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Christmas Dinner (Part III)

Continued from Part II


From the hallway Elden called, “And for dessert, we have…”

With a soft creak, Elden wheeled the serving cart into the dining room.

In the center of an oversized silver platter lay Rosie, on her back and utterly naked, trussed up with cotton twine—legs folded and spread, ankles bound together, arms tucked and bound by her sides, breasts tied together so that they shone upwards—like the prettiest Christmas turkey.

She wore a ring gag, her head tipped back on the platter, her brown eyes dilated to a shining black.

A slick sheen surrounded her on the serving tray—none other than the juices from her puffy, glistening cunt. While the guests had been struggling through their last course, Rosie had already been trussed up and marinating in the kitchen.

And now she was hot, wet, and ready, quivering with excitement.

The two men closest to the door—the ones who’d been debating the best way to cut a cigar, and the founding members of the club—stood suddenly. Their chairs went clattering and would have fallen, if not for a wisp of Elden’s magic.

Elden wheeled Rosie to the end of the table, the room silent except for the crackle of the fire and the quickening of breath.

“W-what is the meaning of this?” said one of the men at the end of the table, with a golden pocket square and curled mustache.

“Oh fuck,” moaned the man who’d been surreptitiously stroking himself under the table.

“I’m taking seconds,” breathed the woman seated at the middle of the table.

“Good friends, p-please,” said the man with the golden pocket square. “This is h-highly unprofessional…” His cock strained mightily against the front of his trousers, a wet spot spreading from the tip.

Elden smiled warmly at them, as if he’d brought out nothing more scandalous than a pumpkin pie. “There’s plenty for everyone, I assure you,” he said to the woman in the middle of the table. Then, to everyone, “You know the manners. Take your portion and pass, please.”

The silver tray slid onto the now-empty table, aligning Rosie’s mouth with the bulge of the man with the golden pocket square, and her cunt with the other founder.

He hadn’t said anything since Elden had wheeled Rosie in, and he now stared at her quivering breasts as his hips rocked slowly, rubbing his bulge against the table.

Tension thickened in the air, as ten desperate guests looked towards their de-facto leaders for whether they were allowed to break decorum. The man who’d been stroking himself edged, but brought himself to a quivering halt, not wanting to be the first to ‘break the seal’, so to speak. The woman in the middle of the table was now quite certain that this was a dream and so didn’t see any reason to hold off.

But they all looked to the two trembling men at the end of the table, who seemed frozen in place.

The only one moving was Rosie, who trembled and wriggled with desire to free both cocks. Her pleas turned to moans around the ring gag as another gush of juices joined the puddle in the serving tray. She wanted nothing more than to be spit-roasted like the holiday meal she so closely resembled.

It was for her benefit that Elden let the moment drag on so long. He would not let the Convention claim that he had not rendered adequate punishment. He could leave out the part about her enjoying it.

Finally, Elden said, “Please, honored guests. This is a cherished Christmas tradition of our culture. Your enthusiastic participation would be most honoring.”

“W-when you put it that way,” said the man who had been humping the table as he promptly dropped his trousers and freed his throbbing length. He plunged it into Rosie’s cunt, and they both moaned with the ecstasy of relief.

Still, the man with the gold pocket square hesitated. 

“Now, be very honest,” Elden said to him, magic weaving into his words. “Do you want this?”

“Fuck, yes,” breathed the man.

“Why do you hesitate?”

“It j-just seems so… so… crass.”

“Ah!” said Elden. “But of course. I may as well have asked you to take your own coat off, good sir.” Elden’s slender fingers hovered over the man’s belt buckles. “May I?”

The man nodded with as much dignity as he could muster while his friend pounded into Rosie.

Elden was in no hurry as he carefully undid the man’s belt, slipping it out of the loops and drawing a deep shudder, carefully placing it over the back of the chair and then slowly undoing each trouser button.

The man’s decorum melted with each touch until his throbbing cock rested naked on Elden’s fingers, and the elf guided it into Rosie’s mouth.

“Don’t worry,” Elden said, trailing a finger down Rosie’s breast before giving her nipple a light pinch. “She doesn’t need to breathe much.”

The last few threads of the man’s will snapped as his hips bucked of their own accord, driving his cock deep into Rosie’s hot throat. She gulped and swallowed around him, desperate for his release, heedless of a mortal’s need for oxygen.

And so the two founding members fucked Rosie onto each others’ cocks, moans quickly reaching a fever pitch.

Those anxious for their turns did not have to wait long, as the vice grip of Rosie’s cunt and the greedy pressure of her tongue soon rewarded her. As the co-founder gave one last thrust before he burst, Rosie sucked the other over the edge.

They had barely slumped into their chairs before the next pair of men grabbed the platter and pulled her onto their waiting cocks.

The man who had started stroking under the table had now edged two more times and was openly masturbating, leaning against the table with one hand and pumping with the other. “H-hurry the fuck up,” he growled.

Elden appeared at his shoulder. “Come now,” he crooned. “There’s no rush. Wouldn’t she look lovely basted? You’ll have plenty more to give.”

“Oh fuck, you’re right. I’m s-so… s-so… oh fuck, here it comes!” The man’s whole body stiffened as he erupted across Rosie’s leg, stomach, and breasts—far, far more than should have been possible.

In the doses usually administered, the supernatural effects of the Valentines Day concoction were subtle, but at these doses there was no hiding it, especially as the man hardly slowed his stroking.

“Fuck, I’ve never cum that hard…” The man kept moaning as his slicked hand slid easily over his shaft. “And I think I might… I think I’m gonna cum again… I’m gonna, I’m gonna!” The man’s eyes rolled back as he fucked through his hand and showered Rosie with another equally thick orgasm. This time, his stroking slowed, though his cock still throbbed and dripped.

“H-holy shit, Chuck, where did that come from?” said the woman across from him, who was rubbing her breasts through her shirt, her suit coat already haphazardly slung over the back of her chair, as her own wetness ran down her leg.

“I d-don’t fucking know,” he said, “But fuck it felt good…”

The man at Rosie’s mouth groaned and came down her throat, her chest bobbing with every swallow. 

The woman wasted no time kicking off her trousers and hauling the end of the platter with Rosie’s head towards herself, even though the man at Rosie’s cunt wasn’t done yet. The woman clambered up onto the table, and dropped her sopping cunt onto Rosie’s face, earning a delighted moan from Rosie.

“Fuck!” said the man at her cunt. “T-that’s making her squeeze so tight, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” His legs nearly dropped out from under him as he pumped into Rosie.

The woman riding Rosie’s face smirked. “All these greedy men, and you haven’t cum yet, have you sweetie? Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

Before the man who’d basted Rosie could take his position, the woman buried her fingers into Rosie’s cunt and reached around to find Rosie’s spot.

Rosie screamed with delight, as the man who’d basted her looked up incredulously.

“It’s my turn,” he said to the woman.

She rocked her hips against Rosie’s face. “Is it? You just came. Twice. So I think that means I get both holes now. Unless this little cutie likes it in the ass…” The woman looked back at Rosie.

Rosie nodded emphatically into the woman’s cunt.

“Well there you go.” The woman pulled hard on Rosie’s spot and Rosie moaned, tucking her hips to give easier access to her ass. With her legs so nicely trussed and spread, it was an easy thing.

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” said the man, and he plunged inside.

Rosie’s moans escalated to smothered screams as the woman worked her cunt and the man pounded her ass. Rosie gushed around the woman’s hand, splattering the man’s hips.

“I-is she cumming?” he asked.

The woman chuckled. “Oh, when she cums, you won’t have to ask.”

As if on cue, Rosie’s breathing quickened and then hitched into one long, high scream as she squirted even harder, cunt and ass clenching with the waves of her climax.

“Fuck!” the man said, slamming one last time into Rosie’s ass. He emptied with a few clenches of his ass, even as Rosie kept cumming around him. “I-it’s like she’s m-milking me…”

The woman’s breathing quickened too. “Th-that’s right cutie, fucking milk that ba— ah… Ohhhh fuck!” She trembled through her own pulsing orgasm, and would have fallen off the table if Elden hadn’t been there to catch her and lower her into her chair.

As the next pair of men claimed Rosie’s throat and ass, the following pair were struck with that particular creativity that comes from being overwhelmingly horny, and found angles that let them fuck Rosie’s tits and cunt respectively.

That left only the man and woman who were closest to the fire, and who were now already entirely naked, due to the sweltering heat both within and without. They were both still in their seats, the woman with her fingers buried in her cunt and the man stroking his dripping cock, contemplating what they would do on their turn.

Hardly four thrusts in, the man at Rosie’s throat grunted and stiffened. The one sliding between her tits smirked. “Losing it already?”

“N-no,” he said, pulling out as if to prove it, but his cock throbbed and oozed from the ruined orgasm. Two more strokes with his hand had him erupting all over Rosie’s face. Instead of slumping back, he slid his still-dripping cock down her throat. “Fuck, I need more…”

One by one, the four men fucking Rosie finished (or finished again), moaning and emptying, filling and coating Rosie with another layer of cum.

As the platter slid to the end of the table, directly in front of the final man and woman, they were each hard pressed to part their hands from their throbbing genitals. So they didn’t, and the man buried his face in Rosie’s cunt while the woman cupped a breast for Rosie to suck on.

Meanwhile, the founders found themselves craving another round and stood at the end of the table, soon basting Rosie with their own prodigious contributions.

The sight and sound pushed the last two over the edge, the man bathing the floor and the woman soaking her chair.

Though that was hardly the end of it. True to Elden’s promise, they each had seconds and thirds and fourths or more. The platter filled with jubilant juices, and Rosie was thoroughly glazed with them. As the haze of urgency gave way to merry fucking, the two women took bets on who and how Rosie would cum again, and the men did their best to prove their prowess.

They milked another pulsing, gushing orgasm from her with a cock down her throat, a cock up her ass, fingers in her cunt, and a mouth at each breast. Her muffled screams of ecstasy filled the festive dining room as her juices filled the serving tray to nearly overflowing.

One by one, each guest succumbed to exhaustion, and Elden returned them to their spot at the table to slumber peacefully.

The last one standing—or, more accurately, sitting in his chair, head in his hand, too tired to stand but too horny to stop stroking himself—was the man who’d been first to stroke himself under the table and who had consumed the most of the magicked wine.

Rosie caught her breath, still trussed and juiced on the table, as Elden conjured himself a clean chair so that he could sit next to the last guest.

“And how are you feeling?” Elden asked.

“S-still so fucking horny…” he said. Indeed, his cock was dripping and had been for some time, forming a growing puddle at his feet. He stroked desperately, but his exhausted arm couldn’t provide enough stimulation.

“Put your arm down,” Elden said.

The man obeyed, though his hips bucked reflexively.

“Look into my eyes,” Elden said. “Focus.”

The man did so.

Elden’s eyes gleamed with magic. “Let it all out. Every last drop.”

Heat rushed over the man’s body and he relaxed, even as his cock twitched. His hands stayed limp at his side. “O-okay… yeah… oh yeah… fuck…”

With a quiet sigh of relief, the man’s twitching cock erupted another two orgasm’s worth of cum onto the floor between his feet, working out the last of the aphrodisiac and finally releasing him into peaceful slumber.


Continued in Part IV

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Cutie Cumpire Measures Up

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

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


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

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

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

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

“So we are,” Nora said with a grin.

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

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

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

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

Jasper’s cheeks heated. “Yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nora giggled. “Isn’t it supposed to?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No,” Nora commanded.

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

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

Jasper spurted pre-cum again.

“Stop,” Nora ordered.

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” she hissed. “Cum for me!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Cutie Cumpire Goes to Work


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

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

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

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

Nora: Why? 😈

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

Nora: Deal with it.

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

Nora: No! 😡 don’t waste my cum!

Jasper: Then stop sending me pictures of your ass!

Nora: then stop looking at them 😈

Jasper: You know I can’t…

Nora: 🍑🍑🍑

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

Nora: 😭 fineeee

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

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

He sent her a short video of his throbbing cock.

She texted back immediately.

Nora: No fair!!!

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

Nora: This is different!!!

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

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

Then a new message suddenly scrolled his view down again.

Nora: Is there a window in that bathroom?

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

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

Nora: I’ll be right there.

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

Nora didn’t respond.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jasper: I didn’t yet

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

Jasper: uh… yeah…

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

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

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

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

Jasper: Not helping!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until finally, finally, Jasper shuddered to a stop.

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

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

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

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

“That was so hot,” Nora said.

“Y-yeah,” Jasper said.

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

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

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

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

Jasper: I dunno, I might actually die

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

Jasper: Wouldn’t you miss me?

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

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

He wrote, I love you

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

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

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

Nora: haha, ur such a nerd

Jasper held his breath.

Nora: I love u 😘

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

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


The end 🙂 (for now!)

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

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Cutie Cumpire and the First Date


Jasper wasn’t sure he was going to survive the wait until his Thursday date with Nora. Seeing her in person for the first time would be intense enough, and he’d gone and cranked it up to 11 by suggesting the casual first date activity of hey I heard vampires like cum why don’t you drain my balls.

For better or worse, a project exploded at Jasper’s work and he ended up working late into the night for the first half of the week. He still chatted with Nora throughout the day, but he basically just worked and slept from Tuesday through Thursday.

He guessed correctly that work would run over on Thursday too, so he’d brought a change of clothes and would have to go straight from work to the bar. Fortunately, they were able to get all the tests passing right before Jasper had to leave. He’d be able to sleep in on Friday, at least.

And so as Jasper rode the train to the bar, his stomach doing its best imitation of a pretzel twist, he finally realized a key detail. He hadn’t cum since Monday night. He’d meant to take the edge off so that he could actually focus around Nora and just in case his volume was too much, but it was too late now.

He got off the train and messaged Nora his ETA and his current outfit—plaid sport coat, black jeans. It had been her idea to not see each others’ faces before they met in-person. She’d said something about it being romantic, but he’d respect it if the true reason was that she was having second thoughts.

He was having second thoughts himself. What if he wasn’t at all what she expected when she agreed to the date? Jasper pulled open the door to the bar, immediately spotted that distinctive bat tattoo, and then he had no thoughts at all.

She was a little shorter than he’d expected, wearing a tight black crop top that hugged her breasts and a black and white plaid skirt barely long enough to cover the plump curve of her ass, fishnet stockings and chunky black boots, her black hair up in twin buns.

But it was her face that he couldn’t stop staring at.

Her eyes were blue. Bright sky blue. They glittered as her burgundy lips arced in a smile. “Jasper, is that you?” Her voice was light and sweet, more cheerful and carefree than he would have expected from how desperately she moaned and how vehemently she decried the assholes that made life so hard for vampires.

All he could do was nod.

“C’mon! I got us seats.” She was suddenly right next to him and she smelled like roses and leather and she grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bar.

His brain wasn’t quite working. But if she’d gotten them seats at the bar then she didn’t expect to go to the bathroom yet. That was for the better, he wasn’t sure if he’d be up for it. Breathing was still a difficulty.

He was supposed to be cool, collected. No worries, no problem. But he was losing it. Totally losing it. ‘Sexy’ he had been ready for. But he was utterly unprepared for how cute she was.

Fortunately, she seemed to be an extrovert. “What do you want to drink?”

“O-old fashioned is good.” Those were his first real words to her? His drink order?!

But she didn’t seem bothered. She just nodded, flagged down the bar tender, and ordered the old fashioned plus a gin and tonic.

“So um… how was work?” she asked.

“It was shit,” Jasper said. He normally wouldn’t have been so honest, but his brain was not running on all cylinders.

She giggled, and Jasper had never liked a sound so much. He thought he might have a heart attack.

“Oh no, what happened?”

Jasper felt ridiculously selfish for her to take the lead on the conversation just to ask him about work, but she looked at him so sincerely and attentively that he couldn’t help but tell her. And as he did, he slowly loosened up and accustomed to sharing the same space as her.

The drink helped. He finished his rambling story and could finally form complete thoughts again, so he asked her about her day, including specific clarifying questions to affirm that he was actually listening.

They chatted more easily after that, about corporate bullshit and trampoline parks and reality TV, as they sipped at a second round of drinks.

Nora giggled at something, and as Jasper realized he didn’t know what it was, he blinked back to his senses. He’d zoned out staring at her lips wrapped around her straw as she finished her drink.

“S-sorry!” he said.

She giggled again. “The bathroom is that way, right?” she pointed over her shoulder to the dark hallway behind the bar.

Jasper swallowed. “Yeah.”

“It looks kind of sketchy, come with me?”

“Y-yeah, of course.”

And Jasper, idiot that he was, paused to wait outside the door. Nora giggled again, grabbed his hand, and pulled him inside. She locked the door.

“O-oh, right!” he said.

Nora hesitated. “Only if you still want to…”

“Yes! Yeah, I… yes. Yes, please.” His cock needed little convincing, and was already throbbing.

Nora was suddenly against his chest, her hand against his cock.

Jasper gasped and shuddered.

She rubbed at him, and he hardened quickly under her touch.

“You seemed busy this week,” Nora pouted. “I didn’t get any videos!”

“I haven’t cum since Monday night,” Jasper said, a bit sheepish.

Nora’s blue eyes widened. “Oh, fuck.” And then her smile widened. “Yes, please.” She undid his pants, sending Jasper trembling, and then went to kneel.

“Wait!” Jasper shrugged out of his sport coat and put it on the floor in front of him. “Floor’s gross.”

Nora blinked up at him. “Jasper… did you just put your coat on the ground for me to kneel on?”

He blinked and nodded sheepishly.

“So that I can suck your fucking cock?” she continued.

He winced, but nodded.

Nora smirked. “You’re such a fucking nerd, I love it.” And then she dropped to her knees on his coat and his cock was in her mouth.

He was so sensitive—from the nerves, the intensity of the arousal, his accidental abstinence—and he couldn’t help but moan. Her mouth was hot and wet and her tongue slid gently under his tip to start.

She leaned back for a moment, and Jasper worried that she was going to say something like his dick tasted weird. Did it? He’d taken a shower that morning. Did he taste like soap? Oh god, soap tasted so awful—

Nora licked her lips and hummed. “Oh, before I forget. I don’t really need to breathe, so don’t worry about that. I’ll tap your leg if I need a break for any reason. And feel free to face-fuck me.”

Her words were like a cinderblock on his gas pedal and Jasper’s remaining inhibitions flew aside like scattered traffic cones. As her mouth wrapped around him again, his hips thrust reflexively, plunging him into the tight squeeze of the back of her throat. She moaned approvingly, and the sensation sent quivers of pre-orgasmic heat down his length. Already?!

Jasper took her head in his hands, firmly yet gently, and thrust through her mouth. Nora moaned even more deeply, and Jasper was already dripping. And then she grabbed his ass and pulled him down to the hilt. She shifted her tongue to lick at his balls, and the movement brushed along his entire length.

“I hope you don’t mind fast food because… fuck you’re good at that… I s-swear I usually last longer, just… not when it’s been three days…”

His prostate throbbed, pre-cum flowing steadily from his tip, and both his breathing and his thrusting accelerated. “Fuck, Nora… Cutie… I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

His thrust hard as his pleasure exploded, flowing white-hot down his length and into the back of Nora’s throat, so hard his vision turned to stars.

And then Nora swallowed around him, her tongue and throat squeezing down his length, milking the cum out of him, and he groaned with every pulse. His body was all too happy to oblige her suction, and he set yet another record for cumming harder and longer and more.

When the climax finally faded, Jasper had to catch himself on the rail on the wall. His legs had turned to jelly.

Nora reluctantly pulled off his cock, sucking all the way, sending a sharp shiver down his spine.

As she sat back on her heels, she caught her breath.

“Y-you okay?” Jasper asked.

Nora beamed up at him. She licked her lips. “Satan’s tits, you taste good…”

“I can’t help but feel like I’m dreaming…” Jasper breathed.

“That makes two of us,” Nora said.


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 Goes to the Movies


The lights dimmed throughout the movie theater as the bass rumbled with the first explosion of an action movie trailer. The leather seats creaked and popcorn bins rustled as the handful of patrons settled in for the Tuesday night showing.

Jasper and Nora had an entire row to themselves. A sports car drifted around a corner on-screen, casting a red light across the theatre as Nora leaned over to whisper in Jasper’s ear.

“I’m hungry…”

Jasper stiffened, and he glanced around the row just to make sure it was still empty. “But you just ate!”

“Yeah, but action movies always make me hungry!”

“Why?”

Nora licked her lips and the shell of Jasper’s ear. “All the blood.”

Jasper gulped. He would have loved to be a sweet and doting boyfriend and gone to buy Nora as many overpriced candy bars as she wanted, but that was not an option.

Nora had very extreme dietary restrictions, so she did not eat overpriced candy bars or even regular candy bars, nor did she eat popcorn or any kind of grain, nor meat, nor tofu.

Nora was a vampire. And while the sight or smell of blood always got her ravenous—a detail that Jasper should have remembered when he recommended they go see the new Umpires of the Universe movie—Nora primarily subsisted on semen.

Specifically, Jasper’s semen.

It was an option for all vampires, but few took to it as gleefully as Nora. And Jasper couldn’t really complain, all things considered. Nora was funny and weird and pretty and someone he would have dated regardless.

So much so, in fact, that Jasper still couldn’t quite believe that she wanted to be with him. He’d made the offer many times that she didn’t have to date him to suck him dry. But she’d always just laughed it off. He could almost believe—almost—that she still would have dated him regardless of his own condition.

Jasper had a particularly extreme case of hyperspermia. And although Nora had indeed sucked him dry in the parking lot, although she had massaged his perineum in that way that always made him cum extra hard, although he would have said he was totally spent…

When Nora saw blood, she got hungry.

And when Nora got hungry, Jasper got horny.

And for a reason that Jasper still did not quite understand, the more and harder he came, the more and faster his body replenished. His refractory period was all of two minutes by this point, a fact that Nora happily abused on weekends.

So, just the tip of Nora’s tongue on his ear, just the hint that she was hungry, was enough to send Jasper’s cock throbbing to attention.

And Nora knew it, saw him hardening under his pants, and her soft laugh trailed down his spine.

“We can go to the bathroom,” Jasper whispered.

“No, I don’t want you to miss any of your movie. You’re so excited to see it! Just relax, you’ll hardly notice me.”

Jasper wanted to protest that he was going to be missing the movie either way, that there was not much else he could think about with her mouth around his cock, that this was the only movie theater in town that put real butter on their popcorn and he didn’t want to be banned forever, but she had already ducked down to kneel between his legs, and he was only going to be more conspicuous if he tried to lean down to protest.

And then her hands were on the front of his pants, massaging his throbbing cock through the fabric, and it was all he could do to not moan aloud.

It was not their first time having public sex, but it always made Jasper just as nervous. And the anxiety delayed his climax, which was great for Nora—he came extra hard and extra long—but nerve-wracking for Jasper.

Even if… deep down, maybe he liked how risky it felt.

He certainly loved how her mouth felt around him, and his whole body tensed as she unzipped his pants and enveloped him. This time there was no teasing, no foreplay—just straight to the back of her throat immediately. Nora really was hungry.

It was his own damn fault for bringing her to a bloody action movie. And he really had been excited—no wonder she hadn’t said anything. She’d probably resolved to tough it out, and then actually seeing the blood had been too much.

He could imagine the way her mouth had watered, how her resolve had slowly melted, how her hunger for that blood had so quickly become a hunger for his cock…

Jasper shuddered and exhaled sharply as Nora pulled him down all the way to the hilt. Her long tongue stroked between his balls, which already throbbed heavily.

The last trailer finished, and the theater went dark and silent. Nora chose that moment to bob her head over Jasper’s cock, and he held his breath lest he announce their activities to the entire theater.

Then the Umpires of the Universe theme song blared and Jasper let his ragged breath saw in and out of his chest. God, what if someone thought he was having an anxiety attack and came over to try and help him? Then he’d really panic.

But with Nora’s mouth around his cock, Jasper couldn’t maintain a train of thought longer than about two cars, and his concerns melted in the heat of her tongue behind his balls again.

Another thing about vampires.

They didn’t really need to breathe.

Jasper’s hips bucked reflexively, and the plastic leather creaked under him. Shit! He needed to hold it together.

Nora knew how to read the cue and picked up the pace. A hot, dizzy arousal overwhelmed Jasper, and the movie became nothing more than a series of flashing, blurred lights as his awareness narrowed in on the heat of her tongue working around him.

Nora sucked and stroked and bobbed in all the ways she knew Jasper liked, and his arousal built quickly. His balls ached and his prostate throbbed, every nerve awake and shouting ‘FUCK YES’ as if it had been three months since his last release, not thirty minutes.

His muscles tensed with pre-orgasmic pleasure, and the heat of his pre-cum oozed down his length. As soon as Nora tasted it, she swallowed around him. The squeeze was so rhythmic and tight that Jasper was convinced that vampires were more perfectly adapted for cum sucking than most of them wanted to admit.

And fuck, was Nora effective.

Jasper panted as quietly as he could. He couldn’t hold his breath anymore, couldn’t hold back, prayed that the loud music wouldn’t fade at an inopportune time. That familiar heat coalesced in his base, curled in and condensed like a dying star, and then went absolutely super-nova.

The thing about hyperspermia was that he while his individual bursts were certainly above average, the real volume came from the fact that he just kept cumming.

He had plenty of time to appreciate how each surge felt inside of his cock, running from base to tip—how each convulsion squeezed not only his balls but also his prostate and the surrounding glands—how Nora swallowed around him, so greedy for everything he had to give—the suction and squeeze on his cock, practically sucking the cum out of him—how he would feel to her, his hot seed pouring down the back of her throat—that they were here in a movie theater, so close to being caught, the thrill of it making his heart pound even faster. Every time Nora sucked him off like this, it was a 4D high-def surround-sound clIMAX.

And he especially loved the long trail at the end, when both he and Nora awed, every time, that somehow he was still cumming. He wanted to measure it sometime to see just what kind of volume he was up to, but Nora was never not hungry for him and he couldn’t deny her. Needless to say, it was a lot.

He’d had a few close calls where the arousal had nearly overcome him before Nora could get to him, but she’d always arrived just in the nick of time. Being able to get somewhere as the crow flies—or more accurately, as the bat flies—was great for beating traffic. It was also ideal for dropping through the window in the bathroom at Jasper’s work. Nora didn’t make a big deal of it and she gave him his space when he needed it, but she was never very far away. Jasper didn’t mind—he liked all the time they spent together. And the six to twelve orgasms a day weren’t bad either.

Nora gave him one last affectionate slurp and then tucked him back into his pants.

Jasper returned to his senses as Nora returned to her seat.

His balls were light, his arousal sated—though by the end of the movie, he’d be aching again.

And it was a good thing too, because as the next fight scene sent arcs of blood across the screen, Jasper knew that Nora would be ravenous.


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Part 6: Denoument, The Alchemist's Illusions

Chapter 54: Epilogue

Linza continued studying under the madame. At her day job, she was expected to put in her time just like everybody else until she worked her way up to a halfway decent salary. But at the estate, her talents were acknowledged. Leveraged. Useful. Appreciated.

The madame offered her a job working full time on administration, which did not preclude her from her night job either.

She’d discussed it only briefly with Tanyth, but they’d so immediately tried to beg and convince her to take the offer that she’d had to dismiss their advice as overly biased.

She’d talked it over at length with Grun. She told Grun what she liked and didn’t like about her day job. He helped her uncover everything that was irrational about her resistance to this potential change.

Would she be wasting her degree? Not if she’d be making more money (which, she would be, especially with how successful the sex toy enterprise was becoming).

Would this job be less stable, would it vanish out from under her? Not likely, but if it did, she’d manage.

Would she ever be employable as an alchemist again if her primary work history was estate administration?

Grun’s answer to that had been her favorite of all.

“If you want to be an alchemist that badly, you’ll just found your own lab.”

“How in the world would I do that?” Linza said.

“How in the world could you not? Linza if there is one thing that I know about you, it is that when you figure out what you do want, not a thing on this earth can stop you.”

So, she accepted the job.

She quit the lab.

She cried in the doorway of her little apartment, now empty after Grun had helped her move everything to her new quarters at the estate. She wasn’t quite sure why she was crying, but she let herself do it anyway. Grun put an arm around her shoulder and didn’t rush her.

She eventually found words. “I’m glad for what’s next but… I’ll miss it.”

“Isn’t that how it always is, a new chapter?” Grun had said.

Linza remembered how many chapters Grun himself had started, and she found his hand with hers. “I’d like to visit your father, sometime. See the library, and everything.”

He smiled. “I’d like that too.”

And then he had picked her up and carried her down to the empty floor and fucked her there. They wrapped each other tight, their moans echoing around them like ghosts of all their pleasures past, bidding them fortune and farewell.

 One last fond memory as the final page turned and the new chapter began.

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Chapter 50: Spit Roast

Linza learned another thing that week—writing a bit of smut to share with Grun and Tanyth was a great way to pitch them on an activity that they could do together. 

Their shifts concluded for the evening, the three lovers were in one of the estate’s rooms purpose-built for explicit experiences.

The walls were lined with racks and cubbies full of dildos, jars, blindfolds, skeins of rope, and so on. Crops hung in a neat line against the wall, flanked by coiled bull whips.

The ‘bed’ at the center of the room was more of a frame with padded segments, articulated and set with a variety of bolts and screws so that it could be arranged to support nearly any posture. 

Tanyth had suggested this room based on Linza’s premise, and she could now see why. It had all the tools and accessories to enable the conversion of fantasy to experience, not unlike Linza’s illusions.

Tanyth adjusted the bed with practiced ease. Linza caught herself wondering how long they’d worked this experience, and in what way. She’d have to ask them later. 

And Linza was a little nervous, though not unpleasantly. Her proposal put her quite literally as the center of attention, though neither Grun nor Tanyth seemed to mind in the slightest.

It was with little ceremony that Tanyth summoned her over to the bed to ensure that they had adjusted the proportions correctly. She lay over it on her stomach, her chest and hips supported, her knees bent under her as if she might have stood on them, and her arms able to either fall to rest below her or to prop up even with her head.

Tanyth made a few adjustments. As they did, Linza wondered how she might usher the scenario from the practical into the erotic once the adjustments were ready.

She need not have worried, because Grun was particularly good at ushering any scenario, no matter how practical, into the explicitly erotic.

He moaned behind her, and she turned to see his trousers already discarded and him already stroking himself.

She liked that he found her so compellingly arousing, even without any effort on her part, other than being naked. Her own want became warmer.

“Gods, I love your ass up like that,” Grun said. He stared reverently at her.

Tanyth clicked the last bolt into place. “How’s that?”

“Seems good,” Linza said.

“It’s best to start into things slowly to make sure the angle is appropriate,” they continued.

Linza turned to look pointedly at Grun.

He pouted. “Slowly?!

“Yes.”

His pout turned to a grin, first wry and then wicked. “Alright. Alright, I can start slow.”

Linza bit her lip, already imagining what he might have in mind.

His first step was to fetch a jar of lubricant from the shelf and dip his hand inside.

His other hand cupped the curve of her ass, groped appreciatively, and then his slippery fingertips found her vulva.

She gasped, surprised at how quickly her analytical mood could dissolve into pleasure, especially with supplemental lubricant. She’d had to explain to Grun that just because she wasn’t already wet didn’t mean she wasn’t excited, and after a bit of stubbornness wherein he ensured she wasn’t just trying to placate him, he’d taken to slathering her with lube at any opportunity.

This was another element that added to the fantasy—she could imagine it had all come from her desperate arousal, and yet she could simultaneously appreciate his thoughtfulness.

His fingertips slid easily over her, the viscous fluid dripping from his fingers to the floor. She did her best to simply enjoy the sensation, but the teasing spun her into wanting, and she wiggled on the bed.

“Still comfy?” Grun asked.

“Put something inside of meeee…” she whined.

He obliged, slipping a finger inside. 

She gasped, gripping the padding under her fingertips.

He teased her, and as she wiggled again, he slipped another finger inside.

Together, they were the girth of an average human shaft, and he fucked her accordingly.

Tanyth observed her movement over the padding and adjusted a few of the angles of the panels so that she didn’t have to hold herself in place with as much effort. As Tanyth instructed Grun’s pace and angle so that they could fine-tune the panels, Linza felt less and less like the creator of the scenario and more and more like the subject. She lustily accepted Grun and Tanyth’s attentions.

Once Tanyth was satisfied with the adjustments, they went over to the cubbies and returned with a glass orb. It was clear and hollow, and within it was a series of rings and a spherical weight set off-center—a gyroscope. Tanyth wound it through the air in a practiced motion, aligning all the rings to spin.

As they did, the orb kicked back, resisting their movements and pulling with its own internal momentum. Once wound like this, if then contained, it would vibrate intensely, the circular weight inside ever spinning in its orbit.

It had been crafted with a bit of clever alchemy so that it had no internal friction and it would quiver with that energy for a half an hour or more.

Grun took note. “Does it vibrate harder if you wind it up more?”

Tanyth nodded.

“Teach me how?”

Tanyth grinned, then obliged.

Linza gasped and pouted as Grun’s hands left her, and leaving her with an eager dread for what Grun was about to do with the little mechanism.

It took him a few tries to get the hang of the movements, but once he did, he easily had it spinning as hard as it had in Tanyth’s hands, and then some.

When Tanyth wound the gyroscope, it was obvious how its momentum pushed back against them.

When Grun wound it, it was as if it absorbed all of his own immovable strength. He brought his hand to a firm stop, and the device vibrated violently in his palm.

Linza gulped.

Grun kneeled by her head. “You look a little apprehensive. I can slow it down, if you want.”

Linza shook her head. “L-let me try it, first.”

Tanyth showed Grun that there was a padded compartment with an open top within the bed for just such a purpose. Linza lifted her hips up out of the way and Grun closed the orb in even as it tried to leap out of his fingers.

The entire bed rumbled with the energy of the orb, even muffled as it was. If Linza lowered her hips back down, it would be right at the front of her mound, and depending on how she rocked her hips, she could press her clitoris or labia against it.

Slowly she lowered herself, Grun and Tanyth just as eager as she was to see the effect.

As she touched against it, a quiver of intense pleasure spread throughout her whole body, turning her muscles slack and pulling her whole weight down on top of it. “Holyyyyyyy shit… nnnnnngh…”

Grun perked. “That’s a happy noise?”

“It’s a happy noise,” Linza managed.

Then Grun’s fingertips were back at her labia, and Linza gasped. Then he was inside of her and she moaned. He fucked her with his fingers. Her breathing quickened.

Tanyth stepped in front of her and Linza greedily reached out for their hips, pulling them towards her.

Their shaft had softened as they’d focused. Her hungry tongue quickly had them gasping and lengthening.

“O-okay,” they said. “E-everything should be… good to go…”

And so the scenario that Linza had pitched to them began.

She adjusted to the intense sensation and so more deliberately worked at Tanyth’s shaft, cupping their balls with her hand. She could envelop most of their length with her mouth, and she wrapped her other hand around their base.

Then Grun withdrew his fingers from her. There was the sound of the jar of lube, Grun’s happy moan, a smacking sound.

Linza’s body twitched with anticipation.

“Greedy, aren’t you?” Grun said.

Linza moaned affirmation into Tanyth’s shaft.

“You just love this big, thick orc cock, don’t you? Can’t get enough?”

She trembled, wanting him inside of her so badly, hating and loving the way he teased her.

He grabbed her ass in his hands, his slick fingers sliding easily over her.

She arched her back at him, shook her hips to spur him on, knowing it would make her ass jiggle and the heat of his desire would melt his resolve to tease her.

As she’d hoped, he growled and pressed his tip into her.

Her moan became a scream of delight, still muffled by Tanyth’s shaft in her mouth.

Tanyth shuddered, gasping, overwhelmed by the combined sight and stimulation.

Slowly, Grun pressed his entire length into her. The stretch was delicious, the fullness intoxicating, the combination with the vibrations intensely pleasurable.

Grun withdrew and pressed in again with another long stroke, though he shuddered and fought to keep control. “F-fuck I can feel that buzzing through you… Ngh, feels so fucking good…” Grun controlled his pace for only a few more strokes before he was fucking her hard.

Thanks to Tanyth’s careful calibration, the angle was perfect. Not only did Grun’s girth fill her, but the swell of his shaft pressed exactly on her spot of especial pleasure. Between that, the vibrating orb, and Tanyth’s length in her mouth, Linza had never had so many of her favorite sensations triggered at once.

Each was a catalyst to her pleasure, exponentially enhancing the others.

As Grun fucked her, the motion transferred through her body and, in effect, fucked Tanyth as well. Tanyth steadied themselves against the bed, holding themselves as still as they could as Linza moved over them.

“F-fuck, Linza, you feel so good…”

All she could do was moan and pant as she was spit-roasted just as enthusiastically as she’d imagined. Her last conscious thought was that this was a perfect example of how nothing heightened her pleasure more than giving pleasure as she received it.

And then her thoughts melted away in hot intensity of sensation.

She felt like a super-heated pot of water. When pure water was put to heat in a too-clean pot, the little bubbles of steam had nowhere to go. Instead of boiling, the energy remained distributed throughout the water, the whole basin on the cusp of steam.

A sudden movement or a grain of salt would be enough to finally start the vaporization and the entire pot would erupt into a furious boil.

Linza felt like that, all her senses over-heated. The smallest grain of an orgasmic sensation would send her erupting, but she couldn’t find it. Her molecules rattled against each other. There was only the ever growing heat that blanked the mind and shook the bones. The edges of her body melted, there was just moaning and panting, heartbeats shared, heat and blood flowing between them.

She couldn’t stand it any longer.

She wanted it to never stop.

Tanyth’s body tensed, their breathing caught.

Grun, having been waiting for them, having been watching their face and attuning with their pleasure, quickened his pace. 

Linza’s mouth moved over them faster, and Tanyth tipped over the edge with a deep moan. Their shaft pulsed under Linza’s fingers, covering Linza’s tongue with their hot sweetness.

Grun growled and pushed all the way into her, and she reflexively squeezed him as he throbbed, gasping and shaking over her with his own climax.

Tanyth withdrew, dizzily flitting down to a stool on that side of the room.

Grun stayed, though he was still now, pleasure extended by the vibrations of the orb and Linza’s tight heat around him.

As the sensations faded somewhat, Linza’s awareness returned, but her desire was no less intense.

She rocked her hips, grinding against the orb and squeezing against Grun’s girth for sensation. It was working. It felt so good, and yet she felt so overstimulated, so desperate for some relief of the tension ringing in her body.

Grun thrust into her again.

She gasped, the feeling pleasurable, but it would distract her from her goal.

“S-stay still if you can.”

“Alright.” Grun obliged.

Linza rocked her hips again, the vibrations of the orb building heat and the contractions of her muscles catching it. She grasped at them desperately.

At the sensation of her squeezing around him, Grun moaned and trembled, struggling to stay still.

The sound, the feeling, the knowing, fanned her flame. She was so close. The climax eluded her, as if the intensity of her previous sensation had set the peak higher than ever before. She reached again, and again, her fingers stretching towards the precious light…

And then she found it. All the pent-up heat turned into a violent explosion, venting through a visceral scream. Her eyes flashed open, her body shocked by the depth of pleasure, the intensity of sensation.

Each wave was as strong as her usual peak, and as her mind tumbled like a stone within underneath rapids.

And as the sensation eased it did not cast her upon a shore of stillness, but rather continued flowing down a river, each bend another delight, an ever-flowing vitality.

Grun withdrew, legs shaking as he sat down against the far wall.

Linza stayed where she was, perfectly cradled by the armature bed, the current of the vibrations still carrying her through lengths of sensual pleasure she had not even considered to imagine.

When she finally stirred, the orb was still, and it was late into the night. Before she could rise, Grun pushed to his feet, lifting her off of the bed and into his warm arms. She tucked against his chest and he returned to his spot, leaning against the wall and soon asleep again.

She snuggled into Grun, lulled by Tanyth’s soft snoring, totally content.

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Part 6: Denoument, The Alchemist's Illusions

Chapter 48: Enveloped

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

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

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

His eyes fluttered.

She gasped. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“I know,” he said with a smug grin.

She squeezed him.

It was his turn to gasp, his composure faltering. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s how I feel.”

“Really?”

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

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

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

He gasped. “Y-yes, please…”

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

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

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

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

“There’s m-more?”

“Oh yes. There’s so much more.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Slowly, at first. Only barely. 

“Oh fuck, Linza…”

Then a bit faster, still teasing. 

“H-holy shit…”

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

“Fuck! Lin, I—”

She stopped all her movements, grinning smugly. 

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

“I-I’m so close…”

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

A phantom hand cupped his chin, and he moaned. 

His shaft throbbed inside of her and hers in him. 

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

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

“So you’re tormenting me?”

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

He tried to put on a withering glare. 

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

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

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

Grun nodded dutifully. “Can I help?”

“In a hurry?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So, she did.

She started slowly again, teasing. 

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

“Not for a bit.”

“Please! I can’t take it…”

She thrust in harder, and he moaned.

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

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

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

“Yes! Fuck, yes, exactly like that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She could get very used to this.

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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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