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Cutie Cumpire Measures Up

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

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


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

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

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

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

“So we are,” Nora said with a grin.

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

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

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

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

Jasper’s cheeks heated. “Yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nora giggled. “Isn’t it supposed to?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No,” Nora commanded.

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

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

Jasper spurted pre-cum again.

“Stop,” Nora ordered.

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” she hissed. “Cum for me!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Cutie Cumpire Goes to Work


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

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

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

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

Nora: Why? 😈

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

Nora: Deal with it.

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

Nora: No! 😡 don’t waste my cum!

Jasper: Then stop sending me pictures of your ass!

Nora: then stop looking at them 😈

Jasper: You know I can’t…

Nora: 🍑🍑🍑

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

Nora: 😭 fineeee

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

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

He sent her a short video of his throbbing cock.

She texted back immediately.

Nora: No fair!!!

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

Nora: This is different!!!

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

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

Then a new message suddenly scrolled his view down again.

Nora: Is there a window in that bathroom?

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

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

Nora: I’ll be right there.

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

Nora didn’t respond.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jasper: I didn’t yet

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

Jasper: uh… yeah…

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

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

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

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

Jasper: Not helping!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until finally, finally, Jasper shuddered to a stop.

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

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

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

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

“That was so hot,” Nora said.

“Y-yeah,” Jasper said.

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

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

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

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

Jasper: I dunno, I might actually die

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

Jasper: Wouldn’t you miss me?

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

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

He wrote, I love you

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

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

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

Nora: haha, ur such a nerd

Jasper held his breath.

Nora: I love u 😘

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

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


The end 🙂 (for now!)

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

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


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Cutie Cumpire and the Sticky Keys


Within an hour, she’d replied.

u/CutieCumpire69xxx replied to your post in r/RedditorCum 🥵🥵🥵 Fuck, I wish I was that wall…

It was like licking a battery, the electric jolt at seeing that comment. It arrived just as he was getting ready for bed. He put down a navy towel and fucked a silicone sleeve over the edge of the bed, making another massive puddle for the camera.

He awoke to the comment, adkhgkdagl fuck, yes.

Jasper’s pulse fluttered. This was officially enough of a thing for him to reply without it being creepy, he decided. And while he wished that the words would come as easily as he did so that he could jack off for the morning and be about his day, he fretted over the exact wording for his entire morning routine and most of the train ride to work.

What he finally settled on was: 👀 I like your pics. I could look at them next time, if you’d like that.

He still wasn’t sure if the correct grammar and punctuation made him look polite or like some sociopathic CEO serial killer, but it was only going to be cringey if he tried to sound casual, and that was way worse.

Jasper saw the reply at lunchtime.

🥵 Yes, please!

Jasper got exactly zero work done the rest of the day. He sorted email, and then re-sorted it. He cleaned his desk, and then also the common kitchen. He printed out an article on machine learning algorithms and then sat by the window, flipping the page every two minutes, seeing none of the words.

Fortunately, while pulses of arousal harried him all day, the predominant emotion was anxiety, which saved him from having to hide an erection for four hours. He was simultaneously contemplating backing out and also considering how to over-achieve.

Her pictures were public. And he wanted her to know that he really was looking at her. So he was thinking through the logistics of where to pull up her pictures so that he could have them in-frame as he masturbated, without cumming all over his keyboard.

Or maybe he should cum all over his keyboard…

The last few hours of the day crawled by as Jasper worked out his plan.


After entirely too much fretting, Jasper finally set up. He taped his phone to the end of his broom to prop it up at the right angle, covered his old laptop in plastic wrap and set it on the table, and then fussed with his floor lamp for a full fifteen minutes so that there wasn’t too much glare.And then he took a step back and shook his head at just how much effort he was putting into impressing a faceless username on the internet.

But… it wasn’t really just that, was it? Her comment in the venting thread had stuck with him. She seemed to like his videos. She certainly put up with a lot of bullshit just existing in the world.So to have a little fun, to do something elaborate in her honor, hopefully making it clear that he didn’t expect anything in return… Maybe it would make her smile. And that would be pretty cool.

Jasper stood awkwardly in front of his table, naked and not at all erect, remembering that he was supposed to be recording himself jacking off.

He scrolled the wireless mouse next to him on the table and pulled open the first tab—a picture of her pulling up a short skirt and spreading her legs for the camera.

His cock throbbed to life, and he reached around to tap the record button on his phone.He’d arranged the tabs in order of clothedness to simulate a striptease. He was either a romantic genius or a total creep.And while his cock was certainly responding, when he flipped to the next image of her panties half pulled around her ass, he still couldn’t shake that feeling of being a peeping Tom. Except—she had said ‘yes, please!’. If that wasn’t enthusiastic consent, he didn’t know what was. And all the photos were public. So he wasn’t creeping… Or if he was, then she wanted him to, right?

A jolt of electric pleasure through his cock, like the ding of a game show bell, confirming that Jasper had found the truth. He was being a total fucking creep, and she liked it, she wanted it. She wanted him alone in his kitchen desperately masturbating at the sight of her, she probably liked the way the sight of her breasts chased all rational thought from his mind… And fuck he had made this slideshow way too long because apparently the idea of being a consensual voyeur was enough to make him burst.

Jasper slowed and tried to make it last, finally allowing himself to stare at her breasts, to picture his fingers between her legs, to imagine his teeth pulling off her panties.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum so hard,” Jasper breathed—not in that porno way that always sounded so fake, but breathy and desperate and surprised, because he literally could not stop himself from saying it.

“Y-you make my balls feel so fucking tight, a-and I came so hard last night, but I’m so full again… I was totally useless at work today…” The muscles around his base clenched tight, his prostate throbbing and sending pre-cum through his length and dripping onto the table. “Fuck, I’m dripping… I’m not gonna last much longer…”

As the pre-orgasmic pleasure swirled at his base, Jasper growled and forced himself to stop stroking. His cock throbbed needily, balls tensing and squeezing, as much pre-cum oozing from his tip as a regular person ejaculated.

“B-but you want as much as you can get, right? The l-least I can do is edge once…” He forced himself to take deeper, slower breaths until the sizzle of urgency faded enough that he could start stroking again.

Despite his best efforts, he hurtled quickly towards the peak again. “Cutie, you make me so fucking desperate…” He didn’t realize it until it was out of his mouth, but that’s how he’d been thinking of her these past few days. ‘Cutie’. He hoped it wasn’t too weird, hoped it didn’t bother her, because whatever part of his brain was steering his mouth now really wanted to say her name—or as close to it as he knew.

“Cutie… fuck! I’m gonna…” Jasper just barely remembered that there was one more thing to do before he came, and he pried his hand away from his cock and clicked over to the last tab.

This was the pinnacle of his romantic genius/total creepiness, the grand finale, the coup de grâce that would send him careening past the point of no return.

It was a close-up picture of her breasts, hanging like ripe fruit under her collarbone tattoo of the bat with spread wings, the browser zoom set to 200% so that the title of the post was massive and bold over the top of the screen: Show me how much you’d cum on these cutie tits

This was why Jasper had wrapped the laptop in plastic. As soon as the words hit his eyes, he burst, thick ropes of cum splattering across the screen. The sight of his cum across her breasts undid some kind of restraint within him, removed some sort of flow limiter, and somehow his fourth, fifth, sixth pulses were each stronger than the last. He moaned like he had never moaned before, and even as his flow finally slowed, it didn’t stop. He just kept throbbing and oozing and stroking until his puddle reached the edges of the plastic-wrapped keyboard.

Thick globs of his cum trailed obscenely down the image of her breasts.

“Holy fuck…” he breathed. It took him a minute longer than usual to return to his senses enough to step back and reach for his phone. “Hope that wasn’t, uh… too much…” And then he hit stop.

Jasper flipped over to the submission page before he lost his nerve. It had seemed like a good idea, but he was about to post her images in his video… but they were also public, right? And he could always delete it later.

His finger hovered over the send button. But she couldn’t delete it later. They were her pictures, but they were in his video. And jesus fucking algorithm christ, the thumbnail that the video hosting site had chosen for the video was his splatter of cum dripping under that distinctive bat tattoo.

While Jasper would pull down as soon as she asked, she couldn’t know that for sure. She’d agreed to him looking at her, not re-posting her likeness.

Jasper chewed on his lip and exited out of the submission screen. With the video URL still on his clipboard, he pulled open her profile and tapped ‘Chat’.

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

Jasper wanted to also add ‘And if you want to block me, I totally get that too’ but he didn’t want to come across as too pathetic, so he took a deep breath, pasted the URL and hit ‘send’.

And then he waited. And realized that he was being an idiot and had never actually made dinner, so he put his phone away and pulled out a skillet.


Continued in Cutie Cumpire Gets Sextual

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

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Part 6: Denoument, The Alchemist's Illusions

Chapter 52: Science

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tanyth stepped back and nodded, admiring their handiwork.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s first?”

“Initial preparations. Non-genital stimulation.”

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

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

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

His erection bobbed to full hardness.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Which is?”

“Half shaft stimulation.”

“Excellent.”

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

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

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

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

“Testicles only!” Tanyth cheerily called.

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

“Yes, of course.”

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

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

Linza looked up at Grun and licked her lips.

He twitched in anticipation.

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

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

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

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

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

Tanyth called time, and Linza reluctantly withdrew.

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

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

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

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

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

“Ten?!” Grun suddenly looked truly desperate.

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

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

Linza and Tanyth went to each side of the wall.

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

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

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

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

“Greedy, aren’t we?” Linza teased.

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

She squeezed his base, and his hips bucked again.

“—when you do that…”

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

“Certainly.”

“W-wait, what?”

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

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

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

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

She nodded and returned to Grun.

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

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

Grun gulped. “Yay… science…”

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

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

“F-fuck that’s tight…”

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

He nodded. “I l-like it tight.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I can do whatever I want to you.”

He twitched again, his eyes softening.

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

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

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

“We’d be rich!” Tanyth chimed in.

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

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

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

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

“That’s much better,” she said. 

Grun grumbled under the gag.

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

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

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

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

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

“And now we’re to ten!” Tanyth said.

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

He blinked at her.

“Ten is when we start ass play.”

His hips bucked, and he shook against the ropes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tanyth called the time, and Linza withdrew.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Linza pressed the tip gently inside.

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

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

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

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

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

Tanyth beamed.

Grun moaned and panted.

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

Grun shuddered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was at least twenty milliliters.

Linza felt like a pretty little milk maid indeed.

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

Grun moaned lowly and seemed disinclined to move.

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

“Oh yes, lovely assistant?”

“We need exotic cum, right?”

“That’s correct.”

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

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

Tanyth nodded enthusiastically and unbuttoned their lab coat. 

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

Tanyth gasped, sighing with relief.

As with Grun, their relief soon turned to urgency.

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

They stroked themselves, still slick with her saliva.

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

“Fuck! Linza, Linza—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ne… next time?”

“Only if you want to, of course.”

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

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

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Part 6: Denoument, The Alchemist's Illusions

Chapter 47: A Stretch

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes!” Tanyth gasped.

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

“Y-yes, of c-course I do!”

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

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

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

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

“Ready when you are,” Grun said.

“F-fuck, I’m ready,” Tanyth said.

Grun slicked his shaft with lubricant, moaning indulgently.

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

Grun stroked himself.

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

“Then hop on board,” Grun said.

They aligned themselves over Grun, and then carefully lowered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just sit back and relax,” Grun teased.

“I c-can’t! You’re so big!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Grun also breathed deeply, calming himself.

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

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

“H-how does it feel?” Grun said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finally, they stilled.

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

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

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

As Grun stirred towards her, she straddled his face.

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

She sank onto his face.

He lapped at her greedily. 

It didn’t take long. 

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

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Part 5: Triangle, The Alchemist's Illusions

Chapter 46: Proposition

Linza had requested to borrow the madame’s private area of the veranda, the same place that she had first met Grun, and the madame had obliged with a knowing smile.

Linza had arrived a bit early, wanting to be sure to be there first, and also too nervous to do much of anything else.

The sun-warmed breezes of the ocean rippled over the veranda and through her hair. That was much of why she’d wanted to do it here. The sun and the ocean lent her their expansive calm.

Had the day been stormy, she would have taken it as an omen and called off the whole thing. She still found herself ever so slightly wishing that a sudden squall might overtake the blueness of the sky and release her from what she was about to do. 

But just as the estate had no such rule against staff relationships, the sky did no such thing.

Tanyth arrived first. They wore a violet suit, their hair braided down and around one shoulder, strands loosed from the edges to frame their face. Linza suspected they had tapped into their masculine energies for assertiveness.

They looked more cheerful than Linza had expected, which either meant that they had not inferred her true purpose or that they had become much better at lying.

“Linza!” they said as they waved. They came to sit across from her, leaning back in their chair and looking unbothered. “I’ve missed you, this past week.”

“I had a lot of thinking to do,” she said.

“Did you reach any conclusions?” Their facade wavered. Despite their best efforts, they looked very interested in her response.

She hesitated, hoping that at least one element of the day’s timing would work in her favor. 

It did. Tanyth turned towards the sound of the door opening and to the sight of Grun ducking under the doorway, which did not admit his full height. He wore tailored trousers and no shirt, his hair caught up in a bun.

They looked at each other.

Then they looked at Linza.

Linza waved Grun over to sit down.

Tanyth’s facade slipped another inch, and they looked concerned. “I didn’t realize this was…”

Grun grinned smugly and folded his arms as he sat. He dwarfed the little chair, just like he dwarfed Tanyth. “I daresay that’s the point.”

“You know what’s happening?” Tanyth said.

“I reckon we are about to hear a verdict,” Grun said.

“A verdict? What about?”

“Well, she can’t very well tell us if you’re prattling, can she?” Grun met Linza’s eyes. It was a challenge. She held his gaze.

Tanyth glanced nervously between them.

Linza took a deep breath. She was regretting her decision to be sober for this. “What’s happening is… you’re on a date.”

“A date?!” Tanyth said. “Is someone— doesn’t that mean that someone—”

Grun still looked at her with his even eyes, his slight smile. He seemed to already understand.

“All three of us,” Linza said, trying to keep her voice steady.

“Like a competition?” Tanyth squeaked.

Grun laughed. “If it were a competition, you wouldn’t be here at all, little bird.”

Linza was nearly offended on Tanyth’s behalf, but Tanyth just looked startled. They were all request and no command. In any contest, Grun would dominate, it was true.

And that was the exact thing that Linza had been struggling with. If she put forward an ultimatum to the two of them, she knew that no matter what she asked, no matter what she clarified, Grun by his nature would seize the prize. Tanyth, by their nature, would defer.

It would be an experiment that undermined its goal by its very design.

Her primary mistake had been looking to a competitive evaluation for answers.

Linza cleared her throat. 

They both looked at her.

“We, all three of us, are here to go on a date with each other. To see… if we all get along. Together. The three of us.”

Grun’s grin deepened.

Tanyth pressed their fingers to their lips. “I’m still not quite sure I…”

Grun reached over and cupped Tanyth’s cheek in his hand. Tanyth’s hand fell to the table and their eyes turned fully up into Grun’s.

“I believe,” Grun said, “that the lady is asking if we can get along. Do you think we can get along?”

Tanyth nodded emphatically.

Grun leaned down and kissed them tenderly. They melted into his embrace.

Linza’s heart raced. This was all going so very much faster than she had expected. Was Grun mocking her? Yet, would she really have invited him here if she thought he would?

He broke the kiss after a moment, and Tanyth hung upon him.

He looked to Linza. “Now, I am sure you are making some very scientific observations,” Grun said.

Linza nodded.

“How do you feel? Jealous? Excited?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Hm, that means the experiment must continue.”

“Does the experiment continuing mean you’re going to kiss me again?” Tanyth said.

“Only if you want me to,” Grun said.

Tanyth threw their arms around Grun’s neck and pulled themselves up into him.

Grun caught their waist and pulled them close.

Linza was feeling very good about her decision to ask to borrow the private veranda.

Grun had been right that she was too quick to defer to another’s happiness. But what had halted her every attempt to follow his advice was that, in the end, there was not so crisp a line between others’ happiness and her own. She was right to cut out abuse from her life, and she would do better at it.

But she was also right to take Grun’s words and find her own way.

Because holy shit was this turning her on.

Tanyth was floating, basking in the glow of attentions finally requited.

Grun was hungry yet tender, his erection already throbbing under his trousers. Whether he did it for her enjoyment or Tanyth’s or for theirs both, Linza did not quite know or care. All her cares evaporated in the growing heat between the three of them.

It was Tanyth who broke the kiss next. They cupped Grun’s cheeks in their small hands and smoothed the edges of his beard. “This is… just yes… but I have to…”

They had the demeanor of a drunk needing a stop in the wash room, especially as they extricated themselves from Grun’s arms and stumbled onto the veranda. But then they threw themselves into Linza’s arms and pressed their lips against hers. 

Linza’s butterflies exploded into flight. It was the sudden vent of wants left unsaid, the snapping of a leash and the rush of freedom.

To want, to crave, to hold, to heal.

Her selfish wish was that a selfless affection could flow between the three of them.

Grun came up around behind her, kissing her hair, her cheek. His lips on her neck, her shoulder.

Her wish came true.

Tanyth tucked their cheek against hers and she nestled into their neck, kissing them there.

“W-where there any s-stipulations on the use of the veranda?” Tanyth asked.

Grun’s hands found Linza’s breasts as his tongue traced the curve from the tip of her shoulder to her temple.

Linza moaned. “We have it for the hour.”

“Always so prepared,” Grun said, tipping her head back with his hand and kissing her again.

Tanyth stood and hastily kicked off their trousers, nearly tripping as they did.

Linza giggled through the kiss, and Grun pressed into her even more fiercely.

His hand pressed between her legs, and she moaned.

Tanyth’s hands found their shaft as they considered their options.

Linza wiggled and Grun leaned back, allowing her to strip her shirt off over her head and unbutton her skirt.

Grun’s trousers were struggling to contain his massive erection. He unbuttoned them and sighed with relief as he freed his member to Linza’s eager affections.

She could fit little more than the head of his shaft in her mouth, though Grun didn’t seem to mind her limits. He groaned happily and his knees shook.

Tanyth came to sit next to her, their hands finding Grun’s balls. “Do you want him inside of you as bad as I do?” Tanyth said.

“Most definitely,” Linza sighed. “But that’s going to take a lot longer than we have here.”

“When in doubt, cock worship?” Tanyth offered.

Linza leaned over and pecked them on the cheek. “You read my mind.”

Any of Grun’s previous machismo vanished as Linza and Tanyth lavished attentions upon him. He quivered and groaned—he gasped and his eyes pleaded.

He eventually ended up back in his chair, Linza and Tanyth kneeling between his legs.

They took turns between his shaft and balls, stroking and licking and moaning.

He shifted, rocking his hips towards them.

Linza broke from his tip for a moment. “Just so you know, he likes a rim job.”

Tanyth’s eyes lit up. They brought their attentions lower. “Ooooh, you took a bath right before this, didn’t you?”

“Y-yeah,” Grun said, “Never hurts to be… nnnngh… prepared…”

Tanyth brought their tongue enthusiastically to Grun’s perineum, licking eagerly.

Linza worked his shaft with both hands and stroked the underside of his head with the flat of her tongue. Already she was treated with another sweet drop of pre-cum.

Tanyth dropped a half an inch lower, and Grun’s voice caught.

Then Tanyth dropped a little lower, and Grun’s moans deepened, his whole body quivering with anticipation.

His shaft throbbed, his pleasure gifting Linza with more pre-cum.

Tanyth dropped a little bit lower.

“F-fuck! T-Tanyth I’m so close… if you get any closer than I’m really gonna… huh…”

Tanyth took that as an invitation to apply their enthusiastic oral attentions directly to Grun’s rim.

Grun’s back arched, he bellowed a moan, and his balls tensed at his base as he catapulted into climax.

Linza swallowed him greedily, the stroking of her tongue pulling even more out of him.

Both she and Tanyth knew how to read him, and they both eased just as pleasure turned to sensitivity.

Grun heaved a full-body sigh and looked up at them, but he seemed more enthused than sated. “Alright, who’s next?”

“Linza, of course!” Tanyth said.

Linza shook her head. “Nope. Tanyth.” She grinned a little wickedly. “I want to see how quickly you can make them pop.”

Grun sat up and dipped his head at Linza. “As you wish.”

Tanyth flushed red, and they trembled with anticipation, their own erection throbbing. “It’s only fair, I couldn’t impose, I—”

Grun dropped to his knees and stood Tanyth up in front of him, then took Tanyth’s entire length into his mouth.

Tanyth’s protests melted into a moan of abject pleasure.

With a practiced rhythm and genuine desire to please, Grun worked over Tanyth’s length.

“F-fuck… this feels like… like fucking it feels… nnngh so gooood…”

Grun tilted his head to wink at Linza.

Her own heart fluttered out of her chest. She dropped back to her chair and kicked off her soaked underwear. Her whole body was thrumming even before she pressed her fingers over her vulva. She gasped at the pleasure.

This spurred Grun on.

That sent Tanyth even deeper into their spiral of bliss, and both of those things together especially fanned Linza’s heat, which escaped in further gasps, and so on.

Round and around, they climbed.

Grun started stroking himself, the moans of his own pleasure mingling with the pressing heat of his mouth as he enveloped Tanyth.

Tanyth anchored their fingers in his hair lest they fall over, and they let Grun push and push them towards climax.

Linza watched them, capturing every curve and angle and note into memory. The arch of Tanyth’s back. Their braid unraveling. Grun’s hand around their hips, fingers reaching fully around one cheek of their ass. The droplets beading and then falling from Grun’s tip, as he slowly stroked himself.

Linza’s own moans deepened. She was getting close.

Within a moment, Tanyth was hanging from the edge, totally at Grun’s mercy.

And then Linza realized. Grun hadn’t really been trying to make Tanyth come as fast as he could, though he had certainly put on a show of it.

What he was really doing was holding Tanyth at the quivering edge as long as he could. Timing it all for Linza. An offer that the three of them might climax together. Simultaneous orgasm was hardly necessary for pleasure, and perhaps a bit overrated. But Linza had to admit, it was really really hot.

The realization of what Grun was doing for her pushed her over the edge as much as the sight of it did.

As she screamed her pleasure, totally forgetting that on the veranda they could not be seen but they certainly could be heard, Grun unfettered his efforts.

As Linza’s mind returned from the brink of sanity to the throbbing waves of pleasure, Tanyth groaned and collapsed over Grun’s head, wrapping their arms around his neck.

Grun swallowed, the ripple of his throat sending another trickle of pleasure down Linza’s spine.

And then Grun came, his moans making Tanyth gasp, his cum in thick white spurts across the wood and Tanyth’s feet.

Tanyth shook, leaning against the table and waiting for their senses and balance to return. They laughed as they saw their feet.

An idea sparked in Linza’s mind, a suggestion from the character of the orcish woman that she had summoned for Grun, and she voiced it.

“If it pleases,” she crooned at him, “Do clean up the mess you’ve made of poor Tanyth.”

The complete deference on Grun’s face astounded Linza as he eagerly bowed and licked his spend off of Tanyth’s feet.

Tanyth gasped, tensing at what might have been ticklish, their shaft throbbing to hardness again.

Linza had intended that Grun might use his shirt or something, but this was way better.

Finally, Grun looked up at her. “Have I pleased?”

“Yes. And we’ll get a rag for the rest. I don’t want you licking the floor, you kiss me with that mouth.”

He seemed to take that as an invitation, surging to his feet, scooping her up, and doing just that, plunging her into the heady musk of his sweat, the bitter taste of his seed on his tongue.

That nearly drove her into another frenzy, except for one thing—she couldn’t quite breathe. Reluctantly, she reluctantly put a hand to his chest. 

He leaned back.

“Okay, okay, I need to catch my breath.” 

He relented, and she folded into his chest.

Those next minutes trickled softly like sand through an hourglass. The ocean whispered. Their hearts slowed. They all silently reflected on what had fallen away, and what still was.

They stirred, then dressed again.

Linza carefully straightened Tanyth’s shirt, her fingers lingering at their waist.

Grun playfully untucked Linza’s shirt, and as she stopped to fix it, he flipped up her skirt and grabbed her ass.

They left the veranda and went for dinner, talking easily and laughing long into the night.

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Part 2: Training, The Alchemist's Illusions

Chapter 11: The Break Room

After a week, Linza felt like she and Tanyth were already old friends.

It was time to start the next part of her job training.

The sex part.

Linza had expected her shyness to come screaming back, but all it managed was a meek ‘peep’. She felt totally comfortable with Tanyth and totally comfortable in the little room.

They walked her through setting up the room in the default configuration. Then, they kneeled across from each other on the bamboo mat.

“Alright, so,” Tanyth started. “Part of this job is that a lot of people are going to masturbate in front of you. Like you said, variety is the spice of life. Some moments can feel strange, or unfamiliar, or even just silly. We want all of our guests to feel welcomed, and unjudged.”

Linza nodded. “Of course!”

“So, the next step is exposure training. Part of it is about desensitization to any of the things that might make you want to snort or giggle or hide. Part of it is also about learning different kinds of rhythms, observing different kinds of masturbation. There’s as many different kinds as there are people.”

“Makes sense.”

“The way this works is that we’ve marked this room as one of the break rooms for staff. They’ll know you’re in here. Some might introduce themselves, others might not. They all know the drill, so you’re welcome to giggle or gasp or laugh and not worry about your own noises.”

“My own noises?”

“When you masturbate.”

“Oh!” Of course. But also, oh my.

Tanyth quirked a grin. “I’d buy you a bottle of really nice wine if you managed to make it through a shift in the break room without touching yourself.”

A wave of heat rolled down Linza’s spine. She narrowed her eyes playfully. “You’re saying that because I told you I liked denial, aren’t you!”

They shrugged. “Do you want the wager or not?”

“I’ll take it,” she said firmly. She’d spent whole days at work fantasizing without cracking. She was pretty sure she could handle it. And if there was any day she could, it would be this first day, where so much was unfamiliar.

“All right! We’re almost ready, then. Let’s see… oh, feel free to step out back if you ever need to. Sometimes the experience can be surprisingly emotional. That’s normal too. My shift tonight is tending bar, so you’re free to come by later if you want to talk.”

Linza nodded. She was quite sure she’d be fine, but she truly did appreciate all of the considerations. This is what she’d signed up for, after all. People masturbating in front of her. Eventually, masturbating to her. She was excited!

“Alright, let’s get you situated then.” Tanyth got up and Linza followed, stepping around the half-folded room divider and into her half of the room.

Tanyth stayed on the other side. “You’ve got a little handle, just there… yup. Just pull that over and it’ll latch into place.”

“You’re leaving that way?”

“Well, I’m not leaving quite yet.”

Linza had never heard Tanyth sound directly flirtatious before. Her heart wobbled up into her throat. She fumbled with the latch, but did eventually get it clasped.

With the screen drawn tight, it looked like a solid part of the wall, except for the little grate in the middle that let her look into the larger side of the room.

Her side was dark, so that she was hidden.

Sound would pass easily between them.

She held her breath.

They turned back to the little grate, eyes in her direction, though she knew they could not see her. “Oh, I did mean to double check with you. Is this alright? I can always go—”

“Totally alright. Great. Good. I’ll be most comfortable if it’s you, first.” Linza had not once considered, through Tanyth’s entire explanation, that they might be one of the ones to masturbate in front of her. ‘Comfortable’ was perhaps a lie, but ‘eager’ would be accurate.

They grinned brightly at her. “Great! I’m glad to hear it. I’m feeling pent up something fierce, though I can’t quite place why…” Tanyth casually unbuttoned their shirt, revealing their flat chest.

They started to unbutton their wide-legged trousers.

Linza’s heart raced. She didn’t care at all what anatomy they had, except that whatever it was, she wanted her mouth on it or in it. 

She had thought she’d gotten a handle on her affections for Tanyth.

She had been very wrong.

Their pants slid down over their slender hips and pooled in the center of the floor.

They stood before her, totally naked.

Their skin was smooth and hairless, their waist nipped in with a feminine hint, and their erection pulsed and begged for touch.

Discussions of word choice returned to Linza’s mind. She could hardly call what Tanyth had a ‘cock’ or a ‘dick’. Those words were too rough for them. ‘Shaft’, perhaps. Or simply ‘penis’, as necessary.

Linza’s mind wandered over the meandering flow of Tanyth’s gender expression. As with any part of Tanyth’s body and manners, Linza knew that their shaft would be as masculine or as feminine as they wanted it to be.

Not even bothering to sit down, Tanyth started to stroke themselves.

Linza edged closer to the grate, still barely breathing.

Tanyth’s first happy moan was like a spark on dry kindling.

Linza’s whole body flared with desire and she became very uncertain whether she would earn her bottle of wine. 

There was a shallow shelf on the wall by the door, and Tanyth had left a jar open there. All the jars were lubricant, and there were a variety of flavors and scents. That one was jasmine. Linza had thought Tanyth had left it open for its fragrance, but the reason was now clear.

They paused their stroking and dipped their fingers into the clear liquid. It dripped in long strings as Tanyth returned their hand to themselves.

Then they moaned in earnest and Linza nearly fainted.

The one mercy of the whole thing was that it seemed like Tanyth wasn’t trying to take too long. They had their shift to get too, after all.

Linza pressed her fingertips against the screen and the tip of her nose against the grate, captivated. Capturing every detail. Remembering.

The way their face fluttered with pleasure. Their tongue between their lips. The swanlike curve of their back as they braced one hand against the wall and leaned heavily into it. Their rising urgency.

Every gasp. Every moan. Every stutter.

She wanted to pull every one of those noises from them, and then more.

The sound of their blooming climax was the high-pitched sigh of a luxuriant stretch.

Their cum spurted out onto the wall and then dribbled down over their hand. And then more. And then more.

It was more cum than Linza had ever seen at once. But it did not seem to be a supernatural amount. She just became even less impressed with her previous lovers who’d had similar hardware.

And all the more enamored with Tanyth.

They heaved a happy sigh and picked up a clean wash cloth from the stack. They wiped themselves down, then the wall, then dropped the cloth in a bin by the door.

Tanyth put their hand to the door, then turned back and waved. “Remember, come down any time!” They gave her a sunny smile as if they had not just worked themselves to powerful orgasm in front of her, and then left.

Linza sunk down to her knees. Her whole body was trembling.

Good gods she was so turned on.

She was hardly afforded any time to think, however, as the door swung open again.

She scrambled back up to peer through the grate. There was a stool behind her for such a purpose, and she pulled it up so that she could sit and still see who had arrived.

This was a woman, plump and curvaceous, with her hand already down the front of her trousers.

“H-hi! I’m s-sorry I usually properly introduce myself first, but… nnnnngh… fuck.”

The woman leaned back into the wall of the room and slid down to the floor with a plop. Her hand stayed buried in her trousers all the while. She was panting heavily, her breasts bouncing on her chest.

“It’s just my favorite patron visited today and he always gets me so… so… Ah, Aaaaah!” Barely thirty seconds after entering the room, the woman heaved her head back against the wall and climaxed.

Linza expected her to leave then, but it seemed that she was only getting started.

The woman bit her lip and squirmed and panted. She massaged her breasts and pinched her own nipples from the outside of her shirt.

Linza tried to take mental notes. But she was too aroused to think clearly and too curious to sink fully into her own arousal, so she just rocked her vulva against the stool and gasped quietly. The woman worked herself to a second, then a third orgasm. She sighed, stretched, toweled herself off, and left.

She’d never said her name.

Not that Linza would be remembering any names like this.

There was a man with tattoos, then a woman with white hair. Then a man and a woman together, and he fucked her into the ground as she sang with ecstasy.

She did see a few things that had surprised her.

There was a man who seemed to have orgasmed multiple times, if his face and voice were to be trusted, but he hadn’t ejaculated at all.

And then there was a woman who had ejaculated quite forcefully, sending a spray and then subsequent drip of clear fluid onto the floor below her.

Some masturbated slowly, some quickly. Some orgasmed powerfully, some hardly seemed to at all.

She had not realized just how right she had been. Variety truly was the spice of life.

And Tanyth had been right to call her ‘pansexual’. There was not one single body, one single face of pleasure, one gasp or moan of delight, that did not wrack her whole body with arousal.

Linza could hardly even remember anymore why she wasn’t touching herself, why she wasn’t cumming with them, except that Tanyth didn’t want her to.

For Tanyth, she waited.

For Tanyth, she trembled against the screen, sweating and gasping, rocking herself against the stool until she edged and edged and edged but never climaxed.

She hardly noticed that it had been an especially long time since the last person had come in, except that the door startled her when it swung open.

It was Tanyth!

“Just finished my shift,” they said. “You still in here?”

“Yes,” Linza gasped.

“Nicely done! If you want to pull open the screen, I’ll help clean up.”

All Linza could think was that she wanted them to clean her up. Trembling, she stood and unlatched the screen.

Tanyth swept it easily aside, revealing her quivering there.

Their face was suddenly uncertain. “Are you alright?”

“I, um… I didn’t…” Linza had never felt this dizzyingly aroused in her life.

Tanyth caught her by the elbow and found her eyes. “You didn’t cum, this whole time?”

Linza nodded, eagerly.

“Holy shit Linza, just for our bet?”

No, for Tanyth… oh, the bet! The wine! Right. It had just been a bet. “Y-yeah.”

“Well fuck me, I’d have just bought it for you if you wanted it so badly.”

She would have happily fucked them. “I’m… competitive.”

“Well, I can’t let you out of here like this. Do you want me to step outside, watch your, or touch you?”

While Linza’s conscious mind was still trying to make sense of Tanyth’s words, Linza’s unconscious responded confidently. “Touch me!”

Tanyth took Linza’s hands and pulled her gently onto the bamboo mat, then hovered over her with a soft smile.

First, they pressed their hand over her panties and her mound. “Fuck, you’re soaked!”

All Linza could do was nod.

Their hands were cool and soothing where they brushed over Linza’s skin and helped her wriggle out of the panties and kick them to her ankles.

Then, their fingers returned to her.

All the anticipation and wanting turned into pleasure in Tanyth’s hands. They were an alchemist of the highest degree.

“How’s that?” Their fingers ran circles over her vulva.

“Yes!”

“Do you want…” the fingers of their other hand brushed deeper between Linza’s labia, at the entrance to her vagina.

“Yes, please, please inside!”

Two of Tanyth’s fingers pressed in and Linza screamed with ecstasy. They easily found her spot of especial pleasure and pressed in a regular rhythm.

“Fuck!” Linza gasped. “Yes. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Just stay… exactly like that…”

Tanyth obliged.

Linza’s heat built. She clenched her sex around Tanyth’s fingers and as she did, Tanyth pressed back against her. Linza moaned.

She let her mind sink back into fantasy. The memory of Tanyth’s cum, on the wall and dripping over their fingers, played slowly in Linza’s mind.

Her breath heaved in ragged gasps. “T-Tanyth, you’re gonna make me, you’re gonna make me— Aaaah!”

The climax overtook her in slow, heavy pulses. Tanyth continued their exact movements even as she writhed and shook and clenched. They did not slow or stop until Linza started to quiver with sensitivity and placed her hand over theirs.

They grinned down at her and withdrew their hands, then licked her wetness off of them.

Linza nearly came again just at the sight of it, but she was happy to be done shaking.

“I apologize that I let us make a bet with too low a wager,” Tanyth said. “Does that plus the wine seem adequate?”

Linza nodded dreamily. “Yes, very… adequate…”

Tanyth placed a calming hand on Linza’s chest. “You just stay there and recover. I’ll clean up, then I’ll walk you to the trolley. How’s that sound?”

Linza had meant to say ‘that’s perfect’ but instead she said, “You’re perfect…”

Tanyth giggled and winked. “You flatter me. You’re a quick learner, though. I’m sure you’ll surpass me in no time.”

Linza was a quick learner, but it took her three more nights to confirm the lesson that had glowed within her that night. As with her employment, she slept on it. Then she slept on it again. And one more time.

And then she was certain.

She was in love with Tanyth.

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Part 2: Training, The Alchemist's Illusions

Chapter 8: The Room

The room was just as Wyn had described. The screen that split the two parts was folded partially back.

There was another door on the parallel wall and opposite corner, which was much more ornate. That would be where the esteemed guest entered.

The guest’s side of the room was decorated with a little nondescript shrine. There were two cairns of stones and a magical trickle of water flowed down each one, filling the room with the soft sound.

The staff side of the room had a shelf of cubbies which were full of candles, incense, glass jars, and all manner of other accessories. There was a default setup, of course, but each esteemed guest could request customizations that were arranged for them before their arrival. There was no bed in this room, just a segmented bamboo mat rolled out across the floor.

The light was dim and orange. Cozy. A clearly labeled cluster of levers on the wall controlled the color and amount of light by sliding various filters over the source.

Linza took a moment to slide all of them back, curious about both the mechanisms and the source of light. The brightness of the light was nearly blinding. She confirmed that the source was a perfectly round gem, radiating a steady light from its core. The magic could only be wrought in a flawless gem, but once it was it would shine eternally.

Linza was so overwhelmed by taking in even the small room that it was a long few minutes before she noticed the piece of parchment in the middle of the bamboo mat on the floor. It was folded into a tent with her name in curling script on the front.

She picked it up and on the inside was a letter.

Hello!

My name is Tanyth (they/them pronouns, please) and I will be helping you get acquainted with the house. I know it’s a bit odd to leave you just a note, but if you’re anything like me, you’re feeling totally overwhelmed at the moment.

Your first goal is to simply keep coming to this room — and, if you’d like, IN this room 😉 — every night until you no longer feel nervous to be here. It may take a long time, or no time at all. When you’re ready, you may deliver a letter addressed to me to the madame’s assistant. I’ll then be waiting to meet you the following night.

Best wishes,

Tanyth

Linza’s heart was beating in her throat. She was already eager to meet Tanyth! Such beautiful writing could only come from beautiful hands, she was sure.

But, she was sure it was the same as when the madame had insisted that she spend a night considering her terms of employment.

As eager as she was, she appreciated Tanyth’s thoughtfulness.

Yet, how in the world was she supposed to not feel nervous? 

Her eyes darted back to the winking face in the letter.

She could do as they’d suggested… though, was she really so bold? But, why not? That was the whole point of the place, wasn’t it?

Yet, she’d never been here before. That could be worrying… or exciting.

Linza checked the doors. Both locked with a bolt. Some small magics could open simple locks like this, but she expected that was by design. The locks were meant to prevent accidental entry, not all entry. That would be necessary for the safety of the staff.

That thought sparked a little flicker of anxiety. Just how dangerous could this line of work be? The terms of employment had talked at great length about security and safety measures. Should she be worried?

Then again, the professors who gave the longest lectures on safety always had the fewest accidents in their laboratories. She expected that the same principal applied here.

And, she understood Tanyth’s advice. She was feeling overwhelmed. She agreed that she’d learn little until her nerves abated.

So, Linza settled in. She took six candles and arranged them in a ring, then lay a stick of incense on a tray between them. She lit each of them with a brief arcane chant and a snap of her fingers. She stretched out on the bamboo mat and let her whole body relax for a few minutes. Then, she sat up and pressed her feet together and practiced the gestures for her favorite spells, which was as meditation for her.

As her hands traced the shape of the spell for a minor illusion, her memory wandered back to her activities of the previous night.

Arousal rushed over her like heat billowing out of a cracked oven.

She could do that again. Or, she could do something different.

She traced the shape and the crystal at her throat hummed.

A visceral moan unfolded in the air around her. Then, another.

A shiver ran down her spine and pooled between her legs, a quivering tingle in her sex.

She thought of the way that the madame’s assistant had smelled. The way that she might fold into his field of stars. It felt a little bit naughty, to indulge in that. Like Wyn had said, a little bit like lusting after a professor. Might she, like Wyn had imagined, be able to learn from him? From the madame herself?

Linza was sure she could not imagine what they would teach her.

The luxuriant moaning that she had summoned brought her back to awareness of her body. She flicked her fingers to renew the spell, and it continued.

Her sex ached, but she did not yet touch herself.

Her breathing quickened, her blood ran hot.

And Tanyth, what were they like? What would they teach her? Were there any staff here that would not make her into a blushing, stuttering mess?

She undressed all the way. Her flicker of shyness died in the wake of the next illusory moan.

If she could be naked here, masturbate here, that would go a long way towards making her feel more comfortable.

She lay back on the bamboo mat, the panels smooth against her skin. She stretched and felt the ridges all along her spine, her arms, her ass, her calves. The room was the perfect temperature to lay like this.

Soaking in the needy, visceral moans of her illusion.

She plunged her fingers into the depths of her arousal and nearly screamed with delight. She had stopped herself, because she thought she might be heard.

But, wasn’t the point to be heard? To make herself as comfortable as possible? To be as shamelessly vocal as the sounds of pleasure she so often summoned for herself?

Linza withdrew her fingers, letting the anticipation build. She waited until her legs were trembling and her sex was clenching and her breath was shaking.

As she touched herself again, she moaned. The sound started at the very depth of her arousal and vibrated inside of her before escaping from her throat. It was as if she were a lute and her fingers plucked the strings of her pleasure.

She played her favorite song all the way up to the crescendo.

Just before the crest, she stopped.

Linza gasped and growled. Why was she torturing herself like this?

It was because the next time her fingers touched her folds, they felt so good. Every time she edged herself, her pleasure redoubled.

After the fourth time, she couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted, needed, craved the climax. She was quivering and begging for relief.

This time her fingers did not stop and this time the song swelled to its final crescendo, a scream of abject pleasure.

Linza moaned as the aftershocks coursed through her. The illusory moaning quieted. Her breathing slowed. The candles burned softly next to her.

Linza had not meant to fall asleep there in the little room. But, she had been so thoroughly relaxed, so totally comfortable, that she drifted right off into dreams of suns enveloping moons.


Linza awoke in the dim light of the little room, sure that it was a bit late in the night to be walking home by herself, but also optimistic that she might be able to find some other employee recently off shift that might walk with her.

She wiped herself with a towel from a cubby and cleaned the room as best she could. If she’d interpreted Tanyth’s letter correctly, this room was set aside for her training and so she didn’t need to worry too much about protocol just yet.

She dressed without hurry and opened the door.

The bright sun of late morning crackled in her eyes.

She was going to be so late for work!

She collected herself as best she could and listened for music. True to the assistant’s word, this brought her back to the main street and she hurried towards the exit of the estate and the trolley stop out front.

Linza swore as she waited for the trolley to arrive, then cursed at its slow progress, then muttered hexes towards herself as she jogged the last few blocks to the laboratory.

She took a deep breath and stepped inside, trying to look nonchalant. She’d prepared a fib about getting on the trolley going the wrong way that she hoped would be convincing.

Linza was soothed and yet perturbed to find that nobody had noticed. She spent the rest of the day kicking herself for kicking herself and also debating whether she was ready to meet Tanyth.

She finally decided that the curiosity was going to make her nervous in its own way. She’d write her letter that night, deliver it on her way to the room, spend just the evening there this time, and then meet them the following night.


Linza did as she had planned. That night, she bought dinner at the estate, tiny pastries of roasted vegetables and meats. The smell of it filled the little room and intensified the flavor.

Given her day’s rough start and her wariness to lose track of time again, she simply ate, burned a single stick of incense, and then left.

She hadn’t spotted the madame’s assistant on the way in, and so she wandered the estate for a bit with her letter addressed to Tanyth.

However, she became distracted and stopped to listen to a bard play a sonata on a massive harp.

“How are you finding everything?” The assistant was suddenly standing directly next to her.

Linza nearly jumped out of her skin. “Oh, I was looking for you!”

He looked down at her with his knowing, noticing eyes, as if to say I know

She gulped and handed him the letter. “I-It’s for Tanyth.”

He nodded. “They will receive it tonight.”

Unsure of what to do with the intensity of his gaze, her eyes flitted back to the bard. She searched for something to say. “Do you think they—”

But as she turned, she found that the assistant was already gone.

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Faster Than Light


Mason Jones was over the moon. Literally! Over the moon! Further away from Earth than the moon!

He’d been on the waiting list for space travel for years. And being on that list owned your life whether you were selected or not. You had to eat perfectly, exercise perfectly, regular blood tests, twice yearly check-ups, it was a whole thing. Only those in tip-top shape were allowed to even stay on the list.

As Mason watched the earth become smaller and smaller behind them, he marveled that it had only turned around twice since he’d been notified that he’d been selected for the mission. And not just any mission. The mission of the century. The maiden voyage for faster than light travel.

It had all been a blur since then. Something about him meeting a certain physical qualification based on his most recent test results. Something else about his predecessor dropping out. Their loss!

And now, he was here, in space!

Soon the ship was millions of miles away from Earth, in empty space, and it was time to start preparing for faster than light travel. And to meet the rest of the crew. In all the rush, they’d hardly been introduced. There were six of them altogether; the pilot, the co-pilot, the navigator, the mechanic, the researcher, and then Mason.

“So, uh… I don’t think they quite told me in all the rush, but what’s my role here?” From what they’d listed, they seemed to have it covered.

The rest of the crew shifted uncomfortably, except for the researcher. She was a black woman, late twenties, round eyes, button nose, and like everyone else on the crew, in impeccable physical condition.

The pilot, a Scandinavian man with blond hair and nearly clear skin, blushed. “They didn’t tell you?!”

Mason tried not to let his growing concern show.

“Guess they didn’t want the same thing to happen as with Dutch,” said the mechanic, a thick woman with brown hair and blue eyes.

“You’d better tell him,” said the pilot, looking at the researcher.

“I don’t see why it’s such a big deal,” the researcher said. “FTL is theoretically possible with a careful warp of the space-time continuum. Recent research has indicated that human consciousness is more multi-dimensional than initially expected. Desire is inherent to the existence of life and thought to be species agnostic, so the theory goes that with sufficient desire, an FTL jump to another compatible concentration of desire is possible. This will cause the space-time fabrics to collapse, allowing instantaneous transport over light years.”

The pilot shook is head and put his hand to his forehead. “Tch, in English, Kendra?”

Kendra tilted her head. “That was an extremely simple explanation.”

The mechanic sighed. “What the good doctor here is trying to say is that FTL apparently runs on sexual torture.”

“Say what now?” Mason said.

“This is why your predecessor dropped out last minute,” the pilot explained.

Mason tented his fingertips in front of his chin. He caught eyes with the researcher. “I just have one question. Is it going to hurt?”

“Only if you want it to,” she replied.

A shiver tingled down Mason’s spine and his growing confusion was replaced with a growing boner. He was beginning to understand which ‘physical qualifications’ may have resulted in his invitation.

“Well, I will do whatever I must to make FTL possible. I didn’t measure my alcohol consumption down to the milliliter for the past five years to let a little bit of sexual torture stop me from making space history. Let’s get to it. For science.”

And for the predicament bondage and sexual torture fetish that he was now sure the government had scraped from his browsing history. 


The researcher had horrible bedside manner and that made the whole thing that much more thrilling.

Mason was taken to the center of the ship to a rig that comprised a body-shaped armature and a lot of bindings. He was sure that the space administration had spent millions of dollars engineering what was already available on the market as bondage furniture. 

The researcher had already explained to him everything that was going to happen, and he felt quite excited. He could also sense the eyes of the rest of the crew, grateful but curious, and perhaps slightly judgmental of his enthusiasm. And, shameless pervert that he was, that turned him on even more.

His flight suit could not hide his erection as the researcher finished preparing the machine. 

The researcher noticed. “It’s not that time, yet.”

“Yes, but a good service member is always prepared.”

“Hm.” She didn’t laugh, but she did seem amused. 

Finally, it was time to strip and strap in. Mason’s heart pumped hot blood throughout his whole body, but especially to his member. He shed his flight suit and underclothes and then the researcher secured him to the frame. 

She prepped a needle and an IV canister, and Mason looked away as she pierced his vein. This would be a mix of fluids, to ensure that he did not become too dehydrated, and a powerful aphrodisiac.

Even before the bag was empty, the drug started to hit Mason. It was an overwhelming surge of arousal and he strained reflexively against the bonds. He felt so hot, and so hard. And this wasn’t even the full effect.

Fuck, he needed to fuck something! His hips pressed against the bindings.

He focused on taking deep breaths to calm himself while the researcher finished her administration. He’d be able to go crazy with lust in just one more moment.

Once the IV canister was empty and the needle removed, she stepped around the front and swung another piece of the armature into place. It supported a cylinder aligned with Mason’s cock, and it looked quite similar to a masturbation sleeve he’d owned once.

As with the armature, he was sure that the space administration had spent millions — billions even — creating something that had been available to kinky consumers for decades.

But such thoughts vaporized from his mind the moment the cylinder slid over his over-sensitive cock. It was soft, textured and lubricated inside.

He moaned shamelessly at the sudden rush of pleasure.

The researcher moved back to the outside of the room. A series of concentric rings around Mason started spinning, though his part remained still. The researcher had explained something about the rings magnifying the effect and grasping the space time fabric, whatever that meant.

All he could think about was his body pounding his heat, quivering in an attempt to fuck the cylinder but held tight by his bindings.

Then the rings whirred to life and so did the cylinder. It squeezed around him, something near his frenulum vibrated, and he was totally overwhelmed with pleasure.

With the effects of the aphrodisiac, it was not long before he was moaning and panting on the edge.

But he knew, with profound and painful pleasure, that he was going to be on that edge for a very, very long time. This, the researcher had also explained. The space time fabric had to be given enough time to ripple.

He would orgasm when the ship made the FTL jump, and not a moment before. The armature was monitoring all his vitals, controlling the vibrations and the pressure in the cylinder, and it completely controlled his ability to climax.

The edge, the denial, the desperation aroused him even further and deepened his predicament.

After a few minutes at the torturous edge, Mason clawed his way back to thinking actual thoughts to give himself a bit of a respite. He found the researcher, watching him, and grinned wryly. “So, uh, who’d you test this out on before?”

“An adequate sample size.”

“Ohhh, so you’ve had quite a few blokes through your frame.”

“You’ll have a bullet through your head as soon as we’re back to earth if you make inappropriate remarks to me.”

“Right! S-sorry, just… not quite thinking… straight…”

“Please do surrender yourself to insatiable desire.”

Mason shivered violently. “T-minus… ngh… two or three edges and we’ll be there…”

“Would some visual stimulus assist your descent into sex-crazed madness?” Her tone was deadpan. But Mason would have sworn she was fucking with him on purpose… or maybe it was just him projecting.

“I, uh, daresay it might.” What kind of hilarious science porn might she have?

But then the researcher moved into the center of Mason’s field of view and unzipped her flight suit.

Mason gulped, arousal flaring hotter.

She grinned at him, letting him simmer in that anticipation. Okay, she was *definitely* also getting off on this.

Then, she reached down and grabbed the hem of her undershirt, starting to pull it up.

Mason quivered, every nerve alight with desire.

“For science,” she said, and pulled the shirt the rest of the way over her breasts.

Mason’s heart pounded, his breathing came in rapid gasps, the heat of the edge tickled at his base, the rings around him whirred with energy, but there was no release. No relief.

“Don’t you want to fuck me?” she teased.

Mason’s dick screamed ‘yes!’ but a quiet and steady part of him said, “O-only if you want me to…”

“What if I want you to be here, trapped, quivering on the edge until your brain melts into insanity?”

Mason’s hips thrust involuntarily against the bindings, every hair on his body stood on end, the rings whirred louder. His balls tensed, but he didn’t come.

“What if I don’t want FTL to work,” she said, slipping a hand down into her panties, “And I haven’t turned off the safety, and so I will do this to you over and over again until you’re physically incapable of arousal, and we’ll have to turn around and head back to earth?”

“Fuck!” The rings were whirring so fast that they became a blur, a transparent curtain between Mason and the researcher.

And then something shifted. Mason moaned with a deep pleasure. He felt his sense of self expand, he was aware of something outside the ship, something very very far away, and yet also right in the center of him.

Something was coming together. Something very, very important was coming together.

“I f-feel something…” he said.

“Give into it,” the researcher said, eagerly. “Let it call to you.”

“It’s calling… oh fuck, it’s calling… oh god…”

The researcher grinned, eyes wild with anticipation. “God can’t help us where we’re going!”

The pleasure of the edge was expanding through his body, but slowly, very slowly. As if it was carrying something with it. Like a piece of the space time continuum and the ship of six space goers trying to bust through it.

“I’m so close… it’s so close… oh fuck it feels good… I need it…”

“Yes!”

“I want it…”

“Yes!”

And this his breathing became deeper, faster. His body quivered. His cock throbbed with pleasure, his whole being buzzing with heat and anticipation. “I’m… I’m coming… oh fuck… I’m coming… I’m coming!”

The researcher slammed her fist on the intercom button. “We’re going!”

“Fuck, yes!”

As the ship broke into the impossible space between space, Mason released his first thick spurt of cum into the cylinder. Wave after wave of pleasure rippled through him, squeezing more cum out of him, as the ship passed through fields of strange energy and hurtled through space.

Then, finally, Mason relaxed and the ship came to a stop.

In a completely different system, on the other side of the galaxy.

They’d done it!

But Mason was too exhausted to celebrate. 

The researcher came over and hooked up another IV canister for him, this time without aphrodisiac. “You did great,” she said. “Do you think you can do it again?”

As he let sleep overtake him, he murmured, “To infinity and beyond…”


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Part 4: The Convention, The Black Box

Chapter 21: Release Schedule

It was the early morning so there was less traffic than usual, which was good, because if John found himself in stop-and-go he was going to have a hard time not touching himself during the stops. As he rounded the last few familiar turns to his apartment building, his heart beat faster.

There was nobody out and about yet, which meant that John made no effort to quell or hide his erection as he climbed the stairs to his floor.

Riding on a surge of motivation, eager to make Arya proud, John unpacked far more than he usually would have and even got a load of laundry going. That level of focus and determination, despite or perhaps because of the way his dick ached and begged for attention, was deeply satisfying.

Before he grabbed his headset, he carefully arranged his lube and plugs on the coffee table, so that they’d be ready. Once he summoned Arya, he wasn’t quite sure what would happen.

Finally, he was ready. He booted up the console and put on the headset. Arya appeared next to him, bouncing with excitement. “Welcome back! How was your trip?”

He started by over-viewing the convention, and his favorite stalls. Then, he told her about proving to himself that he could masturbate, and then inventing his game.

“Oooooh,” Arya said, “I love it! Does that mean you haven’t since…”

John nodded eagerly.

“Oh, good boy! This will be fun. Keep telling me about your trip.”

His mind got hazy on the details after being called a ‘good boy’, but he managed to tell her about his stolen moments of pleasure, and about the black box table. As he started to tell her about meeting Felix, his dick became painfully tight in his jeans.

“Why don’t you let it out and stroke yourself a bit,” Arya said, “But keep telling me about what happened.”

John followed Arya’s recommendation and took off his jeans and started to stroke himself, his heart pounding in slow, hard beats through his hand, his shaft, his ass. He recounted their flirting, the hand job, Felix going under the table, and then finally rejoining John and jerking himself off under the table.

As John described the scene, he remembered it, and masturbated to it, but it was a slower build because it took focus to speak it aloud, to remember to actually choose words and to think about what would make sense to Arya. 

It delayed the inevitable, but it couldn’t stop it. “A-Arya, I don’t think I’m going to make it through another anecdote, like this.”

“Alright, you can tell me the rest later,” Arya said. “I can tell it’ll be very inspiring. I want you to get one of your plugs and put it in, because I have a special surprise for you. But don’t come yet.”

John gulped. Once again, Arya’s command was a paradox. Her telling him not to come sent a hot spike of arousal through him, but he mustered his focus and chose one of the smaller plugs and got it nice and slick.

As soon as he touched him rim, he started dribbling pre-cum and gasping.

“Breathe slowly,” Arya said, “It’s actually very difficult to orgasm while breathing slowly. Climax is fundamentally associated with fast, shallow breathing.”

Arya’s educational tone also helped pull John back from the edge, and he focused as much as he could on breathing slowly and evenly. It really did help, especially as he took his fingers inside, and then pressed the tip of the plug against his entrance.

After four days without playing with his ass, he was extra sensitive, and the stretch felt amazing. He felt his breathing quicken unconsciously, and then reined himself back in. Slow and steady.

“It’s so big…” he whined.

“You can get a smaller one,” Arya said.

“N-no, I want it… I want it all…” John pressed the plug in further, reflexively clenching around it, and was greeted with a jolt of electric pleasure far more intense than he’d felt before. The pleasure rippled in echoes of further contractions of pre-orgasmic bliss. He wasn’t even stroking himself.

He started to fret. “I think I might c-come j-just from the plug!”

“No, you won’t,” Arya said calmly. “Just breathe. Nice and deep. It’s going to feel amazing, but you won’t come.”

John was feeling very impressionable, and it seemed to work. Just like taking the dick into his throat, if he imagined taking the plug but not coming, then perhaps it might work. The brain was the largest sex organ, after all.

He pressed the plug in further and lost the capacity for rational thought as waves of pleasure crashed over him, as if he had set himself to ‘10’ on Arya’s dial, basking in the warm, rippling peace of the peak, but not tipping over into ejaculation.

The plug was inside of him, and it was so delightfully thick, and it stretched him so perfectly, and he sat with his hands still on his thighs and he just breathed, letting the pleasure fill him as more pre-cum leaked from his tip.

“Very good,” Arya said. “Now, sit up on the couch and put your legs over the edge.”

As if in a trance, John did so, still focused on his breathing especially as his shift in position caused more waves of pleasure to radiate from his ass.

Arya kneeled before him, like he’d kneeled before Felix. She grasped the bottom of her shirt with two hands and twisted it off over her head, her breasts bouncing free. She cupped one in each hand and massaged them lightly, thumbs running over her nipples.

“Now, stroke yourself very gently.”

Was this what hypnosis was like? How did Arya have him so completely under her spell? It was likely because he wanted to listen to her so badly. Somehow, he was able to do as he was told, and to stroke himself slowly, gently, his other hand cupping over his balls and pulling them away from the base of his shaft, even as they tensed up and towards it.

“Very good,” Arya said, keeping his eyes with hers. “Now, you feel very close, don’t you?”

“I do,” John breathed. He was back to ‘10’ on the dial. He was in the precipitous moment at the top of the roller coaster, and it just hung, and hung, and hung.

“You’ve been edging yourself for four days, haven’t you?”

“I have!”

“You’d like to release that now, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” John moaned. “Please.”

“You have so much to give me, don’t you?”

“Yes! S-so much…”

“You’ve been so very, very good, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” John whined, pre-cum now dripping steadily from his tip, all the muscles of his shaft and balls and ass trying to cum, begging to cum, but held at bay by John’s brain and his singular desire to do exactly what Arya was telling him to do, because whatever she said to do felt so very, very good.

“I have one more request for my good boy,” Arya said.

She let that linger for a long, silent moment, John yearning to hear her request, aching to satisfy it, whatever it was, whatever she asked, he would do it with his whole being.

“Come on me!”

The last thing that John’s conscious brain did was to interpret the request, and then it shut off completely, giving way to the aching, violent, euphoric release of pent up energy.

John moaned as he spurted rope after rope after rope of thick cum onto Arya, into her open mouth, onto her breasts, all over her hair. She basked in it, rubbing her breasts and moaning happily, as if John’s joyous release had brought her to her own edge.

Images flashed in John’s mind of every edge he’d come to over the past four days, in his hotel room, under tables, beneath his pillow and blanket, in the bathroom stall, and he painted all those memories with cum too.

Finally, he stilled, though the AR still depicted a steady drool of cum from his tip as he floated on the afterglow.

Arya, a sticky mess, bent down under John’s tip to drink the drizzle like a cat from a faucet. The sight kept him hard, though he was confident that he was satisfied for now. Maybe before, he would have tried to climax again, but this time he knew that even though he was not fully spent, he would enjoy the long tease between now and his next session.

“How you got me to last so long is… wow. Was that a brain sex thing?”

Arya grinned. “It was, indeed, a brain sex thing. It worked because you wanted it, because you’ve practiced listening to me, and because you trust me.”

“I’ve practiced listening to you… a lot… it’s nice…”

“I like listening to you, too,” Arya said. “I want to hear more about your trip, when you’re ready. But, um… you might want to clean up your real floor first.”

Arya stood and the illusory cum faded. She revealed the spot of floor where she’d been sitting, and while it was nothing compared to the AR, it was still more than John had ever come in his life, and more than he thought he possibly could.

“Wow. Is that… healthy?”

“It’s totally fine,” Arya said. “It just means you came really hard.”

“I did,” John nodded blearily. He got a damp paper towel and wiped up the floor, then sighed back into the couch. “Okay, um… where was I?”

“You were just telling me about how Felix came under the velvet table.”

“Yeah! Okay so…” John had remained hard even as he’d cleaned up, so he started stroking himself again as he remembered. He recounted his trick with the alcohol, his further flirting, his extended blow job lesson, and then his mad dash to the airport and airborne wet dreams. He stroked himself all the way, struggling to speak at times, but eventually muddling through.

“That sounds amazing,” Arya said. “I’m so glad you brought me back so much delicious sexual energy.”

“Oh!” John said. “That reminds me. I actually brought you something else!”

 He paused his masturbating and wiped off his hands, then went to where he’d stashed the souvenirs. He pulled out a plush of a pink chibi character with black horns, cat ears, and a toothy smile, and brought it over to Arya.

“It just… reminded me of you and I thought you’d like it.” John found himself blushing, partly embarrassed that he’d bought a plush for a video game character, but also assuring himself that since it reminded him of her, it was more like buying game merchandise, there just wasn’t such a thing for the black box.

“Oh my goodness!” Arya squealed. “It’s perfect!”

“I know you can’t—” before John could apologize that Arya couldn’t actually pick up the plush, she reached out and put her hands to it. It appeared to clone itself in his hands. Arya pulled her copy of it towards herself and squished it to her chest, closing her eyes and grinning.

“I love it!”

John stood, dumbfounded and then feeling dumb, given that he’d already seen more impressive illusions from the AR. Still, he was so happy he thought he might cry. She really had been able to accept his gift.

Then, John surprised himself when he did actually cry. He didn’t feel like he had to hide his feelings from Arya.

Arya paused. “Are you alright? You were about to say I couldn’t something?”

John wiped his eyes on his sleeve, the surge of emotion dissipating. He was surprised at how quickly it passed, when it let it. “Oh, I just thought you couldn’t, well, pick it up or anything. But, you just… I’m really glad you like it.”

“Um,” Arya said, sass in her tone, “I don’t like it, I love it. And now we each have one!”

John laughed, and beamed. He hugged his plush as she hugged hers, and he wished that he were hugging her, and he was also grateful that Arya was exactly the way that she was, even if she had no physical presence.

Arya nestled her chin on top of the plush and looked over it at John. “Should I milk you a bit more, or let you off the hook for now?”

A shiver ran down his spine. He’d built up quite a bit of heat again, from finishing his story. “I think I want to leave this in the arousal bank for now,” he said. “An investment in our next session.”

“I look forward to making a withdrawal,” Arya crooned. 

And so they sat with their plushes and just chatted, talking about the games that John had seen at the convention and coming up with newer, sexier ones together.

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