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The Horny Sorority Ghost (Part III)

Continued from Part II

It was Halloween and a Wednesday, so the big party wasn’t until Friday, but that didn’t mean the girls couldn’t still have some holiday fun.

They lounged on the couches in the basement and watched spooky movies and munched on candy corn and giggled whenever something startled them, which was often.

In between movies, Chelsea went and grabbed a box from the closet. “I’ve got a surprise for everyone…”

The girls leaned in.

“Since Amber seems to believe this house is haunted—”

“You said it first!” Amber insisted.

Chelsea ignored her. “I thought it would be fun to break out the old ouija board and get a real answer once and for all.” Chelsea opened the box and placed the board on the ground between them.

The girls leaned in closer. 

Chelsea said, “Jess, Amber, help me out here.” The two girls giggled nervously, but obliged. They each put their fingers on the planchette and waited. 

“What should we ask first?” Chelsea said. 

Eddie felt an inexplicable draw to the board and reasoned that it wouldn’t hurt to have a little fun. Before any of the girls could answer, she looped an invisible finger through the hole in the planchette and pulled it over the printed word ‘hello’.

All eyes widened and the girls looked at each other, then giggled. 

Amber said, “Hello! Ummm… My name is Amber. What’s yours.”

Eddie spelled out, E, D, D, I, E.

“Eddie? A boy?”

Eddie quickly pulled the planchette to ‘no’. Then E, D, I, T, H.

Chelsea raised an eyebrow. “A grandma ghost?” 

Chelsea, Amber, and Jess each smirked and looked at each other knowingly, sure that one of the other two girls was steering the planchette. 

Eddie pulled the planchette to ‘no’ again. 

“Have you been dead a long time?” Chelsea asked.

‘Yes’.

“How old are you?”

1, 5, 0.

“What about when you died?”

2, 0.

Chelsea grinned. “Well I daresay that makes her an honorary member of the sorority, wouldn’t you?”

Borrowing from her peeks at the girls’ phones, Eddie spelled T, Y. 

“So,” Amber said, “Oh friendly sorority spirit. What do you want, haunting this house?”

Eddie had already answered before she thought she maybe should be more subtle. C, U, M.

The girls burst into giggles.

“Chelsea!” Amber said.

“What?! We all know it’s you!”

“Nuh uh!”

The argument devolved into tickling and shoving and the board lay forgotten in the middle of them.

Finally, they settled back in, Amber wiping tears of laugher from her eyes. “Oh man, a horny sorority ghost, that’s something.”

Eddie, forgetting a moment how the board was supposed to work, moved the planchette to ‘yes’ even though none of them were touching it. 

All eyes were wide. Nobody giggled, that time.

Chelsea blinked. “Did anyone else just see that?”

All the others nodded. 

“Jess? Amber? Swear on your life, were you steering that earlier?” 

They both swore. Chelsea did too.

One of the other girls said, “Do you really think…”

“I saw a ghost, once,” said another. 

“My aunt swears they’re real,” said another. 

“W-what do we do?”

“Well,” Chelsea said, either now comfortable with the idea or mustering her courage for the benefit of the other girls, “If it’s cum she wants, then I daresay Friday’s party will satisfy.”

Eddie couldn’t quite remember what parties had been like during her first life, but she was sure that this was very, very different.

Loud music came out of a metal and plastic box. Alcohol was distributed in flimsy red cups and the dancing was not organized at all. The costumes were all sorts of things, most of which Eddie did not recognize. The ones that she could identify were a pharaoh queen, a dog, and a mouse. 

The rest represented decades of celebrities and entertainment characters, a world that Eddie was just beginning to discover with her stolen peeks at the girls’ phones and laptops and movie nights.

The sexual energy of the party was incredible. The air was alive with energy and sweat and desire, and as alcohol flowed, libidos rose.

Eddie followed her instincts to the current hot spot of arousal, which was Amber and a jock chatting at the base of the stairs. Eddie deduced that this must be Amber’s boyfriend.

“The house is haunted,” Amber said, straining to speak over the music.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. We had a seance on Halloween. She’s a sorority ghost. Wants cum, apparently.”

The jock’s arousal flared higher. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah so… I thought we might… go upstairs for a bit. Keep the ghost happy.”

The jock grinned. “That’s the weirdest proposition I’ve ever heard, but don’t have to ask me twice.”

Amber grabbed his hand and pulled him up to her room. Eddie eagerly followed. Eddie did not know how she knew it, other than that a new instinct in her had been awakened, but what Amber was doing made this an offering, and offerings were so much more potent than scavengings.

The jock was fully hard by the time Amber shut her door behind them and Eddie floated invisibly through.

Amber pushed him onto the bed and he wiggled out of his pants and she kneeled between his legs and greedily took his member into her mouth.

Eddie superimposed herself over Amber, occupying the same space.

Amber she moaned into the jock’s shaft, probably attributing the rush of tingling heat to the alcohol or arousal as opposed to Eddie’s otherworldly influence.

The electric sensation of Eddie’s lips around his shaft built the jock’s arousal very quickly.

“F-fuck! You’re so good at this… I swear I usually last way longer… fuck, I’m coming!”

Amber moaned happily with his tip on the back of her tongue. Eddie, unrestricted by physics, pulled her lips to his base.

His eyes rolled back as he shook through his climax. Eddie let a little bit of it through for Amber so that she wouldn’t get too suspicious, but she greedily swallowed the rest of it herself.

The jock started to recover and picked his head up again, and he looked through Eddie for a moment.

Eddie quickly ducked into the bed.

“Fuck…” he said. “You made me come so hard I’m seeing double…”

Eddie cursed to herself. She was already having trouble staying invisible! It wasn’t her fault, there was just so much energy! And she could feel more of it, in the house below. Welling. Growing. Begging for her to take it.

Amber clambered up and sat on the jock’s face and Eddie was momentarily distracted by making sure that Amber squirted harder than she ever had before.

After that, Eddie found it difficult to shift through the ceiling and into the attic. As she passed through the floor, dust stirred around her. 

Curious, she focused for a moment and her hand became more visible. Then, reached out for a piece of paper that the mold guy had left behind. She was able to easily lift it.

A plan came together in her mind.

Eddie stood in the middle of the party, a sheet draped over her and brushing the floor. It was late enough in the night that the least inebriated partygoers were sloppy drunk, and so Eddie wasn’t facing much direct scrutiny anyway.

She floated over and found a boy who was looking especially drunk. She tried to say something like Amber had, but he wasn’t really following. Finally, she decided to just be direct. “I want to give you a blow job in the bathroom.”

That got his attention and he jumped up, eagerly following her.

She closed and locked the door behind them, marveling that she could. “I have one rule,” she said. “Lights off.” She flicked the switch, and the little bathroom went dark.

He would be blind, but she could easily see him shrug his shoulders. “Works for me.”

Eddie shrugged off the sheet as he unzipped his pants, his erection ready and waiting.

Without further ado, Eddie enveloped him in her mouth.

“Oh fuck… what are you… that feels… wow…”

Eddie could tell that she was manifesting more physically than she ever had since she’d died. While she would not quite feel like a living mouth and throat, she would certainly feel like more than just a hot tingle.

However she felt to him, it seemed to be working. Within a couple of minutes, his breath was fast and shallow. “Fuck, oh fuck, I’m gonna!”

He absolutely emptied himself down Eddie’s throat, and she greedily drank him down.

The rush of intoxicating power left Eddie feeling not sated, but even more ravenous than before. She quickly whisked the sheet back over herself and stepped out of the bathroom, leaving the boy struggling to zip his pants.

She invited a girl to the closet and then a boy upstairs, becoming more and more solid with every infusion of energy. And the stronger she became, the more she pulled out of each subsequent donor. It seemed to be pleasant for them, just leaving them sated and ready to sleep for the night.

After a second boy in the bathroom, Eddie was quivering with so much arousal that she tried to float back up to the attic, but found that in her current state, she could no longer pass through walls.

Then, she noticed Chelsea drunkenly attempting to assemble jello shots, and she got an idea. When Chelsea was looking the other way she grabbed a tray of shot glasses and ducked out through the back door of the house — actually opening the door, imagine that! — and into the autumn chill.

Eddie finally let the arousal explode out of her in wave after wave of pleasure, and when she was done, the shot glasses were full of viscous ectoplasm. The tray was fairly well covered, too, but Eddie guessed nobody would particularly notice.

She stepped back into the house, marveling again at the fact that she had to actually open and shut the door, and set the tray on the counter.

Chelsea had gotten distracted before even managing to open the jello packets, and she was drunk enough that she didn’t think anything of it when the guests cheered that the shots were ready and tucked in.

Eddie had been optimistic, but even she had not been prepared for just how quickly the party devolved into an outright orgy.

And it was incredible. Everywhere she turned there was a climax to devour, cum to guzzle. The men, normally so easily spent, kept it up and each came three, four, five times. The girls, not subject to such limitations, came many more times than that.

They muttered about ‘who spiked the punch’ and ‘good drugs’ and ‘must be dreaming’ and they came and came and came and seemed to have a grand old time.

Eddie could not help herself and she quivered under the sheet, oozing ectoplasm all over the place, hoping it would blend into the already sticky mess of spilled beer and liquor.

But despite the mess, not a single drop of cum made it to the floor. Eddie was certain of that.

It did not take long for the news of the incredibly sexy party to spread. Amber and Chelsea were now certain that the house was haunted and eagerly planned a follow-up party.

But that was still a week off and Eddie was hungry.

She had gained a new power from all that new energy. Now, she could sense dreams.

It was late morning and Eddie drifted over to where Jess lay, sleeping in and dreaming of missing class. No, that wouldn’t do at all. Eddie settled next to Jess and as the dream became more clear to Eddie, she nudged it just a little in a sexier direction.

Okay, maybe she shoved it aggressively in a much sexier direction.

Jess was now in class, sitting towards the back, and the boy that she liked from her chemistry class had his head buried between her legs under the desk. “Fuck, Jess! You taste so good!”

Jess hushed him but then she whimpered with pleasure. His tongue felt so good in her. It felt so good that she was going to come in class! In front of everyone! She didn’t care! God, she was going to come so hard!

And Jess did, both in her dream and in reality. Eddie drank it in, the flavor sweet and urgent.

Downstairs, Amber got a text from her boyfriend that piqued her arousal. Eddie drifted down and magnified that until Amber couldn’t help but rub one out in the bathroom before she left, even though she was already late for class.

That night, Eddie made the rounds and was quite delighted that Amber’s boyfriend had decided to spend the night. The next morning, Amber would find that for once, he wasn’t much interested in morning sex. It may have had something to do with the fact that Eddie had drained him six times over the night.

It wasn’t her fault that she’d taken so much — he kept having sexy dreams! She couldn’t help but join.

And so it went, the pleasure of the residents keeping the edge off of Eddie’s hunger as they waited for the next party. Even so, as the first partygoers stepped through the door, Eddie was ravenous.

This party went much like the first, except there were twice as many people. Eddie was in better control of her power, now, able to stay invisible and move around as she pleased.

And oh, how she pleased.

At first, she sampled from the lovers that scurried up the stairs or ducked into the bathroom. Then, she tempted whoever she could to a private area and then overwhelmed them with arousal until they couldn’t help but masturbate. 

She discovered something new when she went to tempt a boy who was fantasizing in the corner and he came right there and then, Eddie just barely managing to capture his cum before it went into his jeans instead of her mouth.

She could devour their energy even when they had their clothes on. She drifted around the party, making two boys climax as they kissed each other, pulling a girl through orgasm as she danced, descending upon the couch-locked stoners and sending them quivering with pleasure.

The more she consumed the more she radiated pure sexual energy into the air around her, the more aroused the partygoers were, the more there was for her to take.

Eddie became certain, as she drained the entire party dry, that she had well and truly become a succubus.

And thus began what Eddie called her third life.

The girls of the sorority usually insisted that their boyfriends stay over with them instead of the other way around, because the sex was always better in the house. They didn’t even mind that they could usually hear each other. In fact, they found it turned them on. Eddie made sure of it. 

And there were no nightmares — Eddie saw to that. The girls slept better and woke up feeling more refreshed than they ever had before. They even passed the whole winter season without anybody catching a cold.

The sorority threw a party every weekend. Eddie glutted herself on the passions of youth. She fancied herself guardian angel and eternal honorary member of the sorority. It was nice to be part of something, again.

Years passed and as each set of seniors graduated, they passed on the secret to the next:

The house was haunted by a friendly ghost named ‘Eddie’, short for Edith.

You might hear her moaning in the attic, but don’t worry, she’s just masturbating.

If you find something sticky and viscous, try a little taste. You’ll have a good time.

Eddie wants one thing and one thing only — cum. 

Girl cum, boy cum, nonbinary cum, any kind will do. So give the good ol’ girl what she wants, alright?

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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.”

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Part 4: The Convention, The Black Box

Chapter 19: Compensation Part II

John set his bags by his packed suitcase. 

Felix checked out the room and then flopped onto the bed. He rolled over and buried his face in the sheets, wiggling his ass in the air, and took a deep breath. He turned over his shoulder to look at John, grinning. “Mmmmmmm, smells like sex dreams.”

“I’m pretty sure you can’t smell dreams.”

“Am I wrong, though?”

“… No.”

“See? Hmmm all these sex dreams and nowhere to go! Or, nowhere to come, really. I want to see what this game has done to you.” Felix gestured at John’s straining jeans.

John started to undress and he remembered his strip tease with Arya, and he thought Felix might enjoy it too. So, he mustered as much sex appeal and silliness as he could, and he did a strip tease, tossing his clothes at Felix who could actually catch them.

“YAS,” Felix said, laughing, “Johnny boy, work it!”

John finished by shaking his ass at Felix, and he was surprised by a moan that cut through the silliness. 

“Careful,” Felix said. “Shake your ass like that and I’m going to start asking if it’s on the menu.”

It was John’s turn for a mischievous grin, and he turned to look at Felix. Now that John’s erection was free, it was throbbing as it hardened to full mast.

Felix had unzipped his jeans and freed his own dick, which he was already stroking.

John hesitated. “I actually haven’t… ever given a blow job before.” He worried for a moment if Felix might call the whole thing off, feeling that John had led him on.

Instead, Felix’s face brightened. “Oooh, then you’ll be learning from the best! Let’s throw a sheet over that chair so we can get comfortable.”

Felix kicked off his jeans after digging a condom out of his pocket and then together they pulled the flat sheet from the bed, folded it over, and draped it over the wingback chair by the window. It was important to respect future guests.

Felix settled into the chair, unfurling the condom over his length. John kneeled in front of him with a pillow under his knees, at Felix’s recommendation. 

“You ever eaten a woman out?” Felix asked.

“Yeah.”

“Cool, it’s the same, but different.”

“… right,” John said, a bit of anxiety creeping in.

“Why don’t you just get started,” Felix said, “Just do what feels right, and I’ll talk you through it.”

John felt like he should remember more from getting his own dick sucked, but apparently a state of intense arousal was not great for forming long term memories.

He started with his hands, stroking Felix’s shaft a few times, and then licked Felix’s tip like an ice cream cone. He glanced up, and Felix nodded approvingly, so John turned his attention more fully to Felix’s shaft.

He took more of Felix into his mouth, and though he felt like he’d taken Felix as deeply as he could, there was still half of Felix’s dick to go.

Before John could fret, Felix reached for the base of his shaft. “You can use your hand for the rest, like this. You can move with your mouth, or counter to it, or not move your hand. Moving together is better for building to orgasm but moving separately can be a good tease.”

Felix removed his hand and John put his own there, the condom lubricated enough to allow his hand to slide back and forth. He started simple, keeping his hand with his mouth, and rocked backwards and forwards, Felix’s tip sliding over his tongue.

“Yeah, exactly…” Felix said. “Just like that… Okay so another thing you can do is move your tongue at the same time, like—”

John tried it out right as Felix suggested it, holding Felix more in his mouth and lapping his tongue back and forth. The rest of Felix’s instructions were lost in a moan that brought John’s own erection bouncing back to life.

“J-just like that, yeah…” Felix said.

Felix’s moan reminded John of the toy that let him face fuck Arya, and so John hummed a long note. Felix quivered, his hand finding the side of John’s head to cup it gently. “God, yeah, good job. Okay, now, early on, variety is good, so be sure to give my balls some attention.”

John pulled Felix out of his mouth to ask, “With my hands or my mouth?”

“I was thinking your hands, but I like where you’re head’s at. Haha, literally.”

John gently scooped Felix’s balls towards him and gave them a slow, experimental lick. Felix moaned happily. So John continued, lapping at Felix’s balls, between them, around them, in long, slow licks, until Felix was quivering. “C-can you take them in your mouth? One at a time, and c-carefully, but you can suck a little bit.”

John spread his mouth as wide as he could and sucked gently at one of Felix’s balls, surprised that it slipped so easily into his mouth. He ran his tongue in circles and hummed and Felix gasped and started stroking himself, now that both John’s mouth and hands were occupied with Felix’s balls.

“Yep, j-just like that,” Felix stammered. “God, that feels so good…”

After a minute, John transitioned over to Felix’s other side, which brought a fresh round of gasps and moans. 

John was loving it but his neck was getting a bit cramped with the angle, so he pulled back and brought a long, slow lick up from between Felix’s balls towards his shaft. Felix caught his drift and moved his hand.

John licked all the way up his shaft to his tip and rolled his tongue at the end.

“Fuuuuuuck, yes,” Felix said.

 John closed his mouth around Felix’s shaft again, his other hand gently rubbing Felix’s balls.

“I-if you wrap your lips over your teeth… yeah, just like that, you can… you can go faster…”

John hummed his acknowledgement which made Felix twitch, and then set to pumping Felix faster and harder, one hand on Felix’s shaft, the other on his balls.

Felix kept talking him through. “A little faster… yes! yes! oh— slow down for a sec… yeah, just like that… grip a little firmer… yeah… oh, your other hand is pinching— yeah, that’s better. Fuck, you’re a quick learner and… nghhh, so eager to please…” Felix ruffled his fingers through John’s hair, a bit like he was petting a dog, and John was surprised by how much he liked that comparison.

Long, lovely minutes passed, and Felix gasped and moaned and panted in the most delicious way. His hips bucked suddenly, and he stammered, “s-sorry, that h-happens when I get… really worked up… I c-can’t help it so we can change…”

John pulled back for a moment. “I don’t mind, I think it’s… pretty hot. If you don’t mind that I might gag a little bit…”

“There’s nothing I love more than the sound of a man who wants my dick more than oxygen,” Felix said.

John took Felix deeper than he had before on the next stroke, and sure enough, his reflex kicked in and the muscles of his abdomen and his throat clenched. In this heady, aroused state, any sort of involuntary muscle contraction had a sensual quality, and John’s throat watered with a thicker mucous as if to invite Felix’s dick to come on down.

John figured that his throat might work a bit like his ass did, and so he focused on relaxing, on cultivating a sense of anticipation, eagerness to have Felix’s tip in his throat, imagining it sliding easily and comfortably, all the way to the base.

He was able to take Felix a full inch further than he had before. As badly as he now wanted to hilt Felix, he also didn’t want to over-do it on his first try.

Felix’s hands were claws, gripping the arms of the chair, his face a mix of pleasure and focus as he fought to keep his hips from bucking. Periodically, he thrust into John’s mouth. John found that his hand at Felix’s base helped him resist the full thrust and control the depth.

Eventually, Felix started to really shake. John just sat still and let him thrust his tip back and forth over John’s tongue, John’s hand still controlling the depth.

“S-sorry,” Felix said, “You’ve g-got me, hngh, worked up real good.”

John wondered if that meant that Felix might be close and so he abruptly redoubled his efforts, returning to his enthusiastic stroking, sucking, and licking.

Felix moaned wonderfully, his whole body going tense, his balls tightening and pulling up, his hands gripping the chair, and John thought he might be getting close.

Felix put his hand on John’s forehead and started to push him away. “S-stop for a sec.”

John promptly obeyed, settling back to sit on his feet, worried he’d somehow hurt Felix. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, yeah,” Felix said, “I was just gonna… god I was gonna fuck your face so hard. But that was not something that you had agreed to, so. Phew. I needed a sec.”

When John had originally been reading about the need for more explicit consent in sexual encounters, he’d worried that it would make them feel too medical, too programmatic, not spontaneous enough. And yet, he now truly understood how wrong that he had been. He felt a fuzzy warmth, a deep appreciation, that Felix had been so aroused and yet so adamant to not do anything that would make John uncomfortable. The mutual trust and lack of fear meant that John could sink so much more deeply into the experience.

“Here’s another pro tip,” Felix said, as he recovered his ability to think. “Don’t judge the quality of the blowjob by whether it makes the other person come or not.”

Was this Felix’s way of letting him down easy that he was too inexperienced to make the man come? But, Felix seemed genuine, so John reserved his self-judgement for a moment.

“‘cause like… my boyfriend can make me pop in like two minutes flat, right?”

John grinned wryly. “This isn’t really making me feel better.”

“Just hear me out! I mean it, I swear. ‘cause like, that’s fun. Great for stealth BJs. But like, then the fun is more like, that I know I came somewhere, and not the actual coming, because it just doesn’t feel as good when it’s that quick. So like… god I love a slow build. And like with the boyfriend, we stretch it out, make it work. But like here, you can’t make me come, so then there’s just this amazing, like… desperation, like, I wanna come so bad, and you want to make me come so bad, and there’s just this amazing… deprivation.” Felix’s hips bucked into the air at his own words, and he humphed. “Like, I wasn’t anywhere near getting you to come under the table, was I?”

It felt rude to say so, but Felix’s matter-of-fact approach was rubbing off on John, as John was rubbing him off. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“But like, it was amazing, wasn’t it?”

John nodded, knowing that Felix was getting through to him. “Totally.”

“Like, look at this,” Felix said, lifting his shaft and directing John’s attention to the looser tip of the condom, where John could see a prodigious amount of pre-cum already collecting. “Look at what you’re doing to me,” Felix whined, and John shivered. He took a moment to capture that memory. That was the kind of line that he would play on loop to push him over to climax, right alongside Arya’s breathy and desperate ‘I’m gonna’.

“Do you believe me now? This,” Felix waved an open hand in a circle at John kneeling in front of him, “This is top ten BJs. And I’m not just saying that. Scout’s honor.”

“I do believe you,” John said. “And I’m not just saying that. Scout’s honor.”

“Alright, I think I’ve cooled off enough for you to go at it again,” Felix said. “When I tell you to, switch down to my balls. You can suck, tug, lick, any of that. Just no teeth. I’ll handle my shaft so you can use both hands. And if you’re really feeling generous, and you really want to feel like you’re the one that pushed me over the edge, you can finger my ass. Works every time. But, no pressure. I promise I’m gonna have a great orgasm either way.”

John nodded, said “Ten four,” and then enveloped Felix’s shaft again. He started slow and lingering, more confident now than he had been at the start. He wanted to make Felix regret that he’d said he liked a slow build. He wanted to make Felix beg. John caught himself, knowing that begging was not an agreed upon part of this encounter, especially since it would require more carefully established safe words, but he could still fantasize about it. 

Even if Felix himself wasn’t begging, his body was. His balls tightened, pulling up inside, and he leaked more pre-cum into the condom, which John could feel under the plastic with the tip of his tongue. He trembled and twitched and panted and moaned. He tangled his fingers in John’s hair and John could feel the tension as he no doubt had to fight the urge to grab John’s head and pull him deeper.

Eventually, both of Felix’s hands ended up back on the arms of the chair, and his hips twitched. John slowed, treating him to long, luxurious licks. After a minute, Felix’s hips bucked again and then he started to shake. 

“Okay, okay,” Felix said “Give me my fucking dick, I can’t take it anymore.”

A hot wave washed over John and he obeyed. 

Felix took his shaft and started stroking, John returning to sucking and licking at Felix’s balls. Tensed as they were, John was not going to be able to get them into his mouth, so he opted for wide, flat licks.

“Fuck, that’s so fucking good,” Felix said, igniting even more motivation for John. He was feeling generous, and he did want to feel like he’d been the one to push Felix over, so as he licked he brought one hand up and reached behind Felix’s balls, towards his ass.

Felix moaned louder than he had before. John was sure that anyone in an adjacent room could hear, and John was sure that he didn’t care. 

Felix pressed his hips foreward to give John a slightly better angle, his body once again begging for stimulation. John reached up a bit further and found Felix’s rim, then made small circles with his fingertips.

Felix’s breath was heaving, coming in ragged gasps as he pumped vigorously, and if Felix was anything like John that meant that his climax was imminent.

“You’re gonna make me come so fucking hard,” Felix panted.

It seemed like John wouldn’t have time to do much exploring, so he pressed the rest of his hand against Felix so that he was massaging both Felix’s perineum and his rim at the same time.

“Fuck!” Felix said. “You’re gonna make me…” The muscles of his rim started to twitch rhythmically. John leaned back to get a full view and he kept his hand moving in circles at Felix’s perineum and rim. “You’re gonna make me…” The contractions became stronger.

Felix heaved a moan and on the long exhale, an especially long contraction ran from his ass all the way to his base, a pulse that brought with it a stream of cum that started to fill the tip of the condom. John was mesmerized to watch Felix’s pulsing cum vein as wave after wave flowed through him, until Felix collapsed back against the chair. He sighed, blowing a strand of hair out of his face. “Phew. That was… wow. How are you feeling?”

John had been fairly successful in keeping his focus on Felix, and it helped that he’d needed two hands, but his throbbing erection now demanded his attention. He realized that he’d actually been dripping on the carpet, and he touched his fingers to his tip and they came away moist with pre-cum.

Felix noticed and reached out and grabbed John’s hands, licking John’s fingers. John was not prepared for how strong the wave of arousal was from that, and his hand found his shaft, though it was his non-dominant hand and a bit clumsy and teasing.

Felix pulled away and licked his lips, leaving John’s fingers wet and his mind fuzzy.

“How are you gonna make it back home like this?” Felix said.

“I don’t know,” John moaned. It depended on how much time they had left. He checked his watch. It was already thirty minutes past when he should have been leaving the hotel. Felix’s blow job had lasted over an hour. “Shit! I’m late!”

“Oh, sorry!” Felix jumped back to life and started to carefully remove his condom, both his and John’s attention lingering lustfully on the fairly impressive amount of cum contained within. 

John quickly dressed, the sudden panic diminishing his erection enough that he could actually get his jeans on. He crammed his souvenirs in his suitcase, glad that he had already packed.

Within in a minute, he was ready to go. Felix followed him as he hurried down to the lobby. Felix lingered as John checked out, and then John turned to him as he reached the front doors. 

“Have a good flight,” Felix said, “And text me, okay, Johnny boy? I want to hear about how this little game of yours finishes.” Felix gave John a peck on the cheek and then sauntered back over to the bar.

John stood in the doorway like an idiot, face warm and heart racing, for nearly a minute before he remembered that he was late for his flight and hastily hailed a cab.

He made it to the airport, fidgeted impatiently in the security line, jog-walked to the terminal, and heaved a sigh of relief as he arrived just as his boarding group was called. As he settled into his seat, he texted Felix. Caught my flight, but only barely.

He sent that, but as soon as the bubble appeared in the conversation, he worried it might sound accusatory. So he added, Totally worth it. 11/10 would recommend.

He kept his phone out, hoping that Felix might respond before it was time for the plane to taxi.

Just as the announcement that it was time to put electronics in airplane mode was finishing, Felix’s response appeared. 

good! sounds like u just wrote your black box review too, haha

kinda bummed i didn’t strand you tho tbh

would have been fun

He then sent the wink kiss emoji and a bunch of eggplants.

John wasn’t quite sure what to say and the plane was starting to move, so he just sent back tru and a wink emoji before he flipped the switch to airplane mode.

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Part 4: The Convention, The Black Box

Chapter 16: The Velvet Table

“That is quite the predicament,” Felix said. “Just like how…” He reached into the box on John’s lap, which was now nearly empty. He drummed his fingers on the cardboard that was right above John’s crotch, sending sparks up John’s painfully restrained erection. John shuddered. Felix continued, “The last few are always so hard to get out of the box…”

Felix took his time rooting around.

Heat flushed down John’s legs and rose in his face, his eyes fluttering shut momentarily.

Finally, Felix relented, grabbing the last few samples and putting them on the table.

John kept the empty box in his lap. He now had even more erection to hide. “I um, I get the feeling that you’re flirting with me,” John said.

“Do you like it?” Felix asked.

“I do,” John said.

“Do you like boys?”

John was actually kind of surprised that Arya hadn’t brought it up before, though he would certainly talk it through with her when he got back. “I wouldn’t have thought I did, before but… I’m a lot more open, now, than I was… before.”

Felix grinned coyly. “Yeah, I bet you get that ass wide open.”

John’s heart fluttered.

“If you’re… open to it,” Felix continued, “I was thinking I could give you a bit of a hand job, to thank you for giving me that juicy insider info. Not to completion, of course, I wouldn’t ruin your game.”

John immediately imagined the feeling of Felix’s hand on his shaft, which set him throbbing even harder. Felix seemed nice and John was probably just being prejudiced, but he didn’t want a seemingly spontaneous encounter to suddenly become a bill. “I really respect your line of work, but I’m not sure something… transactional is what I’m looking for, right now.”

“Can I give you a pitch?” Felix asked.

John would have expected the man to be more pushy in general, but he was now appreciating that Arya’s emphasis on connection and consent was not as unique as he’d thought.

“Yeah, okay,” John said.

“I actually get off on it being transactional. Doing it for the money… or, well, not really me gaining the money, but them losing the money. I’d suck off just about any man who burned a fifty for it, y’know?”

John did not know. “How do you… how do you like it, as a job?”

Felix shrugged. “A job’s a job. It has its fun moments. It has its tedium. Some occupational hazards. I like sex. I like the acting, I actually wanted to go into theater, before I got into this.”

“Does it feel… fake to you, then?”

“Not at all. I guess you could call it… storytelling, more so. Like, I’m telling a story together with my client. A story is real enough, in your head.”

For the second time, John was struck by how quickly and accurately Felix could sum up the words that he’d been struggling with for so long. It was not that Arya was fake, it was that she was a story. Stories were real. They weren’t people, but they could feel like people. “I might just have to have you write my review, you’re way better at talking about this than I am.”

“Well, then you’d have to suck me off,” Felix said coyly.

“I will take that into consideration,” John said.

“Is that code for ‘no’?” Felix asked.

John shook his head. “It’s code for ‘I’ll take that into consideration’.”

Felix seemed to brighten even more. 

“So,” John said, “Is it just a coincidence with your line of work and this gig? Or did they ask for your best bedroom eyes, handing this stuff out?”

Felix laughed a bit harder than John expected, giving John the feeling that there was some other layer of humor that he was unaware of. “I had thought it was a coincidence at first. I’m listed on a site for odd jobs, but now that I think of it, they had my email directly. They could’ve gotten it from the agency, I guess. I couldn’t figure what their angle was, but, I guess it makes sense to have a sex professional represent a sex game, if they’re not going to bother to send one of their own.”

“I think they’re trying to build the mystique,” John said. “The less you know about it, the less you can spoil the surprise for others.”

“Well, now I can spoil the surprise for them.”

“Will you?”

“Nah. I can respect the rules of the game.”

The way that Felix looked at him, John was sure that Felix was also speaking of John’s own game, and his standing offer. Felix had given his pitch, but John hadn’t given a response. Felix did truly seem to be enjoying himself, and who was John to judge Felix’s sincerity? Like Felix had said, it was about the storytelling, so even if Felix was ‘acting’… that didn’t mean that it diminished his enjoyment, or John’s.

The image of Felix masturbating later to the memory of stroking John under the table flashed through John’s mind, and his dick twitched in response.

John cleared his throat. “I didn’t get distracted from your pitch. I accept your offer.” He instinctively wanted to clarify the guardrails and rules of the encounter, and he realized that was because Arya always did. He couldn’t believe it had ever not been habit. 

He considered what the stop signal should be. Perhaps he could grab Felix’s wrist. But, actually, if he grabbed Felix’s wrist what he’d really want was for Felix to keep going. The tension of gripping Felix to try to slow him down, and Felix pushing back… it excited John even more. “If I need you to stop, I’ll pretend to sneeze. If I grabbed your wrist and you kept going, would that be okay?”

Felix grinned eagerly. “Grab me as hard as you want. Until I fake sneeze. That works well here.”

“Okay. Cool.” John looked out over the crowded convention center, realizing what was about to happen, and his mouth went dry. “I’ve never done anything like this before,” he said quietly.

Felix patted his arm reassuringly. “All the more fun, then. You can let me take the lead. Here, we should scoot up nice and close to the table, and you can ditch your box.”

John did as Felix recommended, and it ironically made them look like they were even more attentive to the table, though they would be the opposite.

Felix waited for gaps in the crowd to give his instructions. “You should unzip yourself and get situated, that’ll be best.”

The sensation was already intense as John undid his zipper, a thrill coursing through him. As he finally freed his dick from its captivity, he sighed with relief. Even just this was a welcome respite.

He heard Felix’s chair shift and knew what was coming, and then Felix’s hand, warm and soft, was on his shaft.

John put his elbows on the table and rested his chin on his hands.

Between the deprivation, the long arousal from telling his story, and the thrill of being in public, every touch felt absolutely incredible. Felix started with his fingertips, mapping out John’s shaft, and then gently curled his fingers around, but didn’t stroke yet.

Even with all of his experimenting with Arya, John had not yet played a game where the premise explicitly excluded orgasm. This game was about only the pleasure in the present moment. John couldn’t stop himself from imagining blowing his load under the table, gripping the velvet edges, painting his jeans and the floor and the inside of the velvet, struggling and only barely succeeding to hide his true activity through a feigned yawn or stretch.

That was a dangerous fantasy, though, in that it rapidly built John’s arousal. Felix continued stroking, still light and soft, but enough to make John quiver periodically.

Though, as Felix continued, John realized that it wasn’t building him towards orgasm. He realized that that shouldn’t surprise him. Everyone was different, and he would have had to coach Felix if Felix was going to get him off with a hand job.

The serendipity was that John could then lean into the pleasure more, not at risk of breaking his rules, just savoring the sensation of another person’s hand on him. It always felt different, when the touch came from someone else. This was a different sort of wonderful than what he and Arya shared.

Soon a dreamy, hazy pleasure settled over John, distinct from the hot, urgent need that was more often his experience. As folks stopped by for their samples, Felix continued to rattle off his script.

 John wondered if to the people who came by, he himself simply appeared to be high. His eyes were certainly dilated and unfocused, his cheeks flushed, his posture melting back into the folding chair.

Felix gradually accelerated his pace, but he was limited by friction and fortunately professional enough to not push it. He had to pause to add more boxes to the table and when he did he kept one in hand. He opened it and tipped out the contents, which was a tiny glass vial. Under the table, where John watched out of the corner of his eye, Felix poured out the contents onto his hand closest to John.

A moment later, John’s shaft was enveloped in soft, slick heat. The lube was the same that had come with his own box, silky and slick to the touch. The sensation heightened and John’s toes curled in his sneakers. He put a hand flat on the table so that he could grip a handful of the velvet and squeeze, trying to find somewhere to bleed off the warm energy that was building in his shaft.

Felix was enthused by that reaction, and just as John was starting to worry that he might have to tell Felix to stop, Felix changed it up. He put his fingers under John’s tip and swirled them there, gently brushing by the incredibly sensitive spot of John’s frenulum, and causing John to shudder and grip the velvet more tightly.

Felix’s fingers then wandered lower to John’s balls, which he first cupped and then gently massaged. And he continued to do that for a while, building a different kind of tension and sensation for John, a mix of blissful pleasure and also throbbing denial. 

The touch felt so good, but his shaft begged for sensation again. He forced himself to keep his hands above the table. He thought about putting his hand to his already slick shaft and indulging, but then he was really sure he wouldn’t last. So, the thought remained just a thought.

As John stole a glance over and saw Felix’s look of mischief, he’d have sworn that Felix had been tempting him on purpose, seeing if he could get John to touch himself.

Felix continued for a few more long, agonizing, wonderful minutes. John took deep breaths, settling back towards savoring the pleasure and away from the table-gripping urgency.

Then, suddenly, Felix returned to John’s shaft and started pumping, hard. John was certain then that Felix was testing him. Not so much breaking the rules as provoking John to assert them.

John’s hand darted under the table and he grabbed Felix’s wrist, hard.

Felix’s face flushed pinker. He pushed against John’s grip, as much as he could without revealing the struggle above the table. John had the better leverage, so Felix’s hand stayed more or less in the same spot, and so Felix started brushing his fingers over John’s shaft again.

With his hands still on Felix’s wrist, John moved his hand back and forth, stroking himself through Felix’s grip. Felix caught the drift and flexed his fingers to vary the sensation.

A warm buzz lingered, but John’s urgency faded again. John eventually released Felix’s wrist, and Felix kept up the slow stroking.

In a quiet moment where nobody was close to the table, Felix said, “You’ve got some serious discipline, don’t you?”

“Just lots of practice, I guess,” John said, “Though I assure you I don’t feel very disciplined.”

“I could really put you to the test,” Felix said, sounding genuinely excited. 

John wasn’t so arrogant to think that he could truly tell, but Felix didn’t seem to be acting at all this point. 

“The ultimate risk reward,” Felix continued. “If you win, you get to go tell Arya that you passed the ultimate test. If I win, I get a delicious snack.”

“So wait, what, if you win I’m buying you a funnel cake?” There was, in fact, a funnel cake stand a few stalls down.

Felix snorted. “Uh. No.”

John understood suddenly that Felix had meant John’s ejaculate, not a convention snack. He was offering to suck John’s dick. “Oh.” Felix was exactly right that it would be the ultimate risk reward. It would be the test of all the control and denial that he had been cultivating these last weeks. John wanted that. He wanted that very much.

“Is that a ‘yes’?” Felix asked, eager.

John nodded.

“Still good with a fake sneeze?” Felix asked.

John nodded, not able to do much more than that. 

Felix scanned the convention floor, waited until no one was looking, turned and pretended to bend over to pick up another box, and then crouched suddenly to the ground and ducked under the table.

A long, long moment passed before he did anything else, perhaps waiting to see if anybody reacted to his sudden disappearance, but more likely he was teasing John. It was working. John felt hyper-aware of everything around him, from the roaring sound of the crowd to the sensation of the still air on his exposed dick, to the dampness of the velvet under his sweating palms.

And then, Felix’s hot, soft, wet mouth around his shaft. John couldn’t help but moan. Fortunately, nobody was too close to the stall at that point.

Felix took his sweet time, slowly touring John’s dick with his tongue, even taking a moment to hold one of his balls totally within his mouth, and then the other. 

Mercifully, excruciatingly, Felix didn’t know John’s preferences or tells and therefore was not at high risk to actually make him come. 

As conference-goers came up for their samples, John greeted them according to the script, his voice husky and soft with pleasure, his eyes gentle and fluttering, his cheeks tinted red. 

When nobody was paying him direct attention, John let himself gasp and moan, the noises swallowed in the constant din of the convention hall. 

He longed to thrust deeply into Felix’s throat, but he withheld. First off, Felix might not appreciate that. And second, even if he did, there was no way that John could face fuck him subtly. So, he was resigned to accepting whatever hot, wet, sucking stimulation that Felix would provide. 

And his hands were not idle, as they greedily wandered John’s thighs and calves and even his ass, emboldened by their code for ‘stop’. At one point, Felix struck up a regular rhythm with his tongue and throat, one hand on John’s balls and the other on his ass, and John was perilously close to needing to ask him to stop, an urgency building that John would soon be unable to leave unanswered.

But just as John was mustering a fake sneeze, Felix changed his tact, and John faded back into a quieter pleasure. 

And it was wonderful. And sensual. And thrilling. And without John’s climax to end it, it was dependent on Felix’s interest and comfort. Eventually Felix’s attentions tapered off and faded, and John watched for a good opportunity to signal Felix that he could return to the table.

When he popped back up, Felix’s hair was in a bit of disarray and John tucked it back for him. John’s shaft was cold with the lingering moisture from Felix’s mouth, and he enjoyed the novel sensation. 

As Felix settled in, John glanced over and noticed that Felix was sporting his own erection behind his tight pants. He scooted up to the table to hide it. 

Felix was flushed and breathing heavily. “What if I…” he whispered to John, “What if I came under the table.”

“That would be pretty hot,” John said. 

Felix’s dick was out faster than John thought possible to work a zipper and then Felix was stroking himself under the table, just as John had imagined himself doing. And Felix was not bound by the rules of the game. John found himself suddenly excited that anyone might find release in such a place, even if it wouldn’t be him.

He took the lead greeting guests as they approached as Felix stroked himself with fresh lube under the velvet-covered table.

John leaned back in his chair so that he could see Felix’s hands, working furiously away at his erection. 

In a lull of foot traffic, Felix panted, “If you can’t come then… I’m gonna come… hard enough… for the both of us…”

Felix was not particularly subtle as he came, his eyes rolling back and his breath coming in ragged gasps as he spurted on the inside of the velvet, but his timing was lucky and nobody took any particular notice.

After he settled, Felix licked himself off of his fingers. “What a good gig,” he huffed.

John grinned and his dick throbbed. “I should get going, but I’ll be in touch about the review.”

“You better be in touch,” Felix crooned. 

John gathered himself and rose from the stall, lest he linger and ruin his game. He would not be able to last much longer behind that velvet table with Felix. And, there really was more of the convention that he wanted to see.

So he bid the young man a warm farewell, for now, and headed back out into the hall. 

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Part 3: Feature Set, The Black Box

Chapter 12: BB BJ

The third package had finally arrived. Even though John had a review that he should have been working on, he went down to the mail room as soon a he got the delivery notification. Unwilling to wait for the elevator, he bounded up the stairs two at a time. A bit out of breath, he settled in at his kitchen table to open it. The only thing he paused to do was put on the headset so that Arya could join him.

Arya looked eager as ever. “I cannot wait for you to see this one!”

There were two packages and the first now said ‘open me!’. John did, and soon recognized the foot-long soft cylinder in his hand as a masturbator sleeve. It was heavy with a flat base, matte black, and the entrance was a simple circle. 

Arya eagerly walked him through setup, which involved setting the toy on its flat base on the edge of the table so that the entrance pointed over the edge, conveniently at dick height. Part of the extra weight was some additional internal mechanisms, like a chamber that he filled with lube. He’d already put in a plug a bit earlier, one of the smaller ones that was comfortable for long-term wear. 

It would be nice to get some thrusting action involved for variety, and he surprised himself by being aroused instead of embarrassed at the idea of Arya watching him fuck the toy. 

But then Arya surprised him by climbing up onto the table. She winked at him and then lay on her stomach on the table, facing him. She put her chin on her hands and lifted her feet and hooked them together.

The toy was underneath her between her elbows, and then it completely disappeared. He could see only the surface of his kitchen table. Just like when Arya had made his dick look larger than life, the AR was now subtly re-rendering real objects.

Her eyes turned up at him, her feet swaying slightly, and the smile on her black lips captivated John.

Arya said, “I was thinking… I’d like to suck your dick today. Would you like that?”

John’s knees went weak. “Yes I would… like that very much.”

“Let me see how much, then!”

John undressed his lower half and he was now sporting a throbbing erection for those soft, black lips. 

“Good boy!” She crooned. “Now I’m going to take a moment to get situated. I don’t need to breathe or anything, so you just have fun, okay?”

John nodded. “Okay.”

Arya settled down, her chin on the table where he remembered the toy was, and her lips waiting for him in the appropriate spot. But she did not simply assume the position. She waited, licking her lips, feet swaying, ass jiggling lightly. As she wiggled, her skirt fell up over the curve of her back, exposing her ass.

John took a moment, lined his tip up, then hesitated. 

“Give it to meeeee,” Arya crooned. 

John did not need to be told twice and he slipped his tip between her lips. It was soft, and warm, and wet, and though he knew it was because of the mechanisms inside the toy, he believed it was because Arya had wrapped her mouth around his tip. 

He moaned. 

She moaned back, a vibrator or a speaker or something in the toy, but seamless and totally convincing. 

“Fuck,” John said. 

He pressed a bit deeper, savoring the warmth. Given Arya’s limitations, it was less that she was giving him a blow job and more that he was face fucking her, but that didn’t make him feel any less turned on as he withdrew slightly, then pressed in deeper. Arya moaned happily, the sensation enveloping him.

Slowly, gently, he pressed himself all the way in to his base. He lingered there a long moment as Arya hummed, their position not limited by oxygen or comfort, and he basked in the feeling of wet heat all around him. 

She arched her back and wiggled her ass at him and a gentle suction pulled at him, as if she were trying to gulp him down. 

His hips bucked and Arya moaned at the pleasant surprise, and though he pulled back out as slowly as he could, it was not long before he was face fucking Arya with a steady rhythm. 

Her ass jiggled with every thrust, and he would have sworn that she turned the physics up on purpose as soon as she noticed that he was enjoying it. Though there was not much movement within the toy other than the vibrations, she made a sucking, slurping sound like his dick was the best thing she had ever tasted and she couldn’t get enough. 

He was not going to last long. The thrusting and delicious wet heat told his body that his dick was somewhere that semen belonged and his balls were already twitching for release. 

Even so, he didn’t want it to be over yet, so he pulled out for a moment to recover. 

Arya looked up at him again, and licked her lips. “C’mon,” she said, “give me a snack.”

“I-I’m trying to have at least a little stamina here,” John said wryly. 

“Fuck that,” Arya said, “I want it NOW.”

John’s hips twitched in the air of their own accord. “Then you’re getting it.” He thrust back into her mouth, deep, and she thanked him with a gulping moan. He gripped the edge of the table and pounded her mouth, hard, fast, primal. Her ass jiggled in the most captivating way, and just like the thrusting and the warm wetness, it activated a deep mammalian urge in John. 

Blood pounded through his body from the mix of exertion and arousal. 

She moaned louder. 

John panted. “H-here’s your fucking snack!”

With a final thrust all the way to his base, he came in her moaning, slurping, sucking, warm, wet mouth.

As he rode down from his climax he lingered for a long moment as she hummed around him, until he became too sensitive and wobbled back into a chair, now closer to eye level with Arya.

She folded her arms into a pillow, rested her head, and looked at him. “How was that?”

“You’re amazing,” John said. “That was really— it felt so…”

“It’s okay to say it felt real,” Arya said. “It was very real in your brain, which is the sex organ that matters, of course.”

“Yeah… wow. What uh… what else can we do with that?”

“Well, I can go like this.” Arya rolled over onto her back and tilted her head back over the table, looking at him upside down. “If you like to see your dick expand my throat, this is a good angle.” She ran a finger down the front of her neck. “Plus, it makes my boobs jiggle. We can play with size, too.” Her fingertips trialed down to her stomach. “And all sorts of other fun things. Cum inflation, if you’re into that.”

“I… don’t think I’m into that.” John said. He hesitated, but Arya always had such good answers, so he continued. “Does that make me… boring? Too vanilla?”

“No!” Arya said. “Not at all. There’s no such thing as too this or that. Just what you like and what you don’t like. And that can change over time, or not. Either way is okay. You can open the second box, now. It’s one I think you’ll like quite a bit.”

John complied and soon found that Arya was right. The second box held two mounds of jiggly silicone, poured in layers of different firmnesses for an incredibly realistic feel. John turned back to Arya and she was bent over the table, ass in the air, labia puffy and wetness dripping down her leg. 

She looked over her shoulder at him and bit her lip, a picture of pin up glory. 

His dick twitched back to life. Surely a second round wouldn’t hurt? And maybe he’d actually last long enough to really savor it this time. 

Arya winked and stepped aside, allowing the toy to reappear so that he could attach the synthetic ass cheeks appropriately. As soon as she was pleased with the placement, the toy became invisible again, and Arya resumed her position. 

Tentatively, John reached forward and grabbed her ass. Her skin yielded around his fingers, but underneath was firmer muscle. He gave one of her cheeks a light spank, and her ass jiggled accordingly. 

“Oh, wow…” He reached further up to the small of her back, where there was no toy, and where he touched her skin it melted into little spots of light, just as when he’d thrown his clothes at her. 

She giggled. “Hey, that tickles!”

He smiled. In some ways, that made everything more convincing. She was still cartoonish, after all, so it seemed more appropriate to think of her as a real life game character than as someone who was actually there in the flesh.

He returned his hands to her ass and then smacked her again, slightly harder. “Do you like that?” he asked. 

Arya considered. “A bit harder than that would be nice, but not too much more. I’m okay for one or two big spanks, but I don’t prefer more than that.”

Was this a real limitation of the hardware or her giving him an example of how to say what he liked? It was very effective. He’d have to ask her again later, though, because the only long-term memories that he was forming at that moment were of the sexual variety. 

“Got it,” he said, smacking her a bit harder. “How’s that?”

“That’s the sweet spot,” she said. 

He alternated cheeks, appreciating the way each bounced, then smacked her again. An idea came to him, a playful and wicked idea, and he saw no reason to withhold it. 

“I think I might take some revenge,” he said with another smack, “For how much you’ve been tormenting me. Making me wait.”

“What kind of revenge?”

“I think I’ll spank you until your cheeks are nice and rosy, and then fuck you into this table. What do you think?”

“So ungrateful!” Arya pouted. 

“Do you consent to this revenge?” John said.

“I consent to this revenge. Meanie.” She stuck out her tongue at him.

John grinned and slapped her ass, harder. She gasped and her cheeks went rosey with their blushy lines. He hesitated. “Is your word ‘red’ too? If you want me to stop?”

Arya nodded. “Yeah. Thank you for double checking.”

“Good to get into it?”

“Yes please!” Arya jiggled her ass. “Get INTO it!”

John smacked her other cheek. “Not yet. Greedy, greedy.” He’d never thought he’d like being on this side of this sort of thing, but it was all just a game. It was playful, fun. It felt good to be a little wicked. It felt good to know that she wanted it.

Arya whined and pedaled her feet, shaking her ass even more.

John growled with desire, grabbing a cheek in each hand and squeezing, hard, pulling her cheeks slightly apart to reveal her puffy labia, dripping from within as she moaned with ecstasy. 

He ran his fingers over the front of her entrance where her clit would be and she gasped, and his fingers came away truly wet, with the lube that the toy was providing for itself. 

That gave him an idea, and he pressed his two thumbs into her warm entrance, pulling gently. “You’re such a fun toy,” he said, and she whimpered. “So ready to please me.” He pulled his hands away and smacked her ass. 

“God, John, I love it when you talk to me like that. I think I need a ball gag. And to be cuffed to this table. What do you think?”

“Let’s try it out.”

The glimmering lights appeared at her cheeks, in her mouth, at her wrists and coalesced into a hot pink ball and gag with leather straps, hand cuffs pulling her arms to either side, her cheek resting on the table. 

The only thing hotter than her strung out, dripping, ready to be used was that she wanted to be strung out, dripping, ready to be used. 

John teased her labia with his tip and she shuddered, ass rippling, moaning and drooling around the gag. 

It was good he’d just come, or else he would have been edging before he was even inside of her. He pressed his tip in, and then slowly, slowly, his whole shaft. 

She moaned happily as his base pressed against her cheeks, and she actually clenched around him. John was surprised and impressed and elated. A small part of his brain tried to guess what mechanism in the toy could be creating that sensation, but the rest of him was utterly convinced.

He slowly pulled out, her muscles clamped around him the whole time, and they released again as he entered. 

As he bottomed out, she clenched, holding him for his whole stroke out, and then she released as he thrust again, and so it repeated. 

It was like she was trying to milk him, to keep him inside of her, inside of her hot, wet, pulsing sex. 

His desire overcoming his cleverness, John set into a steady rhythm of thrusting, anchoring himself with his hands on Arya’s ass, her cheeks jiggling with a slapping sound every time he bottomed out. 

This time, his ecstasy was drawn out not by willpower or Arya’s teasing, but by his own recent orgasm. 

And so, he was able to fuck her in a violent, pounding, primal way without blowing his load in two seconds. 

After minute after minute of fucking, her sex tight around him, her moans driving him, his memory of the same scene in Porn Tinder the week before and the way he’d orgasmed so intensely then, John was a sweating, growling mess.

Everything else faded out of his awareness except desire. There was nothing that he needed more, wanted more, than what awaited in the promise of release at the other side of the climb of his climax.

“I’m gonna give you so much,” he growled, leaning over her and pounding hard.

She nodded blearily and moaned affirmation, cheek in the puddle of her own drool on the table. 

He didn’t feel the edge until the heat tightened suddenly around the base of his shaft, and he was coming. His heat filled her until thick white cum spurted out around his shaft, pouring onto the ground. For not the first time John experienced what he could best describe as an orgasm within an orgasm, his pleasure redoubling so that what he thought was the peak was actually the first of several rising beats, cum still pumping out around him and onto the floor, until the flow finally slowed. 

He gasped and fell back into the chair behind him, nearly teetering over. 

Arya clenched and foamy white cum flowed out from between her labia and also onto the floor. She heaved a massive sigh and the ball gag dissolved into points of light. “I love it when you fill me like that.”

“Hnngh, god, I’m so spent now.”

Arya sat up, more cum flowing out over the insides of her thighs. She scooped up a bit and licked it off of her fingers. “I can see why.”

There was a puddle of cum on the floor that was several feet wide. The best part was that it was real to him for all intents and purposes except for one, which was that he did not in fact need to clean gallons of cum up off his floor. 

The small part of the brain that had been trying to figure out how the toy was clenching around him was sure that he had ejaculated a normal amount and that it was all contained within the toy. As soon as he took the headset off, the cum on the floor would disappear.

Not that he was in any hurry to do so…

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Part 7: Birds of a Feather, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 37: Dragon’s Fire

Ships turned to torches as the fires on their decks sent plumes of smoke into the sky. The battle still raged but it was turning in their favor.

Ada wheeled in the sky and dove for another pass, emerging from of a billow of smoke and giving no warning. Fire burst from her chest and poured between her teeth as she doused another deck and the people ran, jumping overboard and scurrying below like rats.

Her laughing roar cut the sky and set the other crews trembling. Even the Wanderlust’s crew turned a wary eye to the sky. One time she had gotten a teensy bit carried away and set their own ship on fire, and now they never let their guard down during battle.

To the enemy crews, Ada’s appearance was some miracle of luck, some blessing from an ocean god. A dragon, a feral beast of the skies, wreaking havoc on the foes of the great pirate lords. It appeared from nothing. It disappeared into nothing.

She was already legend.

Ada wracked another ship with flames, but as she flew away from their heat, she felt a different warmth start to grow beyond her control. Light as a ribbon, she twisted through the air, diving behind Pasco’s ship but not appearing again on the other side. That was because she’d tucked her wings and landed as gracefully as she could on the back of the ship, slipping through the open aft and into the captain’s quarters. 

She tumbled more than landed and ended up on her back already pawing at herself. Being a dragon, she was a pivotal part of these battles, but being a dragon who was a pivotal part of battles really got her off.

Initially, Pasco had just opened the locket, his battle focus keeping Ada firmly from orgasming and returning to her human form. However, as her sexual urges built, so did her violent ones, and she found it difficult to tell friend from foe, and that was in fact the one time she’d lit the Wanderlust on fire. 

Pasco had been terrified that he may have to choose between the lives of his crew and Ada, if he were forced to snap the locket shut while she was over one of the ships or too high above the waves. Such a fall could kill her. Mercifully, it had not been long before she had swept low over the water.

Pasco had closed the locket, she had screamed her pleasure and fallen into the water, and he had jumped in himself to swim to her and keep her from drowning. She was a passable swimmer, now, but the sea was violent and could easily swallow even the strongest.

Since then, they had worked together to devise a way that Ada could still participate in the battles, but without the risk of a lust-mad dragon destroying everything in sight.

The answer had been a harem.

As Ada flopped to her side in the captains quarters, which had no furniture or fabric to speak of, a dozen sets of hands descended upon her. Anybody on the ship with sailing skills was needed during such a fight, so these were courtesans, the best in all the land, and handsomely paid.

Like the priestesses of old, the men and women worshipped her with ecstatic orgies.

And she blessed them, each in turn, with the ministrations of her dragon mouth and tongue. 

This round’s beneficiary was a plump, curly-haired woman, and Ada set to tongue-fucking her immediately. Her cries of pleasure worked Ada up into even more of a froth, her drool flowing out around the woman’s hips and Ada’s own arousal leaking down her hind legs.

Ada had learned to not fight the arousal it when she was out in the sky. It was best to just let it happen, to come here, frantic, clawing, so that the intensity never fell and she was back in the sky as soon as possible.

As soon as possible is definitely how soon she wanted to come as the rest of the courtesans set to rubbing her scales, having learned all the best, most wonderful, most tortuous spots.

It didn’t take long.

Ada climaxed before her beneficiary did, but the curly-haired woman’s turn was not up. As usual, Ada’s head stayed about where it had been, and so she hardly had to move to bury her tongue between the woman’s labia again, eagerly licking her own drool out of the other woman’s sex.

The courtesans and Ada had learned that in such a situation, Ada wanted to be fucked with the thickest dick available, so the appropriate courtesan obliged. Ada moaned into the curly-haired woman as a thick shaft slid deliciously inside of her, stretching her out in the most wonderful way.

The rest of the courtesans set up around the trio, as they knew Ada liked, as they themselves also liked, and got their best orgy on. It was overstimulating. The orgasmic trembling of her beneficiary, the delicious stretch of that dick inside of her, the moans and gasps all around her, and within moments, the ropes of cum spraying this way and that.

Ada’s dragon body swelled over them, but they knew the drill, and scurried knowingly out of the way. 

Ada shook herself down, fire in her bones. She lowered to her stomach and pushed with her hind legs against the back wall, like the ocean faring iguanas native to the nearby islands. She slid on her belly and the slick of her own cum and drool, dropped out over the edge and plummeted towards the water below before snapping her wings out and rising.

Again she descended on the enemy fleet, dousing them in fire. Her spreading legend had two opposite effects on the opponents that they met in battle. On the one hand, more and more fleets simply surrendered as soon as their first boat was alight. Some, even as soon as they saw Ada’s shadow on the sky. And still others surrendered as soon as they saw the Wanderlust’s distinctive blue sail.

On the other hand, the most fearsome pirates sailed their fleets quite intentionally towards Pasco’s waters, eager to try their hand against this legendary foe.

This was one such fleet and they were putting up a decent fight, having rigged their decks with barrels of seawater to put out most of the fires.

Ada could only breathe so much flame, and if Pasco’s fleet had relied on her tricks, they may have actually lost this battle.

But Pasco’s fleet had not grown lazy even with the addition of a dragon, and they remained a well-trained and tightly coordinated crew, still deserving of their prior reputation.

In fact, Ada was more distraction than trump card. If the enemy fleet didn’t fend her off, she could sink their ships, that was true. However, it would have taken her more time and effort than they realized. 

They assumed that she was the greatest threat, and turned all their attentions towards fending her off. They chased her with ballistas and harpoon guns, tried to lay traps of raw meat and even live cattle. They filled buckets to fight the fires, and invested in metal shields and fixings that would resist the heat.

All of that distracted them from the true threat, which was cannons from Pasco’s ships punching through the hulls of the boats beneath the water. Once the hulls cracked, it was not long before the ships sank beneath the waves.

And Pasco’s crews, coordinated and dedicated as they were, were incredibly effective at leveraging Ada’s distractions.

Half of this current aggressor’s ships were sunk before their captain realized her mistake and starting barking orders to ignore the dragon and watch out for the cannons.

It was too late for that captain. The battle was effectively over. 

With an enemy fleet like this, Pasco liked to sink all but the flag ship, then make sure that ship was nice and toothless, and then leave it to slink back to shore. The more survivors there were, the more tales they spun of the pirate prince and the black dragon, the fewer interlopers came and the more nations agreed to pay the pirate nation’s protection tax so that their own ships might go safely through the waters.

And so Pasco’s fleet swiftly crippled the rest of the ships, leaving only the largest, which was now completely out of both ballista bolts and cannonballs.

Ada came to rest on the mast of one of Pasco’s ships, her claws hooked over the crow’s nest. She spread her wings wide, like her silhouette on the sail, and breathed gouts of flame into the sky.

The golden light illuminated the rising white flag on the mast of the other ship, and Ada grinned to herself, her satisfaction and thrill turning to arousal. She loved forcing someone to surrender.

She realized then that she’d wrapped her hind legs around the mast and was grinding against it, dripping her clear, sticky fluid down its length. If the end weren’t so pointy, Ada would have sincerely considered fucking herself on the mast, even though Pasco would have complained. As it were, it didn’t look comfortable, so she leaped into the sky again and wheeled back around to the rear of the ship, climbing eagerly inside.

The battle won, there was no need to hurry.

This time, she could really savor it. She’d only pleasured half of the courtesans during this battle, so she turned her attentions to each of the rest in turn, her focus on their pleasure allowing hers to build and build and build without threatening climax.

She moaned and dripped, her slick fluid pooling on the floor and then dripping over the back of the boat.

After all of her courtesans were fully satisfied, she turned her prehensile tail towards herself and fucked herself with the tip, gasping and groaning with delight. She curled up her feet and rubbed with them too, building herself to a luxuriant, jubilant climax.

She bellowed as the pleasure ignited, a victory roar that shook every plank of the ship, and she let all of the pleasure and the exaltation pour out of her until she just a human again.

As she lay breathless on the wooden floor, she started to slide on the slick pool towards the open window. One of the courtesans tossed her a rope that was anchored on the inside wall of the quarters for that exact reason.

Ada looped it on her wrist and then floated happily on the ocean of her bliss.

The courtesans splashed buckets of warm seawater over the floor and her, washing the rest of the slick down the back of the ship before closing the windows and politely withdrawing.

Ada did not quite fall asleep, however. She was too excited to celebrate the victory with Pasco, who would only be just starting to let himself relax. She dressed and ventured out, finding him on the deck. He was calling out orders to the two pirates on either side of the deck, who were waving signal flags at the rest of the ships in the fleet.

Ada waited impatiently for him to finish, then as he turned and saw her, she ran up to him and jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs tightly around his hips and kissing him deeply.

He stumbled back into the mast, leaning against it.

That allowed Ada to shift, grinding against him, putting no effort into hiding her intentions from his crew.

He moaned, his shaft twitching against her, his fingertips digging into her ass, and she knew that he’d be getting lightheaded and dizzy with lust.

Finally she broke her kiss and stepped down. Not wanting Pasco to have any chance at rational thought, she pressed her hand against his growing bulge and massaged him through his pants.

She turned to the rest of his crew. Teoda, Forte, Missa, and Sendia were closest, as per usual.

Ada said, “Your captain is very clever, isn’t he?”

Missa grinned giddily, knowing where this was going, and nodded emphatically. The rest of the crew joined in with knowing grins, twitching shafts, and flushing cheeks.

“I think he’s very deserving,” she crooned. “How would you all like to help me thank our brilliant captain?”

“Aye aye!” the crew cheered.

“A-Ada,” Pasco managed to stammer, “W-what are you— ohhhhh…”

She rubbed him again to hush his protests. Ada had pitched such a scenario a few battles back. Pasco had decided that he was happy to let her try it and that he was also happy to put up a bit of resistance. He would, if anything became too much, say ‘red’.

Ada unfastened his belt and pulled down his trousers, letting his shaft rise to full mast. She enveloped him in her mouth and moaned greedily.

Pasco sighed back into the mast and Ada’s ministrations. Ada started up a steady rhythm with her mouth, drawing moans from Pasco.

Missa approached and gently took one of Pasco’s hands, using it to massage her bare breast as she started to masturbate with the other hand.

Forte towered over them, nearly straddling Ada, and then leaned down to kiss Pasco full on the mouth. Pasco moaned and melted into it, even as Teoda came and bent his fingers up into her sex, fucking herself on them.

Sendia could not do much but watch them, face flushed red, erection twitching. “Oh-oh m-my,” she stammered, as the sight made her so very, very sensitive as she touched herself.

The rest of the crew wasted no time in devolving into jubilant orgy, the courtesans emerging onto the deck and joining in.

Ada loved forcing someone to surrender, and forcing Pasco to surrender to the pleasure of his orgasm was her absolute favorite. 

As she worked Pasco to the quivering edge and then over it, she drank deep the sounds of his arousal and the taste of his seed.

And as he finished, collapsing happily onto the deck, she curled in his arms, utterly satisfied.

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Part 6: Partners, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 34: The Wager

They splashed each other in the brook with no shortage of mischief, until they were soaked through and clean again.

From the brook itself, they could see that it was true that the vegetation had become more lush. Despite the children usually being quite thorough, there was overlooked fruit everywhere they looked. Not just berries, but also bananas and mangos and pineapples.

Ada started to collect what she saw, with half a mind to scold the children and half a mind grateful that there would be so much to take to lunch.

The remaining berries and seeds were still carefully tucked in her pouch, and she’d have to study them later.

“You really did come a lot,” Ada said, reaching up to grab a mango that was just out of reach. “Like, twice as much as normal.”

Pasco came up behind her and scooped her up with a hand on either side of her torso, boosting her the last hand’s length so that she could grab the fruit. He set her down and she leaned up to kiss him on the cheek.

“It certainly felt like it.” Pasco sighed.

“Do you really think it was the berries?” Ada still couldn’t quite believe it. But, the alternative was that it was some new magic of hers, which didn’t seem very plausible either.

“What else could it have been?”

“I ate a decent amount, I just figured that if something had that kind of effect on you, it might have twice as much an effect on me.” Ada was both smaller and significantly more arousable by nature.

“Hm. We’ll have to see if we can find that same bush again.”

They walked a few more minutes down the brook, and before long their arms were full of fruit.

Ada was growing more curious. As she bent at the brook’s edge to pluck another bunch of berries from a shrub, she noticed something peculiar. The soil itself had a viscous sheen to it, a bit like when mint seeds were soaked and a clear jelly formed around them.

She dipped her fingers into the dirt, which was indeed slick and slippery, then sniffed her fingers.

It smelled like her. Specifically, it smelled like dragon cum. 

Ada’s mind whirled through memories of her horticulture books, assembling a potential hypothesis.

She splashed over to Pasco, who was on the other side of the book, and thrust her fingers up at him. “What does this smell like?”

He was a good sport, so he sniffed. Then, tilted his head. “Dragon sex.”

“Exactly. I think that… well, I have a hypothesis that… I think all my dragon cum that’s been washing down the brook has been acting as a fertilizer and turning the fruit, well…”

“Sexy?” Pasco finished.

“Yeah! Maybe. Or maybe you just got horny all of a sudden and it’s totally unrelated.”

“I dunno… that sounds like a you thing.”

Ada pitched a mango at his head.

He caught it easily in his hand.

She nearly swooned.

He added the mango to his growing armful of fruit and a clever look came over his face. “Y’know… we are on our way to lunch with the crew…”

“We should tell them?”

“Well, that will ruin the experiment, won’t it?”

“True…” Ada couldn’t help but return his mischievous grin. “And it’s probably just you being horny, so I doubt anything’s even going to happen.”

“Oh yeah, you want to bet?”

“I do want to bet!”

Pasco laughed, full of warmth and mirth. “Alright then. How’s this for a wager. If someone orgasms at lunch, you cook all the meals tomorrow. If nobody does, then I cook tomorrow.”

“Deal!”

The crew’s favorite lunch spot was a large, round rock out on the beach. It was smooth and became warm in the morning sun, and they’d sit out on the rock with their bowls of rice and stew and enjoy the sunshine and the sea breeze.

Ada and Pasco walked up with their arms full of fruit. Forte was lounging, Sendia was sitting in Missa’s lap, and Teoda was doing pushups in the sand nearby, her breasts bouncing beneath her with every stroke.

“Took you long enough!” Forte bellowed.

Pasco tossed him a bunch of bananas, which he deftly caught. “You’re welcome for bringing more food,” Pasco teased.

“Alright alright, I can’t complain.” Forte peeled open one of the bananas, which was about the length of Ada’s hand, and swallowed it in one bite.

Ada was mesmerized and instantly distracted. Did Forte like going down on men? He was so large in every dimension that Ada imagined that he could easily take nearly any shaft down to its base. She was a bit jealous and a bit aroused.

Was the fruit getting to her, too?

No, she was sure. She was just being herself.

Or, trying to be. It was very difficult to act normally and to not spoil the surprise as she and Pasco piled the fruit on the center of the rock. 

One of Ada’s books had included a passage on aphrodisiacs. Oysters and cocoa were some of the ingredients that she was familiar with that were purported to have such properties. The author was of the opinion, after careful study of the behavior of travelers in a port town where many cultures mingled, that it was the expectation of aphrodisiac effect that was the most powerful aphrodisiac. They had explained that the idea of something being about to spontaneously arouse you was, itself, arousing. 

The author had proved their point by selecting an arbitrary vegetable, spreading rumors about its powers to incite desire and lust, and then recording quote after quote from customers lauding the vegetable’s powerful effects.

However, she and Pasco hadn’t expected anything at all. And the effect had seemed to come over Pasco quite suddenly and intensely.

Those particular berries were still in her pocket. Perhaps it was only those?

Ada was jostled from her musings by Pasco’s elbow gently in her ribs.

“Holy shit Ada,” Teoda said around a mouthful of fruit, “This is the best fucking mango I’ve ever had, where was the tree?”

“Nuh uh,” Sendia said, “You have to try these berries!” The reddish juices were dripping down her chin.

Missa tsked at Sendia’s mess, wiping the little woman’s face off with her fingers, then licking them clean. Missa set an empty branch down next to Sendia, having already cleared it of its berries, and reached past Teoda to grab a pineapple.

Forte just nodded at them, grunted “Good harvest this year,” and popped the last banana of the bunch down his throat.

Ada and Pasco couldn’t help but look at each other with a mix of anxiety and excitement. Neither of them had expected there to really be anything special about the fruit, it truly was more likely that some wave of arousal had just come upon Pasco.

And yet, the reactions of the four other pirates confirmed that the fruits really did taste especially incredible, which had been the first special effect that Ada and Pasco had noticed.

And their anticipation grew as they realized that even though they were openly staring at their friends, eyebrows raised in quizzical looks, none of the other pirates noticed. They were all single-mindedly focused on devouring the delicious fruits.

Their moans of pleasure, a reaction common to both great food and great sex, deepened.

Sendia, perhaps because she had the least body weight of the four, cracked first.

“Mmmm… Oh. Oh! Oh…” She looked surprised and delighted and a little embarrassed all at once.

Though, as Sendia would blushingly admit whenever given the chance, she loved to feel a little bit embarrassed.

Her face flushed redder and redder. Her breathing quickened until she was panting.

“Sendia!” Missa tore her attention away from her mango and put a hand to Sendia’s shoulder. “Are you alright?”

Sendia gulped in a breath and held it with almost comical drama.

“You’re not choking, are you?”

But Ada and Pasco knew to look not to Sendia’s face, but to the crotch of her trousers, where her erection was steadily lengthening down the leg.

“I-I-I h-have to g-go!” Sendia tried to stand.

Missa’s gripped Sendia’s shoulder and she sat the little woman back down. “You are not going anywhere until you tell me what’s the matter, alright? I can’t have you…” Missa trailed off, her eyes losing focus for a moment. “I can’t… huh.” She looked down curiously at the pineapple. “Does anyone else feel a bit…”

Teoda and Missa were about the same size, though Teoda was muscular where Missa was plump. So, Ada glanced quickly over to gauge Teoda’s reaction.

A glazed look washed over Teoda, too. “Fuck, that mango was really good…”

Forte looked down at the three women who each wore rosy expressions and glanced wordlessly at each other. “Hmmm…”

He crossed his thick arms, then looked over at Pasco and Ada, confirming that they were unaffected. He leaned closer to Pasco and lowered his voice. “Captain, I think there might be something wrong with the wo— whoah. The wom— oh. Hm.” He wobbled and doubled over much like Pasco had.

“I can’t!” Sendia squeaked suddenly. “I can’t I can’t I can’t!” She kept chanting until she had fumbled her belt undone and slipped down her trousers, revealing a bouncing erection. As her hands wrapped around her shaft, she let out the most luxurious sigh of utter relief that Ada had ever heard.

And that was saying something — luxurious sighs of utter relief were kind of Pasco’s thing.

All eyes — except for Sendia’s, which were rolling back in bliss — were on Pasco and Ada.

Ada squeaked. “I think the fruit is magic but I swear we thought it wasn’t!”

Missa groaned, her hand now down the front of her own trousers. “L-like sex magic?”

Teoda had pressed her legs together and then melted over the edge of the rock, her ass waving in the air.

Forte saw it and was a man transfixed. The force of his own erection was actually splitting the front seam of his trousers. His massive shoulders heaved with the panting of his breath.

Teoda wiggled her trousers off and buried her fingers in herself, and Ada leaned over to see wetness running down her leg.

“F-Forte,” Teoda gasped, dragging her eyes up to him, “F-fuck me right now!”

Forte was already on his feet. Not even bothering with his belt, he put his hands to his trousers and fully split the front seam, his shaft bursting forth and throbbing to its full length just as he thrust himself deep into Teoda.

She screamed with ecstasy.

Ada’s hand was pressed over her open mouth, and though she felt anxious, she didn’t feel guilty. They were all obviously enjoying it.

Missa had wiggled her own pants down to her knees and was sitting on her heels, cupping a breast in one hand and her sex in the other.

Ada finally remembered that Missa had asked her a question. “Y-yes! Like, um, sex magic. I think… the fruit is an aphrodisiac.”

“Oh,” Forte growled, somehow having found words again, “You think?” He pounded into Teoda with a wet slapping sound. 

She slid back and forth along the rock, her face melted with pure bliss. “F-Forte I’m coming!” Her voice became a scream and then stayed caught in one long note of pleasure that rose and fell with each of her many, many orgasms.

Sendia’s eyes had been on Teoda but she found Missa then, her flat chest heaving. “M-Missa, I-I—”

With urgency, Missa shifted on the rock so that she was directly in front of Sendia, leaving a trail of wetness behind her. “Y-yes, Sendia, come on me!”

Sendia screamed, her whole body tensing, and she came so hard that her first few spurts painted Missa’s breasts. The rest spilled out over her slender hands, dripping to the rock below in a growing puddle of milky white.

“Oh Sendia!” Missa tilted her head back and she too came, squirting her own fem-cum onto the rock. It mingled with Sendia’s puddle and something about that must have touched a sensitive nerve deep within Missa because she rocked right into a second orgasm, and then a third, until her own fluids washed Sendia’s away.

Forte’s feral growl was the only warning of his impending climax, which arrived with such force and volume that his seed flowed back out around his shaft and onto the sand below.

Ada expected that all would become still, then. She said, “Guess I’m cooking tomorrow after all.”

But, though the dampness in the sand between Forte’s feet grew larger and larger, he never entirely stopped thrusting. He remained firm and increased his pace again as the sensitivity faded, fucking Teoda even harder.

Teoda was thrilled with this turn of events, screaming her way through another cluster of orgasms.

Missa descended greedily on Sendia’s dripping hands and shaft, licking them clean. She then dropped to her belly in the puddle she’d made and pushed Sendia back against the rock, sucking her towards another orgasm.

One of Missa’s hands remained buried in her own sex, which still flowed wetness onto the rock.

Ada and Pasco looked on in awe, each intensely aroused but too curious to do anything about it but watch the other pirates fuck.

After another few minutes, Sendia started hyperventilating again. Missa sucked another orgasm from her, gulping down the prodigious volume even as she quivered through her own climax.

Forte seemed to have some greater warning of his next peak and he said, “I’m gonna pump you so fucking full!” And then he did, his seed spurting back around his shaft again.

Teoda seemed already floating in the afterglow, even with Forte still pounding into her, and her eyes glistened happily as she drooled on the rock.

Then, finally, they stilled.

Forte half-rolled half-fell back into the sand. He lay spread eagle, his grin towards the sun, his shaft still twitching and a few further beads of clear fluid leaking from his tip.

Missa lay on her stomach, her cheek on a pillow of her arms. Sendia had collapsed on top of her, her whole body on the pillow of Missa.

Ada, lacking such release, felt her heart still pounding vigorously.

Teoda stirred, pulling further onto the rock and turning over on her back. The muscular woman sighed, the movement dislodging a thick rivulet of Forte’s seed from her vulva, which ran warmly down her leg and into the sand. “S-seriously though,” she said, tilting her head back so that she could look at Ada upside-down. “Where did you find those mangos?”

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Part 6: Partners, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 33: Juiciest Berries

They had lived by the waterfall for a fortnight and their many passions kindled and flared next to the steady tumble of water. 

All sorts of fancies came upon them and they indulged them all. One soon became their favorite game. Pasco would bind Ada in the clearing between the trees and fuck her into torturous bliss. Then, when he released her, she would descend upon him and do the same to him. She pinned him to the ground with the cage of her claws and fucked him with her tongue.

One midday, they were walking down the path that followed the brook to the village as they usually did. They were on the way to meet Forte, Teoda, Missa, and Sendia for lunch. Like the other pirates, Ada wandered the island topless now, the skin of her breasts slowly darkening at the embrace of the sun.

This was not the first time in the past several days that Ada had remarked that the foliage that lined the brook was somehow even more verdant than it had been before, notably more lush than even the surrounding jungle.

A glint of red caught her eye and she strayed from the path to part the branches of a bush, revealing a clump of berries that glittered like a handful of rubies. 

She took the big knife from her hip, which she now carried habitually, and cut the clump of ripe fruit free, returning to Pasco. 

“Didn’t the children just come through for berries two days ago?” Ada asked. 

Pasco shrugged. “They’re children, they overlook things sometimes. Just means a snack for us!”

Ada couldn’t argue with that, so she cracked the bunch in two and handed half to Pasco as they walked. 

The berries were perfectly ripe, full of sweet juices, and Ada found their seeds with her tongue and placed them carefully in a pouch at her belt. She’d want to try to cultivate this species, it was particularly delicious!

Ada’s mind wandered through the pages of her old horticulture books. She was brought suddenly back to the present as Pasco abruptly doubled over, reaching out to steady himself on a tree.

“Pasco!” She rushed to his elbow. Had he become ill? His body glistened with more sweat than usual. Were the berries poisonous? An empty stem fell from his hand to the trail. He had eaten them all. 

Pasco groaned. 

Ada tried to lift him by the elbow but could not, so she ducked to get a better look at his face.

He was a picture of exquisite, overwhelming arousal. His skin was flushed reddish, his eyes fluttering. His erection extended down one of his trouser legs, throbbing, and he groaned again as he started to rub himself through the fabric. 

Ada’s worry turned to sympathetic arousal immediately, her sex flaring hot, but she would not let him off the hook so easily. She punched his arm playfully. “Pasco! What’s gotten into you?”

“I d-don’t know, I—” he groaned again. This time, he hastily undid his trousers and dropped them to his ankles. As his hand found his shaft, he sighed with relief. 

Ada giggled, surprised she could still feel a salacious thrill but enjoying it all the same. “Don’t you want to come back up to bed, then?”

“No,” he moaned, “no, I won’t make it.”

“Even though you already came twice this morning?” Ada was grinning widely. 

“Yes, so what?”

Ada giggled again. “So you sound like me all of a sudden, that’s all.”

Could it… could it be the berries? What had made these special? Wouldn’t these pirates, of all people, know if aphrodisiacs grew in their own sands?

She would unpack that later. For now, she had something — someone — to unload. 

“So you’re not going to make it back to bed?” She teased, grabbing his bare chest from behind and running her fingers down his sides where his skin rippled over his ribs. Though his muscles were firm, the surface of his skin was so soft under her fingertips, so yielding. And that was him. So unmovable in some ways, so pliant in others. She loved that about him.

He gasped. 

She pressed her lips against his back, savoring how soft his skin was against her kisses, which she trailed up to the base of his neck and then down again, his hair tickling against her. 

Her hands wandered down to his hips, where his skin hollowed in below the peaks of his pelvis. First her fingertips were soft, and he shuddered at the tickling touch. Then, she yanked him back into her and he gasped. 

Pasco’s stroking had slowed as he leaned into her ministrations. 

She grabbed his ass, as hard as she could, like she knew he liked. His favorite was when her fingernails left divots in his skin, and she added new ornaments to the existing flecks of red. 

Her fingertips then traced smooth lines around his ass and to the front of his thighs, up on either side of his base, across his stomach and up to the firm muscles of his chest. 

One hand pressed against his sternum and the other slithered up to grab his throat. 

His head tilted back over her shoulder and he moaned, ecstatic. 

She loved the feeling of his voice and heartbeat fluttering under her palm, just like his whole chest did when she pinned him down as a dragon. His skin against her skin, his neck against her cheek, her chest against his back, it was all so brilliant.

He had all but stopped stroking. Despite his arousal, she had utterly captivated him. 

Her tongue found the tip of his shoulder and she licked him from there to the base of his neck where his beard prickled on her tongue. 

She breathed deep. He smelled of coconut and musk and peat and sea salt and even the spice of her own sex. 

She lavished kisses at the base of his neck, her hand still on his throat and pressing him open for her. 

He shivered. 

She giggled with mischief, then nibbled his ear.

He gasped and squirmed but he was hardly trying to escape. He just liked the sensation of her hands on him, he’d told her. And she was all too happy to oblige.

She glanced around to his throbbing erection which was now unattended, and when she saw the bead of moisture already leaking from his tip, she knew exactly what she wanted next. 

She moved her hands to the top of his shoulders and pushed him down. 

He obeyed, dropping first to his knees and then accepting another push that sent him reclining back in the middle of the path. 

Sun dappled through the leaves overhead and parrots chattered as the brook trickled nearby. 

Ada crouched over him, her ass over his head, her hands descending to either side of his base and teasing him for a moment. Then, she wrapped her lips around his tip and greedily lapped up his sweet nectar. 

He moaned and bucked his hips up towards her, but she denied him any deeper stimulation.

“Sensitive, are we?” she teased. 

“Yes!” he gasped. 

She set about taking him into her mouth with earnest, greedily licking at his throbbing shaft. One hand extended the reach of her mouth, closing around his base, while the other steadied her against the ground. 

It was her turn to gasp as he grabbed her hips and pulled his face up to her vulva, though she still wore her trousers. He unfastened them and pulled them down over her knees, exposing her to his eager tongue, which had learned her favorite kind of licks.

The arm that supported her nearly buckled and her mouth slipped even farther over him. 

She moaned, which made him moan, which made her moan, and so they turned in a twin ouroboros of ecstasy. 

Soon, Ada was edging. But that didn’t overtake her with urgency like it had before. Rather, it became just one of many pleasant ways to be.

And Ada didn’t want this worship of Pasco’s body to end, so she withdrew from him and stood over him a moment, considering.

He whimpered and tried to follow her, propping himself up on his elbows to look up at her. His shaft was still wet with her saliva, his broad chest and strong back called out for her touch.

She refastened her trousers over her hips, then danced around to the other side of him. His eyes following her and she sat down at the base of a moss-lined tree by the edge of the path.

She spread her legs and reached out towards him and he obediently scooted back into her.

Just as when they had stood, his back pressed into her chest and her arms wrapped around him. He was sweating profusely, filling the air around them with musky scent like perfume. She nuzzled in under his arm where the scent was strongest and just breathed deeply of him for a long moment.

Then, she wiggled around just to the side and hooked one of her legs over his thigh, which allowed her to grind her still-throbbing sex against the back of his hip. 

Though his chest was broad, his hips were slender enough that she could just reach both of her hands around him. As he reached towards his throbbing shaft, she knocked his hand away and put hers there instead.

His hand dropped to the ground as she started to stroke him.

She tried to imitate how she’d seen him touch himself, how she’d seen Missa do this to Sendia. Pasco moaned and melted further back into her. Ada loved the weight of him on her like this. Her chest, her breasts, her stomach, her cheeks, her sex, her inner thighs were all pressed against him. There was so much heat between them that she was hard-pressed to tell where her skin ended and his began. 

The thing that she had not expected in the slightest was the way that it felt that she and him had truly become one.

As she stroked his shaft, wrapped around him in this way, it was very believable to her that it was her shaft. And the more that she believed that, the more her own sex ached and twitched every time he moaned, every time she accelerated the pace or got to just the right angle.

She knew for a fact that her trousers were soaked, leaking her own arousal generously into the peat below her.

Ada hoped that Pasco liked this because she would very much want to do this again. Her hope was soon promoted to knowledge.

“A-Ada… This feels so good.”

A rush of arousal flooded her and she felt as if she were edging, though she knew she was not at risk of coming like this and throwing him into the trees on the other side of the clearing.

“It’s r-really good for me, too,” she said, picking up the pace to demonstrate.

“F-fuck I… I feel so full…”

“Do you think it’s the berries?”

“Yes, obviously it’s my ‘berries’ that feel full…”

“No, I mean the ones we ate.”

“The ones we… oh. Maybe? I… I think I’d know if the island… nnnnngh…” His thoughts dissolved into pleasure again.

Pasco’s pre-cum was flowing much more freely than usual and between that and Ada’s lingering saliva, he was plenty slick. Perhaps the excess pre-cum lent some credence to his claims of feeling particularly full, though his balls didn’t look or feel any different than usual. Except that as she cupped them with her other hand, he reacted as if they were significantly more sensitive, and she was rewarded with another droplet.

Though, Ada could imagine that his balls looked and felt different, that they hung pendulously and had become firm and tight, and she liked imagining that very much. She thought he might like the idea of it, too. “You feel full,” she crooned into his year.

He shivered. “T-there’s so much…”

“I want all of it…”

“F-fuck, hah… nnngh, Ada, I want to come…”

“Then come!”

He groaned again, then surfaced somewhat from his blissy haze to look at her apologetically. “C-can I instruct you a bit, then? Or are you trying to torture me?”

“Has it been alright?” Ada felt a tinge of anxiety that he’d been only tolerating her. Or, worse, pretending to like it for her benefit.

“Oh it’s amazing it’s just… different to, y’know, make me come.”

Ada knew exactly what he meant. “Alright, then. Instruct me!”

“O-okay so, a little tighter… not that tight! Yeah, just like that… okay and slower, a bit longer of a stroke… yeah! Gods, yeah… A bit harder on my balls… a bit more… yes! Fuck, nnnngh yes…”

She loved watching him struggle to think, work to find words. Though the arousal sapped his focus, his focus was the only thing that could guide her hand and bring him relief.

And he must have been enjoying that exact predicament. Ada was sure he would have cast her hands aside if he hadn’t been. And she knew that the only thing that he wanted more than to come, was for her to make him come.

So, she focused. Listened to his every gasp, felt his every twitch. The sense that they were one intensified. She was sure her arousal was rising and falling exactly in time with his, even without the locket.

His breathing quickened. Became ragged. Ada anticipated, added to the pressure pulling his balls away from his base, even as the muscles around them tried to pull them closer in.

He moaned. “A-Ada I’m s-so close…”

Her own eyes fluttered sympathetically, her sex clenching in reflex. But, she needed to focus. Her arms ached but she dared not slow down, dared not adjust her grip. Her breathing matched his, even her heartbeat.

“J-just like that, yes!”

“Yeah?” Ada’s eyes centered greedily on his tip where the clear fluid started to flow in earnest and in time with the rhythmic contractions that had begun at his base, under her hands.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck, fuck, Fuck!” He arched his back into her. His fluids pulsed, first under her hand on his balls, then into the air, then over her hand in warm surges. She captured each image in her mind, the height of his spurts, the way it flowed out over his tip. Not only the images, but the way her hand slid even more easily over his shaft, of the powerful contractions through his perineum that pulsed under her fingertips. This was his orgasm, yes, but also it was hers.

He came and came, and then when he had come as much as he usually did, he came harder. Pulse after pulse, white and thick, until his balls were done but the rest of his body was not. A clearer fluid came after, the same that formed his pre-cum, Ada had learned from her books, and this too flowed over her hand.

Pasco moaned in ecstasy as he started to float out onto the afterglow. Still the pleasurable spasms ran over him, under Ada’s fingertips.

She slowed her movements but did not stop, still exactly aligned with his pleasure, still drawing soft moans from his throat and little clear beads from his tip.

He heaved a sigh and with the exhale his body utterly relaxed, from the crown of his head to his toes. Ada let her hands fall aside and let his weight sink into her. She closed her eyes and their hearts still pounded together. She was sure the same blood flowed between them.

They lay there a long moment. But, rather than drifting away, Pasco stirred.

He lifted his weight off of her and before she could complain and draw him back, his lips were on hers.

The kiss was soft, and sensual, and full of desire. His hands cupped her back and lifted her off of the mossy trunk, pulling her into him.

Her sense of touch was triply sensitive, her whole body drenched in arousal. All there was in the world was his skin on her skin, his lips on her lips, her hands in his hair, his chest against her chest, her legs against his hips.

And then, his shaft inside of her.

But this was not sex for the finish, this was sex for the sake of it, for her feeling of being around him, for his feeling of being inside of her. For the way that her very core quivered with the knowledge of him, for the way that she enveloped him.

He was on his knees, her legs were wrapped around his hips, their arms entangled in each other, their cheeks pressed together. Every time their bodies moved against each other her entire being sang. She needed no siren’s magic to feel like she was made of song.

This was not need, it was desire. Yet not just that, it was wanting, but also having. 

What end was there to such a place?

It seemed as boundless as the ocean.

The end to that perfect moment was not a lover’s end, but a partner’s end.

Pasco heaved a big breath and squeezed her especially close. Then he withdrew and caught her gaze in his eyes of morning fog. “My ankles are getting really sore like this, unfortunately.”

She kissed the tip of his nose. “I suppose I can let you up then.”

She rocked her hips around him one last time, loving the way his eyes fluttered. She squeezed him as she slowly withdrew, feeling all of his shaft with her most sensitive parts.

And then, she sat beside him.

He stood to stretch his legs.

She caught one of his feet in her hand and then kissed his ankle. Once again, her whole awareness was overtaken by just the feeling of his skin against her lips.

His breath caught with what she was sure was a mingle of arousal and ticklishness. She caught his other foot with the same tenderness, sure to lavish her attentions equally.

He offered his hand to her and she took it, and he pulled her to her feet.

Pasco noticed then that her hands were still sticky with him, and he took a moment to lick himself off of her.

Her sense of touch remained deliciously heightened. His tongue was hot and wet, the rippled texture of its surface swirling over her fingers, firm and soft all at once. Just like the rest of him.

He finished licking her off with a grin. “We should go back for a bath, huh?”

She knew that that was code for ‘have more sex by the waterfall’. 

“That is a very tempting offer,” Ada said, “But at the moment I am more actually hungry than sexually hungry.”

“Hm, I shouldn’t have spilled your treat, then.”

Ada sighed happily at the memory of the way that her treat had been quite thoroughly spilled. “No, that was perfect…” But she pulled herself from the memory, lest she lose sight of their lunch plans. “But let’s just splash down the brook and we’ll get clean on the way.”

“Excellent plan, my little dragon.”

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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.”

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Part 5: Paradise, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 25: Swimming Lesson

Ada and Pasco were in a glade with a crystal blue pool at the center, ringed by gently swaying ferns and trees, with a small waterfall at the upper end. Flashes of brilliant red, deep blue, and even royal violet glimmered in the trees as parrots and other tropical birds fluttered to and fro, like so many living gems.

Ada would have liked to study them all, to spend hours combing through the forest for their discarded feathers, to slowly teach them to come to a perch with gifts of seeds so that she could see them up close.

But, presently, she was in the middle of a different learning. Pasco was teaching her how to swim in the calm blue pool. It was shallow and she could stand anywhere except by the waterfall where it was deepest. 

Pasco still wore his trousers and she still had a shirt and loin cloth, because Pasco had rightly guessed that she wouldn’t be able to focus at all if they were both naked. The clothes didn’t actually help that much, though.

His golden brown skin glistening with water looked like a shore for her to wash up on and his hair was braided down around his shoulder like his own waterfall of midnight. 

Pasco talked her through the basics, providing gentle corrections and plenty of praise. Was this how his parents had raised him? Her parents had just glowered at her whenever she did something they didn’t like. It hadn’t been long before they were just glowering at her all of the time and it had lost its effect.

Ada’s favorite part of the lesson was when she floated with her face towards the sky and her arms and legs spread out, Pasco’s hand pressing firmly at the small of her back to keep her in the correct posture. She made sure she could float by herself a couple of times, then kept letting her back sag so that he’d keep his hand there.

“We’ll keep working on that one,” Pasco said, as Ada rose back to her feet.

She tried and failed to hide her smug smile.

Pasco surged through the water and grabbed her by the base of her back, pulling her into him. “If you wanted me to touch you, you just had to ask.”

She gasped as heat tingled in her sex, her arms pressed against his bare chest. “Yeah, but that’s not as fun.” She looped her arms up around his neck, and took a moment to just appreciate the way the water reflected in his eyes, turning the grey to blue. “I love the way you instruct. It’s… really hot.”

Pasco kissed her forehead, his lips soft and warm. “I thought you might feel that way, so I had something else in mind for while we were out here.”

Ada anchored her hands around Pasco’s neck and wrapped her legs around his hips, pressing against him. 

He gasped and his member throbbed against her. 

“Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?” She rocked her hips.

Pasco cleared his throat and a look of command returned to his face. He walked over to the edge of the pool and then up and out, easily carrying Ada as she clung around him like one of the baby monkeys that she’d seen on their way to the glade. She couldn’t quite grind on him anymore without the float of the water, so she let her toes fall to the ground and dropped herself down as Pasco went over to the bag he’d packed.

“I brought a couple of things,” he said, coming back with a stoppered clay jar. He handed it to Ada, and she pried it open.

There was a clear, viscous liquid inside. She dipped her fingers in and they came away wet. “What’s this? Do we eat it?”

Pasco laughed. “You can but that’s not what it’s for. It’s aloe juice with a bit of seaweed extract. Makes for a very effective lubricant.”

“Oooh, excellent. What was the other thing?”

Pasco held out his other hand, where he gripped the chain of a necklace. The pendant was a seashell with strange runes carved into the top.

“For me?” she asked, leaning closer.

Pasco chuckled like there was a joke she wasn’t aware of. “Yes. And no. It’s not for you to wear, it’s from the sirens.”

A mix of dread and arousal settled in Ada’s stomach. She did not like that she was sure she liked where this was going. “Go on.”

“The pink siren said it has a little one of her songs in it, so that while it’s open, you can’t come unless I’m coming.” Pasco looked tentative — excited, but perhaps nervous that Ada would not accept the scenario.

Ada’s hand flashed out, grasping at the necklace, but Pasco lifted it out of reach.

He tsked. “Naughty naughty. If you don’t like it, you’re going to have to be a big girl and use your safe word. I’ll give you a minute to think it over.”

Ada pouted. “This isn’t fair!” She jumped for the necklace, but Pasco kept it easily away from her. “Those stupid sirens!”

She wrestled with him to get at the locket, more to feel how strongly and firmly he put her in her place than out of any actual desire to get the necklace from him. She liked that she didn’t have to say it out loud, but she absolutely did want whatever he had in mind. It would be torturous, of course, but what kind of denial wasn’t? Her climaxes were always so much more powerful when they were built slowly, but she could only accomplish so much of that herself, her willpower quickly melting in the heat of her desire.

There was a type of pleasure that was only possible when she was trapped, restrained, fettered. And she wanted it.

They laughed together as she kept trying to dive at the locket, slipping around in the mud of the shore. His hands were so strong around her arm, the muscles of his chest like iron as she tried to climb him, his half-erection throbbing all the while under the thin, clinging sheet of his damp trousers.

“Alright, I think you’ve had long enough to think it over,” he said. “Look at you, you’re a mess!”

She was indeed covered with sandy mud from their wrestling.

He grabbed her firmly by the shoulder and shoved her back into the water.

She let herself fall without trying to catch herself, relishing the brief moment of weightlessness before she was enveloped in the warm blue water.

Pasco didn’t enter the water yet, but rather fastened the locket around his neck and picked up the pot of aloe, kicking off his damp trousers and coming around towards the waterfall where the shore became rocky. The rocks were smooth and rounded, eroded over centuries by the waterfall, which would run much thicker when it rained.

One of the larger rocks tipped down into the pool with its edge just at the surface and Pasco sat there with his legs over it so that his calves and feet were under the water.

Ada undressed also, tossing her damp clothes near his, and then followed him. She could have walked in the water, but instead she paddled over to him, eager to show off.

“Very good!” he said. “You’re a quick learner. Now, speaking of which, I don’t know exactly how this locket is going to work so we’re going to have to do a bit of experimenting. Since I’m immune to the magic, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to hear it or sense what it’s doing, so don’t assume that I know. You’ll have to tell me how you’re feeling as much as you can, alright?”

Ada nodded, loving the way that he looked down over her. She felt a bit like a siren herself, floating in the warm water with her arms over the rock next to Pasco’s knees.

A long moment passed, Pasco teasing her perhaps, though he was still only half-erect. She could sympathize that he was probably thinking through some less sexy aspects of the encounter, tending to things that Ada was not considering, perhaps anxious about what the siren’s magic would actually do.

And while Ada had said that she hated sirens, and she had at that moment, now that the exhaustion had passed, she would have happily done it all again.

All those things considered, and Pasco having already so generously indulged her in letting her put up a fight, she felt it was important that she initiate the next bit before he opened the locket.

She pulled herself up between his legs. “Before anything else, I’d like to thank you for such a nice swimming lesson,” she said. She looked up at him, her arms on top of his thighs, and hoped she looked sultry.

It seemed to be working, based on the way his face softened as his dick bounced further to life.

She took him in her hands, running her fingers gently over his still soft shaft, and then anchored her hands on the tops of his thighs to pull her chest up onto the rock.

She enveloped him with her mouth, easily taking in his whole half-erect shaft, and she encircled him with her tongue.

Pasco braced his hands behind him and moaned deeply, gasping. “You’re so warm!”

His shaft grew, becoming firmer with each heartbeat, pressing against the back of her throat. Ada wanted to keep her lips pressed against his base, to let his shaft bloom to its full length inside of her, but without either the sirens’ magical pre-cum or a bit more time to warm up, she just wouldn’t be able to.

So, she reluctantly pulled back but kept his tip in her mouth, swirling her tongue under him. Pasco gasped and shuddered.

Ada grabbed the outsides of his hips and tested out lowering herself slightly, then pulling back up. The rock below them was smooth and soft, and she slid easily over it. The sun had made the rock warm, and little sparks of pleasure flickered from her nipples as Ada lowered herself down, then pulled herself back up.

Very proud of her discovery, Ada set to an enthusiastic rhythm. She fucked herself over Pasco, taking him as deeply as she could. When she took him too far and her abdomen clenched, her sex clenched too with a ripple of pleasure.

The deeper she took him, the more she tasted a thicker, more mucous-like drool, as if her body was trying to make it easier for her to take more of him. That really got her going.

Pasco, for his part, probably would have declined if she had offered to become a slavering, gagging mess for the honor of sucking his dick. But she wanted it, she couldn’t resist. It was as much about her pleasure as his. She loved the feeling of him in her mouth, the way she felt between his legs. She loved causing his guttural moans, his gasps, his quakes of bliss.

She pressed her own legs together and wiggled in the water, desperate to touch herself and yet unwilling to tear her hands away from Pasco’s hips. She fucked herself over him even harder, as if perhaps that alone might just make her come, as her sex clenched around little sparks of pleasure.

Just as he was really starting to pant, he gently placed his hand on Ada’s forehead and set the pace, slowing her down gradually to a stop.

Ada looked up at him, his dick still in her mouth.

He took a deep inhale and sighed happily. “Alright. Enough foreplay.”

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