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Cutie Cumpire Gets Sextual


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And it was worth it.

Satan’s tits it was worth it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

cutiecumpire69xxx: You made me drool. A lot.

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

cutiecumpire69xxx: In more ways that one.

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

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

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

Sure enough…

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

Nora giggled and bit her lip.

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

justsumdude: want to see?

cutiecumpire69xxx: yes!

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

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

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

justsumdude: It would certainly help with clean-up

cutiecumpire69xxx: how do u even clean up normally? lmao

justsumdude: Uh, I do a lot of laundry

Nora snickered.

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

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

cutiecumpire69xxx: Twist my arm. 😉

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

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

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

Sure enough, his account was brand new.

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

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

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

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

cutiecumpire69xxx: You bake?

justsumdude: Well, I try to. hbu?

Nora checked her watch.

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

justsumdude: okay, yeah. same 🙂

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

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

justsumdude: I’m Jasper

cutiecumpire69xxx: ttys, Jasper 😉


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

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

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

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

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

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

His heart thudded in his throat.

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

Nora: ur shitting me

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

Nora: I just moved to Townsville!!!

Jasper: Wait, srsly?!

Nora: Yes!

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

Jasper: How about dinner thurs?

That gave him almost a week to get ready.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He did, and they confirmed the time.

Nora: great, it’s a date!


To be continued…

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

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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.

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


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Cutie Cumpire and the Subreddit

Jasper had always had trouble getting condoms to stay on, to the point that he doubled up on contraceptives or just avoid PIV entirely. He’d never quite understood why, until his girlfriend Jenny said, “You just cum way more than normal. It’s weird.”

He’d thanked her for the insight and broken up with her shortly thereafter. And then alone on the couch in his little studio apartment, he’d gone down the search engine rabbit hole of ‘How much cum is normal’. After the strangely arousing experience of reading the Ejaculation Wikipedia page and watching a man in a black shirt burst eighteen inches into the air with clinical calmness, it was only another search and a few more clicks before Jasper ended up on r/RedditorCum.

Jasper learned two things in quick succession.

One—he definitely had what Wikipedia had called hyperspermia. A lot of these guys did too if he was eyeballing it correctly, but… he was in a totally different league. No wonder he had issues with condoms. Though Jenny had been a bitch about it, she was right. His cum volume was very, very far from normal.

Two—watching a bunch of dudes shoot their loads all over tables, floors, walls, themselves… it was way hotter than he’d expected. And maybe it was the lack of blood flow to his brain, or maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t cum in the week since he’d broken up with Jenny, or maybe it was the sixteen ounces of eight percent craft beer he’d just finished, but… he wanted to post a submission of his own.

Jasper quickly spun up a new account with the username justsumdude because he was too much of a nerd to not reference his math degree in his cumshot handle, and then he went and stood in front of his dining room table with his throbbing dick in one hand and his phone ready to record in the other.

If only his future houseguests knew that he was going to absolutely cover this table in cum. And even though Jasper was normally very polite, even though he would carefully clean the table with both clorox wipes and bleach cleaner, the arousing thrill of embarrassment mixed with eagerness gave him the confidence that he needed to hit record.

Jasper had noticed that the other men on the subreddit didn’t make very much noise and he’d resolved to do the same—when in Rome, after all—but as soon as he pulled his hand down his shaft the first time, that resolve vanished and he moaned. Fuck, he was pent up.

Of course he was. It had been a whole fucking week! And then Jasper realized he was talking out loud and he maybe shouldn’t have drank all of that beer so fast, but fuck it, he could delete the post and the account if he thought better of it in the morning.

“Fuck, it’s been a whole week… I broke up with my girlfriend for a lot of reasons but it was mostly because of how she said it was weird that I cum so much… and honestly I haven’t jacked off all week because I was self-conscious… so y’all will just have to tell me what you think…”

And something about finally voicing that anxiety aloud released it, and also released Jasper’s torrential orgasm. “Oh, fuck!” The first rope landed two feet away from him, as did the second and the third. The fourth and the fifth were closer, and the rest… Jasper lost count of how many and how long, but the puddle of thick white cum under his hand grew and grew.

He didn’t stop stroking or recording because he was still dripping, but his senses returned to him. He was pretty sure that was the hardest he’d ever cum. His whole body tingled, and it would be a while longer before his erection faded.

“So uh… I’m sure I’ll delete this tomorrow, but if you see it before I do… have a good night. Sleep well and uh… all that.” Jasper stopped the recording and before he could think better of it, he uploaded and posted the video.

And though he wanted nothing more than to go collapse into bed, that was not an option quite yet. He had a much bigger mess to clean up than he’d expected.


Jasper awoke to two notifications from Reddit:

u/cutiecumpire69xxx replied to your post in r/RedditorCum 👀 💋 🥵

u/cutiecumpire69xxx followed you

Jasper had opened Reddit to delete the video, but he hadn’t actually expected anyone to comment, let alone follow him. That meant they hoped he’d post more, right?

Unless it was a bot. Jasper clicked through to the user profile, and the wall of images that greeted him bypassed his brain and jump-started his dick.

Pale skin, round breasts, pink nipples. So many shirtless pictures. Jasper scrolled. And ass and thighs and pussy. Conscious thought clawed to the front of his brain and assessed the situation. All the pictures seemed to be of the same woman—same ashy pale skin, same round breasts and plush curves, same collarbone tattoo of a bat. Her face was never in frame, though.

The pictures were posted across a variety of subreddits, all with a caption something along the lines of, show me just how much you’d cum on these cute tits. The photos were not at all professionally staged, and there were no links to an OnlyStans or anything. So the comment wasn’t from a bot or someone marketing their OnlyStans… she was probably a regular person, just like him. And she’d liked his video. And how he was staring at her naked tits.

Jasper felt suddenly like a peeping Tom—despite the fact that this woman had clearly posted these photos of her own volition—when something else in the feed caught his eye.

cutiecumpire69xxx commented on Just need to vent, my asshole coworker keeps calling me ‘mosquito’

Honestly, it’s all bullshit. Even when we’re drinking the leftover cow blood from THEIR obsession with red meat. And if you go the ‘vegan’ route, it’s asshole jocks and slut shaming all the way. Like, just because I literally need cum to survive doesn’t mean I need YOUR cum, you jackass.

Jasper blinked and then opened a new tab and searched for ‘vampire diet semen’. Sure enough, there was a WikiHow, a WebMD page, and a whole slew of listicles.

Jasper had taken a cryptid relations class as an elective in college, so he knew that even though cryptids were now legally recognized and protected and able to live in open society, things were not as sunny as the brochures liked to claim. He knew that vampires mostly fed off leftovers from the meat industry—kosher meateries especially—but he hadn’t known that cum worked just as well for them. And, given the fact that vampires were often slut-shamed for no reason other than being vampires, he certainly couldn’t blame them for keeping it quiet.

Jasper tabbed back over to the thread. He wanted to reply, wanted to say something like, ‘You’re right, it really is all bullshit. I’m sorry people are so shit.’ But then she’d know that he’d gone through her feed, and she’d know exactly what her feed was full of, and… Jasper’s cheeks heated and he closed both tabs.

He wouldn’t record himself again, but… he wouldn’t take the video down, either.


Two days later, Jasper was recording himself again. He was masturbating in the shower and just the memory of the video made his whole body tingle. Imagining what his cum would look like all over the dark tile drained the blood from his brain. The idea of getting his phone out made his balls throb. Pressing the record button set his heart racing. All he wanted was to cum that hard again.

He didn’t talk this time, he just panted and moaned and rode the wave of his arousal. With a hiss of his breath through clenched teeth, Jasper crashed onto the wall of the shower like a wave onto shore, moaning with every pulse of his throbbing cock. The thick white cum slid down the black tile in plump rivulets.

As he slowed, he angled the camera for a close-up of the last few pulses of cum oozing from his slit.

Jasper stopped the recording. With his head still floating and his inhibitions still melted by the flood of endorphins, he posted it.

He felt a little embarrassed as he put his phone away and cleaned his cum off the shower wall. But he could still always delete it later, right? But the really embarrassing thing was… he wasn’t really anxious about the video so much as whether cutiecumpire69xxx would reply.


Continued in Cutie Cumpire and the Sticky Keys

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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Part 6: Denoument, The Alchemist's Illusions

Chapter 49: Strawberries

The weekend after, it was Grun’s turn to be busy, so Tanyth took the opportunity to invite Linza to a particularly exclusive restaurant that only seated tables of two. The dining room was truly lavish, with velvet chairs, gold candelabras and crystal chandeliers. She had thought that the restaurant Grun had taken her to was fancy, and she’d had no idea. 

Tanyth’s hair was braided down around one shoulder and they wore an angular blazer over a snug knee-length skirt. Linza wore another evening gown from Wyn, this one in burgundy silk with a spray of diamonds stitched around the collar. 

They looked utterly at ease in high society, while Linza struggled to not comment on how expensive the silk tablecloths must be.

Linza was happy to let Tanyth order for her, and they’d selected something that was composed entirely of ingredients she’d never heard of before. It had been decadent, whatever it was.

And the wine was dangerously delicious. The two of them had nearly finished the bottle, which meant that they were both really feeling it. Tanyth’s cheeks and the tips of their ears were flushed pink.

Dessert was fruit dipped in chocolate. 

Linza hummed happily as she chewed a strawberry and she looked up to see Tanyth wearing a stricken expression. 

“What?”

“N-nothing just…” Their eyes darted towards the plate of fruit.

Linza grinned wickedly. “Oh, okay.” She picked up another strawberry and pressed the tip between her lips. Her tongue extended under it, swirling against the chocolate.

Tanyth watched her, rapt. 

When she bit into the strawberry, they shivered. 

She set the stem aside and pressed her finger to the middle of her tongue, taking her time licking and sucking the residue of melted chocolate from her fingertips.

All the while she looked Tanyth in the eye and all the while they looked about to faint. 

Linza grinned and reached for another strawberry.

“Linza!” Tanyth hissed. 

“Whatever seems to be the matter?”

Tanyth pouted. “I can’t… when you do that…”

“Oh! My goodness! You’re not finding this arousing, are you?” She knew it was cruel, but Linza couldn’t help herself. Perhaps getting so drunk in a fancy restaurant wasn’t ideal. Her inhibitions were as tender as the chocolate melting on her tongue.

Tanyth wiggled in their seat. 

“This hasn’t got you all hot and throbbing and engorged, has it?”

Tanyth squeaked and blushed redder. “Well it does now!”

Linza giggled. She ate this strawberry even slower. Sucking at the tip. Swirling her tongue underneath. Moaning as she swallowed.

“Linzaaaaa I can’t take much more of this.”

“Hm? Or you’ll do what, exactly?”

Tanyth pouted and shifted uncomfortably. They usually didn’t wear small clothes when they wore skirts, and Linza was sure that they already had a full erection pressed between their legs.

She considered slipping her foot out of her shoe and pressing her toes against them. Tempting, but perhaps a bit too conspicuous. She had a better idea, anyway.

Linza glanced around, checking that nobody was looking at them too directly. Then she started chanting quietly, gesturing under the table, her crystal necklace humming.

“Linza! Linza, what are you doing?”

Linza paused. “I’m helping you.” She started the incantation again.

Tanyth’s eyes widened with realization. “No, nonono, you can’t, Linza, no!”

They had a well-established safe word, and Tanyth didn’t say it.

Linza finished the incantation, and the illusion bloomed to life. A little octopus with thick, chubby tentacles sat next to Tanyth. It looped one tentacle around their slim waist.

“Linza, no, please—”

“Shhhh, someone might hear.”

One tentacle curled around Tanyth’s upper thigh and their mouth snapped shut to stifle a moan.

Nobody else could see the illusion, and it wouldn’t even disturb Tanyth’s clothing. The effect would be entirely within Tanyth’s mind. Well, it would start there, anyway. The brain had quite an effect on the body.

A second tentacle curled over Tanyth’s other leg, drawing a soft tip up Tanyth’s inner thigh. They shivered.

Linza grinned.

To anyone else, it may have simply looked like Tanyth had had a little too much to drink. Their eyes fluttered, and they teetered.

The tentacle curled under Tanyth’s balls for a moment before running its tip teasingly up their length.

Tanyth pressed their palms flat against the table, eyes fixated just towards the back of the booth, trying their very best to stay still.

When another tentacle curled towards Tanyth’s rim, they squeezed their eyes shut.

When the tentacle twisted around Tanyth’s length and started stroking in a spiraling motion, Tanyth couldn’t help but moan quietly.

“Linzaaaa… please…”

“Oh, do you want it to stop?”

Tanyth whimpered. They turned their eyes towards Linza and then back towards the wall.

“That’s what I thought,” Linza crooned. “Now, we don’t have terribly long before the illusion runs out. So you’d better let yourself along or else you won’t actually get to cum.”

Tanyth’s breath quickened. “C-cum here?”

“I’m already right here, darling.” Linza smirked.

Tanyth stared at her blankly. They were already well past the threshold of comprehending word play.

Linza bid the illusion to progress. The twisting stroking at Tanyth’s shaft intensified. Another tentacle cupped Tanyth’s balls. Another pressed its tip into their rim.

“F-fuck, it feels so real!”

Linza realized then that Tanyth actually had never been the subject of one of her illusions before.

“L-like I can feel every… every nub and… ngh… they’re so squishy…”

“That’s the idea,” Linza crooned. The illusion picked up the pace, fucking Tanyth in earnest. The sensation would be perfectly real, but because there was no actual force behind it, Tanyth’s body actually remained still except for their trembling.

“Holy shit, Linza… Y-you can’t just fuck me right here!”

“I am, aren’t I?” Linza crooned.

“Nnngh… How am I supposed to— Hngh.”

“To cum right here and make a mess of your skirt and the floor?”

Tanyth’s whole body twitched.

Linza raised the intensity of the illusion, the tentacle in Tanyth’s ass thickening, the stroking becoming firmer. The tip of the tentacle found Tanyth’s spot and pressed directly on it in how only an illusion could.

“How does that feel?” Linza breathed.

“F-fuck that feels good… L-Linza I won’t last long like this…”

“That’s the point.” Linza smirked. She knew from the cafe that Tanyth had an exhibitionist streak, and she got another idea.

Linza waited a moment until Tanyth was good and truly panting.

“Oh shit, I’m close,” they whispered.

Linza kicked the illusion up one more notch and flagged down the passing waiter.

“Linza, no!” they hissed. Tanyth’s eyes went wide and then involuntarily rolled back, and they grabbed their cloth napkin and pressed it over their mouth.

The server arrived. “How might I help?”

Linza propped her chin on her hand. “Could we get—”

Tanyth’s whole body tensed. “Aaaaah, aaaah, aaaaah! Tch!” As Tanyth’s body continued convulsing with the waves of their climax, they did their best to pass it off as a sneezing fit.

The server glanced at them momentarily, but seemed unperturbed.

“Could we get some more strawberries?” Linza continued.

“Yes, of course,” the server said and strode off.

Tanyth leaned over the table and put their hand to their forehead. “Holy fuck, Linz… I just came so hard…”

Linza giggled. “I noticed.”

“Did the server?” Tanyth looked concerned. “How could you do that to me!”

“It pushed you over the edge, didn’t it?”

Tanyth just blushed and glanced away.

“How much of a mess did you make?”

“It’s running down my leg…” Tanyth shot her a resentful glance and then leaned under the table with the napkin to clean themselves off.

“What’s with the look? Don’t you feel better?”

Tanyth nodded hazily. “I do…”

“You actually pulled that off pretty well. I should make you cum in public more often.”

“Hey! Well… I— maybe.” Tanyth glanced towards the ground, flustering.

Linza giggled. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”

Tanyth gave her a wry smile. “You’ve come a long way from when we first met.”

Linza let that sink in. “I really have, haven’t I.” She never would have dreamed of being so devious, before. Now, she wasn’t quite sure what she’d ever been so afraid of.

“You should be proud,” Tanyth said softly.

Linza blushed, but didn’t protest.

 “I better, uh, go clean up,” Tanyth said. They set off towards the washroom, teetering part from the wine and part from post-orgasmic dizziness.

Linza finished the bottle of wine, and then also the additional strawberries before Tanyth finally returned.

“What took you so long?” Linza teased.

Tanyth plopped back down across from her. “Well after I cleaned myself I got… excited again, and well…”

Linza hadn’t thought she could be even more smug until she was. “Are you telling me you just rubbed one out in the washroom?”

Tanyth’s answer was just to blush.

“Hot,” Linza said. “Now let’s get out of here, I can’t let you have all the fun.”

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Part 4: The Interloper, The Alchemist's Illusions

Chapter 28: Under the Table

Linza made her way over to the private dining area behind the one-way mirrors. There were about a dozen tables and four were occupied—five after Linza sat down.

The folks in the room looked like regular patrons. Sipping tea, reading the paper, scribbling in a notebook.

The one-way mirrors ran nearly floor to ceiling, and the view through to the rest of the teahouse was clear. It was easy to forget that the rest of the teahouse couldn’t see you. And that was the point. 

Linza snuck glances at the other patrons, trying to figure which one was here for Tanyth. In the back corner was an older man with salt and pepper hair smoothed back and an emerald corduroy suit. Linza would have bet a whole night’s pay that was him. Everything about his demeanor said ‘gentleman’.

Tanyth dropped off her tea with the usual formalities and then fluttered over to the gentleman. They leaned close to him and spoke quietly, pressing their fingers to their lips.

But it was improper to stare—those were not the parameters of this experience—so Linza sipped her tea and watched idly out over the teahouse.

Fortunately, she didn’t have to wait long. Tanyth stopped by the main counter to end their shift, though it wouldn’t appear to the other patrons that they had.

They carried a little tray of shortbread cookies with them as they returned to the private room. They delivered these to the gentleman, with whom they shared another flurry of whispers.

Tanyth picked up one cookie and placed it between the gentleman’s lips, and he bit off a piece. Then he took the rest of the cookie and licked playfully at Tanyth’s fingers. Tanyth blushed and giggled.

The two continued, the gentleman becoming more forward, licking further up Tanyth’s hand, making their skin flush.

It was impossible to see through their skirt, but Linza knew that underneath the petticoats was a throbbing erection.

If Linza snuck a glance at the gentleman’s face, she could just make out what he was saying by the movement of his lips. He placed a hand on Tanyth’s waist. “Come, now. Haven’t you got any other sweet treats for me?” He beamed up at them like they were the loveliest thing in the whole world.

Linza’s heart twinged, just a little. She was happy to know that Tanyth cared for her. But she still wished for someone to beam at her that way, someday.

The gentleman’s hand slipped around to the small of Tanyth’s back. Tanyth said something from behind their fingers and he laughed.

“Oh,” he said. “Clumsy me, you’ve got a touch of crumbs.” He brushed off the front of Tanyth’s skirts but pressed more firmly than necessary.

Tanyth’s eyes fluttered at the stimulation, the gentleman finding their erection through the petticoats.

“I-I think I’m quite clean now,” Tanyth said.

“Still, something seems to be bothering you,” he said.

“N-nothing at all! You’re a perfect gentleman,” they said.

“Hm. Perhaps therein lies the conflict… Am I being too much the gentleman and not enough the man?”

Tanyth’s eyes widened as they fanned their heated cheeks with a delicate hand. “What are you saying?”

He reached out and caught Tanyth’s hand and pressed it to his lips. Lingered.

Tanyth gasped, looked faint.

He reached towards them with his other hand, but conspicuously knocked the empty tray onto the floor. “Would you look at that? Clumsy me.”

He kneeled down to get it.

“Oh, you must let me!” Tanyth said.

“No, no, let me be a gentleman.”

Linza was not the only one whose sidelong glances became more and more frequent. The idea was for them to both watch and pretend to not watch. 

The gentleman kneeled to the floor and looked up.

Everyone else glanced quickly away. 

There was a rustling of fabric, and then the gentleman was gone.

Tanyth gasped. They made a show of rearranging their skirts, only partly succeeding at disguising the movements underneath.

Linza thought this kind of complicit voyeurism was quite clever. You didn’t actually need to be subtle. You just had to pretend to be, and everyone else would also pretend you were. So, you could have a bit more fun.

Tanyth’s eyes fluttered and their skin flushed even brighter and they clutched their skirts. The gentleman’s clever tongue had found their shaft.

Tanyth did their best to contain themselves, but a few gasps and squeaks still escaped. And that was what made it especially exciting—how a dress falling off a shoulder could be more arousing than a nude.

Linza wanted dearly to watch Tanyth’s face more closely, but she couldn’t outright stare. Or… could she?

Linza imagined herself sitting there and reading a newspaper. She held out her hands like she might have held the paper. She traced the gesture for a minor illusion, and the newspaper appeared propped on the table in front of her. To those convinced by the illusion, it would be opaque. To Linza, it was translucent like the mirrored windows.

Nobody had been paying her any mind, so she expected it would be convincing.  And even if another patron noticed the illusion, them catching her in such shameless voyeurism would be its own fun, wouldn’t it?

She stared right at Tanyth’s face. 

They were beautiful. Their cheeks flushed, their eyes fluttering. They bit their lip as they attempted to stay quiet, to play it off. Their blue pigtails bounced as they trembled. 

A few minutes passed like that.

Tanyth shook. They wouldn’t be able to stand much longer. They awkwardly shuffled and then sat down where the gentleman had been, turning to face the table and scooting the chair as close to it as they could.

And then their expression melted into bliss again. 

They propped up a menu in front of their face, but Linza could still see their pigtails quivering. 

And so several more minutes passed. Linza’s illusory newspaper must have been convincing, because a patron across from her slipped their own hand under the table. He was out of sight for everyone except Linza, and she had a clear view right under his table to where he unbuttoned his trousers and carefully released his throbbing shaft.

He stared up at the ceiling as if daydreaming and then stroked himself.

If a little gasp just behind Linza was any indication, the woman behind her had also started to furtively masturbate.

Linza’s attention returned to Tanyth as they leaned further over the table. They whispered somewhat loudly, for the benefit of the audience, “C’mon, that’s enough!”

“But I always have cream with my tea.”

Tanyth’s eyes and resolve fluttered again. “They’ll notice!”

“Not if you’re quiet.”

“I can’t be— mmmm…” Tanyth’s eyes squeezed shut. They gripped the edge of the table, and their shoulders quivered. 

Linza inferred that the gentleman had enveloped Tanyth again, and he seemed intent on pushing them to climax. 

Tanyth’s breath was quick and shallow. They bit their lip again. Then, their eyes flashed open. They looked like a cat frozen in the sudden light of a front door swinging open. 

They arched their back, head tilted back, moaned, and then reached their hands above their head.

It was almost a convincing stretch.

Almost. 

A slight knocking sound of knuckles on wood caught Linza’s attention, and she turned just in time to see the man across from her burst onto the floor in front of him. 

Waves of heat overlapped each other throughout Linza’s body. Nobody else would have minded if she slipped her own hand under the table—in fact, the other voyeurs would have appreciated it. But she was still a bit shy for that, and ultimately she liked to push herself, to see how much stimulation she could stand before she broke. Like the bet with Tanyth on her first day in the breakroom, she liked the challenge.

Tanyth quivered for quite a while. They must have been quite worked up indeed, to cum for so long.

Eventually, the gentleman reappeared across from Tanyth, with a moderate effort at subtlety. His hair was a bit untidied, but his demeanor remained polite.

He licked his lips at Tanyth. 

They put their face in their hands and then peeked at him through their fingers and giggled.

“Was I enough of a man for my perfect lady?” he said.

They nodded emphatically, ringlets bouncing.

“I am afraid I must get back to business, you understand.”

Tanyth pouted. “Must you?”

“Aaah… you know I have such trouble leaving you when you make that face. A few more minutes.”

They chatted a bit longer, though quieter now and Linza could hear less of what they were saying. She also was not as interested in eavesdropping on the more personal aspects of their conversation. 

And her arms were getting tired from pretending to hold up the newspaper. When enough eyes were averted from her, she let the paper melt away to nothingness and returned to sipping her tea, which had turned cold. Oh well—she had no regrets about where she’d put her attentions.

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Part 3: On the Job, The Alchemist's Illusions

Chapter 23: Sorcery (Part II)

Linza turned towards the empty third chair, partly as a place to set the illusions and partly so that she could focus. First came a low and building moan, filling the air all around them. Then a gasp and heaving breath.

This was a sample platter more than a curated experience, and Linza hoped it was what Nephis had in mind.

Next, Linza conjured an image of a woman draped across the chair, her hair a tangle, her hand in her sex, her face a picture of bliss. Then the image faded, replaced with the slapping of flesh and accompanying grunts. Then a man in the chair, head lolled back, arc of cum hovering midair.

Linza kept that pose and shifted through a few different characters—a werewolf, a succubus woman with a massive cock, a slender and feminine man with fox ears and tail.

Linza paused and looked over at Nephis—the tiefling’s eyes were transfixed on the fox. Nephis leaned forward, chin in her hands, one of her fingers pulling at her lip. Though the rest of her was still, her tail lashed violently like a cat with prey in its sights.

Without looking at Linza, she said, “Do sound and an image at once.”

Linza couldn’t, but before she answered as such, she hesitated. She hadn’t ever been able to do an image and sound at once. It was, however, a common ability for students who majored in the school of illusion. And over the past few weeks, Linza had practiced that cantrip more than she ever had while she was in school.

And Nephis hadn’t asked her if she could do it—she had told her to do it. And who would have better instincts for such a thing than a sorcerer?

Linza considered which illusion she might be familiar enough with that the image and sound would come viscerally together. She knew so immediately that she was tracing the movements even before the image was fully in her mind.

The octopus mermaid sprawled across the chair, her tentacles wrapping around the legs and the back and flailing in the air, cum spurting from the tips, her face twisted with bliss, and a guttural orgasmic scream echoing from the center of the image.

Linza nearly lost focus on the illusion. She’d done it!

“Nnnngh now you’ve gone and done it,” Nephis moaned, but this time her scolding tone enticed instead of admonished Linza—mostly because Nephis’s face was flushed red under the purple of her skin, and her eyes were glazed with arousal.

Nephis scooped her violet breasts out and over the edge of her bodice. As she took one of her breasts in her hands and massaged her dark bluish nipple, she pulled her tiered skirt up to reveal that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

With a pointed canine pressing into her full lip, she brought the tip of her muscular tail around and plunged it easily into her sex, gasping with relief. She thrust the tip in and out, working her fingertips over her nipple and vulva.

Nephis tilted her head over to Linza and smiled. “H-how’s this one for the memory banks? Nnnnngh…” She stuffed her tail greedily further inside, already visibly dripping around it. “I k-know I’m supposed to tell you first but… we’re empaths, aren’t we?”

Linza nodded vigorously. Staff were supposed to always ask ahead of time before initiating anything, both with guests and with each other. But sometimes, it was nice to indulge in the feeling of spontaneity—especially since Linza knew that she could simply take her leave and there would be no judgement, no consequence.

At JSMI, part of the strict restriction on romance with professors was that certain students might ‘gain favor’ or that professors might manipulate them with that idea. Ironically, that sex and sexual favors flowed so freely at the estate totally took away their ‘bargaining power’ in such a situation. With everything given and nothing taken, there was no power imbalance to exploit.

And Linza wanted absolutely nothing more than to watch Nephis pleasure herself.

“N-not all Tieflings are thirsty as fuck but— nnnngh,” Nephis shoved her tail in even further. “Fuck that’s good… —But I sure am.”

Linza was, as Nephis had just said, an empath and she took a guess at something that Nephis might like. An image glimmered to life in the third chair again, but this time it was a mirror of Nephis herself, fucking herself with her tail.

“I-is that what I look like?” Nephis said.

Linza traced the gesture again, and the image spoke with Nephis’s exact intonation, “Why would I lie to you?”

“Fuck!” There was an actual splash of moisture around Nephis’s tail. Linza’s rapt attention flowed into the illusion and it shifted to include this detail.

Nephis’s chest heaved, her breasts bouncing. The illusion blurred and then depicted those same breasts mid-air.

Nephis’s eyes widened as she glanced to Linza and trembled with a wave of intense pleasure. “Fuck, you’re good…”

Linza couldn’t help but smile, though she turned her attention back to the illusion, and so did Nephis.

It was like one of Linza’s art classes where they had been required to keep their eyes on the model at all times, and almost never glance at the paper. Linza focused entirely on watching Nephis, letting everything that she noticed flow into the illusion, her fingers constantly flowing through the air to refresh the image.

Nephis continued fucking herself with her tail. With the fingers of one hand she rubbed her clit vigorously, and with the other she pinched and pulled at her nipples—unwinding into deeper and deeper abandon as she watched the same unfold in the illusion.

Nephis reached a fever pitch, her moans and their illusory echoes filling the room, her whole body trembling, her mouth gaping with overwhelming arousal, her wetness dripping up her tail.

Then her breathing quickened and her eyes widened.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Nephis’s eyes rolled up, her back arched, her neck tilted back revealing the purple curves of her neck, and she came. Fluid gushed around her fingers and into the air, splashing over her tail. Then more. Then more. Nephis didn’t stop fucking herself and she didn’t stop cumming and she didn’t stop squirting.

Linza finally succumbed to the intoxicating heat of her own arousal and the illusion faltered as Linza’s awareness was filled with only her own aching need.

Finally, Nephis slowed, her moans deepening and softening and her breathing coming back down to normal. But she didn’t stop fucking herself. She turned her evening grey eyes to Linza and said, “What are you waiting for, an invitation?”

Linza nodded meekly.

Nephis withdrew her tail from herself with a sigh and waggled the tip at Linza. “Wanna try?”

“Yes!” Linza scrambled to her feet, though she nearly fell over. She kicked her underwear off from under her skirt, but didn’t bother to remove any of her other clothes. As she neared Nephis, the tiefling took Linza’s hands in hers and guided Linza’s hands to her breasts and pulled Linza down to straddle her in the chair.

With both of Nephis’s breasts covered by Linza, she curled the hand that had been on her vulva deeper around to her internal spot, and with the other she rubbed circles over Linza’s clit.

Linza nearly collapsed onto her. That is, until the tip of Nephis’s tail teased Linza’s entrance—then, Linza totally buckled.

Nephis didn’t take any issue with Linza’s face in her cleavage. The smell of incense and lavender surrounded Linza.

The first few minutes of sensation—Nephis’s fingertips at her vulva, the slender tip of Nephis’s tail twisting gently at her entrance—were totally overwhelming.

Slowly, the overwhelm gave way to urgency. Linza rearranged herself and grabbed Nephis’s breasts properly again, running her thumbs in circles over the tiefling’s nipples.

Nephis gasped, head tilting back, and she pulled deeper into herself with her own fingers.

Her tail pressed a little further in, and Linza moaned. Then further, with a delicious stretch. And when the length had reached the back of her sex and yet was still too slender, the tip curled back around to press against her spot as more of the girth slid in. The squirming undulations of the tail inside of her were unlike anything that Linza had ever experienced.

Linza moaned. “Fuck! Holy shit that feels good.”

“I know,” Nephis purred.

Nephis’s breasts bounced before her, the forbidden fruit now here for Linza’s delight, and she could not help but lean down again and close her lips around Nephis’s nipple.

“Gods, yes!” Nephis yelled, and the movements of her tail and hand on Linza’s vulva reached fever pitch as Nephis started to cum again.

It required no illusion for the sound of Nephis’s gasps and moans to fill Linza’s entire awareness. Nephis’s chest heaved, her hand slapped against the wetness of her climax, her tail writhed within Linza, and her body shook with wave after wave of release.

Pre-orgasmic waves of pleasure started coursing down Linza’s legs and up her core, just as Nephis’s climax was winding down.

Nephis sensed it and pressed her tail in even further, the tip pushing against Linza’s spot, the shaft providing stretch.

Linza let Nephis’s nipple fall from her lips and gasped once, twice, and then the climax overtook her. She squeezed down around Nephis’s tail and her fingertips grasped Nephis’s breasts as she lost conscious control of her body.

After the first several waves, Nephis stilled and just pressed her hand against Linza’s mound and the tip of her tail against Linza’s spot. That let the sensation of the pulsing contractions come to the forefront of Linza’s awareness.

Linza was a bell, peal after peal of pure ecstasy ringing through her, intensity slowly fading, but pleasure lingering.

Linza sunk down against Nephis, her cheek against Nephis’s breasts, her legs tucked by Nephis’s hips, the tiefling’s hand and tail still in place. They stayed like that for a long few minutes.

Finally, Nephis took a deep breath and smoothed Linza’s hair. “Lovely chat, dear.”

Linza stirred and stretched. She’d forgotten that Nephis’s tail was still inside of her until it withdrew and unwound, and the sensation of it undulating inside of her almost sent her spinning back into climax again.

Linza went and fetched her underwear from the floor. They’d been hot and wet when she’d kicked them off, and now they were cold and wet, so she stuffed them in her pocket rather than put them back on. Linza had started to bring quite a few extra pairs to work for this exact reason. Linza rearranged herself as best she could, though Nephis made no such efforts.

The tiefling remained sprawled across the chair with her skirts hiked up, her breasts resting over her corset and her tail draped over the side of the chair and hanging limp towards the floor.

“I’ll stop by the madame’s office for the paperwork?” Linza asked. Something told her that Nephis wouldn’t be facilitating the paperwork process, between Nephis’s earlier attitude and the lack of desk in the office.

“Clever girl,” Nephis crooned.

A shiver curled down Linza’s spine.

There also wasn’t a clock in Nephis’s office, probably because the woman preferred to work on instinct than clockwork. “Best not be late,” Linza said, curtseying with mock formality. She stepped towards the door.

“Now, Linza,” Nephis said, “With your new arrangement I’ll need to do regular… quality inspections, to ensure that nobody will mistake them for cut-rate work.” A half-smile curled across her face, equal parts mischievous and lecherous.

Linza matched it with her own. “But of course. And… does that imply that the rate for these other sessions remains the same as my current rate?”

Nephis grinned. “But of course.”

Linza’s excitement nearly jumped out of her chest, but she needed to focus and especially needed to not be late to her next session, lest she lose any of the patrons she had so far cultivated. She’d assumed, in error, that these new sessions wouldn’t fetch the same rate.

Linza dipped her head in farewell, and this time Nephis let her leave.

With a glance at the nearest tower clock, Linza confirmed that she only had a minute to spare before her next session, and she scurried around the corner and into her half of the little room.

Linza was lucky that her next guest particularly liked succubi. After the session, the guest praised her, saying that this latest work had been particularly inspired. It had been, of course—Linza had modeled the succubus directly after Nephis.

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Part 3: On the Job, The Alchemist's Illusions

Chapter 21: Field Research

Fortunately for Linza and her research goals, there were plenty of experiences that welcomed voyeurs. She would have had to pay for the pleasure, in fact, had she not been on staff.

This particular experience involved six handsome men and a sitting room. At the center was the performance, and the voyeurs could each choose one of the many different kinds chairs that ringed the space, according to their tastes.

Linza had ended up curled in a wingback, partially for the sense of safety that the high back and sides around her provided. She was excited more than apprehensive, but the closeness of the chair comforted her all the same.

The guest in this encounter was a middle-aged woman with dark skin and short hair. Linza had noticed that guests at the pleasure house tended to be in middle or advanced age. She’d at first bought into the idea that they perhaps found it more difficult to find partners than younger folks. But then Linza had started to understand, especially with her guests in the illusion rooms, that the truth was that it took most folks some years to develop the boldness to pursue what they truly wanted. The older folks were more picky about their sexual encounters, not less.

And Linza was confident that sexuality and youth did not correlate one bit. Some of the most attractive, beautiful, vital people she’d ever seen were these people of so-called middle and advanced age.

This guest had a particular magic around her, a brilliant energy, and the six male hosts of the experience needed only do what came naturally. There were two half-orcs, a half-elf, and three humans, twelve eyes totally captivated by their guest.

They all wore robes to start and milled around the center of the room until it was time.

Then the guest dropped her robe.

The men started fawning over her immediately, sidling up to catch her attention, dropping their robes to reveal their own nakedness and throbbing erections.

“Please will you have me?”

“Don’t I please you most?”

“I’ll pleasure you the best.”

She put a finger to her lips and regarded the six of them. She lingered in that moment until they were each pawing at her, begging and pleading. She raised a hand. “Enough. I’ve made my decision. I’ll have all of you.”

And then she was swept into their arms, pulled into the middle of them, abruptly, insistently. As with every experience at the estate, this would have been discussed with the guest prior, to ensure that everything was to her liking.

Though, ‘liking’ was an understatement. The guest reveled in their attentions, delighted in their desperation.

The men ushered her gently over an ottoman and then there was a dick in her mouth and a dick in her sex. The other four ran their hands over her, taking turns kissing her hips, suckling her breasts, fondling her curves, stroking themselves all the while. 

Linza sat in the wing-backed chair, hands over her face and watching through parted fingers. She breathed quickly. Everything in her body, her mind, responded to the erotic scene before her. Her false modesty thus displaced, there was only a burning and throbbing desire. It surprised her. She’d been guiding people to masturbate for weeks now—but here, they were seeing her seeing them. There were more bodies, more sweat, more moaning. 

Linza kept her hand at her face as much so that she wouldn’t start masturbating as anything else. She needed to focus. Needed to etch these memories in her mind, to record them in her repertoire, to notice all the subtle little details. The ways the muscles of their abdomens clenched as waves of desire hit them. The coordinated but not-quite-simultaneous way their eyes and touch followed the guest as she moved. The way that one man’s gasping desire spurred the other five on. The way their eyes settled on her jiggling ass, her swinging breasts, her blissy face.

Linza even noticed how they subtly watched each other and paced themselves. These were not necessarily details that she’d represent in a fantasy, but she appreciated them. They were the real work of crafting a scenario like this, the control and coordination so subtle you almost didn’t notice, all to enable them to all climax at the same time.

Thinking of that eventuality, Linza couldn’t wait. Literally, she could no longer force her hand to stay on her cheek, and instead it fell to press at her mound through the thin layer of her skirt. Her underwear was already soaked. But she dared not miss a single detail.

Especially not when the guest’s breathing deepened and she grabbed the ass of the man with his dick in her mouth and pulled him deep. When his face melted into total abandon and Linza knew that there was no way he could stop the impending orgasm that was pulling all his muscles tight, like an arrow drawn on a bowstring. 

And with all the discipline of a military unit, the other five nocked their arrows and waited.

The guest’s orgasm began and she moaned around the shaft of the first man.

And then his arrow loosed and he pulsed his cum down her throat.

And the other five released their volley, the arcs of cum hanging in the air for a precious moment before falling across her body in a criss-cross of heat and relief.

The sound of six male orgasms in unison echoed in Linza’s ears and mind as she captured as much fidelity as she possibly could.

And then they slowed, and the woman lay happily upon the ottoman. She beckoned one of the men down and he kissed her as the others toweled her off and lavished gentle touches upon her.

Linza gulped. Her monetary goals and trained modesty were suddenly directly at-odds with how desperately she wanted to be the subject of this kind of experience. Yet, she would be embarrassed to have so much attention lavished upon her! Or… would she be embarrassed at the attention itself? Or simply her desire for it? She had no answer for that yet and did not expect to for some time. So, she watched the denouement of the experience with a quiet, desperate awe, her own arousal pounding through her veins. 

She glanced around. Most of the other voyeurs had already climaxed or left to do so elsewhere. She could hardly start now, could she? In the heat of the moment, nobody would have paid much attention to her. Here and now, though—they’d notice! Would they like it? Would they touch themselves again? She wanted very deeply such a scenario but she couldn’t quite bring herself to ask for it. This was why such conversations were best had before the heat of lust.

And so she stayed in the chair, one hand on her cheek and the other over her skirt on her mound, not quite committing to doing anything else.

Eventually, the men and the guest and the rest of the audience left, leaving her there alone and with the lights dimmed.

It was the kindest thing they possibly could have done.

Without anything to hold her back, Linza pulled up her skirt and pulled down her underwear. She buried her hand deep inside of herself. “Fuck! Nnnngh…”

She heaved up and out of the chair and over to the ottoman that the guest had laid across. Linza lay on her back and with a trembling hand she summoned a minor illusion. It was static and the backs of the men would be fuzzy, not quite within the range of the illusion, but the most important part was rendered in perfect clarity.

Their cum in frozen arcs, hanging in the air. Their faces contorted with need and bliss.

The vision was even more inspiring than Linza had anticipated. Almost before she realized it, she was cumming—that delicious blossoming of heat filling her body. Though this blossom did not bear the fruit of satisfaction, but rather of greater need. 

Unable to keep her eyes open, she set the sounds of the six men’s moans to play over and over again around her. She tried to savor the experience but could not escape the tendrils of urgent arousal that had wrapped around her and she gasped and panted and begged until she finally reached another climax.

This one released her out of need and into soft relaxation.

She heaved herself up and collapsed back into the wingback chair to take a moment to recover. She was confident that already she would have a little something extra for her guests. But her endeavor was far from over, she concluded. As with any kind of research—the more data, the better.

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Part 3: On the Job, The Alchemist's Illusions

Chapter 17: Command

Linza had worked almost every day for the past several weeks, and as her routine became established, she started to branch out. She was curious about the other experiences and about the broader operations of the estate. And she was delighted to find that the house offered more formal educational opportunities as well.

That Linza had previously gotten a professorial sense from the madame and her assistant was no coincidence. In the administrative building of the house, there was even a small lecture hall with tiered seating down to a chalkboard—like a JSMI classroom in miniature.

Any staff were welcome to come to the lectures and demonstrations. A few were required as part of her terms of employment, and there were some that could be assigned as remediation if needed. 

There were classes on anatomy and sexual health, conversation and relationships, the application of magic, the history of sex, erotic techniques and so much more.

It was a weekend morning and the day’s lecturer was Primmen, a hawkish woman in her late fifties, her red hair going grey at the temples and pulled up in a tidy bun. She wore spectacles and a simple, slim-fitting dress in dark green. She had been one of the house’s first employees and was a widely respected expert in enchantment magic. She was, in fact, also a professor at JSMI.

This lecture was an overview of enchantment magic for erotic applications, and Primmen was just wrapping up the introduction. “Specialists in enchantment magic tend to, with very few exceptions, end up in one of four career fields: academia, litigation, law enforcement, and sex work.”

That certainly seemed to fit with Linza’s experience at JSMI. A lot of Primmen’s introduction was old news to her, but Linza reminded herself that she’d had the rare opportunity to study at one of the best universities in the world, even if she was deep in debt for it. Many of her colleagues at the estate had never so much as set foot on the campus. 

At JSMI, it was basically a given that anybody in the School of Enchantment was either going to end up being an officer or an inmate. Enchantment magic primarily dealt with manipulating the will and actions of others, so the consequences for its misuse were appropriately harsh. 

Using that manipulation for law enforcement, however, was deemed acceptable. For example, wizards learned magic like Charm Person, which was useful for temporarily winning the trust of informants and suspects. Linza was not sure she agreed with the ethics, but overall it seemed to be better than the alternative. 

Because Enchantment had not always been the go-to tool for law enforcement. Evocation had held that honor within the past century, but after a nasty accident with a rogue Fireball spell had burned down two boroughs, a reform towards Enchantment had begun. 

When you could simply cast Hold Person and instantly de-escalate a situation, there was not nearly as much need for overt violence. Though Enchantment magic was not necessarily harmless. In fact, since its threat was subtler, it had the potential to be even more dangerous.

Fortunately, the majority of law enforcement was composed of paladins, not JSMI alumni. The Stonewall Academy had its flaws, but it had a reputation for producing paladins of exceptional moral fiber. Paladins were also capable of their own enchantment magic, like Zone of Truth, which helped keep even the wizards in check. There were even a few higher-ups in the kingdom that had trained as both wizard and paladin.

“I must make it perfectly clear up front,” Primmen continued, “That when we speak of Enchantment in the context of sex work, it is important to understand that the will cannot be bent to cause itself direct harm. It is not possible—and rightly so—for compulsion magic to force any creature to accept direct harm. That being said, explicit consent remains absolutely vital because indirect harm, especially harm to trust or to a relationship, is very serious. Now, I do like to start with a demonstration. My lovely assistant, please?”

The main reason that Linza had come to this particular session is that Tanyth would be taking part. They had invited her and she now sat next to them towards the front of the lecture hall.

At Primmen’s call, Tanyth jumped to their feet and bounced to the front of the class. They were dressed thematically in a short pleated skirt, knee-high stockings, and a burgundy sweater, with their blue hair up in a high ponytail.

Tanyth had still not ever mentioned the illusion that had revealed Linza’s feelings, and that was both a blessing and a curse. Linza appreciated that over the past several weeks, she hadn’t had to suffer through too much awkwardness. But at the same time, moments like this seemed designed to torment her.

“Excellent. Thank you, Tanyth. Now, there are a few things to note. As with illusions and even non-magical hypnosis, the receptivity and willingness of the subject of the magic greatly enhances the effects. Here is one way that explicit, enthusiastic consent will heighten the experience. With this consent, some very enjoyable and unique scenarios are possible. Tanyth, if you will?”

Tanyth’s rising erection was already lifting the front of their skirt, revealing that they weren’t wearing any underwear underneath. They reached under the hem and started to stroke themselves.

Linza flushed both with arousal and a bit of nervousness. This was definitely designed to torment her. She glanced around the lecture hall. Everyone was watching with interest. A few others were taking notes, but the overall energy was more educational than erotic. She was still impressed by how nonchalant her colleagues at the estate were about sex and genitalia. 

Not that she was complaining—it would be hard to go back to being shy about it before long—but she still wasn’t fully accustomed. So, she was very aware of the blush in her cheeks.

After a moment, Primmen nodded.

Tanyth tucked the front of their skirt back over their waistband so that their erection remained in full view.

There was a table next to the lecturn and Tanyth leaned over the edge of it, bracing their hands flat against the table, giving a profile view to the class.

“Now, enchantments work at a deep and often unconscious level and they can operate on both the brain and the body. With a spell like Command, it’s important to remember how the subject’s will shapes the effects. And now, to demonstrate. Tanyth… come.”

There were no incantations or gestures, no humming crystal, simply the command in her voice and the magic responding to it.

And then Tanyth responding to the magic. They cried out, their back arching, and without moving or touching themselves in any way they orgasmed right there. There was a spurt of cum and then a slower dribble, less volume than usual—a bit like if you stopped stroking right as the climax started. Which, in effect, was what had happened.

Linza stared, awestruck and aroused. Her musings had proved prescient—Primmen must have studied at the Stonewall Academy to know Command, which was a paladin spell. Linza wished that she’d had a class with Primmen while at JSMI, though she suspected that JSMI wouldn’t have let Primmen lecture on this current topic. 

Tanyth sighed happily.

“Now, you will notice,” Primmen continued, “That this was not a particularly powerful orgasm. That’s because the rules of biology and physics still apply. An orgasm is the sudden release of sexual tension. If there’s not much tension, then there’s not much to release. So, Command is best applied when combined with other elements of the experience.” She slid a small vial over to Tanyth.

They picked it up, uncorked it, and applied a clear liquid to their shaft. Tanyth started stroking themselves again, this time with gusto, enabled by the lubricant. They made no effort to mute or even muffle their gasps, groans, and happy sighs.

Linza shifted in her seat, causing her own little spark of pleasure. She glanced around the room again. She was impressed to see that most of the others still had an academic air to them, though a young man a few rows up was as red-faced as she was.

The most torturous part of the whole thing is that, especially given the reaction of the rest of the staff in the class, she was certain that Tanyth wasn’t trying to torment her at all. They were just simply this matter-of-fact about these kinds of things, and they’d long been a teacher and coach here. Of course any of this would be casual to them. She may as well have been claiming somebody loved her because they’d told her where the washroom was when she’d asked. 

Primmen continued to lecture about some related details and recommendations, but Linza didn’t hear any of them. All she could hear was Tanyth’s gasps and the pounding of her blood in her ears. She was transfixed, watching them masturbate front and center in a lecture hall for the class’s educational enrichment.

Their face was so angelic. Pretty, handsome, androgynous, enraptured.

Tanyth interrupted Primmen mid-sentence, also not hearing her words. “I’m close, I’m gonna, I’m—”

Stop.” Another invocation of Command.

Tanyth froze, their whole body shuddering against the motion as if they’d suddenly been encased in a perfectly clear shell and could no longer move.

A large drop of clear pre-cum fell from their tip.

A quarter second later and they would have already been past the point of no return.

Primmen waited a long moment. “Alright, you may start again.”

Tanyth did, and it was not long before they were panting again. Primmen didn’t start lecturing this time.

“O-okay, I’m close again, I—”

Come.”

Tanyth’s body convulsed so hard that they fell against the table with one hand, stroking themselves vigorously with the other, adding much more cum to the floor below them.

Just as they started to relax, Primmen repeated, “Come.”

Tanyth cried out, the process starting again, still yet more flowing from their small body somehow.

And then just as it stopped, again she said, “Come.”

And a third time Tanyth came, hand gripping the table, back arched and body shaking.

This time, she let them finally relax. They wobbled and sat hard on a stool by the chalkboard.

Linza glanced around again. This last display had finally gotten to the rest of the audience. Everyone was now looking a bit hot and bothered, and she expected that there would be a mass exodus to break rooms following the end of the session. If, that is, the group didn’t just devolve into public sex or masturbation before leaving the room. Linza still wasn’t quite sure just how open the staff were when there weren’t pretenses to keep for the guests.

Tanyth obviously had no issue masturbating in front of all of them.

“There are a couple of things to note,” Primmen said, pulling the classroom’s attention back to her. “First, I find it pertinent to remind everyone that most feelings of ‘fullness’ or ‘capacity’ when it comes to ejaculation are just perception. The majority of seminal volume doesn’t come from the testicles at all, but rather from glands near the prostate. Second, a scenario like this is still limited by the refractory period, though this varies widely from individual to individual. So, this can be an extra fun scenario for those with very short refractory periods, like Tanyth here. Thirdly, as with many magics, when the subject is enthusiastically accepting of the effects, the spell takes less effort to manifest and so can be cast longer or, in this case, more frequently.”

A few of the other staff returned to their senses and started scribbling down notes. 

Primmen continued. “This is an example of what a single word can do. I must also point out the spell Suggestion, which is a higher level spell that allows the communication of an idea of up to several sentences. The effects of Suggestion can be maintained for up to eight hours. It is especially excellent for what I like to call, ‘enhancing the wants of the will’. An apt Suggestion may give you the power of will that you desire but lack. If you’re interested to see a demonstration of this, I will be hosting a session here again tonight and would be happy to see you there.”

Primmen continued on with a history of enchantment magic thus applied, but Linza couldn’t focus on her words. She was too busy watching Tanyth’s glazed-over expression and wondering what in the world Primmen’s next demonstration would be.

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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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