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Cutie Cumpire Goes to Work


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

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

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

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

Nora: Why? 😈

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

Nora: Deal with it.

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

Nora: No! 😡 don’t waste my cum!

Jasper: Then stop sending me pictures of your ass!

Nora: then stop looking at them 😈

Jasper: You know I can’t…

Nora: 🍑🍑🍑

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

Nora: 😭 fineeee

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

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

He sent her a short video of his throbbing cock.

She texted back immediately.

Nora: No fair!!!

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

Nora: This is different!!!

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

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

Then a new message suddenly scrolled his view down again.

Nora: Is there a window in that bathroom?

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

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

Nora: I’ll be right there.

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

Nora didn’t respond.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jasper: I didn’t yet

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

Jasper: uh… yeah…

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

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

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

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

Jasper: Not helping!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until finally, finally, Jasper shuddered to a stop.

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

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

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

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

“That was so hot,” Nora said.

“Y-yeah,” Jasper said.

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

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

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

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

Jasper: I dunno, I might actually die

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

Jasper: Wouldn’t you miss me?

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

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

He wrote, I love you

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

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

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

Nora: haha, ur such a nerd

Jasper held his breath.

Nora: I love u 😘

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

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


The end 🙂 (for now!)

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

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Part 4: The Interloper, The Alchemist's Illusions

Chapter 37: Sick Day

Linza awoke to the sound of the neighborhood clock tower chiming and to the warmth of Grun’s arms around her. She snuggled into Grun, and then realized that if the clock was already chiming, she was already going to be late for work.

“Shit!” She jolted up.

“That’s not regret I hear, is it?” Grun teased. He seemed to have already been awake.

Linza stilled for a moment. She leaned over and kissed Grun’s cheek. “Not at all. I’m just going to be late!”

She scrambled out from under the covers but his hand found her waist.

“That doesn’t seem so bad,” Grun said. He ran his fingers up over her breast and then down her waist again and to her ass, humming with appreciation. “Why don’t you let me send you off properly? Give you a little breakfast?”

“That is very tempting,” Linza said, and she meant it, “But I really can’t.” She wiggled out from under his hand and rolled out of bed, taking the half step over to her wardrobe and rummaging around for a suitable outfit. She’d have to get ready in record time.

Her plans crashed headlong into a brick wall at a singular, captivating sound.

Grun’s indulgent, luxuriant moan.

Linza spun.

Grun had shrugged the cover down to his thighs and he was lying with one hand behind his head and the other stroking his cock, his eyes fluttering towards the ceiling in abject bliss. He was still naked, his wavy hair splayed out on the pillow, the muscles of his chest and abdomen rippling in time with his stroking.

“What are you doing?” Linza hissed.

Grun lifted the hand from behind his head to wave her on. “You go on, I can… nnnngh… take care of this…”

Linza turned reluctantly back to her wardrobe, but couldn’t manage anything beyond staring blankly at it. And then a rivulet of moisture ran down her inner thigh, the remnants of Grun’s ample deposit.

Grun moaned again.

She turned a skeptical eye towards him to see if he was playing it up on purpose. But he didn’t seem to be. It just… felt that good.

Linza’s mouth watered and she put her hands on her hips. “Well, I can’t leave with you like this!”

Grun stirred from his reverie and looked towards her. “Oh yeah? Why not?”

She bit her lip and despite her best effort, her eyes drifted to his cock.

Grun smiled. “This isn’t getting you all—ngh—hot and bothered, is it?”

“No, of course not!” Linza huffed. She didn’t know why she was being contrary, other than that if she wasn’t, she really wouldn’t make it to work. 

“Then why can’t you leave?” Grun teased.

“Because… because, well, I can’t leave you here, I have to lock up.” It was true enough.

“Hm, that seems fair. You’d better come hurry me along then, huh? Otherwise these things just… nnnnngh…” This time he was being dramatic on purpose as he took a long, slow stroke. “… they just take time.”

Linza crossed her arms. It was not Grun she was fighting at this point, so much as the realization that her sense of responsibility was really going to lose to her horniness. “Oh yeah? And how can I ‘hurry you along’?”

Grun beckoned her towards him with two fingers.

She eyed him suspiciously but stepped over to the bed and kneeled next to him.

He swept those same two fingers under her and to her vulva, then stopped just as he touched her. She was still wet, still so ready to be touched.

She quivered with anticipation, heat flaring under her skin as a gasp escaped her lips.

He paused, finding her eyes, looking for any sign of apprehension or protest. There was none. He slipped his fingers inside.

“Gruuun… I, I have to go to work…” Linza said.

“Do you?” He circled his thumb over her clit.

She gasped and shuddered.

“You don’t look like you have to go to work…” He pressed his thick fingers slightly further inside. 

She whimpered.

“You don’t sound like you have to go to work…”

“W-well I do have to…”

He curled the tips of his fingers back towards himself. He pressed exactly on her spot. She moaned.

“I don’t think life should be lived from ‘have tos’,” he continued. “I like… ‘want tos’. What do you want?”

He pressed insistently, rhythmically at her spot, thumb still circling over her clit. Her own moisture mixed with the remnants of his seed and dripped down his hand.

“F-fuck you’re right on my spot!” she said. With every press, her resolve slipped a little further out of her grasp.

“I said… what do you want?”

“Fuck, I want to cum!”

His hips bucked. “Gods, I like it when you talk like that. I like it when you tell me what you want.”

His affirmation was as intoxicating as the lust. She put her own hand to her clit, pushing his thumb away and rubbing herself eagerly.

He shifted his hand slightly so that he could press more easily against her spot, moving his fingers in and out.

“Gods, right there,” Linza whimpered. This differed from his fullness in her— this was more intense, more direct. This was no gently tended ember, this was a bellows put to the flame. Like steam expanded to fill every available space, so the heat filled her even to the tips of her fingers and toes.

It was almost too much to bear, almost so much that she asked him to stop, but she didn’t want it to stop. If he stopped, the heat would dissipate only very slowly, like a steam engine with a clogged release valve.

Ironically, unbearably, rapturously—release would only come through greater pressure. Something, somewhere, would finally give. 

But not yet. Her grasping hand found his upper thigh, her fingers curled to claws and dug into his skin. “I want to cuuum…” Her other hand worked vigorously at her clit.

He moaned with deeper pleasure, his attention drifting towards stroking himself. “Fuuuuck… I’m close…”

Linza panted. “Wait for me.” Whatever part of her that would have deemed such a request as ‘too selfish’ had melted in the heat.

Grun moaned and stopped stroking. “As you wish.” He returned his attentions more fully to her, to his fingers inside of her.

The hints of pre-orgasmic pleasure quickened. “Right there… just like that… fuck, don’t stop… don’t stop…” The wanting and waiting were torture, but they allowed every molecule of her being to align to a singular goal.

Then, the cork holding back all that heat and pressure budged. A shift and her breathing quickened. A wobble and her heart thundered. And then Linza’s heat exploded. “Oh, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I— Ah— Aaaaaaah!”

As she quivered with sensitivity, Grun turned his pressing into steady pressure, which was exactly to her liking. His reason was more instinctive, though. The sound of her climax had pushed him into his own inescapable need. As soon as he started stroking himself, he was on the edge.

His face and body tensed. His moan was the first sign, and then the first convulsion coursed through him. The second brought a spurt of cum multiple feet in the air, then the next, and the rest flowed out over his hand and onto his stomach, like sea foam over green waves.

As he relaxed, she pressed her hand over his and held his palm against her mound, his fingers inside of her, until her last waves of pleasure faded.

Grun stirred and put his fingers to his tongue, sucking her wetness off of him. He propped himself up and grinned at her. “You don’t seem in any sort of state to go to work,” he said confidently.

“I don’t?” Linza said, though her hair was a tangle and she still floated in the hazy afterglow.

He shook his head. “It’s my professional opinion that you need a day off. You are simply indisposed.”

Linza brought herself back down to reality. She did indeed have an allowance of paid leave. She hadn’t used any since she’d started working, not even when she’d actually been sick. It felt… risky, scandalous, guilty to play hooky. It also felt… exciting, interesting, lively.

She couldn’t be the only one who just… needed a day off now and again, right?

“Mmmmm okay, fine. Just this once. What, do you want to stay in and fuck all day?”

Grun sighed as if at a fond memory. “I certainly would not protest. But I was thinking… I haven’t actually seen much of the city. Maybe we could go on a tour? You can show me some of your favorite spots?”

“Oh! That sounds really nice.” And then Linza blushed. It made little sense to be shy given how they’d just fucked, but… a day on the town, practically a second date, the idea that he’d want to just spend time with her, sex aside… it felt good, and a little frightening.

Linza distracted herself by getting dressed, but then realized Grun had only his suit. While Linza searched for her most oversized sweater just in case he might be able to squeeze into it, he simply put on his pants and hooked his suit coat over his shoulder, neatly folding his shirt and setting it aside. Once he caught his hair up into a messy bun, he was instantly the picture of fashion.

Though someone might have taken offense at a human or even an elf walking around the city without a shirt on, nobody was about to tell a half-orc what they could or could not wear.

But fuck, was she going to have a hard time not staring at him the whole time.

Linza re-tucked her shirt into her skirt for the third time. Next to Grun, she felt… under-dressed. Over-dressed? It’s not like she had much of a choice—her entire wardrobe was more of the same. Linza reassured herself that if Grun had thought her usual outfit looked silly, he wouldn’t have flirted with her in the first place, so she’d better just stop fretting and get on with it.

After a brief stop by the nearest pigeon coops, where Linza delivered the letter to her employer explaining her absence for the day, she and Grun set out into town.

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Part 4: The Interloper, The Alchemist's Illusions

Chapter 36: Dessert

Grun carried her up all five flights of stairs as easily as she carried her clutch. He held her as she dug out her keys and unlocked the door, and she would have had him carry her right to her bed, except she really needed to pee.

Mischief twinkled in his eye, but he thought better of it, and Linza scurried off to the bathroom, cursing her basic bodily functions.

As she emerged and saw him standing on the other side of the room, shirt mussed, trousers still tracing his muscular legs, hands tucked in his pockets, she paused.

He, too, hesitated.

For all their mutual voracity, a quiet and insistent hush fell over them. It was as if they each noticed a rare creature, one that might flee should they speak too loudly or move too quickly.

Grun stepped forward first, with his gentle yet intractable momentum, like a ship gliding on a calm sea.

He reached her like a spray of salt water, upon her all at once but nowhere harshly, his fingertips brushing her chin.

Her hands washed up onto his chest, crested around to his sides, his waist.

He folded around her, kissed her neck. She pulled him in closer, fingertips curling to claws.

His teeth met her skin.

She gasped. Her hands found the firmness in his trousers.

He groaned and unzipped the back of her dress.

She undid his buttons.

He slipped the dress down her shoulders and around her hips and it crumpled to the floor. His fingertips traced her spine, his palm pressing tight against the flat of her back, his breathy moan pouring over her neck.

Despite how conflicted Linza had felt, despite how many questions remained, in that moment she knew exactly what she wanted. She unbuttoned his shirt and traced her tongue over the arc of his pectorals, dropping to swirl over his nipples and earning a gasp and a wiggle.

As he shrugged out of his shirt, she dropped to her knees before him and freed his throbbing cock.

She had noted the size of it when he had stroked himself, but now that her own small hands wrapped around him, she truly appreciated the scale. She could just barely wrap one hand around his head and his base, but his mid-shaft swell forced her fingers apart. The base of his shaft was the same grey-green as the rest of his skin, but he darkened to purple towards the tip and his glans was soft pink under the sheath of his foreskin.

Grun moaned and shuddered at the sensation of her fingertips exploring him. “Y-you don’t have to—”

“I want to,” Linza crooned, swirling her tongue under his tip.

Grun’s entire body went stiff, vibrating with the effort of saying upright as he groaned. “I-I insist…”

That wicked, slithering thing draped over her shoulders and snickered.

Linza smirked. “Is that so?” She gripped just behind his head and gently pushed down towards his base, the skin sliding with her and revealing more of his glans. She flicked the tip of her tongue at his frenulum. 

He shuddered and grunted.

She slowly stroked him. “Insist away. No, really. Feel free to stop me any time.” She leaned down and sucked at his tip.

“Fuck! N-not fair…”

“If it makes you feel any better…” She lifted her other hand to cup his balls, learning the weight of them in her hand and earning another barely-contained moan. “You did get to go first. I… I really appreciated what you said at dinner.”

“N-not sure how it earned this, but… I’m glad…”

Linza gently squeezed his testicles, noting the way it made his eyes roll back.

Gods, she never would have dreamed of doing anything like this—of being anyone like this—six months ago. But between the illusions and the lectures and all the smut she’d been writing, she’d become much more sure of herself than she’d realized.

“I’m an alchemist, remember? You give me compliments, I give you…” She took him into her mouth and swirled her tongue between his frenulum and his foreskin.

“Oh, fuck!” His breath shuddered.

Every gasp, every moan, every shake ignited the heat between Linza’s legs. She loved having such an effect on him, loved making him lose his composure. Not that it was particularly difficult… but it was still very satisfying. 

She lost track of time kneeling before him, stroking and sucking and exploring, teasing out groans and twitches and pre-cum. His breathing accelerated.

“L-Linza… If you keep that up, I’m gonna…”

Linza slowed, giving a teasing suck to his tip. Grun’s hips bucked into her hands, desperate to keep up the sensation.

“S-sorry! It’s okay if you don’t—”

“I just have one question. How soon before you’re good to go again?”

His husky laugh stirred the heat between her legs. “I’m a half-orc, what do you think?”

“Good.” Linza started up again, full-tempo. After the brief pause, the sensation was even more intense.

“Fuck! Gods, that feels good…”

His shaft throbbed, his head oozed pre-cum onto her tongue, his balls tensed. She remembered his load on the veranda, remembered how badly she had wanted to try and swallow all of it, and her whole body went dizzy with arousal. Her panties were soaked, her sex throbbed, but she could wait. She wanted everything that he could possibly give her, and she moaned around his shaft, hoped that he would understand her wordless request.

“Oh shit… Linza, I’m… I’m gonna… Linza!”

If there were such a thing as a sympathetic orgasm, Linza had one right then, her whole body buzzing with the pleasure.

And then his first spurt hit the back of her tongue, and her entire awareness narrowed to drinking down as much of him as she could. His seed was hot and bitter and earthy and she wanted more of it, all of it, and she sucked and swallowed at his tip until he put his hand to her cheek. Linza leaned back and licked her lips.

“Good gods, Linza, you play so fucking hard to get and then…” He shivered. “And to think I was still worried you didn’t actually want to come to dinner.” His breathing slowed and his shoulders relaxed, but his cock showed no sign of softening.

She kissed his tip. “What can I say? You’re persuasive.”

Grun smiled and growled. “I could say the same to you. Nice guys finish last, and now you’ve gone and turned me into a jerk.” He leaned down and scooped her up off the floor and carried her back towards the bed.

“You were already a jerk.”

“Hey, since when have I been a jerk to you?”

“You interrupted my lunch!” Linza smacked his chest, and then he tossed her back onto the bed.

“Huh. Good point. That maybe wasn’t the best first impression for meeting a human, was it?”

“No! How’d you guess that I’m an overachiever and yet not realize that?”

Grun kneeled over her, a smile still dancing in his sea-glass eyes even as he pouted down at her. “Look, the barging in is a cultural thing. I’m sorry it ruined your lunch. But if my memory of that meeting is a bit… hazy…” His cock throbbed. “That is not my fault.”

A wicked grin pulled at Linza’s lips. She reached down and stroked his cock again. “I dunno, maybe if you weren’t so eager to show off how obedient you could be, you wouldn’t have cum your brains out.”

Grun’s eyes fluttered, and he whimpered, swaying as his legs slackened under him. “Hey!”

It was so much more intense a reaction than she’d expected. She loved it. “That really affects you, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” Grun grumbled. “And for the record, I’m a switch. That lever goes both ways, and it’s just as touchy on either side.”

“Oh? What does it take to get it to go the other way?”

“Beg me to fuck you and you’ll find out.”

Heat thundered through Linza. She wriggled out of her soaked panties and offered them to Grun. “I could beg, but why don’t I let my panties do the talking.”

Grun breathed deeply, his eyes darkening with arousal. He growled and the sound curled down around her, arching her back. “Yeah. That’ll work. Careful though, I’m not sure if you’re quite ready for—”

Linza pressed a finger to his lips and then rolled over towards her bedside table. Grun shifted out of the way so that she could fish out a glass dildo nearly as thick as he was. “I’m a, uh… bit of a size queen.”

“Show off,” Grun said.

“I just didn’t think you’d believe me if I didn’t show you.”

“Well, now I’m obligated to prove to you that my cock is better.”

“Please do… try.”

Grun growled, grabbed her hips and hauled her towards him. He spotted the jar of lube on the nightstand and coated himself. He was all quick and efficient movements, right until he lined his tip up to her entrance.

Linza’s hips bucked reflexively towards him.

Grun smirked. “Now, now… beggars can’t be choosers… I’m going to take my time.”

“Hey, now, that’s not—”

It was Linza’s turn to be utterly undone when he dragged his tip up between her already-slick folds, circling over her clit before sliding down again. Linza shuddered and arched towards him, desperate for more and yet unable to ask for it because what he was already doing felt so good.

“First impressions are important,” Grun crooned, circling his tip over her clit again, “As you so kindly just reminded me. So I want to make sure you know…” He pressed at her entrance and she tensed eagerly, but he pulled away to brush over her clit again, drowning her protests in another spark of pleasure. “Exactly how it is… I like to do things.”

Grun leaned back and pulled away from her. A whimper escaped her before she could think to stop it. 

“Rutting is fun and all…” he continued. “But I prefer to take my time. And as you also so kindly just reminded me…” He leaned down over her, face moving towards her hips. “You smell delicious.”

As slowly and gently as she had reached up to kiss him, he lowered his mouth towards her sex.

Linza had always thought of herself as a relatively self-controlled person, but she realized in that moment that she had nothing on Grun—at least not when it came to sex. Because while he said he’d wait forever and he’d meant it, reveled in it, she could not keep her hips from bucking into his face.

Fortunately for her, he seemed just as eager to taste her as she was for his touch, and he growled eagerly and stroked his tongue along her. Just as she had when she’d kneeled before him, he started slowly, gently, learning what made her moan and shudder. This was skill, it was craft. It was the ‘work’ in sex work, and gods did it pay off.

Linza’s back arched and Grun teased her with a few swirls of his tongue before slipping a finger in as he slid his tongue up to her clit. 

“Size queen, huh?” He slipped a second finger next to the first. His hands were so large that just those two fingers together were the girth of an average human cock.

All Linza could do was nod, and then his third finger sent her spinning back into dizzy ecstasy. She loved the stretch, loved how it felt to squeeze around something that filled her so completely. Pre-orgasmic sparks of heat danced around his fingers. And then his tongue found her clit again as the pads of his fingers found her spot.

She whimpered as every muscle in her body tensed. “D-don’t stop!”

Within and without, he surrounded every nerve of her pleasure. She squeezed around him, chasing her release. And then her pleasure blossomed under the rhythmic pressure of his tongue and she screamed so loudly that the neighbors would certainly hear. But there was no stopping it—whatever part of her mind cared about the neighbors guttered out for that blissful moment as she crested her climax.

Linza moaned through the rhythmic pulses of her aftershocks, her body unraveling with each wave of pleasure. Grun gentled his touch, easing his fingers out of her as she settled.

It was thoughtful and appropriate, but her nerves sparkled with desire, and she was not so easily sated.

“Fuck me right now,” she breathed.

Grun’s muscles went taught as they had when she’d brushed his upper thigh under the table. “I’ll start slow,” he said, an edge in his voice as if he were reminding himself more than Linza.

She nodded. “You won’t have to stay slow for long, don’t worry.”

Grun found the jar of lube and slicked his cock again.

“You won’t break me,” Linza chided.

“Is that a challenge?” Grun’s eyes flashed.

That slithering thing writhed with pleasure. “Yes,” Linza said.

Grun leaned over her and pressed his cock between her folds, and she lifted her hips to meet him. He rocked just his first half into her, withdrawing and stroking again. The fullness was incredible and she wanted all of it, but Grun pulled away again. On the third thrust, Linza couldn’t stand the tease, and she grabbed his ass and pulled him in to the hilt, a moan blooming in her throat as her eyes tipped back. She squeezed around him to take the edge off the painful stretch, and her body trembled with pleasure. 

“Fuck, you feel good…” she moaned.

Grun’s hips bucked into her. “So do you…”

“Please fuck me.” Her fingernails curled to claws around his upper arms. “Please!”

He growled and thrust into her, then again, and again, his pace increasing as his restraint dissolved.

“Yes!” Linza became an expanse of glittering stars. She loved sex after an orgasm. Every stroke felt like a climax, but left her desperate for more. She couldn’t stand how intense it was, but she couldn’t get enough of it. She squeezed around him, milking every sensation she could from that thick, throbbing cock.

“Fuck, you’re tight…” he said. He slowed abruptly, and Linza wondered for an instant if he’d already finished. But if he’d finished, she wouldn’t be wondering. No, he was edging himself.

These slow, deep strokes were ecstatic torture. There was no heat or urgency to hide just how large he was inside of her, how much she stretched to accommodate him. She huffed, squeezing around him as hard as she could, desperate for more sensation.

“Just how will I know if I broke you, I wonder…” he crooned, his pointed canines just inches from her face. He thrust deep, to a point that only felt good if she was very, very warmed up. She was. A whimper escaped from her throat.

“We could wager something,” he continued. “What would you like to bet?”

Linza tried to form words, but every stroke of his cock blanked her mind.

“Oh, or did I break you already?” He increased his pace.

Her head tipped back, mouth gaping, and every exhale was a moan. She didn’t resent the smug look on his face anymore. She didn’t have anything to win that she wasn’t already experiencing, any place to put him except exactly where he was.

“Please…” she breathed. “Please cum in me… I want to f-feel you…”

He growled and punded her into the bed, sending sparks bursting through her body with every stroke.

“Yes, gods yes! Please!” She could hardly wait another second—it was too intense, she was too hot, too full—but she didn’t want it to ever end.

“Linza…” His breath sawed in ragged gasps. 

“Yes, yes!” She wasn’t cumming, but she might as well have been. Every nerve sparkled with pleasure, her mind drowned in it, her body throbbed with it.

“Linza!” And then he erupted. His cock throbbed with every pulse, stretching her over-sensitive nerves, filling her with his heat. It flowed out around him with every thrust, slicking the tops of her thighs, spilling out onto the bed. She wanted to be covered in it, covered in him, bathing in his warmth.

It was a minute or more before his stroking slowed and he eased down onto his elbows over her, his breath steadying and his cock still throbbing.

Thanks to Presdigititation, Grun’s cum didn’t ruin her mattress.

But Linza couldn’t say the same about herself.

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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 2: Training, The Alchemist's Illusions

Chapter 11: The Break Room

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

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

The sex part.

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

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

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

Linza nodded. “Of course!”

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

“Makes sense.”

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

“My own noises?”

“When you masturbate.”

“Oh!” Of course. But also, oh my.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re leaving that way?”

“Well, I’m not leaving quite yet.”

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

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

Her side was dark, so that she was hidden.

Sound would pass easily between them.

She held her breath.

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

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

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

They started to unbutton their wide-legged trousers.

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

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

She had been very wrong.

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

They stood before her, totally naked.

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

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

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

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

Linza edged closer to the grate, still barely breathing.

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

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

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

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

Then they moaned in earnest and Linza nearly fainted.

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

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

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

Every gasp. Every moan. Every stutter.

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

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

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

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

And all the more enamored with Tanyth.

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

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

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

Good gods she was so turned on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She’d never said her name.

Not that Linza would be remembering any names like this.

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

She did see a few things that had surprised her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

For Tanyth, she waited.

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

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

It was Tanyth!

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

“Yes,” Linza gasped.

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

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

Tanyth swept it easily aside, revealing her quivering there.

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

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

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

Linza nodded, eagerly.

“Holy shit Linza, just for our bet?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All Linza could do was nod.

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

Then, their fingers returned to her.

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

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

“Yes!”

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

“Yes, please, please inside!”

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

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

Tanyth obliged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then she was certain.

She was in love with Tanyth.

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Part 2: On the Road, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 12: Six Hands High

Ada spent most of the next day talking to her new friends as they rode towards the shore. Missa and Sendia now openly fondled each other atop their horse. The group bounced question after question to each other, about lovers and life, about hobbies and habits, about preferences and predilections.

Ada found that she could talk openly about herself in every way. Not just sex, but worries. Hangups. Aspirations. These were all met with open warmth, for the first time.

Screw fairy godmothers coming to the rescue, Ada thought. I’ll take a mystical topless sex-positive sea kingdom, thank you very much.

That night, Ada sourced wood for the fire, roaming around the wood and gathering kindling, then helping to haul and chop up a dead log. It felt good to use her body, and even better to know that nobody was judging her. Or, well, at least not negatively. She caught Pasco’s appreciative gaze on her more than once. 

Once everything was prepared, Ada sat next to the fire, pleased to watch the flickering light of the fruits of her labor.

Missa came down next to her. “I saw you working hard. Arms and back must be awful sore. Want a back rub?”

Missa exuded feminine warmth. She was the curviest of the three women, with thick thighs and a cute tummy. Her brown hair was tucked behind her ears, her skin a deep tan. Her tattoos were twirling and delicate, like filigree, in rings all the way up her soft arms.

Yes,” Ada said. She melted into the woman’s touch. The others finished up and came to gather around the fire.

“Do you want… more than a back rub?” Missa asked. “It’s okay if you don’t.”

Ada considered this. Pasco sat across from her. “How does this work?” Ada asked him. She was quite enamored with him, and though she hardly felt like she needed his permission to do what she wanted, she did respect his feelings.

“Well,” he said, “I want you to be happy. I’m secure. You do what feels good… as long as you don’t mind me watching.”

That kindled her arousal something fierce, and made her glad that she’d asked. Knowing that he’d also take pleasure in what followed made it even better.

“Yes, Missa, I would indeed like more than a back rub.”

Missa cooed happily. “I want to see if I can make you a dragon, is that alright?” She started massaging Ada’s breasts, gently at first.

Little sparks of electric energy radiated from Ada’s nipples, which were becoming firm at Missa’s touch. “Yes, that is very… very alright…”

Missa moved one hand to Ada’s waist, then her stomach, then her inner thigh. Ada shivered and pressed back into Missa’s warm, soft breasts.

Missa’s hand slipped into Ada’s trousers, finding her labia with an intimate familiarity. Missa started a rhythm of stroking with her fingers. It was probably what Missa herself liked and it was different than Ada’s preferred style, but Ada liked the change, liked the novelty. She suspected it would be… very effective.

After some minutes, she peeked over at Pasco. She could see him throbbing through the thin fabric of his trousers. Touch yourself, she thought. She would have told him to, but she wanted him to do it because he couldn’t bear to not, more so than because she told him to.

Missa’s ministrations brought Ada back into her own body for a few more minutes. Missa’s hand was soaking wet from Ada and Ada arched back and ran her hands through Missa’s hair to draw out breathy gasps from the pirate woman.

Ada looked at Pasco again. Not just a glance this time. She locked eyes with him. She grinned and ran her tongue over the teeth of her open mouth. She imagined her dragon’s mouth around him, and she swore she saw the same image light up in his eyes.

He grinned begrudgingly. He withdrew himself from his trousers and started to stroke himself.

Missa slipped a finger inside to curl around to Ada’s spot.

 Ada was plenty warm and the sensation was intense and welcome. “Oh fuck…” Ada said. Pasco stroking himself, Missa’s pinch at her nipple, the pressure on her spot, fingers moving through her folds, “Fuck, I’m gonnaaaaaaa!~”

The transformation always felt like she was gasping in, in, in, pulling all of the heat and warmth and pleasure in the world into herself.

Ada barely managed to avoid snuffing the fire as she stumbled to her feet at the edge of camp. She towered over them, though Forte was nearly as tall as her shoulders. Her head was the size of Pasco’s torso. The pirates looked up at her with awe.

That sent a thrill through her. She purred and shook her head, iridescence flickering down her black scales. She spread her bat-like wings to show their shimmering translucent membranes as she settled to lounge at the edge of camp.

“You can touch,” she said to them. “If I say ‘red’, it means ‘stop for real’ and ‘back up because I might crush you’.”

Pasco chortled at that and came to stroke her face again. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, “and strong.”

“Careful,” she said, “the human might get jealous.” That was, perhaps, one of the sadder parts of being able to turn into a dragon. At times, she could feel terribly inadequate standing on just two feet.

Pasco shook his head. “All of you, all the time. Beautiful and strong.”

Ada felt a deep warmth, which was neither particular sexual, nor particularly non-sexual, that she didn’t quite know how to describe. It wasn’t the literal fire that she could breathe, either. It was like a warm hug inside of her. She’d never felt seen, like this, before. And it hadn’t even been a week. How might she feel, how might he know her, after moons or even years? Or might they burn fast and come to fade all too soon?

Missa had the most overt delight and was the first to come and touch. She petted Ada’s scales, then stroked the soft membranes of her wings.

“Ooh that— tickles but— feels really good.” 

Missa started to rub and massage what was the palm of Ada’s wing, the place where all the spokes came together, and that set Ada to quivering. Ada had never thought that might be an erotic area for a dragon, but she was learning all sorts of things from these eager pirates.

Pasco ran a hand down her neck and started towards her belly, and Sendia came up in front of her. The woman’s face was angular and cute, her body lithe and slender. She had no breasts and her body was straight and athletic, her blondish hair pulled up in a messy bun atop her head. Sendia petted the dragon with glee. 

Ada nosed the bulge in her trousers. “I like to suck on something. May I?”

Sendia cupped Ada’s snout in her hands. “Yeah, I’d like that!” She undid her trousers and Ada greedily lapped at her growing shaft. Ada liked the idea of being fucked by someone so cute, just a bouncy, peppy little fuck, and she sunk into that thought as Pasco, Forte, and Teoda evaluated her draconic vulva.

Pasco was sharing what he’d learned so far, offering advice to the other two. Ada couldn’t make out much of what they were saying over the sound of her own slurping and Sendia’s squeaks.

Then it started. Six hands on her. No, eight! Missa had joined in too. The hands were between her labia. All around. Searching, stroking. The moaning started deep within her and made her body tremble.

“That feels so good,” were the last cohesive words she could form.

She had to hold still. This was a delicate thing, one wrong squirm and this could end badly. She groaned and dug her talons into the ground, withdrew from Sendia and snaked her head towards closest tree, biting it hard.

Missa broke away from the rest and came up to Ada’s head. She took Sendia’s hand and lead the other woman up to a rock that was right in the middle of Ada’s view. Missa settled back on the rock and pulled Sendia into her lap. One of Missa’s hands found Sendia’s shaft and the other her balls and ass, and Sendia melted back into Missa just as Ada had.

 Ada moaned into the tree trunk in her mouth, making the leaves atop it tremble and sending down a shower of seeds.

It was clear from Missa’s face that she got nearly as much pleasure out of this arrangement as Sendia did.

“Missa,” Sendia said, “Your hands are still s-so slippery f-from princess Ada…”

Missa growled devilishly, a surprisingly aggressive sound from the soft woman. “Ada, how would you like it if I made Sendia come all over your face, all with the slick from your own sex?”

A convulsion of pleasure rippled down Ada’s spine. She would like that very much. All she could do to reply was moan as her eyes rolled back.

Missa accurately interpreted this as a ‘Yes, please’ and diligently set to making Sendia come her little heart out.

Sendia’s moans raised and quickened. The other three pirates at Ada’s vulva found an effective rhythm. Ada’s whole body shook. It felt so good but it wasn’t… it wasn’t going to make her climax. She needed just another little push.

“Missa!” Sendia gasped, “You feel so good up there!” Missa had two fingers in Sendia’s ass. “You know if you do that, you’re gonna make me, you’ll make me—”

Sendia’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes rolled back, and she was the picture of bliss as she burst, her balls convulsing, sending a spray of warm cum over the tip of Ada’s snout.

That was exactly what Ada needed.

Ada tipped over the edge, clawing at the ground and spasming her own load of slick, clear fem-cum all over Pasco, Forte, and Teoda and the ground at her feet.

She ended up in the middle of that puddle, now dwarfed by it, when her breath finally stopped heaving.

But Ada wasn’t done. Head thick with the heady scent of herself, she playfully pounced onto Teoda and brought the woman down into the puddle. Teoda laughed and they wrestled lightly in the puddle, sliding past each other and brushing sensitive places, nipples and inner thighs. Teoda’s reddish-brown hair was cropped short, and she was more muscular than Missa, though still feminine.

Ada eventually ended up on top of the other woman. “What’s your thing?” Ada said. “What do you like?”

Teoda grinned. She looked at Forte. “Thick dicks.” He’d stripped off his slick-soaked trousers to show the endowment that was the subject of Teoda’s affection. Forte was taller and broader than Pasco and a bit lighter, his hair a warm auburn.

“Can I suck on your nipples while he fucks you?” Ada said.

“I’d like that,” Teoda said.

“Can he fuck me too a little bit?” Ada said.

“I’d like that,” Forte said.

Ada started eagerly sucking at Teoda’s tits while Forte lined up. Teoda lay on her back, with her hips up on Forte’s knees, and with all the slick around, Forte quickly figured out that he could pull Teoda up the ramp of his knees and onto his dick, fucking her over himself.

Ada bent over Teoda, sucking at a tit as Teoda slid by, back and forth, which had the effect of tugging her nipple up and down.

“Ooh, that’s a little much—” Teoda said. Ada moved with her more, lessening the tugging. “Ooh yeah… tight there…”

It had barely been a minute before Ada felt Pasco’s hands on her hips, sizing up her sex, which she was waving proud in the air.

“Pasco,” Ada said, “Don’t you dare stand there and not fuck me…”

And then he was inside of her.

And there was nothing else in the world.

He pulled her into a better position and off of Teoda and started fucking her in earnest.

“Hey!” Teoda complained, “Don’t steal my tit-sucker!”

“Sorry, not sorry,” Pasco said. Then, to Ada, “Fuck, you feel good.”

“So do youuuuu,” Ada cooed.

“Ah, too good,” Pasco said, and abruptly slowed. He took a few deep breaths and slid slowly in and out.

Ada shivered and purred.

“Where should I put my seed, love?” Pasco said.

Ada considered, then pulled away and turned around, kneeling in front of him. She took him up into her mouth and he moaned.

“I want a snack,” she said.

“It might be… more like a meal…” he panted. Ada sucked at him greedily, drawing him down into her throat and licking at him with her tongue, the down-scaled version of her earlier trick.

With her hands, she found his balls, his perineum, and teased out moans and gasps from them. Then, finally, she rubbed circles on his rim. He yelped.

“If you do that, you’ll make me— you’ll— fuck, fuck!

Again she squeezed him as she swallowed his cum, the suction teasing his tip and making him spurt harder. Finally he slowed, and she held him a moment before she gently released him and kissed the underside of his shaft.

She sat back on her heels and looked up at him, grinning, licking a dribble of cum from her lip.

He dropped down to his knees and wrapped his arms around her. They watched Forte and Teoda. Teoda was already moaning and spasming.

“Is she orgasming?” Ada said.

“Yeah,” Pasco said, “She has a lot of small ones. Like, dozens. Pretty different from yours, I wager.”

“Heh, yeah.” Ada said. “I think I’d get stuck in some weird half-dragon state if that happened to me.”

Pasco chuckled. “That doesn’t sound so nice. What’s happening here is Forte gets her right to that place and tries to hold them there as long as he can, but…”

Suddenly, Forte started growling. He pounded one, two, three more thrusts, then came to a stop fully hilted in Teoda, quivers running through his hips as he came in her.

“…It’s not easy,” Pasco finished.

Teoda sighed blissily, hugging Forte as he collapsed on top of her, his dick still inside of her.

Missa and Sendia wandered over too, and the party sat in a misty, blissy haze in the puddle Ada had made.

Some minutes later, Pasco said, “We should all go take a bath, huh.”

Cleaning up proved to be just as fun as getting dirty.

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Part 2: On the Road, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 11: Two Things

Ada’s satisfaction was short-lived as she became aware of her own aching desire. She looked back and realized that her wetness had started flowing freely from her, past her scaly outer labia. Her inner labia were swollen with arousal, smooth and black and now visible as they pressed her scales apart, advertising that her dragon sex was open for business. She started to look around, with growing urgency, for an appropriate implement, like a fallen log or a boulder. She wasn’t above humping a tree, or —

There was a surge of pleasure around her sex, so intense that she nearly fell over. Pasco stood under her, stroking around her inner labia as he had her muzzle earlier. He dipped a hand up between them and it came back thick with the clear fluid, and he licked it off his hand like a bear eating honey.

Ada shuddered and flopped over onto her side, exposing her belly to him. He rubbed his hands down the scales of her outer labia, which were incredibly sensitive despite being firm and ridged. This inspired another gush of wetness. Ada settled into fuzzy bliss once again.

This time, she complemented his ministrations with pressure and rubbing from the tops of her back feet, her knuckles rubbing across those sensitive scales.

“What’s your safe word?” he asked.

She thought it not terribly necessary, when she was a dragon and could break him without so much as a second’s warning, but she appreciated it all the same.

“‘Red’ is good for me too,” she moaned. She wondered what he was planning that might need—

Oh. Oh. Oh.

His hands were inside her labia, pressing against her own inner walls. She’d never actually ventured such a thing, always finding it easy enough to come just from stimulating her outer labia or by licking herself. But oh, oh god, he was finding her dragon clit.

The sensation was so much more intense than the diffuse pleasure that her labia provided, immensely pleasurable and yet nearly intolerable. It inspired a different sort of urgency, an abrupt and consuming desperation, and she was soon hissing and writhing and snarling. It took all her focus to keep from kicking him, or lashing with her tail, or doing something else that might have so easily torn open his fragile body.

Ada then realized that the safe word was more for his benefit, whether he had known that or not when he asked. She really could break him in a moment and he might be hard-pressed to distinguish her sounds of pleasure from anger.

She could hardly tell the difference either. This was torture, really wonderful torture. His hands up inside of her. Her so sensitive, him invasive but welcomed, the sensation new and uncertain but she wanted more of it, she wanted it harder.

“That feels so good,” she said. “It’s driving me… crazy… I can’t…”

She looked down to see him elbow-deep inside of, working her clit and her labia, grinning wide.

She whimpered. “I can’t, I’m sorry, I can’t take it, I need—” she tried to roll away but the motion brought the pressure of his hands against her edges and that sensation captured her.

She started to wiggle around him. “I need, I need to come.” She found an angle and started fucking herself against his arms, which was still an agonizingly light sensation, but as she clenched her sex, and with her back feet rubbing outside and around her, and at the sight of him buried in her, it was all just enough, just barely enough, to tip her over the edge.

“I need, I need, I— I’m going, I’m cuuuuaaaaaah!~”

Her own muscles contracted in pleasurable wave, squeezing Pasco’s arms and gushing fem-cum over them, the sensation of heat and lightness and pure pleasure washing over her and the world going bright with sparkling lights, like it did each time she transformed.

As the waves of pleasure finally faded, she found Pasco had fallen over her. Ada realized just how much larger he was than her when she was human. He quickly shifted to avoid crushing her, but she rolled towards him to stay tangled up together.

They lay together and Ada nuzzled up into him as their hearts and breathing slowed. She reached a hand up and smoothed his beard over his cheek, then ran her fingers gently through the coarse hair. He was still damp from burying himself in her folds, and she smiled.

He looked down at her with his morning fog eyes, his kind smile crinkling them shut like the warmth of dawn breaking out over the horizon.

“Hm,” Pasco said. His voice vibrated in his chest beneath her.

“Hm?” Ada said.

“Two things have just occurred to me,” Pasco said.

“What?”

“One, I appear to have kidnapped you more than rescued you.”

“Oh,” Ada said. She hadn’t really thought of it that way. She would have left the tower months prior but… she just didn’t know where to go. “You couldn’t have taken me if I didn’t want to come.”

“Oh, did you want to come? Or did you want to come?”

“Yes,” Ada said breathily. He was as clever as he was handsome, and Ada would have sworn she had known him two years, not two days.

Pasco laughed. It was warm and perfect with her ear to his chest like that.

“I was lonely,” Ada said. “And you were all beautiful. And different. And your horses have scales. And you don’t have to wear shirts. And your culture is sexy.”

Pasco nodded. “All of those things are true. So I suppose that makes you neither our hostage nor our refugee, but our traveling companion.”

Ada’s head was finally starting to return to sane thought. “Well, when… when I was your refugee, did you intend to, um, well, usually those who venture to the tower are princes intending to, earn a marriage right, so is that… what… um…” Ada had been loathe to suffer any talk of marriage for years, and yet suddenly, she was very very interested. 

She had just sprung upon him the secret of the century and he had taken it totally in stride. Actually, he’d taken it totally in the ass. Gods, that had been amazing. Any man that loved it when she ate him out like that was a man that she wanted to keep very close for a very long time. And he was not lacking in ways to please her, either.

“I am a prince, that’s true,” Pasco said.

“You are?” Ada said. She had never seen a prince that seemed, well, this functional. They had all either been insufferably pompous or worryingly frail. Pasco was strong and firm and virile, and kind and clever and gentle. He was as close to Ada’s definition of ‘prince’ as she was to her parents’ definition of ‘princess’.

“Don’t sound so surprised,” he teased.

“I mean, I’m not, just, I thought I knew all of the kingdoms and I don’t know… yours, apparently.” Part of the reason that the western tower had been abandoned was because all of the powers in the West were now accounted for politically. Ada thought she knew of them all, especially from the history books in the tower, but perhaps she had missed one?

“You wouldn’t,” Pasco said.

“Well that seems presumptuous,” Ada said. She was very well read, after all!

“I come from the kingdom of pirates.”

“Oh. Wait, what?”

“You think pirates can’t have organization?”

“No, I just didn’t think… that pirate royalty would come so far inland to fetch some random princess out of a tower.” Pirate royalty? It did make a kind of sense to Ada. She had read that pirates were often employed as privateers by this kingdom or that. Was it really so different if they made their own kingdom on the seas? Except for that their kingdom seemed very different than hers. For one, they were not so shy about breasts. Or sex.

“Not some random princess. A princess guarded by a dragon.” He put his fingertip to her nose.

She scrunched her face at him, sticking out her tongue, even though she loved it. How could they have known each other two days, and yet already feel so familiar? “You said you had dragons where you’re from? Something about that?” Her books had hinted at places that dragons might still be plentiful, but there had only been speculation.

“We do,” he said. “They’ve been nearly all driven from this continent, but there’s plenty on the seas. That’s not even mentioning the places we sail to, unmapped and wild. We’re used to dealing with dragons, but your folk, not so much. Once we’d heard how many of your knights had failed, we were concerned the dragon might not be content with its territory and might start to roam. That could be disastrous. We wanted to nip that in the bud, so to speak, and leverage that respect to get a few more kingdoms to… subscribe to our protection fees. When the dragon didn’t show at the tower, I’d hoped we’d see it on the trip.” He smiled. “I wasn’t disappointed.”

“So you only brought me along as bait?” Ada pouted.

“Not at all,” Pasco said. “We may do things differently on the sea, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know the marriage traditions in this place. It would be unkind to take your dragon and leave you in the tower, when you could live in comfort with us.”

Ada once again found herself very keen to understand Pasco’s intentions. “So you were sort of thinking… a marriage in name only or… something like that…”

Pasco laughed. “A first lesson about pirates — try asking your actual question and you’ll probably like the answer a lot more.”

Ada shifted so that she could see his face, him lying on his back and her lying on his chest. For all her hedging, she knew exactly what she wanted. Could she truly just be straightforward? There was only one way to find out. “Would you be my lover?”

He tucked her hair behind her ear. “Yes, I would like that very much, my little dragon.”

She purred and folded into him. It was all happening so fast, but she had no interest in slowing it down. In that quiet moment, her mind flicked back to the start of the conversation. “What was the other thing?” she said. “You said ‘one’ like there was a ‘two’.”

“Ah,” he said, “Yes. Two. You destroy your clothes when you turn into a dragon, don’t you?”

Ada looked down at herself. She was completely naked. Pasco still had his trowsers around his ankles. 

“Ah,” she said, “Yes, yes I do.”

It was fully dark when they returned to camp, but nobody was asleep. Ada was wearing Pasco’s trousers, and Pasco was completely naked. “Nothing my crew haven’t seen before,” he had said, and that had raised Ada’s eyebrows.

She understood as soon as they came into view of the camp. Everyone was naked.

Forte was fucking Missa, who lay on the ground with Teoda straddling her face, and Sendia had her dick between Teoda’s breasts.

Forte noticed them approach. “Hey, captain!” he said. “Heard you two fuckin’ in th’ woods an’ figgered the ban was up.”

“That’s only fair,” Pasco said.

The four continued their revelry but each had a half eye turned towards Ada, as if a bit wary to see how she was going to react.

Ada’s heart was singing. It was like a full choir was inside of her chest, swelling louder and louder and louder. If she was dreaming, she didn’t care. She would fully commit. She would live this new life with every ounce of her being for as long as it lasted. 

“Fuck yes,” she said, “You all are the best.”

Ada and Pasco settled in to cuddle and watch the rest of the crew finish their orgy. And finish they did. Several times.

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