snapchat? it’s easier for pics. if u give me your un I’ll add you, mine’s the same as on reddit so I don’t usually accept requests

That got a quicker reply. Oh yeah sure, one sec

Nora grinned, guessing that he was making an account. Especially when two minutes later, he replied, Mine’s same as Reddit too

Sure enough, his account was brand new.

cutiecumpire69xxx: so what’s next for you tonight after cleaning up that massive cumshot?

While the typing bubble bounced, Nora chewed on her thumb. Most guys kept things sexual at this point, like ‘dreaming of u, bb’, as if she might forget they had a dick if they didn’t remind her every two seconds. Or they’d ghost, and message again as soon as they were horny again.

justsumdude: To be perfectly honest? binge watching great british bake off. and then utterly failing to make macarons.

A different kind of heat than arousal curled in Nora’s stomach, rising to her cheeks and spreading her lips in the kind of dumb smile she’d have a hard time wiping off her face.

cutiecumpire69xxx: You bake?

justsumdude: Well, I try to. hbu?

Nora checked her watch.

cutiecumpire69xxx: I have a yoga class in like 30 mins and actually I should head out in a sec. but it’s been really nice to chat! msg me anytime 🙂

justsumdude: okay, yeah. same 🙂

She chewed on her thumb again, then decided—she could trust her gut.

cutiecumpire69xxx: My name is Nora, by the way. But I like it when u call me cutie 😉

justsumdude: I’m Jasper

cutiecumpire69xxx: ttys, Jasper 😉


Jasper sent pictures of his macaron attempts. Two hours later, Nora replied with affirmations that they looked macarony to her. He asked how yoga was, and she sent a picture of her sweating through her yoga leggings. Jasper affirmed that it looked like she’d gotten a good workout, and then realized that he’d missed the hint as she followed up with a picture of her bare breasts. He sent back a short video of his cock throbbing to full attention, and she sent an audio clip of her desperate moaning.

Jasper filmed himself exploding on the dark tile of his shower again, and Nora replied with a picture of her soaked panties.

And then somehow fifteen minutes later they were discussing the finer points of inventory management in Borderlands 3.

Jasper had never found it so easy to talk to someone. And it seemed to be at least somewhat reciprocal, because they talked nearly non-stop for the next week. He told her about his math degree and his current job as a data scientist, she shared that she was in sales but looking for a new job. They talked about pets and first kisses and bucket list items and where they wanted to go on vacation. Nora vented about the frustrations of being a modern vampire, and Jasper finally got to say, “I’m sorry people are so shit”.

And then came a message that Jasper had not at all expected.

Nora: Hey… I know this is kind of fast, but… I’d REALLY love to meet you in person. Would you want to at all?

His heart thudded in his throat.

Jasper: yeah, I’d really like that too! I’m in the Townsville area, hbu?

Nora: ur shitting me

Jasper panicked. But why? Why was he panicking? What had he said wrong? Why couldn’t he form a normal human response?

Nora: I just moved to Townsville!!!

Jasper: Wait, srsly?!

Nora: Yes!

Jasper forced himself to breathe. He knew what he needed to do. He’d asked girls out before. He could do this.

Jasper: How about dinner thurs?

That gave him almost a week to get ready.

Nora: Dinner already? 😉 Forward of you! I like it!

Jasper stared at his phone like a deer in the headlights. Idiot, idiot! He’d meant, like, hamburgers. Dinner with Nora would be… the memory of the message flashed behind his eyes, fuck, i want to suck you dry…

Jasper gulped. It was probably better to roll with this than to admit to being an insensitive idiot. And now he had to think quickly. First dates with random strangers from the internet were supposed to be in well-lit public locations. So he just needed a well-lit public location where she could suck the cum out of him.

He started typing do you drink— and then thought better of it and flipped open a new tab to search, ‘do vampires drink alcohol’. The consensus was ‘yes, very’. Jasper almost clicked down a rabbit hole about second-hand inebriation from drinking the blood of drunk people, but he forced himself to focus.

Jasper: There’s a bar downtown with a good bathroom for hooking up. We can do something else or cancel whenever if you want, no worries, no questions asked

Nora: send me the address, I’m excited!

He did, and they confirmed the time.

Nora: great, it’s a date!


To be continued…

Jasper and Nora were first introduced in the standalone short, Cutie Cumpire Goes to the Movies.

You can find all of the Cutie Cumpire stories at Cutie Cumpire Story Index


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