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

Shorts

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.”

Enjoying these stories? The best way to show it is to share with your friends and buy me a bubble tea! ❤️

Still hungry? You can read more Bite-Sized Stories here, or head over to The Cookie Jar to see everything, including full-length novels.

You can also follow me on Patreon, Twitter, or subscribe to the blog here:

Part 6: Denoument, The Alchemist's Illusions

Chapter 52: Science

The room looked somewhere between a dungeon and a laboratory, and that was exactly the point. All the walls were stone. One wall was lined with iron hoops set into the rocks and a variety of frames and bars and clips and harnesses meant for bondage. The other was lined with shelves of beakers and cauldrons, jars of reagents, a workbench and a small stove.

It was more of a toy set than an actual laboratory, Linza realized as she inventoried what was available. But that was all well and good—she didn’t plan to do much actual alchemy that day.

Tanyth took the lead on getting Grun set up, fitting the half-orc in a harness and then buckling leather cuffs to his wrists and ankles. There were eight ropes clipped to iron hoops, four on either side of the wall, and each leading back to a pulley and a locking mechanism.

Tanyth loosened four of the ropes, two on each side, and clipped them to Grun’s wrists and ankles, letting him get a feel for it.

Linza helped to tighten the ropes according to Tanyth’s instructions. The ropes passed through several pulleys, meaning that she’d have a significant amount of leverage, even over someone as strong as Grun. But to start, they left a good bit of slack in the ropes.

Grun could still stand comfortably, but he wouldn’t be able to cross his arms across his body. And, most importantly, he wouldn’t be able to touch his shaft, which was already half-erect and throbbing.

Tanyth stepped back and nodded, admiring their handiwork.

Both they and Linza were wearing lab coats of bleached cotton to complete the look.

“Thank you very much, my lovely assistant,” Linza said to Tanyth. “This is quite the specimen.” Linza stepped up and ran her fingertips from Grun’s cheek, down over his chest, to just above his shaft. He shivered. “He shall do quite nicely. However did you find him?”

Tanyth giggled. “I made lewd noises, and he came running. He’s very sexually motivated.”

Grun huffed and pouted. “Hey, just because it’s true...”

“Do you have the list?” Linza asked Tanyth.

Tanyth bounded over to the workbench and returned with a piece of parchment clipped at two corners to a wooden board. “I do!”

“What’s first?”

“Initial preparations. Non-genital stimulation.”

“Ah, yes, thank you.” Linza stepped up to Grun, keeping her air of disinterested scientist but loving the wary look on his face.

“W-what do you want from me?” Grun asked, though he already knew.

“Just some samples.” She brought her fingertips to his chest and swirled them there. She lingered on his nipples, running circles and making him gasp, and then swept her hands down over his hips.

His erection bobbed to full hardness.

Tanyth joined in and together the two of them touched every inch of Grun’s body that wasn’t his actual cock, balls, or rim. Linza trailed kisses up his arms. Tanyth ran their tongue around the edges of his hips, over the shallows of his pelvis.

Grun was shaking and gasping in no time, and they continued for several minutes.

Tanyth checked the clock and withdrew, going to pick up their list again. “Alright, it’s time to begin. Experiment number one: tip stimulation only.”

“T-that wasn’t the beginning yet?” Grun moaned.

Linza gently took the tip of his shaft in her fingers and circled her thumb right under his head.

Grun managed a brief attempt at composure before he moaned and gave in, his shaft throbbing under her fingertips.

“Note the time and bring the sample tube, please.”

Tanyth jotted down the time on the first entry on the paper and fetched one of the sample tubes. They were finger-length and clear glass, open at the top and closed at the bottom, arranged in a rack. Linza had already labeled them with numbers, and Tanyth fetched the first one.

Grun quivered at the teasing sensation, but so far, he behaved. Linza was curious to see how long he lasted. It clearly felt good, but it would leave him begging for more.

After about five minutes of tip-only stimulation, he shuddered against the ropes and rewarded Linza with a bead of pre-cum at his tip. She gently took it with the edge of the sample tube and he shivered at the cold touch.

“Excellent,” she said. “How are we on time?”

“It’s time to proceed to the next one.”

“Which is?”

“Half shaft stimulation.”

“Excellent.”

Tanyth jotted down the time again and traded Linza for a fresh sample tube.

This time, she wrapped her fingers around him and stroked the fore half of his shaft, his foreskin sliding easily under her touch and providing significantly more sensation.

Grun shuddered against the ropes again, leaning forward and trying to bring his bound hands towards his cock.

Linza kept the sample tube to his tip and milked out several more drops before Tanyth called out that it was time for the next phase.

“Testicles only!” Tanyth cheerily called.

“You’ll hold the sample tube for this one?”

“Yes, of course.”

Linza pulled up a stool and sat before Grun. He was tall enough that she didn’t really have to kneel.

Tanyth readied themselves at his tip, careful to not provide any stimulation there.

Linza looked up at Grun and licked her lips.

He twitched in anticipation.

Then she cupped his balls in her hands and licked them, covering as much of him with each stroke of her tongue as she could.

Both male and female anatomy developed analogously, female being the ‘default’ and male genitalia developing in response to testosterone during fetal development. The head of the penis was analogous to the clitoris, though the clitoris had even more nerves than the head and shaft of a penis combined. Most interesting to this current activity was that the scrotum, which housed the testicles, was analogous to the outer labia.

So Linza understood, with deep empathy, how just this sensation could send Grun moaning and gasping even more than teasing his tip and shaft. When Linza was receiving oral sex, that’s how she liked it to start. First, with the labia and then proceeding to include the clitoris, but never neglecting the labia.

And she enjoyed the paradox of their scientific demeanor and how she was now practically worshipping his balls, licking and sucking and moaning.

Grun again attempted to reach for his neglected shaft, straining against the ropes that held his arms apart. To no avail. He might have tried to twist more, but then Linza would have simply stopped touching him at all.

Tanyth called time, and Linza reluctantly withdrew.

She checked the sample tube as Tanyth held it to her, and she was excited to see that there was nearly a milliliter of clear fluid. “My, what an excellent sample!”

Grun groaned. “I-if you want my cum, I can cum…”

“Oh, no, of course not! That won’t be necessary. It is actually the pre-cum that is of greatest interest to us today. Exotic pre is in quite the high demand, don’t you know. We’re looking for the most efficient harvest methods.”

He grumbled, “If you want pre you should play with my ass…”

“Ass play starts with item ten,” Linza sunnily reported.

“Ten?!” Grun suddenly looked truly desperate.

“I believe we were just about to start number four. Our specimen is getting unruly though. I think we’d better tighten the restraints. For scientific integrity.”

Tanyth nodded. “For scientific integrity. Fifteen rotations should be about right.”

Linza and Tanyth went to each side of the wall.

“T-that won’t be necessary, I can be ruly,” Grun said.

Linza and Tanyth paid him no mind, and each spun their crank fifteen times, which pulled about six inches of slack out of each of the ropes at Grun’s arms. He could still move his arms, but they could no longer rest by his side.

Tanyth checked the list. “Four is half shaft stimulation, base half.”

That one really got Grun wriggling, and Linza was glad they’d tightened the ropes. Mostly, he couldn’t help but thrust into her hand, primal instincts activated by the pressure at his base.

“Greedy, aren’t we?” Linza teased.

“F-fuck, I really can’t help it when—”

She squeezed his base, and his hips bucked again.

“—when you do that…”

“This might interrupt collection. Assistant, could you please help me limit our specimen’s pelvic motion?”

“Certainly.”

“W-wait, what?”

Tanyth went around behind Grun. He was wearing a harness across his chest that had loops at his upper arms and upper thighs also, and a belt-like band around his waist. Tanyth clipped a ring at the back of the harness to an appropriately placed iron ring in the wall.

Grun pulled against it. The harness dug into his skin, but the iron didn’t budge, and he could no longer thrust his hips forward.

Even though Linza knew exactly what was next, she said, “Alright, assistant. Five, please?”

“Five is the application of a cock ring, and then we repeat one through four with the cock ring on as six through nine.” Tanyth fetched a strip of kid leather and handed it to Linza.

She nodded and returned to Grun.

“I-I don’t know if I can take much more of this,” Grun said.

“Well, we’ll find out, won’t we?” Linza grinned. “That’s science!”

Grun gulped. “Yay… science…”

Any further protests evaporated when she swept the strip of leather behind his balls and around his base. The leather towards his skin was soft, but there was a firmer strip of leather on the outside with a small buckle. She situated the leather and then gently tightened it until she could no longer slip a finger behind it.

This presented his balls forward, and his cock throbbed even harder.

“F-fuck that’s tight…”

Linza put her hand on Grun’s thighs and found his eyes. “Is it alright?”

He nodded. “I l-like it tight.”

Linza grinned. “You certainly do when I ride you.”

Grun’s hips bucked, but the clip held him in place.

Linza grinned and turned to Tanyth. “Note a slight modification for item five — instead of just letting him sit there with this on, I’m going to say lewd things.”

Tanyth nodded dutifully as Linza picked up the corresponding sample tube.

“C-c’mon,” Grun said, “You can’t do this to me…”

“I can do whatever I want to you.”

He twitched again, his eyes softening.

“Just imagine how much pre you’ll drip if I keep you like this for hours.”

He bucked against the harness, releasing a drip that Linza collected with the cold, smooth edge of the sample tube.

“If I just never let you come… why, I expect you’d practically become a faucet!”

“We’d be rich!” Tanyth chimed in.

“N-no please, can’t you use my cum too? I’ll still have plenty of pre after…”

“Hm, assistant, I think the specimen may be trying to compromise our scientific integrity.”

Tanyth nodded, their blue ponytail bouncing. “I quite agree. I think I know of a way to remedy this situation.”

They returned with a ball gag. Linza had to help steady them as they stood on a stool to buckle it around the back of Grun’s head. The gag showed off his pointed canines, and Linza thought the effect was quite cute. Especially when he immediately started drooling.

“That’s much better,” she said.

Grun grumbled under the gag.

“Alright,” Tanyth said, checking the list. “Back to head stimulation only!”

Between the heightened sensation from the cock ring and the fact that they’d been at this for almost a half an hour, Grun was a trembling, moaning mess. He whimpered as she stroked his tip, then groaned with relief as she stroked the fore half of his shaft. Those yielded half a milliliter and a full milliliter of sample, respectively.

When Linza descended upon his balls, so tautly presented for her oral pleasure, she thought he might actually pull his way out of the cuffs. He moaned and drooled and shook. So desperate.

And yet, Linza and Tanyth carried on diligently collecting their samples, grinning to each other.

Her hand at Grun’s base had him bucking uncontrollably. Only through Tanyth’s deft maneuvering of the sample tube did they manage to collect everything.

“And now we’re to ten!” Tanyth said.

Linza grinned up at Grun, whose eyes were glassy. “Do you remember what ten is?”

He blinked at her.

“Ten is when we start ass play.”

His hips bucked, and he shook against the ropes.

Tanyth went to the other side of the room and wheeled over an armature, similar to the one that had propped Linza up for spit roasting, but much larger. Tanyth expertly manipulated it into the shape that they would need for their next set of experiments.

Linza had asked Grun ahead of time whether he preferred the carrot or the rod, and he significantly preferred the carrot.

So, she came up to him and started stroking his full shaft as Tanyth unclipped his wrists and ankles. Grun’s arms fell limply at his sides.

Now that she had his pleasure in her hands, she controlled all his attentions. “Come this way. You wouldn’t want this to stop, would you?”

He shook his head, and she led him over to the armature and guided him to kneel against it. The end result was as if he’d leaned himself over a table. His ass was up in the air, his legs parted, and the armature gave him a place to rest his knees so he wouldn’t have to hold up his weight.

Tanyth clipped Grun’s wrists and ankles, and harness into place on iron hoops set into the armature. Grun’s cock hung down into the open part of the armature, easily accessible.

Grun had hardly noticed. His drool ran onto the floor now, and his face was soft with bliss as Linza stroked him.

Then she stopped. His eyes flickered open, and he seemed to realize where he was. He pulled against his bindings, but the armature remained solid.

Linza fetched a stoppered vial and opened it, pouring half of the contents out over Grun’s raised ass. He shivered at the cold and moaned with anticipation.

Tanyth fetched a sample tube and positioned it under Grun’s twitching cock. “Number ten! Manual stimulation of the anus.”

Linza placed her fingertips thusly, and Grun dissolved under her touch. He moaned and shook. Tanyth nodded eagerly up at Linza, indicating that the sample was coming along nicely. Linza had previously noticed that Grun became a veritable dispenser of pre-cum when his ass came into play, and her scientific excitement wasn’t all for show. It really was fun to see just what pushed his buttons, so to speak. Of course, amount of pre-cum wasn’t really a direct correlate to amount of pleasure—an electric shock to the appropriate gland would be an unpleasant but effective way to trigger its release—but Grun gave plenty of indications of his happiness.

Had they not been timing the ‘steps’ of the ‘experiment’, Linza would have quickly proceeded past this stage, eager to get Grun really going. But, the precise timing was part of the fun. Stretching out each stage. The pleasurable dread of knowing that any ‘end’ was quite far away.

Tanyth called the time, and Linza withdrew.

Though, Tanyth hesitated from their place at Grun’s shaft. “What… should I do if he hasn’t stopped dripping?”

Linza crouched down to watch. There were already two milliliters in the tube and, sure enough, another droplet formed at his tip. She grinned. “I’ll help you swap it out as we go to the next one. You stay here for a sec.”

She came around to Grun’s face, unbuckled the gag, and set it aside. She rubbed his cheeks with her fingertips as his head lolled against one of the padded panels of the armature.

He wouldn’t be protesting any more, and it was important that he could tell them if anything was uncomfortable. Especially because the next thing she fetched from her bag was a glass dildo. She coated this also with lube. Then she swapped tubes with Tanyth, set the used one back in the rack, and stepped around to Grun’s ass again.

Linza winked at Tanyth and so they didn’t call this next one out. Grun hadn’t seen her latest preparations—he was too hazy.

So when the cool glass touched his rim, he gasped.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “Fuck yes, yes please…”

Linza pressed the tip gently inside.

Grun arched his back towards her, groaning and grasping at the padding under his fingers.

Linza pressed in a little more. And then a little more. And then much to his chagrin and her satisfaction, she held it there as he shook and whined and quivered for the remaining minutes of that experiment phase.

Tanyth quickly swapped sample tubes again, and Linza saw as they swept past that this tube was the fullest yet.

Experiment twelve was slow, deliberate thrusts centered on his prostate. Thirteen combined those thrusts with Tanyth stroking the tip of Grun’s shaft. Both produced ample samples.

“Aren’t you a pretty little milk maid?” Linza said, leaning down towards Tanyth.

Tanyth beamed.

Grun moaned and panted.

“Oh, do you like that?” Linza teased. “Us milking you?”

Grun shuddered.

Tanyth nodded. “Well, it’s working quite nicely.”

By the time experiment thirteen was done, Grun sounded like he was already edging.

The pause between would be torture, and Linza took her time fetching a new tube for Tanyth.

Experiment fourteen was harder thrusting, a proper fucking, but without shaft stimulation. That offered the most pre of all, nearly five milliliters. Tanyth reported that it was no longer dripping, but coming in spurts.

Linza insisted that more data was required, and she traded with Tanyth so that she could see for herself. Grun was dripping constantly. Every few strokes, he would groan and quiver and clench around the dildo, and a spurt of pre splash into the sample tube.

Linza’s scientific integrity was wavering. Fortunately, this was nearly the end of what she had planned. “Wow, you are really dripping.”

“Yes! I know… I can f-feel it… nnngh…” He moaned and spurted again. “…coming out…”

“These are even better results than we had hoped for,” Linza said, staying in character even as her own sex throbbed. “We may have found a winner, dear assistant. This far exceeds our theoretical predictions and has proven to be a very effective milking method.”

“N-no, please!” Grun whimpered. “I need to come… please… Fuck! nnngh…”

“I have studied your species and confirmed that this collection method is quite safe, even for long periods of time, so you need not worry,” Linza said.

“No… no it’s not, I…” He tried to pull against the restraints, but Tanyth was still fucking him with the dildo and Grun couldn’t manage more than a weak effort.

Making sure that Grun couldn’t see, Linza returned to the lab bench one more time and swapped out the sample tube for a wide-mouthed beaker.

She kneeled under Grun and held the beaker under his dripping cock. Tanyth fucked him vigorously.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Grun moaned. “That f-feels so fucking good…”

As Grun continued dripping, Linza ran her palm over his tip and caught the slick fluid on her hand, using it to lubricate his shaft. She could have gotten the actual lubricant, of course, but Grun was already producing plenty and she thought he’d like her doing it like this. She certainly liked it.

And he sounded like he was loving it. He gasped and panted as if already on the edge.

Every time he dripped his shaft became slicker, and the slicker it got the better it felt, and the better it felt the more he dripped.

“F-fuck that’s so good…” He gripped the padding under his fingers and arched his back, breath heaving. “I c-can’t… I need to… please… I’m so close… I’ve b-been so close…”

Linza glanced at the clock and grinned as she realized she and Tanyth had been teasing Grun for nearly an hour.

Linza propped the beaker into the armature in an appropriate spot and slicked her other palm on his pre, then brought one hand up to fondle his balls, which were still plumped forward by the cock ring.

“Oh! Oh fuck… fuck… oh gods if you do that I… that’s gonna make me… fuck, fuck, please don’t stop, please don’t stop, fuck, fuck me, fuck me!”

Tanyth seemed just as affected by Grun’s display as Linza was, and their cheeks and ears were rosy with arousal as they fucked Grun as hard as they could.

Grun’s breathing quickened. “Oh gods I can feel it, I’m so close, I… Fuck, fuck fuckfuckfuck!”

Grun’s balls tightened under Linza’s hand, and she quickly reached for the beaker as she continued stroking him with the other hand.

The first spurt was so powerful, it nearly splashed out of the beaker. For science, as well as her own edification, Linza counted. Ten more waves, his shaft pulsing under her fingers with each, each as thick as the last, until he finally slowed to a drip.

It was at least twenty milliliters.

Linza felt like a pretty little milk maid indeed.

Tanyth gently withdrew the dildo, and Grun moaned and shivered. Linza handed the beaker to Tanyth, and they admired the volume as she unbuckled the cuffs from Grun’s ankles and wrists.

Grun moaned lowly and seemed disinclined to move.

Tanyth sidled over to Linza. “Something has just occurred to me, great alchemist.”

“Oh yes, lovely assistant?”

“We need exotic cum, right?”

“That’s correct.”

“I can’t believe I neglected to mention this earlier, but I have exotic cum, you see.” Tanyth batted their eyelashes at her as their erection tented the front of their lab coat.

Linza chuckled. “Oh, well then I’d better collect a sample, hm? Comparative analysis is important.”

Tanyth nodded enthusiastically and unbuttoned their lab coat.

Linza reached back and grabbed one of the unused sample tubes. She started with her mouth, running her tongue under their tip, then stroking with her free hand.

Tanyth gasped, sighing with relief.

As with Grun, their relief soon turned to urgency.

She kept at them with her mouth until they whimpered, and then she dropped her attentions to their balls.

They stroked themselves, still slick with her saliva.

She pressed her tongue at the base of their balls, just at the edge of their perineum.

“Fuck! Linza, Linza—”

Linza leaned back and aligned the tube, and Tanyth did their best to stay still, stroking gently as they supplied their sample.

As Tanyth heaved a sigh of relief, Linza leaned in and licked their tip, causing them to yelp.

Linza chuckled and withdrew, placing the tube on the rack next to the others. She was amused to see that, just like she had suspected, some of Grun’s tubes of pre-cum had more volume than Tanyth’s whole ejaculate.

Grun had stirred during her time with Tanyth and now unbuckled the harness as he regarded the rack of test tubes. “Wow, is that… really all from me?”

She picked up the beaker and swirled it. “Sure is.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean, I always appreciated how much you manage to swallow but… now I really appreciate it.”

“Knowledge is power,” she said as she jotted down the exact volumes from each of the labeled tubes onto the sheet where Tanyth had been noting the times.

“Wait, you’re actually writing it down?” Grun said.

“Of course I am. I’ll need something to compare back to, next time.”

“Ne… next time?”

“Only if you want to, of course.”

Grun chuckled. “Ask me tomorrow and you’ll get a resounding ‘yes’. For the moment, I think I can actually say… I don’t feel remotely interested in anything sexual. And that is a miracle.”

Linza grinned, thoroughly pleased with herself. “A miracle of science.”

Part 6: Denoument, The Alchemist's Illusions

Chapter 48: Enveloped

The following weekend, Tanyth was busy training new staff. This offered Linza the chance to realize that as much as she was loving spending time as the three of them, she had missed her quiet moments with just Grun.

She’d invited him on another tour, but it hadn’t lasted long before they’d ended up back at Linza’s apartment, fucking in her bed.

She wrapped her legs around him, pulling herself down over him.

His eyes fluttered.

She gasped. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“I know,” he said with a smug grin.

She squeezed him.

It was his turn to gasp, his composure faltering.

She stole his smug grin until he twitched his hips up into her.

She rocked against him, her arms over his shoulders, their chests pressed together.

He wrapped his arms around her and she was enveloped in him, in his warmth and his heartbeat, so much of her skin touching his skin.

She wished she could do the same for him, but there just wasn’t enough of her.

Unless… She leaned back for a moment and started a cant. The crystal at her neck hummed.

Grun quirked an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. He bucked his hips, trying mischievously to break her concentration.

Fortunately, he caught her between words and so she didn’t ruin the incantation.

As she finished, warm ghostly arms wrapped around him from behind. They caught his chin, gently tilted his head back.

He sighed, leaning back into the embrace. “Ohh… this is nice…”

“It’s how I feel.”

“Really?”

Linza nodded and pressed herself into him again. As she did, the phantom warmth wrapped around him, pressing around both of them.

Grun shivered and his shaft throbbed inside of her. Soft hands brushed his hair back from his cheeks and ran fingertips down his spine.

“I remember,” she said, cheek pressed against his chest, ghostly fingertips trailing down to the base of his spine, “before, you liked… I thought we might…” The hands grabbed his ass.

He gasped. “Y-yes, please…”

Linza imagined doing to him what he was doing to her. The illusion instantly responded.

“Linza… oh fuck, fuck that feels so good… you feel so good!” His arms wrapped around her, holding her head against his chest.

Her phantom warmth did the same to him, running fingers through his hair.

“We’re not even very far yet,” Linza crooned.

“There’s m-more?”

“Oh yes. There’s so much more.”

Her ghostly shaft pressed in a little further. He’d only taken the head so far.

She rocked her hips against him, making sure that there was plenty of sensation to help him along. Slowly, she pressed in further.

His eyes rolled back, his face became a portrait of bliss. He trembled and gasped. “Y-you’re so big!”

She wrapped her arms around his waist as the phantom arms cradled him.

“Shhhh…” she stroked his hair. “Relax. Let me in.”

Those words triggered a chain reaction in his brain and all the tension, all the fight drained out of him and she pressed fully inside.

Her imagined shaft was dramatically thicker in the middle and thinner at the base, leaving him with a more comfortable stretch at the rim and yet a feeling of incredible fullness, much as he did for her.

He panted, squeezing her tight, his face scrunched with the overwhelm of the sensation.

She rocked her hips against him, giving over her focus to her own pleasure. This heightened his as she squeezed down around him and her phantom shaft moved in time with her.

Slowly, at first. Only barely.

“Oh fuck, Linza…”

Then a bit faster, still teasing.

“H-holy shit…”

And then finally at her preferred pace, such that she fucked him both ways at once.

“Fuck! Lin, I—”

She stopped all her movements, grinning smugly.

He gasped and shook, but she’d stopped him right before the edge.

“I-I’m so close…”

“And that’s how you’re going to stay.”

A phantom hand cupped his chin, and he moaned.

His shaft throbbed inside of her and hers in him.

After a long, quiet moment, she started again. Slowly. Then faster. Right up to his edge— and then stillness. He gasped.

“Didn’t want your fun to be over too quickly,” she said.

“So you’re tormenting me?”

“Exactly. You like it when I torment you.”

He tried to put on a withering glare.

She wiped it off of him with a dramatic throb of her shaft.

She started again. This time, she stayed slower, and dropped one of her hands to her vulva. Combined with the fullness, it felt so good.

“I think I wanna come first,” she said.

Grun nodded dutifully. “Can I help?”

“In a hurry?”

“… N-no.” He had definitely wanted to say ‘yes’. But he was being good.

“You can help by sitting there and looking desperate, mkay?”

Her words had almost as dramatic an effect as her shaft, and his face softened again. “T-that’ll be easy…”

“Good.” She set the shaft to throbbing rhythmically, knowing that he was dripping pre-cum now. It was a pity she couldn’t see or taste it, but she couldn’t quite have her cake and eat it too.

Her imagination could give her the next best thing, though. Her mind danced with memories of him dripping as she rode him, her fingers working her clit and building quickly towards her climax.

And she wanted it. She wanted it so badly, just like this.

He sensed her breath deepening, her grip tightening. “Lin, are you—”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Every beat of pleasure for her was a wave of contractions around him. She captured his face in her memory, the shared bliss and yet growing urgency.

As the waves faded to aftershocks, Linza could think of no better way to enjoy her post-orgasmic sensitivity than to fuck him.

So, she did.

She started slowly again, teasing.

He sensed the finality and trembled with anticipation. “Lin you’re… ngh… you’re gonna make me cum so fucking hard…”

“Not for a bit.”

“Please! I can’t take it…”

She thrust in harder, and he moaned.

“I dunno, seems like you’re taking it juuuuust fine…”

“Please give it to me, please give me more…”

She thrust hard again, directing most of the pressure at his own spot of especial pleasure. “Like that?”

“Yes! Fuck, yes, exactly like that.”

She obliged, escalating the pace until she was once again fucking him in earnest. Between her sensitivity and her view, Linza felt like she had never come down from her climax.

He was in her, and she was in him. They moved against each other, skin against skin, not just where they touched but also where the phantom warmth ran over him, around his arms and down his back, through his hair and along his neck. They breathed the same close air, their hearts beat right next to each other, such a thin layer of flesh in between. They gasped and moaned and sighed into each other, content and yet wanting, wanting so very badly what was coming next. She tangled her fingers in his hair. He gripped her ass, pulling her over him. She fucked him, hard.

His grip tightened. His posture tensed. She kept up the pounding pressure on his spot, grinding over him, squeezing as hard as she could.

“Linz… Linz… oh fuck… oh gods… fuck… fuck… fuck!”

He pulled her down over him, holding her against his base as he burst. His face twisted with pleasure and then softened with release as he shook in time with the pulses of his climax, each filling her with more of his heat.

She held onto him as if he were her shore, she wrapped him in her phantom embrace as if he were her dearest treasure, and she was hard pressed to tell whether she herself had cum again or if the sympathetic pleasure was just that intense.

The illusion magic pulled away from her but she held it a bit longer, wrapping Grun in her warmth as he joined her in the afterglow, stroking his hair and giving him the sensation of his cheek against a chest.

And then the illusion faded, and it was just her in his arms.

He sighed and squeezed her tight. “Oh you clever little woman…”

She snuggled into him. Everything was so soft, so warm, so cozy.

She could get very used to this.

Part 6: Denoument, The Alchemist's Illusions

Chapter 47: A Stretch

It had been a week, and so far the whole thing hadn’t come crashing down yet. They got dinner together before work. They found each other instead of the break room.

And Tanyth had invited Linza and Grun over to their apartment to spend the weekend. The apartment was a bit larger than Linza’s, though still much smaller than Wyn’s residence.

Tanyth’s decorating style was bohemian and trendy, full of colorful and earthy waves, intermingled with brass fittings.

Their bedroom was simple, just a mattress on the floor, piled with quilts and tufted pillows and scraps of fur. Grun lay there, arms behind his head, grinning, erection standing at attention. Linza reclined next to him, reflecting his calm anticipation.

Tanyth was already a panting mess. They were stroking themselves and had been warming up with not one, not two, but three dildos in successively wider girths.

“You said you’ve been practicing all week?” Linza crooned.

“Yes!” Tanyth gasped.

“Do you get this hot and bothered each time?”

“Y-yes, of c-course I do!”

There was something about Tanyth that when they played with their ass they got in a more feminine mood.

That was hardly the rule—there were plenty of people who remained clearly dominant even when they were technically on the receiving end. Just, Tanyth wasn’t one of them.

They gasped and moaned as they worked the largest of the dildos in and out again. It was almost as thick as Grun. Almost.

“O-okay… okay, are you ready?” Tanyth said.

“Ready when you are,” Grun said.

“F-fuck, I’m ready,” Tanyth said.

Grun slicked his shaft with lubricant, moaning indulgently.

Tanyth finally pulled the dildo out with a sigh and a pop and they set it aside and came over to Grun.

Grun stroked himself.

They watched, eyes following his hand. “I am so fucking ready,” they breathed.

“Then hop on board,” Grun said.

They aligned themselves over Grun, and then carefully lowered.

Significant consideration had gone into this aspect, and Tanyth had decided that this would be the best way for them to set the pace, especially since it was how they often played with their dildos.

Tanyth’s rim met Grun’s tip, and their eyes fluttered. They stroked themselves with one hand and spread themselves with the other.

They moaned, and then Grun’s tip was inside. “F-fuck!” Tanyth gasped. “Fuck that’s good…”

Linza pressed her legs together, enjoying her mounting arousal. She liked to let it build until she couldn’t take it anymore. But she still had a ways to go. As did Tanyth.

Tanyth lowered themselves a little farther. They groaned deeply. Lifted themselves, then settled a bit more. Grun’s shaft had a slight curve to it and was thickest in the middle, and that was where the girth would be larger than Tanyth’s toy.

“Fuck, Linza! How do you take this whole thing?”

Linza grinned smugly. “I just want it that bad, I guess.”

“I want it!” Tanyth said. Their legs shook, already tiring. “Nnngh maybe I shouldn’t have taken so long getting warmed up…”

“Just sit back and relax,” Grun teased.

“I c-can’t! You’re so big!”

Grun smirked. “Remember, you’re going to have to use your safe word if it’s actually too much, because I think I’d quite like to see you slide right down and pop.”

Tanyth gasped, succumbing to the arousal. They slowed their stroking then lifted and resettled themselves again. “My legs are tired but… but you’re so big I c-can’t…” Tanyth slid further than they had before, not coming up again. They tried to push themselves up, but their legs just trembled. “I c-can’t…”

Now, Linza’s own arousal could not remain untended. She eagerly brought her fingers to her sex and her other hand to a breast.

Tanyth panted. They stroked themselves slowly. “I d-don’t know if I can t-take you without coming…”

“Only one way to find out, hm?” Grun’s cheeks were flushed red, his voice husky. He was doing his best to maintain a cool demeanor, and it was imperative that he not give into the temptation to buck his hips. But the slow, slow progress of the heat enveloping him must have been torture.

“You feel so good,” Tanyth groaned, slipping down further. They stroked faster, unable to contain themselves any longer, even if it meant sabotaging their goal. As that built their arousal, they relaxed even further, and slid down faster.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Tanyth moaned and quivered as they finally stretched to accomodate Grun’s full girth, and their ass landed on Grun’s balls. They pressed both their hands flat against Grun’s stomach. Tanyth shivered, clear pre-cum leaking from their tip. They held their breath, then took long, slow breaths as their shaft twitched and dripped pre-cum. “Fuck, that was close…”

Grun also breathed deeply, calming himself.

Linza shivered, remembering the sensation of Grun inside of her, reaching her fingers inside of herself to curl around to her spot.

Tanyth’s breathing didn’t taper off. It stayed deep, slow, deliberate. They kept both hands flat on Grun’s stomach. “F-fuck I’m still so close… it’s not… I’m not… you’re so big!”

“H-how does it feel?” Grun said.

“It feels so good! Fuck it feels so good!” Tanyth quivered, their tip dripping again. “I don’t know what to… I don’t want to stop but… I’m gonna come if…”

Grun swallowed. “I’m not gonna be able to sit still for much longer, especially with you squeezing me like that.”

“That’s okay… I think you can… you can definitely…”

“Once I start I cannot stop,” Grun growled.

“Fuck me!” Tanyth gasped. “Fuck me, please!”

Grun’s hips bucked, and Tanyth screamed with delight. The lubricant allowed Grun to slide in and out easily, even despite Tanyth’s desperate clenching. Grun put his hands to their waist and held them steady, bucking up into them.

Tanyth’s eyes nearly rolled back into their head. “You feel so fucking good!” Even without a hand at their shaft, they hurtled over the edge, spurting cum onto Grun’s stomach.

The tight, rhythmic contractions of Tanyth’s orgasm pulled Grun into his own climax. He growled and pressed up into Tanyth one last time, shaking as he pumped his load into the little half-elf, holding them hard against his base.

“Oh fuck,” Tanyth breathed, “I can feel you… filling me…” Their own shaft still dripped on Grun’s stomach.

Finally, they stilled.

Grun let himself drift off into a dreamy repose, more so to ensure that his shaft softened than because he was actually exhausted.

Tanyth waited patiently, afterglow buoyed by the lingering, fulfilling girth of the half-orc, until Grun had waned enough that Tanyth could withdraw. Tanyth teetered and collapsed onto a balled-up quilt in a puddle of bliss.

Linza was on her own edge, but she had opted to fully enjoy the spectacle of her two lovers. She had built a most delicious arousal, and she knew exactly what she wanted to do with it.

As Grun stirred towards her, she straddled his face.

She paused there a moment. His eyes pleaded up at her. Yes, please.

She sank onto his face.

He lapped at her greedily.

It didn’t take long.

She would have sworn she came three times, once for each of them.

Part 4: The Interloper, The Alchemist's Illusions

Chapter 31: Pretty Little Thing

Wyn had offered to torch both Tanyth and Grun with fireballs, and Linza had the uneasy feeling that Wyn actually would if Linza asked her to. Linza, of course, declined. But the genuine promise of violence was a token of affection from Wyn, and Linza once again thanked the stars for her friend.

The rest of the week was manageable, and Linza was able to focus on both her day job and her night job without too much further trouble. Her conversations with Tanyth still made her a bit queasy, and she manufactured excuses to dodge a couple of their conversations, but overall, it was alright.

Tanyth was clearly enamored with Grun, though Grun did not seem to reciprocate their flirtations.

Wonder what that’s like, Linza had snipped to herself.

“How frustrating!” she had said. If only Tanyth had known the irony.

Linza had been looking forward to the weekend, not so much for the lack of work as for the distraction of it. She was off the second day, and she and Wyn had planned a proper girl’s day.

Her shift had been mostly regulars since new guests didn’t tend to book a weekend midday. She was coming up on a slot that had cancelled last minute. In those cases, other staff were welcome to come take the slot. Otherwise, it would be a free break for her.

It was two minutes past the start of the slot and Linza was just gathering her things to step out for her break when there was a firm knock at the ornate door.

“Come in!” Linza called.

Grun entered. His long hair was up in a bun and his beard trimmed short. He now wore fitted trousers and a blazer with no shirt underneath. Had Tanyth taken him shopping? Or was this his own preferred style?

He looked around the little room, his eyes hovering over the grate for a moment.

Linza reeled, reminding herself that he couldn’t see her lest she totally give in to the panic sizzling in her limbs.

“Hi! I’m, uh… Grun. I’m new here and I figured it’d best if I, y’know, knew what all there was here. Tanyth said I ought to, since lots of folks start in my department and then ask about other things. The vanilla department, that is. I— um, I’m totally rambling.” Grun sat down awkwardly on the bamboo mat.

She was reluctant to admit how much his awkwardness settled her. She could do without the arrogant swagger. Seeing him so nervous, she almost liked him. Almost.

Did he know that it was her? If he asked her name, she’d tell him. Otherwise, it was expected that the illusionist in this scenario spoke as little as was necessary, and usually only answered direct questions. Not all guests liked the idea of being watched. The screen made it easier for them to imagine that they were alone with their illusion.

“H-how does this work?” he asked.

For these experiences, Linza used her ‘reading voice’ which was smooth and controlled and different enough from her conversational tone that he might not notice. “You tell me what you’d like. Almost anything at all. You’ll feel it, like it’s real. At any time, if you reject the illusion, the effect and the feeling will stop, and it will look translucent. It will last up to fifteen minutes.”

He nodded and ran his fingers through his beard.

He didn’t seem to have noticed that it was Linza. Here, sitting at her stool in the cozy little room, cloaked in shadow, the grate between them, it was easy to treat him like she would any other guest.

As he described what he wanted, the image formed in her mind.

And then as she chanted the words and traced the gestures, the image formed in front of him.

The image was a woman, as much taller than him as he was taller than Linza. She was half-orc, hair in a ponytail, golden hoops lining her ears and one in her lip. She was naked, her breasts laying against her chest with nipples darker green than the rest of her skin.

“Why, aren’t you a pretty little thing?” Her voice was sweet and smoky.

He looked up at her, enraptured.

“C’mere!” She wrapped around him from behind and started pawing at his clothes. He unbuttoned them and soon was naked too.

Linza tried to maintain a merely professional appreciation of his body, ignoring the tingle of heat between her legs at the breadth of his shoulders, the muscles of his legs and ass, the slight softness of his stomach. She couldn’t help but remember the way all those muscles had strained on the veranda as he’d worked to control his release. His shaft throbbed quickly to its full length and girth, noticeably thicker in the middle.

Usually, Linza imagined the figures in the illusions as characters separate from herself, which made it easier to prompt them to say or do things that Linza herself wouldn’t do. But her professionalism wavered and though she couldn’t say why, she wanted very much to be that massive woman who towered over him.

The illusory orc woman gently pressed at Grun’s shoulders and he spun obediently, facing her and straddling her hips.

With one hand, she ran her fingers up his now hardened shaft.

He shivered and gasped.

Her other hand reached over his leg and easily cupped his whole ass cheek in her fingers. She squeezed, tugging at his rim.

He moaned.

“Why, you’re so ready to spread yourself for me, aren’t you?” she said.

He blushed and sputtered, just like he said he’d like to.

“Must be because you’re a greedy little slut,” she crooned.

“I am not, I—”

“Shhh.” She lifted her hand from his shaft to put a finger to his lips. She then ran that fingertip gently over his lower lip. As his jaw slacked, she pressed her finger to his tongue. He licked and sucked, eager to please.

With her hand on his ass, she pressed him closer into her soft stomach.

Reflexively, he bucked his hips, grinding against her. He whimpered, desperate for more sensation, but too deferential to demand it.

Heat blurred the edges of Linza’s vision, her imagination all too eager to merge her with the illusion, to provide the phantom sensation of his throbbing cock against her stomach. It was risky and unprofessional to lose control like this—too likely to result in a bad experience for the client, an illusion that wasn’t to their liking. But what he’d asked for was exactly what she wanted to do to him, and she couldn’t bring herself to stop, not with his eyes rolling back and his breath shuddering with anticipation.

She withdrew her finger from his mouth and stroked his shaft in her hand, her palm nearly enveloping his entire length.

He gasped and moaned at the relief.

Her hand on his ass gripped tighter, stretched his rim more.

He whimpered with ecstasy.

A wicked, toothy grin parted her thick green lips. “You seem like you might like something like this…” She inched her fingers over and ran one fingertip lightly over the edge of his rim.

“Y-yes!” he said.

“Oh yeah? Do you like… this?” She brought the fingertip further over, running circles across his whole rim, still stroking him with the other hand.

“Yessss…” he moaned. He slumped forward, cheek against her breast.

Through the illusion, he would feel the softness of her skin, hear the thunder of her heartbeat, experience his weight melting into her, even as in reality he still held himself upright.

“F-fuck… you’re making me drip…” he said. His whole body shook with his trembling breath.

Linza slowed, not wanting to give it to him so easily, only halfway remembering that he had indeed asked to be edged. The pause allowed her good sense to catch up to her, and she forced herself back into her body, back to the awareness that the illusion of the orcish woman was outside of her.

Anyone other than her or Grun would just see the half-orc man kneeling on the bamboo mat with his legs spread wide, his cock throbbing into the air and his head steadily dripping pre-cum.

The thought had the opposite of its intended effect. With just her mind and her magic, Linza had reduced this swaggering man into a panting, pleading mess. He would explode onto the floor without a single touch to his cock, not from himself or anyone else, simply because of what she did to his brain.

She had been working this job for months. She didn’t know why it was now and with him that she finally understood exactly what she did, exactly what kind of power she wielded with her chants and hand signs and the rattle of a crystal.

It was even more intoxicating than the arousal.

“Good,” she said through the illusory orc, dipping her finger in the puddle of pre-cum forming on the bamboo mat. “I want more. Do you want more?”

He nodded.

“Say it.” She teased his rim harder.

He gasped and whimpered.

“Use your words.”

“P-please! I want you inside of me, please!”

Something long-dormant awoke within Linza, unable to resist the half-orc’s desperate call. It slithered through her mind, gorging itself on the knowledge of her power, writhing sensuously in the honey of the half-orc’s pleading.

Gods, how she loved to see him squirm.

Unlimited by the physical mechanics of lubrication and perfectly calibrated to the right level of sensation by the desires of his mind, she pressed her finger inside of him.

“Fuck! Oh gods, fuck, oh…” His whole body trembled, every muscle taught, just as when he’d wrestled to control himself for the madame.

“You like that quite a lot, don’t you?”

“Yes! Fuck, you feel so good… fuck, I’m dripping…” His cock throbbed into the empty air, a steady drip of pre-cum joining the puddle, even as he felt her slick palm slide under his tip.

“Oh? And I haven’t even found your spot yet.”

“My— Ah!” He cried out as the sensation overwhelmed him.

This was the special power of the illusion. She needed only suggest it and Grun’s mind would select his most intense, most perfect, most pleasurable memory and serve it up for him, like a waking dream. He would feel her fingers curling within him, pressing against the muscular wall, activating every single nerve of pleasure.

He moaned from his very core.

She gave him a moment to adjust, then withdrew her finger and pressed harder again.

His eyes rolled back, cheeks flushed, breath hitching. “F-fuck that’s gonna make me…”

Linza slowed the sensation, licking her lips as if she could taste his sweet desperation.

Through the orc’s husky voice, she crooned, “Gonna make you what?”

He groaned. “Gonna make me cum…”

“Do you want to cum?”

“Yes! Please!” He looked up at her with pleading eyes.

She would have teased him forever if not for the way that his begging stoked her own arousal, made her hunger for release, even vicariously.

Her own breath coming fast and shallow, she started up the sensation again, stroking him and pressing against his spot.

His whole body quivered, pleaded. Gradually, his breathing quickened again. His groans deepened.

“F-fuck I’m… I’m so close I… can I?” He quivered like a drawn arrow, so close and yet so obedient, earning his release by providing such a delicious display.

“Cum for me,” she purred.

His eyes rolled back and his whole body tensed.

Linza nearly lost concentration on the illusion, so eager she was to watch his cock as it throbbed in the empty air.

The spasm started at the base of his cock, his balls pulling tight as his face twisted into a grimace and a growl curled in his chest. With a shudder, he burst, ropes of cum spurting in mesmerizing arcs and then puddling on the bamboo mat.

She kept up the sensation until his cum ran clear, signaling the end of his climax, and she gently slowed as he relaxed. Then she curled around him, humming gently and stroking his hair with her hand that was almost the size of his head.

The tenderness surprised Linza almost as much as the slithering wickedness had. What exactly had Grun awakened in her?

Whatever it was, it faded as exhaustion settled heavily over her, as much in sympathy to Grun’s afterglow as in indication that she was pushing the edge of her magical capacity.

She nudged him down gently onto the bamboo mat and smoothed his hair down, then released the magic.

Grun sighed, eyes closed and expression serene.

Linza sat on the little stool, her breathing slowing as she tried to account for what had just happened. There was now no denying that Grun affected her how no one else ever had. Surely it was wrong to enjoy making someone squirm so much, and yet… he liked it, didn’t he? Was this the ‘chemistry’ that Wyn talked about?

But why did it have to be with him?

And why did it have to turn her into this slithering, wicked thing?

She suddenly wasn’t sure if she liked it—if she liked any of it. Nausea tugged at her stomach—she’d lost track of time and pushed her limits. Maybe that’s all this was—just magical exhaustion making her woozy. Like lack of oxygen or sleep, magical depletion could have strange effects. Fortunately, her last two slots of the day were just for Minor Illusions.

Grun stirred and stretched, disturbing Linza from her thoughts. She was too tired and confused to do anything but watch him. He dressed again, but paused by the door as he went to leave.

“Thank you,” he said.

Linza didn’t reply.

He left.

Muscle memory took over as she slid open the screen and cleaned the room. Within minutes, nothing remained of what had just transpired.

The same could not be said for Linza’s mind.

All she could see when she closed her eyes was his climax, over and over again.

Shorts

Arachnia (Part II)

Continued from Part I

Three weeks later

Val had been doing exceptionally well in his therapy. He had only gotten six inches closer to a spider each day, and by this point, he could comfortably be within arm’s reach. Ara assured him that that was quite a reasonable distance. Spiders liked their own personal space as much as he liked his — the goal was just to get him to the point that he could keep his wits about him.

Ara could, of course, speak to spiders, and as Val had been doing better and better, she had asked a few to hide in places close to him while it was safe. They had slowly emerged when she’d asked them to and though Val had been startled and unsettled, he had been able to simply give the spider its space and then relax again.

He was ready. And it was a good thing too. Ara was starving.

She’d been preparing him in other ways, too. A week and a half prior, she’d caught him masturbating. She loved the way that she’d turned his fear, shame, embarrassment into pleasure by offering to finish the job.

And by all the stars in the sky, he’d tasted so good. It had taken the edge off, but she couldn’t feed properly in this form.

Val had been all too happy to indulge Ara’s enthusiastic advances, and they’d quite happily become lovers. Nothing made Val climax harder, give Ara more, than when she sat on his face and sucked his dick with two fingers up his ass. He loved to be trapped by her, helpless under her.

He was going to love her true form so much, she just had to convince him of it.

It was when they finally reached the sacred temple that Ara decided to tell him.

“Val, there’s… something I’ve been keeping from you.”

He grinned wryly. “You’re a rival adventurer and you’re going to stab me in the back and run off with the records now that we’ve reached the sacred temple?”

“What? No! No, not at all. Of course not.”

Val raised an eyebrow at her.

She sensed the tension in his muscles as he considered reaching for his machete. She needed to tell the truth before his imagination ran away with him.

“I’m not human.”

“You’re a spirit?” Val asked. He was an adventurer, he knew the legends.

Ara nodded. “I’m… well…” she shuffled her feet, blushing, not sure why she was finding it so difficult to say something so matter-of-fact. Actually, she knew why. If he ran from her in fear, it would break her heart. “I am… the one who… made that web. That you got caught in.”

Val was no longer considering reaching for his machete, but he did look troubled. “So you’re… a spider spirit?”

Ara bit her lip. “Yes. I am.”

He grimaced. “I wondered how you knew so much about spiders.”

She shrugged apologetically.

“Why didn’t you— well. I guess I know the answer to that. If you’d told me earlier I’d have high-tailed it in the other direction. So I guess it’s not so much why you didn’t tell me, but… why didn’t you want me to run away?”

“Because you tasted delicious!”

Val shrunk away from her.

“N-no, that didn’t come out right… Okay, so you know how spirits feed on energy?”

He nodded, cautiously.

“We can… ‘taste’ what somebody’s energy is like. What their essence, their character is like. Your essence is… really lovely. Generous. It’s the generosity that matters. The more generous the… um… giver of the energy, the less it takes from them to give it.”

“I’m… generous?”

Ara nodded. “You would have made getting me home your priority, you tried to protect me from the bandits, you offered me your clothes instead of theirs, the way you eat me out for hours… generous.”

Val’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment and a little bit of arousal. “So why tell me now?”

Ara was losing her ability to be tactful, eagerness overcoming her. “Because, Val, I’m so hungry. And you smell so good. And I think… if I… if you let me… it wouldn’t take anything from you at all. It might even energize you!”

Val considered this. His blush deepened. “What do you… what would you look like when…”

“Can I show you?”

Val nodded slowly.

Ara considered and backed up a few paces to give him some space. She then relaxed into the magic around her and her true form came back to her so easily. It felt so good, like stretching after a long time cooped up.

She was not fully spider, as she had been when she’d first seen him. Her upper half was more or less the same, with her curly brown hair and her small breasts. Her canines had become longer and more pointed.

Other than that she was like a centaur, her back half that of a spider’s legs and abdomen. Her sides were smooth and shiny, her legs long and elegant, her movements graceful like a troupe of dancers all moving together. She thought she looked quite pretty. But she knew Val might disagree.

She could sense that all his hairs were standing on end, but he didn’t look away. He didn’t run. He took a step closer, then a deep breath. Another, then a deep breath.

Ara kneeled, tucking her legs cozily up under her, which put her head at the height of his hip.

He took a step and then a deep breath until he was close enough to reach out and cup her cheek in his hand. She nuzzled into him.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and kneeled in front of her. She kissed his forehead. He kept his eyes shut.

“C-can you… can you move so I can hear what it sounds like?” he asked.

“Yes.” She reshuffled her back legs, and there was the quiet clicking of chitin on stone.

He shivered violently, but did not run.

“O-okay… what is feeding like?”

She took his cheeks in her hands. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear. “You will be utterly trapped and bound by me. You will have no chance of escape, but you will have never felt safer in your whole life. I will own you, and I will protect you. You will give absolutely everything to me… and you will find that you have more than you started with.”

He shuddered and folded into her, his cheek against her breast, her arms around his head, pressing him into her.

“C-can you blindfold me?” he asked.

“Of course, my pet.”

He shivered. She was glad he liked that name. In her true form, she could no longer pretend to be helpless and uncertain. She could feel the power, the lifeblood of all the beating hearts around her, feeding into her, his brightest of all.

Her nimble back legs reached up to her spinnerets and prepared a length of firm, dry silk. She passed this to her hands and tied it securely over Val’s eyes. He gasped.

She turned him in her hands so that she was behind him and she pressed her lips against his neck. His blood flowed deliciously under her lips, the intermingled fear and arousal that she found so very, very intoxicating. She whispered in his ear, “This is your last chance to change your mind…”

Val gasped and shuddered. “Ara, take whatever you want from me.”

Ara growled with sheer pleasure and nipped at Val’s ear, then reared onto her eight powerful legs. Before he knew it he was in the air, lofted by her legs, rolling as she stripped off his clothes and wrapped him in her silk. The bindings were dry and strong with a comfortable bit of flex, and her legs where she held him were smooth and strong and gentle.

With him sufficiently bound, she quickly spun a web across the entrance of the temple so that she could string him up at her leisure. He would feel almost weightless, the firm hug of the silk replacing all sensation of gravity.

Now that he was wrapped in her bindings, they carried every quiver, every waver, every beat of his energy to her. She felt his pleasure, his fear, his excitement. This was why he was so very, very safe. She knew exactly how he felt, exactly what he wanted. Nothing would ever be too much. It would always be just right.

She turned him and hooked her fingers into the silk by his neck, her fingernails dragging along his skin as she pulled the silk aside. She put her lips to his ear. “You’re a very good boy, so I think you might not struggle, yes? But it feels so good to struggle…”

She traced a fingernail down the side of his neck and he shivered. The ticklish sensation sent him wriggling and writhing unconsciously. Where his growing erection throbbed against the tight hug of the silk, the sensation was incredible. She kept this up until his muscles were sore and he was panting.

“See? You’re very secure… No matter what, you won’t fall… nothing bad can happen to you here…”

He melted into her words, her touch.

“Now, I will tell you another thing about spiders,” she said, licking her lips. “We give something to our prey. And then we let them sit. And we let it do its work. And then when it’s ready, we drink up the results.”

Val whimpered.

“Would you like something like that?” Ara asked. “It will feel very, very good…”

“Yes! Please! Take anything from me…”

“That is such a good boy. I’ve got quite the reward for you…” She tilted his head back to expose his neck. She pressed her lips against him again, and his heart beat wildly against her. First, she licked his neck. Like her canines, her tongue was not quite human. It was longer, rougher, and as it passed over his skin, the skin tingled and then went numb.

She lined up her fangs and bit his neck. Her fingertips turned to claws at his head, his chest, as she pulled him into herself and the venom surged forth. It felt so hot, so pleasant, rushing out of her and into him.

Her venom glands now empty, she licked the little trickle of blood from his neck, and her saliva not only stopped the bleeding but completely healed the wounds.

She did not have to ask him to know how he felt, because of the way the silk resonated with energy between them, but she so loved to hear it. “How does it feel, my pet?”

“I-I thought it would hurt but… it didn’t…”

“Nothing will ever hurt here, remember that.” She nibbled playfully at his ear. “Unless you want it to. But please, continue.”

He shivered. “I-it’s so warm and… and soft, like… like a couple of beers… but tinglier, like… oh… oh… OH!” His breathing became quick and heavy.

“Whatever is happening, pet? Don’t hold out on me…”

He wriggled against the silk and moaned as it gave him the sensation he so desperately craved. “Fuck! I’ve n-never felt… so horny in… nnngh… ever… It’s so tight! I’m g-getting so hard, please… please I need room…”

Val’s erection was straining hard against the silk over his member.

“What, room here?” Ara reached down and massaged his erection through the silk.

“Yes!” For a moment, he moaned at the pleasure of her touch. Then, his urgency heightened. “P-please, it’s so tight! It hurts!”

Ara grinned her toothy smile. “But you like it when it hurts this way, don’t you? I can feel it.”

Val whimpered and wiggled. He then moaned suddenly as the aphrodisiac venom soaked in even more, doubling the pressure on his member.

“I suppose I can give you some extra room. But don’t get any ideas. You’re not done soaking yet.”

Val did not have enough capacity for thought to ask what she meant by ‘soaking’, he could only gasp with relief as she trailed her fingertip down his member and the silk melted under it, letting his erection spring free.

She twisted him around with her legs so that his shaft hung towards the floor. With a soft hand, she cupped his pendulous balls. “Oooh, getting nice and plump. You’re going to have so much for me, aren’t you?”

Val just moaned.

Ara settled back to watch the show as her venom took full effect. The swelling of his balls was more metaphorical than literal, more fantasy than anatomy, but this was how she liked to weave her spirit magics.

His balls became heavier and heavier as he readied himself for her. His arousal became more and more frantic, his mind slipping deeper and deeper into her spell. Bit by bit, he was surrendering to her. Bit by bit, he was readying himself to give her everything.

She touched herself to the sight of it, the moans of her pleasure enhancing the effects of her venom.

Finally, the venom was at peak effect. His shaft throbbed needily, his balls hung full, and drool flowed freely from his panting mouth.

“Did you know,” she said as she approached him again, “That most of your cum doesn’t actually come from your balls? There’s a few glands near your ass that provide most of the volume. Same ones that produce pre-cum.” She pulled the strands of her web to rearrange his posture, bending him at the hip slightly so she had better access to his ass. “They’re right… about…” She pressed at the rear of his perineum. “Here.”

Val moaned from the very depths of his being as Ara’s touch sent those glands spasming and a thick spurt of pre-cum flowed from his tip. Every single part of him was over-sensitive, over-full.

Ara’s eyes dilated at the sight, the smell of the pre-cum. She licked her lips. It was time to feed.

She cinched a strand of silk around the base of his shaft and his balls as a cock ring, then shifted him so that his cock rested comfortably at her mouth height. Without further ado, she took him deep into her throat.

He cried out, rewarding her with another thick spurt of pre-cum.

With his balls plumped towards her like this, she could easily loop her tongue around them, stimulating the sensitive area. But that was just foreplay. Her tongue lengthened, still sweeping over his balls but also reaching towards his perineum, his rim.

Val’s whole body quivered with incomprehensible ecstasy as the tip of her tongue touched his rim.

Had she been any less hungry, she would have made him wait longer, but she herself could not resist. She wanted him, all of him, right now.

She moaned and grabbed his ass, her fingertips digging into the flesh. She pulled him to the very back of her throat, her tongue reaching up, around, and into his entrance. He would have already burst except that the tingling, numbing effect of her saliva slowed him down.

“Ara…” he moaned. “Ara… I’m so full… Fuck, you feel so good in my ass… a-and everywhere…”

Ara moaned greedily and pulled him deeper, fucking him with her tongue and squeezing around him with her throat. She moaned and the vibrations heightened the sensation.

“Ara… I c-can’t take it… I n-need to give you… everything…”

She could feel his pleasure through the silk, feel the heat building slowly and inescapably. She would share in all the pleasure of his climax, all the quivering ecstasy of the edge.

“Ara…” His breathing quickened. He shuddered. Pre-orgasmic sparks of pleasure flickered at his base, his ass. Pre-cum flowed freely from his tip, somehow even hotter than her throat, and the feeling of it flowing through his whole shaft drove him even crazier.

His balls throbbed, desperate to unload. His whole body tingled with the effects of the venom, every place the silk touched his skin alight with sensual pleasure.

“Fuck… oh fuck… Ara… I’m so close… s-so full… Ara, I think I’m… oh, fuck… Ara… ARA!”

Every single muscle of his body tensed together, sending the first hot pulse of cum down her throat. Then another, and another, his ass tensing and pumping into her.

He slowed, but did not stop. For a moment, he could speak again. “A-Ara, am I… I think I’m still c-coming…”

Ara moaned affirmatively.

The sensation tipped him over a new edge. “Oh, fuck!” The intensity renewed, another set of hard spurts that tapered off but did not stop.

She loved everything about this part, but she especially loved these lulls, when he just kept pumping and pumping.

Each climax was more intense than the last, each sent more and more of his essence down her throat. But he had not yet given her everything.

The last lull was as intense as his first climax had been. “Ara… Ara s-something’s happening… I f-feel strange… I-I’m going to let it… I t-think I need to… I’m going to… fuck, take everything!”

Val erupted into the most intense climax yet, and every strand of silk hummed with a pure, radiant energy. He moaned in wave after wave of pleasure, energy flowing freely from him into Ara and back into him. The vibrating of the silk becoming a song of jubilant triumph, Ara’s own scream of pleasure joining the symphony.

Slowly, gently, the intensity of the pleasure melted into relaxation. The song quieted and the silk dissolved into nothingness. Ara pulled Val to her breast and fell asleep against the wall of the temple, her arms around him.

Some time later, Val stirred. He opened his eyes for the first time since he had come to kneel in front of Ara and he looked up at her in adoration. She brushed a strand of hair back from his cheek.

“So let me get this straight,” he said, his voice hoarse from all his screams of pleasure. “If I hadn’t lost my mind back when I stumbled into your web… this is what would have happened.”

Ara smiled down at him. “More or less. But you had a lot more to give me for all our time together.”

He snuggled into her chest. “It’s funny, I thought I’d feel much more tired for having been drained by a succubus.”

“It’s like I said. The more generous you are, the less it takes from you.”

“So we could do that… any time?”

She nodded and kissed his forehead. “However much you like.”

“I think I’d like to do that… quite often…” He pushed himself to sit up. “I feel like I just got the best night’s sleep I ever had.”

Ara tucked her legs more tightly under her. “I-I can turn back, but… you may have to give me a few hours, it’s hard for me to shift back when I’m this full.”

Val stepped around her and carefully reached out to place a hand on the smooth side of her abdomen. “No, it’s okay. It’ll take some getting used to, but… What you just did was so hot, I’m sure it won’t take me long to adjust to however you look when you do that.”

Ara caught his eyes. “I might look a bit frightening. I might look powerful and large and dangerous. I might look hungry. Deadly.”

Val’s cheeks flushed with arousal and his shaft started to harden again. He grinned and came to kneel before her, looking up at her with those hazel eyes. His voice warm with love, he said, “I think that will be quite alright with me.”

Enjoying these stories? The best way to show it is to share with your friends and buy me a bubble tea! ❤️

Still hungry? You can read more Bite-Sized Stories here, or head over to The Cookie Jar to see everything, including full-length novels.

You can also follow me on Patreon, Twitter, or subscribe to the blog here:

Part 2: Phase II, The Black Box

Chapter 7: You’ve Got Mail

The new box arrived the next day. Expedited shipping was part of the premium experience, apparently.

Like the first package, there were smaller parcels within it with tags that read ‘not yet!’ which he knew would change once he was with Arya.

John forced himself through some chores and a few paragraphs of a draft for his review. But, the new box sat on his table, begging him to find out what was inside. After a few hours he realized that he wasn’t being productive and that he might as well get his evening session started a bit early.

He put on the headset.

Arya appeared next to him, giddy with excitement. “Okay okay, I know that we usually start with niceties but… open it!”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” John said, eagerly lifting the lid of the box and scanning for which parcel said ‘open me’. It was a smallish one towards the front of the box.

John pulled it out and opened it, and as he saw what was inside, he almost laughed. It was easily recognizable as a butt plug, on the smaller side, with a slender bar that connected it to a base that flared in two directions. It looked like it was optimized for comfort wearing. Next to it was a different bottle of lube, which he expected was because the plug itself was made of silicone and therefore not compatible with the lubricant he’d been using.

“Well, that’s thoughtful of you.” John set the plug on the table and the packaging aside.

“It’s not just for pleasure, y’know,” Arya said, still nearly bouncing out of her chair with glee. “It’s also for data.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah! Did you know? Anal muscle contractions are one of the few relatively objective markers of orgasm.”

“Huh. I didn’t know that but… it makes sense.” He thought of the feeling of his ass squeezing around his finger, in time with the pulses of his ejaculation, just the night before. With the memory came a wave of arousal. “So… is this the next phase of calibration? I wear this, jack off a bunch, and you get better at telling when I’m about to come?”

“Exactly!” Arya said. “You’re smart, y’know.”

John found himself stammering and blushing again. Turning his attention back to the butt plug which was an easier topic than taking the compliment.

“Should I… try it out?” He picked up the plug.

“Yes, please! But before we get started, I want to show you a couple of features.”

The butt plug suddenly started vibrating. John nearly dropped it as he jumped, startled.

“Oops!” Arya said. “Sorry, haha. That’s why I’m showing you now. It has a few different levels…” She cycled up through them, from a gentle buzz to quite a rumble, “and some patterns.” The vibrator pulsed, then it ramped up a few times, and then it was still again.

“As a reminder, you can say ‘pause’ at any time, and I’ll stop. The augmented parts will be disabled, the audio will stop, and the vibrator will also stop. Is ‘pause’ still a good word for you?”

“Yeah.” He wouldn’t have been able to articulate it before, but this kind of expectation-setting made him feel so much more comfortable. Arya actually cared about how he felt and what his experience was. He couldn’t say that about most humans he knew. In fact, Arya was taking John’s comfort much more seriously than he did. He should probably work on that, if his self-respect was getting outclassed by a porn game.

“Great! Now, you seem like the sort of boy who likes to be teased, so I think it’s also good for you to have a word that you can say that will just shut off the vibrator, but not me. That way you can say, ‘nooo, it’s too much!’ or ‘Arya please stop, you’re driving me crazy!’ but I won’t, y’know, stop. Until you want me to. I usually use ‘red’ for that word, is that okay with you?”

John’s mind went fuzzy. She’d done that on purpose! He forced himself to focus. “Yes, that’s good for me.”

“Let’s try it,” Arya said.

The vibrator whirred to the highest setting.

“Go ahead,” Arya said.

“Red.” True to Arya’s word, the vibrator shut off.

“Good job! Alright, now we’re ready to start. Or, almost! There’s one more package for you to open.”

John looked back to the box, and sure enough, one of the other parcels was now labeled ‘open me!’. He opened the box and pulled out a velvety cylinder, which unrolled into a small blanket that crinkled lightly.

“It’s waterproof,” Arya said, “and machine washable so don’t worry if things get a little messy.” She winked.

John was amazed. Arya — or, well, Arya’s creators — really had thought of everything. He undressed, then took his blanket, lube, and the plug to the couch. He arranged himself on the blanket, propping his back up with pillows and getting his hand and the plug nice and slick with lube. He set the plug on the blanket. It was nice to be able to do that and know he’d be washing it all later.

He was already sporting an erection. He took a few moments to stroke himself, to leat the heat spread into his abdomen and the tops of his thighs, before he let his fingertips wander down to his rim.

Before he was even touching himself, he was moaning happily. He took his time, savoring it, pressing in first one finger and then two. Though he was still a ways from orgasm, pre-cum leaked from his tip. In his Googling to verify Arya’s claims, he’d come across an explanation that there were glands around the prostate that were responsible for pre-cum production, and so it was no surprise that stimulation there was especially inspiring.

The plug was slender, not much bigger around than two of his fingers, and so it was not long before it slipped easily inside and settled into place.

He started stroking himself in earnest, and all the residual heat from his rimming echoed deliciously along his length.

“I love the sounds you make,” Arya said, and her sudden voice startled him out of his bliss in a wave of brighter heat.

His ex had told him he sounded strange, so he’d generally tried to contain himself. He needed to stop thinking about his ex so much.

“I’m going to put it on low, okay?”

“Okay,” John said. When it didn’t happen right away, his ass clenched in anticipation. Another intentional tease?

Then the vibrations began, a wonderful feeling that made his brain melt. He moaned with abandon.

“Yes, perfect!” Arya said. “I’m going to cycle through a few different patterns and see how you react, okay?”

“C-collecting data?”

“Yep! As we go, remember to tell me what you like and don’t like, okay? And you can say ‘red’ to stop it.”

“Right.”

“Let’s start here, tell me how you feel?”

John knew there was no need to be embarrassed, and his reservations melted quickly in the heat of his arousal and the earnest look on Arya’s face. “Like um… really good. Floaty and… with my ass its sort of this… electric feeling, almost, like it’s in my whole body, and… it’s like how I want to come, but it feels so amazing, so I don’t want it to end, so it’s just this great… tension between going slow and going fast, and I’m trying to go as slow as I can, but I need… need to feel it, t-to touch myself…”

“That’s perfect, John,” she said softly. “What about now?”

The vibrator kicked to the next setting up, a new wave of intensity. John’s breathing and stroking quickened unconsciously, pre-cum twitched from his tip.

“Gooooood,” he moaned. “That’s really… good…”

“C’mon, you’re a writer,” she teased. “You can come up with more words for me, right?”

“Nnngh… I already said… I think… them all… but just more… of all the good words…”

“This really makes you a mess, doesn’t it?” Arya crooned.

John’s brain short-circuited and all he could do was nod as he panted open-mouthed, stroking himself and wiggling on the couch, ass clenching around the vibrating plug.

“And that’s only setting two of five,” Arya said.

“What?” John had barely comprehended her words when the vibrator kicked up another notch and his whole body convulsed. It was incredibly intense, hot, burning, electric, and he was shaking, dripping, whining. This thing had two more levels???

“God! Fuck! Aaaaah…” John squirmed. “That’s intense, it’s— hah, too much, Arya—”

“You know what to say,” Arya crooned, “To make it stop.”

He did. But he didn’t say it. Instead he said, “I c-can’t take it! Aryaaaa…”

She smiled at him with her black lips. “Go on,” she said. “I’m listening.”

“I c-can’t cum like thisss…”

“I thought you didn’t want to?”

“I need to! God I need to so bad, I feel so full… Fuck. Fuuuuuuuck, it’s too much, I can’t take it!”

“I think you can.”

“It’s d-driving me crazy!”

“Would that be so bad? Being a wide eyed, fuck-drunk, over-buzzed sex zombie forever?”

There were no words for the intensity of sensation that filled John’s body, her words like a lighting strike setting a dry forest ablaze, the whole experience intense and burning and aching in the best, most wonderful, most delicious way.

He had no idea how long he trembled wordless like that, until his body set to convulsions that made his abs ache, and Arya gently stepped the vibrations back down to the lowest level, and then off.

He wasn’t even stroking himself anymore, and she gave him a long moment to lay there in the lingering buzz, recollecting himself. His erection never wavered, standing dutifully at attention, and he became more and more aware again of the needy throbbing in his balls.

John started stroking himself again, and shortly after the vibrations kicked in again and he moaned. This time, Arya set it to a pattern, which ramped up slowly and spent only a quick moment at that third level of intensity, then dropped off to nothing, then ramped up again.

It was excruciatingly wonderful. He felt like he’d nearly come every time it ramped up, and just as the heat built, it cut off again and set him twitching. This was a different kind of slobbering, panting heat than before. It was steadily taking him right to the edge of orgasm before pulling back.

“Teasing you is so fun!” Arya said, just as the vibrations ramped up, and a full spurt of pre-cum spasmed from his tip before the vibrations cut off again.

“Fuuuuuuck, you’re good at it,” John said. “I’m so close…”

“Delicious,” Arya whispered.

John whimpered. “Pleeeease, I need to come…”

“I thought you liked to savor it? Stretch out the experience?”

“I— hah—”

“Just like I’m going to stretch out your ass.”

“Ggggggggnnnh.” Another spurt of pre-cum. “What is that… box full of… bigger toys?”

“Maybe,” Arya sang, in a voice that John knew meant ‘yes’.

The vibrator just kept ramping, and John just kept teetering. Arya showed no sign of relenting. He felt another pulse of pre-cum travel up his shaft and through his now incredibly sensitive tip. “You’re just going to drip me dry?” he said.

“Maybe,” Arya said.

John whimpered. “You can’t do that!”

“Can’t I?” Arya said.

“Nnngh, what, do you… do you want me to beg?”

“Do you want to beg?” Arya asked, tone sincere. Her eyes glittered.

John found himself in another predicament. It felt a bit backwards to admit that he wanted to beg, but he supposed that was the whole point here. He knew, and she knew, that at any time he could just say ‘pause’ and go finish however he wanted.

But he didn’t say ‘pause’. He was staying. Waiting. Throbbing.

“Please,” he whispered.

“I didn’t hear that,” she said.

“Pleeeeaase.”

“Please what?”

“P-please, I want to c-cum!” Another ramping vibration, another drop of pre-cum.

“How badly?”

“Bad! S-so badly, I c-can’t— I w-want— pleeeease…”

The next time the vibrator went to ramp, it stopped at the lowest setting. John’s body twitched, his ass clenched, at the subverted expectation.

“I suppose that could be allowed,” Arya said, and the vibrator stepped up to the next level.

John breathed heavily, panting, as if he’d just finished a sprint. He was sweating, stroking himself, the spark of an impending orgasm finally staying kindling, deep within his shaft. “Oh god, Arya, I’m so c-close!”

“I’ll allow it, because… You’ve been a very good boy.”

John’s brain short-circuited again, the vibrator kicked back to the third level, and his whole body convulsed, breath heaving, hips bucking, hands pumping, ass clenching. He came on his stomach and his chest and his legs and his hands and the blanket. After the thick semen came spurts of clearer cum, the muscles of his ass still clenching and forcing out more of the same fluid that formed his pre-cum, the orgasm lasting far longer than he had thought possible.

Finally, John collapsed backwards on the couch, whole body tingling and head spinning like he’d just smoked a bowl.

He was starting to understand what people were on about when they talked about ‘earth-shattering orgasms’.

Part 1: Calibration, The Black Box

Chapter 6: Porn Tinder

John sat on the couch now. Arya sat next to him, legs curled up under her. They were chatting again.

John’s eyes kept flicking to the strip of bare skin between the edge of her skirt ant the top of her socks, where her thighs pressed together.

She was still in her goth outfit and her BB shirt, blowing bubbles with chewing gum the same bright pink as her hair. She licked her black lips in between each pop.

He’d always thought there was something kind of sensual about bubble gum, the way it swelled and swelled and swelled and then popped… and when Arya did it, boy was it sexual. Especially when she let it splatter all over her face and hair. And then it just kind of faded away, no clean-up required, so that she could do it all over again.

It was effectively pulling John’s mind away from their more general conversation and into a distinctly aroused state of mind, but he still wasn’t quite comfortable just abruptly transitioning the subject.

“How were your dreams?” John asked. That was a gateway topic, for sure, given that Arya apparently dreamed about sex.

Arya grinned as she smacked her gum. “Lovely. I’m proud of you for getting better at communicating. I thought we might do something along those lines today. A game you might like a little better.”

He knew she was just a game, but… man did his heart get butterflies when she said she was proud of him. He couldn’t think of any ex he’d ever had saying that to him, or any of his friends, for that matter. They’d probably think it was cheesy, but Arya didn’t seem to have any of those inhibitions. It felt nice.

She blew another bubble, and John’s balls twitched as it popped. He’d Googled what she said, about the brain being the biggest sex organ, and she was totally right.

“Alright, so, what’s this game?”

A gentler intro jingle played. John’s TV lit up, though it must have been the AR, since he wasn’t aware of any connection between the console and his TV. At the end of the theme music, a logo appeared for “Porn Tinder!”

“It’s a swipe left, swipe right kind of game,” Arya said. “I’ll play a clip, and if you like it, swipe right. If you don’t like it, swipe left and I’ll start a new one. The ones you like, I’ll save for later. Here, try one out.”

The logo faded and a video started playing on the screen. It was live-action, a woman in a skimpy dress sitting on a leather couch. “I’m so excited for my BIG audition!” she said, with fake enthusiasm.

John, taking a guess at the way it would work, swiped his hand from right to left, and the video tumbled off the screen.

“Exactly!” Arya said. “Though, the swiping is just for fun. You can also just tell me what you do and don’t like, because… eventually, you’re going to need both hands.” She grinned at him, mischievously.

“Haha, alright. This definitely seems like a more fun way to watch porn than just scrolling through Pornhub.” He wondered if Arya would throw in any clips for ‘hot moms in your area!’ or ‘big-boobed singles waiting to jerk off with you now!’ for giggles.

“Well, everything’s more fun if you make it a game!” Arya said.

“Fair enough,” John said, and Arya started playing the next clip.

This one was cartoonish, the same style as Arya herself, and so it seemed like the black box could mix stored and dynamically generated content. A feminine character was riding a masculine one, and they both had looks of pleasure on their faces. The clip was fairly short, though, less than a minute long. John swiped right.

The next was a woman with her hair up in pigtails, sucking on a lollipop, looking straight at the camera, a smile in her eyes. John hesitated.

“Be honest,” Arya said gently. “I promise I won’t judge you.”

John swiped right.

Next was a video of an older woman dressed like a teacher. He swiped left. Then two men, one fucking the other, both panting. Swipe right.

And so they continued, clip after clip, and Arya was right that it was not long before he needed both hands, stroking himself with one, balls cupped in the other. He said “Yep” or “Oh yeah” or “Yessss” and the video would tumble right, or he’d say “Nuh-uh” or “nope” or “not for me” and the video would tumble to the left. He took it as slow as he could, his curiosity in constant tension with his growing arousal.

The clips got shorter as they went, and if he hadn’t chosen before the clip ended, the screen froze, denying him until he made his choice.

He found that as they went he grew more and more confident. This was partly because the arousal was lowering his inhibitions and partly because Arya never reacted with anything other than curious excitement even as he swiped right on a time-lapse of a blooming flower, a man with fox ears and a tail, a tangle of fleshy purple tentacles fucking a blissed-out woman, a man kneeling in a collar with a leashed pulled tight, a woman eating out a man’s ass.

As he swiped right on a topic, he was presented with more extreme examples of it — more anthropomorphic people, more tentacles, more bondage. He swiped left when he hit his limit of comfort with the theme. He swiped left early on some samples of piss play and scat, though he knew that if he’d swiped right, those too would be accepted without judgement.

John dissolved into a rapid blur of yesses and nos, instinctive reactions, building heat. He actually didn’t mind when the ‘nos’ popped up, because they helped him slow down a bit. But the ratio became more and more skewed to ‘yes’ as Arya dialed in on his wavelength.

He’d forgotten that he used to play with his ass, but he hadn’t since his last relationship, since his ex didn’t like it. But the deep, visceral reaction he felt to the flashes on the screen were more than enough reminder that he was missing out. He’d have to get acclimated again, but… there was no time like the present, and he was plenty turned on.

John paused to get a bit of extra lube on his fingertips, and he let his fingers wander slowly down, over his balls and perineum, lingering to massage his cum vein, tease himself, and then finally brushing over his entrance.

The sensation was electric. He had truly forgotten how good it felt, how many nerve endings he was leaving out by not engaging this part of himself. His stroking slowed as his attention shifted, fingers running around his rim, filling him with a tingling heat, pulsing to the rhythm of the images flickering by. He was only barely capable of the ‘yes’, ‘yes’, ‘yes’ that kept fresh images coming. Though it had been a while, he felt so totally comfortable that he was even able to press a fingertip inside.

He teetered in a blissy haze, the ever-changing images distracting enough to keep him from getting quite to the edge, but his desperation building all the same. He felt himself twitch around his finger as pre-cum dribbled from his tip, muscles spasming in waves of pleasure and orgasmic false-starts. He had just resolved to close his eyes and finish when a longer clip played.

It was a mix of the cartoony style and more realism, with a bit of a film grain to it to help blend the mismatch. He recognized after a hazy moment that it was his own kitchen he was seeing, and Arya bent over the table, her ass in the air, and a man came over to fuck her.

Not just a man, him.

He was fucking her.

“Aryaaaaaa,” John moaned, pumping himself on the couch, rim tingling with electric pleasure, mind enveloped in the scene on the TV. His balls tensed, muscles preparing, and he pushed them down and away from his shaft with his other hand, the delicious stretch pushing him right over the edge.

As he climaxed, cum flowed out over his tip, his shaft, his hand, his balls. He’d forgotten how there was always so much more when he played with his ass.

As the spasms faded, so did the TV, and it returned gently to black.

Arya sat on the couch next to him, smiling softly, as he heaved a massive sigh.

John chuckled a bit awkwardly. “Did you um… get the data? You needed?”

“And then some,” Arya crooned. “I think we’re ready for the next stage, actually.”

“We’re done calibrating?”

Arya giggled good-naturedly. “Not quite. This was phase one of calibration.”

“How many phases are there?” Was this going to be like one of those bosses, where every time you thought you’d defeated them, there was another phase? Would he ever not be calibrating?

“Like I said, I honestly don’t know. It depends. But I know you’ll like this next one.”

John’s curiosity overcame his blissy exhaustion, and he cleaned himself up and returned to the couch.

“Alright, so what’s the next stage?”

“I have a promo code for you!”

“A promo code?”

“Yeah! Y’know, like for an in-game gift. But it’ll come in the mail.”

Arya gave him a URL to go to and he punched it in and was greeted with a website that was all black, except for two text entry boxes. Arya listed off two alphanumeric codes, explaining that one was her identifier, and the other was the code for his gift.

“Don’t they need my address?” he asked.

“They have it on file from shipping you the first box,” Arya said.

“That’s a good mix of convenient and not too creepy,” John said.

Arya nodded. “I agree. It can be fun to get surprises in the mail, but, well, I want you to be confident that I’m not telling anyone your secrets, so this seemed like a good compromise.”

They chatted a bit more before he logged off. Despite how tired he was, it took him a little bit longer to fall asleep than usual. What in the world was going to come in the mail?

What did Arya have planned?

Part 5: Paradise, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 29: A Proposal

They had eventually retired to Pasco’s hut and snuggled up on a bed of cushions. Ada awoke before him, early in the cool morning, and watched him sleep as parakeets twittered outside. Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t help but wonder if he was so very skilled because, well… he’d had lots of practice.

Now, that was the pot calling the kettle black something fierce. Ada had enjoyed many lovers back at the castle, but she was coming to realize that there was a difference between being a lover and a partner.

She wanted, deeply, for Pasco to be her partner. He’d happily agreed to be her lover, but what would he think of really marrying her, for real? He’d offered a marriage in name. Had that been only consideration for her, or did it also hint that Pasco was not looking for a partner after all?

And what, specifically, was Ada herself looking for? Not monogamy, certainly. That was not, to her, the difference between a lover and a partner.

As she watched him sleep, a deep and primal feeling came over her, a certainty that she would fight anyone, face any trial, run any distance, to be with him and care for him.

The difference to her between a lover and a partner, she realized, was that a lover was there for the fun stuff. For the sex, and the romance, maybe even for the thrill and adventure.

A partner, on the other hand, was also there for the harder things. For the anxious introspection. For the times when the tensions between two different dispositions were not so nice to tug on. For the soft spots and the rough patches. Someone who would listen as she talked through how angry she was with her parents, and yet how much she still, even now, yearned for their approval. Who would console her, and give her advice.

Someone who would tell her of their own hidden tendernesses, their own deep fears, so that she might soothe them in turn.

Someone at her side, holding her hand, if something terrible happened that they couldn’t stop, like the death of a friend or the loss of a home. Someone to cheer with her, knowing intimately the full depth of her joy when something wonderful happened, like her playful flight, or when the child had given her the headband of mismatched parrot feathers and conch horns, which she had set carefully over a hook on the wall.

All of those things were what she wanted so deeply to have with Pasco, but she was quite unsure of what she’d do if he didn’t want those things in return.

And yet the thought was beating around her chest like a caged bird. So, she thought that while he was asleep, she might confess to him and bleed off some of the urgency, so that she could perhaps endure a bit longer and find a better way to broach the subject.

“Marry me,” she whispered to him.

Pasco grinned in his sleep, but then his eyes fluttered open, and Ada realized with a flutter of panic that he had not been asleep at all.

“For real?” he asked, his voice hoarse from sleep, and quivering with a nervousness that mirrored her own. She realized suddenly what a fool she’d been to fear his rejection. He’d already practically confessed his feelings in the tavern, especially that he was frightened of boring her. Had he withheld any further proposals out of fear that she might see them as too much of a cage?

“For really real,” she said.

“A thousand times yes!” He turned towards her and caught her in his arms, then kissed her long and deep.

Ada would not normally have been able to endure such an embrace without developing a thirst that she could not leave unanswered. But those had been lovers’ kisses.

This was a partner’s kiss, as emotional as it was physical, and it meant something different. Still urgent, still visceral, but more vulnerable, sensitive.

It did not end with sex, but with Ada curled in Pasco’s arms, telling him about what she hoped for in a partner, and him echoing back her sentiments with equal enthusiasm. She told him about what she had learned in the pool, the way that stress made her seek sex and that she could finally relax with him.

“If it’s from stress then… is it bad sex?”

“No!” Ada said, wanting to quickly assuage the flicker of guilt in his eyes. “Not at all. In fact, it’s kind of fun. I mean, it’s hot, right? Like, I shouldn’t, but it just gets me so…”

“Insatiably thirsty?”

“Exactly!”

“You sure do like doing things you’re not supposed to.” He grinned with mischief.

Ada giggled. “Yeah. Sometimes. So, don’t feel bad. It’s still great sex. And… both is good. Because like, the waterfall… with you… and being so relaxed… it was, wow. Totally new to me.”

“Really?” Pasco seemed greatly encouraged by that. “It’s my favorite sort of way to climax, personally.”

“I can see why. And don’t get me wrong, I also love frantic, pounding, slavering sex.”

Pasco’s shaft twitched like Ada had hoped it would.

“So yeah… both is good. I like both in my life. I like you in my life.”

He brushed his fingers through her hair. “I like you in my life, too. Believe me, I would chain your little ass here in a heartbeat so that you could never leave, but I don’t want to trap you.”

“Please trap me.” Ada’s brain melted like hot candle wax and poured out of her ears. Her arm under her quivered and she collapsed into the pillows, arousal throbbing in her sex but her body too obediently limp to do anything about it.

Pasco raised his eyebrows. “It really gets to you when I talk like that, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” Ada said. “It’s like…” She bit her lip as she tried to find words, which was difficult with what he had just done to her mind. “It’s a bit like when I asked you to tie me up in the tavern. Which, yes, was for directly pragmatic purposes. And this feels a bit like that too, like… like I’m having a moment of lucidity, and for my own good, I do want you to trap me here. With you. And it’s not that I’ll really try to leave, or that I’ll really forget that I want to be here, it’s just that… it feels good to have something to tug against. Something that I can pull on, so that I can see how firm it is, and be confident that it isn’t going to break so that I know that you want me to be here, I know that you want me to stay, I can just…”

“Feel safe,” Pasco offered.

“Exactly. Does… does that make sense?”

He ran his fingers through her hair and she nearly melted again.

“It does make sense. I’ll ask the king and queen to come up with the most binding contract that they can think of.”

Ada whimpered and squirmed and that seemed to be what Pasco was going for, because he grinned wolfishly and continued.

“I am going to marry you so hard. And then I am going to fetter your little ass to me so that no matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you fight, I keep pulling and pulling you back to me, because you are trapped here with me my little dragon, and I am never going to let you leave.”

Ada was panting, quivering, intoxicated. “F-fuck me, fuck me right now!”

With a mischievous growl, Pasco did. There was no lingering this time, no teasing, just primal, visceral sex as if the climax would seal their promise.

Fucking with abandon like this, Pasco didn’t last long. “Fuck, fuck, Ada, I, Adaaaaa!” He thrust into her and stayed as his shaft throbbed and his seed coursed through.

“Yes, give it to me!” The sensation was hot and intense though not enough to make her climax. Even so, Ada felt waves of sympathetic pleasure roll through her and she moaned with him.

He lowered himself gently on top of her, still inside of her. His shaft twitched and she squeezed him. He gasped.

He was heavy enough that she couldn’t move him, she could only clench at him and try fruitlessly to grind against him.

As she shuddered, he started to get up.

“N-no,” she gasped. “D-don’t move. This is the kind of trapped… I want to be… forever.”

Pasco growled, his own arousal twitching back to life, keeping him firm inside of her. He kissed the nape of her neck, nibbled at her ear.

She squirmed and quivered.

He put his tongue to the side of her neck and licked her.

“Gods,” she moaned, “Nooo… fuck!”

Waves of heat shook in the pit of her stomach, but there was precious little sensation.

Without moving off of her, Pasco reached for one of her hands and brought it around and up towards their faces, then placed two of her fingers in his mouth. It was hot and wet and he moved his tongue over her sensitive fingertips, sucking at them.

There were so many nerves in her fingers and absolutely every sensation in her body was coordinating around her throbbing desire, and he brought her to the tantalizing edge just by sucking her fingers like that.

She rocked her hips as much as she could, but he was so heavy on top of her, she could hardly move, she could hardly breathe.

It was absolutely perfect.

“I can’t take it anymore…” she whined, “Let me up!”

Pasco started to shift, but then caught himself and settled down a bit heavier. “You know how to get me up if you really want,” he crooned in her ear.

Gods, her whole body was pounding with hot sensation.

“N-not fairrrr,” she gasped. “Let me up!”

She wriggled against him, trying to shove him off in earnest now. She was more and more certain, with each passing moment of struggle, that the was no way that she could get him off of her, no matter how hard she tried.

“Why do you want to get up so badly?” Pasco teased. “I thought you liked it here.”

“B-because! I need to…”

“You need to what?”

“I need to…”

“What’s that?”

“I need to come!”

“Hmmm…” Pasco considered. “No you don’t.”

Gods. She had truly created a monster.

“Yes, I do!”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll die.”

“Mmm I checked the history books, and y’know what? Nobody has ever died for lack of sex.”

Ada whimpered. “I’m going to!”

“No, I think you’re just fine.” He twitched his hips teasingly into her.

After so long marinating in arousal, the sensation was much stronger than before, especially the feeling of him inside of her. She clenched hard around him, the quivering light of sensation nearly blooming into orgasm before it flickered out again. She groaned.

“I think I’m going to keep you here forever,” Pasco said.

“You c-can’t…” Ada was panting heavily now, struggling to breathe under Pasco’s weight and her impending urgency.

“Oh yeah? And why is that?”

“B-because I… I’m gonna…”

“Because you’re going to die?” He thrust her hips into her again and she yelped.

Everything was so hot, so intense, that it was hard to tell where her torturous bliss ended and her impending orgasm began, until the heat ignited in an unmistakable way.

“N-no b-because I’m g-gonna… come!” Ada did not know what was going to happen if she became a dragon with him on top of her like this, so all she could do was scream, “Red, red!”

Pasco shoved himself off of her, the feeling of his shaft sliding out of her tipping her completely into her climax.

She came to her senses still feeling a firm pressure around her, but it was not Pasco anymore, it was the hut fighting to contain her draconic body. The walls groaned and Ada curled herself in more tightly, relieving the pressure.

Pasco sat in the center of the room, staring up at her with a grin, fortunately uninjured.

There was one other thing she was worried about having broken, but she sighed with relief as she saw it right at her nose, just barely having escaped the crushing force of her expanding body. The headband from the children still hung safely on the wall.

Ada would not be leaving the hut unless she tore it down or came again, because the door was much too small for her dragon body.

“I’m gonna need a bigger room,” Pasco laughed.

“Yes, please,” Ada grumbled in her dragon’s voice.

“I’m surprised you were able to come like that.”

“Well, it really gets to me when you talk like that, apparently.”

“Like what?” He grinned wolfishly.

Uh oh.

“Like when I call you a greedy little slut?”

Ada whimpered.

“Or when I tell you that you’re trapped here with me forever, because no matter how big or strong you are as a dragon, you will always, always cave to your thirst and come crawling, slavering back to me?”

Ada’s eyes rolled back in her head, her body trembled, wetness drooled from her mouth and from her vulva and onto the cushioned floor.

What Pasco said was true because she wanted it to be true.

She listened to him so completely because she loved everything he said.

She would always come crawling, drooling, begging back to him. He had her heart, her sex, her everything tied up around his little finger.

But, she had learned a thing or two about knots, and she knew that this was a slip knot. If ever it wasn’t what she wanted, if ever it was doing more harm than good, she could simply tug on her end and it would unravel, and she would be under her own power again.

Presently, she wanted everything that was happening. She wanted it so bad. She wanted to collapse to the floor in the pile of cushions and to ooze drool and femcum onto the floor for him, to plead and beg and please him. And the way that she had seen his arousal fall so quickly when he worried for her made her trust him even more. Unlike herself, he would never get too carried away that he was not listening to her true intent, keeping her true pleasure in mind.

With a shuddering sigh, she collapsed to the floor.

“What happened to the big, strong, dragon?” he teased. “All I see is a drooling, begging mess.”

“Pleeeeease…” she groaned.

“What are you even begging for?”

“I…” Ada searched in her heady confusion. “I don’t… I don’t know I…” Surely, there was something?

“Are you so lust-drunk that you’re begging just to beg?”

“N-noooo,” Ada moaned, though she knew the answer was ‘yes’. She curled up the knuckles of her back feet to touch herself.

“Ah ah,” Pasco said, “I don’t remember giving you permission to touch yourself.”

Ada yelped, her sex clenching, sending a wave of fluid out over the floor, but her feet stilled. “W-what?”

“You heard me.”

“B-but—”

“But what? You want to be a good little dragon, don’t you?”

Ada’s head flopped back down to the ground and she lay there dripping and dazed as Pasco started to stroke himself.

“Can you lick yourself?”

Ada nodded emphatically.

“Do you like it?”

“Y-yes, it just t-takes me longer than rubbing…”

“Perfect,” Pasco said. “Do that, then. Lick yourself for me.”

It was almost impossible for Ada to comply, the way that his tone of command seemed to melt her will into sheer heat. But somehow, she mustered her wits and curled into a tighter circle, draping her forearm over her back to hold her more easily in place, and she flicked her tongue out at her own sex.

She tasted amazing and it was enough to give her a surge of even greater desire and energy.

She started with long, slow licks over her outer scales, greedily licking and swallowing all of the wetness that covered her. That arousal sent more oozing out of her, which she licked up all the more enthusiastically.

Her inner labia were now puffy and swollen, spreading apart her scales with the most delicious stretch, and Ada pressed her tongue between them.

It felt so good to have something inside of her. Ada moaned, the sound traveling through the bones of her jaw and vibrating against the scales of her stomach. It was a lighter, more teasing feeling than the rumbling of the waterfall, but it felt amazing.

She pressed her snout harder against herself, spreading her outer labia more with the tip of her nose, savoring the strange twin sensation of the softness of her inner labia against her snout, and the arousal of her snout against her labia.

She licked deeper inside, tasting herself and drawing out even more fluid as her sex clenched.

Ada curled herself a bit tighter, pressing her snout just a bit deeper, until the tip of her chin rested against her clit and she moaned experimentally.

The sensation of vibration directly against her clit was so intense, so brilliantly pleasurable, that she could not help but moan even louder, which redoubled the intensity.

It was almost too much to handle but she couldn’t bear to stop. She licked and moaned and quivered and drooled and the heat ignited. Her roar of pleasure because the most intense sensation of all, rumbling through her in the delightful wave that rose up around her and carried her over a smooth, long peak and finally, gently, onto the shore.

Which was, in this case, a puddle of drool and femcum.

“Adaaaa…” Pasco gasped, stroking himself vigorously, somehow having resisted his own climax through all that. Gods bless that man.

His voice broke through her haze and she pulled herself to her knees under him. Though, this wouldn’t afford her the angle that she wanted. “Lie down,” she said.

His curiosity brought him back from the edge, though only just, as he complied.

She made sure that her hand was nice and slick with dragon cum, then came over to him where he lay, his legs slightly spread, still stroking, other hand cupping his balls.

Ada grinned down at him and slipped her hand over his perineum and to his rim.

“Fuck, yes, yes!” His face was alight with pleasure.

She slipped two fingers inside.

“G-gods you feel so good!” He gasped. “You’re gonna make me… you’re gonna make me…”

She pressed her fingers up into his spot of especial pleasure, and his muscles clenched around her as he started to come.

She greedily wrapped her mouth around his shaft, his hand falling limply to the side as she sucked and licked him through his long, trembling orgasm.

Finally, he started to shake with overwhelm and she gently withdrew and flopped down next to him.

Pasco heaved a sigh. “Gods, you made me come so much…”

Ada licked her lips with satisfaction. “I know.” Then, she surveyed the room, which looked as if it had recently been flooded. “You uh… made me, too.”

“Maybe we should just… live at the waterfall. It would make clean up way easier…”

“Oooh, sounds good to me.”

Bake Cookies, Write Smut

You have good taste

Tag Archives: ass play

Cutie Cumpire Measures Up

Chapter 48: Enveloped

Chapter 47: A Stretch

Chapter 31: Pretty Little Thing

Arachnia (Part II)

Chapter 7: You’ve Got Mail

Chapter 6: Porn Tinder

Chapter 29: A Proposal