The man gave no answers to Ylva’s continued protests.

The temperature dropped rapidly, becoming a chill so sharp it dragged icy claws across Ylva’s skin. She pounded her fists against the Krampus’s back, all she could manage from inside the rough sack.

“Hey! Where are you taking me?! This isn’t funny anymore!”

“Why, I thought you of all people would remember the legend.”

“What?”

“I’m dragging you to Hel, you naughty little wolf.”

A different kind of chill ran down Ylva’s spine. She clutched the rosemary that still hung at her breast. For a moment, she believed him. How else would he know her name? Ylva meant wolf—chosen for her even before her name day because she’d bite any finger in reach.

But then, the far more plausible explanation occurred to her.

“My mother put you up to this, didn’t she? Whatever she offered you, I promise I can make it worth your while to put. Me. Down!”

Ylva gave one last might struggle—to absolutely no avail.

Krampus chuckled. “That’s one way to stay warm. Don’t worry, we’re almost there.”

Snow crunched, and another bird called, but not one that Ylva had ever heard before—and she’d gone on countless treks out into the wilds around the village, before her mother had banned her.

Something was very wrong. Ylva quieted to listen.

Krampus paused, wood creaked, and then warmth air surrounded Ylva. The burlap sack shifted, and the ground rose to meet Ylva’s knees as a beam of heat washed across her back.

She fought with the sack, clawing at the opening until the burlap fell around her and her senses struggled to take it all in.

She was in a cabin, similar to the ones in her village, but somehow utterly foreign. The walls were made of wood, but with a silvery color and a strange swirling grain that Ylva had never seen before. The floor was layered with fur rugs of creatures larger than any bear, and blankets woven with runes draped over wood-and-leather furniture. A fireplace crackled behind Ylva, the source of the bone-warming heat.

The cabin smelled like dry herbs, firewood—and musk, vanilla, and pine.

“Better?” Asked Krampus, half-chuckling, from where he sat in a chair by the fire.

As soon as Ylva saw him in the light, she knew. There were no clothes under his furs, no other face under that goat-like one. The horizontal pupils of his eyes were not paint—they contracted as he looked towards the fire. His double-jointed legs ended with hooves, the source of his supernatural grace and speed.

He was exactly as Auntie Helda had described—dreadful and beautiful. His fur was dark like pine bark, his horns and snout and beard like a mountain goat’s, his eyes as watchful and predatory as a wolf’s. The long tufted tail that flicked at an itch on the back of his calf was like a bull’s.

“You’re real,” Ylva murmured.

“Of course I’m real,” Krampus—the real Krampus—replied. “What else would I be?”

“You’re not a man. You’re a… a monster.”

“Is that so? I thought monsters were supposed to be terrifying? You don’t seem very terrified.”

Ylva’s eyes darted around, clocking her potential escape routes. But she’d felt that bitter cold and knew that even with her coat, she wouldn’t last long in that kind of chill. Besides, how was a mortal supposed to get from Hel back to their own realm?

Ylva returned her eyes to Krampus’s face, searching for some clue as to his intentions.

He leaned down and held a clawed, fur-backed hand to her. “You don’t have to sit on the floor,” he said.

She carefully took the hand, and he pulled her to her feet.

“Tch. Your hand is like ice,” he said.

“Yes,” Ylva said, with the patience of explaining to a toddler. “It is very cold outside.”

“Apparently.”

Ylva almost thought she saw remorse on his face, but he didn’t say anything. She stood there for a moment, searching his eyes, then turned and sat across from him, pulling a blanket over her lap. It was a deep navy, embellished with constellations in the shape of runes.

“Do you like that?” Krampus asked. “I knit it myself.”

Ylva’s eyes darted to the rest of the blankets, and sure enough, there was a basket with skeins of yarn and knitting needles sticking out of the top.

Something leaped out from beyond the basket, and Ylva yelped—

But it was only a tabby cat—albeit one with eight legs and two tails.

“Oh, don’t mind Magni. He’s only a terror to the mice around here.”

Magni sauntered over, eight legs working in mesmerizing unison, sniffed at Ylva’s feet, then leaped into her lap and started purring.

She pet him gingerly, worried he might do worse than nip at her if he was displeased.

“So this is Hel,” Ylva said.

Krampus nodded. “Part of it, anyway. My vacation home. I’ve got a whole castle, too. It’s very grand.”

“Oh, I’m sure. Is that where you keep the other naughty women you’ve kidnapped?”

“Why? Are you the jealous type?”

“Maybe.”

“Good. I like being fought over.”

A new kind of thrill fluttered around Ylva’s rib cage.

“Who said I even wanted you that badly?” she snapped.

Krampus wrapped a long tongue around the clawed fingers that had worked Ylva’s cunt so thoroughly.

Ylva couldn’t tear her eyes away, not even to make a point.

Krampus shrugged as he lowered his hand. “I quite remember you begging me to fuck you, that’s all.”

“And you didn’t,” Ylva said. “Not really.”

“You seemed satisfied anyway,” Krampus said.

“Hmph. So now what?”

“First, we make sure you don’t freeze to death—which can still happen in Hel, by the way. And then we resume your punishment. After all, you’ve been very naughty.”

Ylva gripped the blanket tightly as her cunt throbbed.

Krampus insisted that Ylva drink not one but two mugs of a sweet spiced drink he called ‘hot cocoa’ before he was sure that she was no longer going to die of hypothermia. The cocoa was a bit like mulled wine, but with an earthier taste and none of the sourness of alcohol. She could get used to Hel.

“Now, there’s something you should know,” Krampus said. “If you beg me to fuck you again… I will. Eventually. But you should know—once I do, you won’t be able to return to the mortal realm. Or, more accurately, you won’t want to.”

Ylva snorted. “Confident, aren’t we?”

“I have a perfect record so far,” Krampus purred.

Ylva narrowed her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. “What is that, like three women?”

“Oh, hundreds. Thousands, over the years. And just as many men, too.”

That made Ylva want to turn and sprint out the front door—not out of any sense of fear, but just to wipe the smirk off of Krampus’s caprine snout.

“I’ve never met a man that could satisfy me,” Ylva said.

“I’ve never met a creature I couldn’t satisfy,” Krampus countered.

“Well, let’s just see about that.” Ylva set down her mug.

Krampus peered over to confirm that it was indeed empty, then un-crossed his legs. “But first, you need to be punished,” he said, patting his thigh.

Ylva crossed her arms. “Or what?”

“There’s no ‘or what’. Disobedience simply isn’t an option.”

“Why don’t you—”

Krampus stood and was upon Ylva before she could even get her feet on the floor. He hoisted her by her under-arms and then spread her across his lap, one hand on the back of her neck, the other gripping her hip.

Ylva wriggled, her heartbeat rising along with the throbbing in her cunt, and strange sparks of pleasure tingled in her core as Krampus easily held her in place. She pounded her fists against the sides of his leg, finding iron-hard muscles under the fur.

In one deft motion, he caught both of her wrists in his hand, holding her arms out ahead of her so that she couldn’t get leverage to push up off of his lap.

Ylva panted, letting her strength build again and thinking through what she could do next—

And then his hand collided with her ass.

Ylva gasped, and the shock reverberated up her spine. Just when she could breathe again, his hand slammed into her other cheek, arching her back again and then evening out the stinging heat.

The strange tingling crept up her neck. Maybe if she—

His next slap was so hard that her feet lifted off the ground as her body curled, trembling and tensing for the next strike, which quickly followed.

Ylva half-sobbed and all she could think was that it hurt so good. The tingling reached up around her ears and then pulled her head down, down. She was sinking and floating at the same time, and the muscles of her arms went slack, no longer pulling at Krampus. He let her arms settle against his leg, but kept her wrists circled in his hand.

“Naughty girls get punished,” he crooned. “Do you understand?”

If these were the consequences, she was hardly going to change her behavior—she knew that much. As his hand lifted, she braced for the next impact, but it didn’t come. Her body quivered needily.

Krampus leaned down so that the soft fur of his snout brushed against her ear. “I said… naughty girls get punished… do you understand?”

And then she did. If she kept up her behavior, she could expect—nay, count on—this delightful consequence. He’d never intended for her to behave. Ylva wriggled eagerly, then nodded.

“Good,” Krampus said. “I wouldn’t want you to get the wrong idea.”

She listened for him to say more, so the next slap surprised her, and Ylva’s breath heaved, every exhale a moan.

Krampus’s cock pressed into her stomach again, and Ylva would have reached around to stroke it, if he wasn’t still holding her wrists—and if she wasn’t so dizzy. A series of lighter slaps let her float in the strange place and enjoy it. Then, just when the string became too much, Krampus gave her one last slap and then cupped her ass gingerly.

“This leaves such a nice mark on you,” he purred.

Ylva squirmed with pleasure at the thought of scratches from the birch interwoven with Krampus’s hand-prints.

“See,” she said, “I got through my punishment without begging you to fuck me.”

Krampus laughed a cruel, long laugh. “Oh, my naughty little wolf… your punishment is just beginning.”

His fingers plunged into her cunt without warning, sending her whole body shaking. He quickly found her spot and pressed hard, and Ylva had no idea how something that felt so good could be so unbearable.

She tried to pull her hands out of his wrist, or to wriggle off his lap, but every sharp press of his fingers made her spine weak.

Ylva gulped like a fish out of water, flopping uselessly in his lap as he drove her mad with that unbearable pleasure.

Time unraveled, and finally she whimpered, “Please…”

“Please what?” Krampus said. “You’ll need to be more specific.”

He pressed hard and Ylva’s back arched, breath hissing out of her before she could form another word.

She just needed his cock, any cock inside of her. She just needed him to fuck—

No. No, she wasn’t going to beg him to fuck her. She had a point to make.

“Just ‘please’?” He teased. “Oh, you must mean that you want to please me? What an excellent suggestion.”

Krampus shoved Ylva’s hips off of his knees and she thudded into the thick carpet at his feet—or, hooves, really.

He pulled her hands towards his stomach, so that she kneeled before him, eye-level with his cock—and she couldn’t help but marvel.

The throbbing length was burgundy in color, almost human in shape but subtly different in the curves, especially the rounder glans and swell of the center of the shaft. As thick as her wrist, it would stretch her in the most delightful way…

No. She didn’t need it, didn’t want it.

Krampus tugged at her wrists, pulling her towards his cock.

Ylva grimaced.

“We can go back to your punishment, if you’d prefer,” Krampus said.

She couldn’t take even a single spank or a solitary second more of teasing, so Ylva brought her tongue up the length of his shaft and closed around the tip.

“That’s what I thought,” Krampus said.

Ylva wanted to wipe that smug look off of his face, but she scrapped all the ideas that would have brought her back over his lap.

The only option that remained—and a thought that made heat quiver up from her cunt—was to so overwhelm him with pleasure that he forgot to be smug.

Ylva moaned and took Krampus’s cock as deep into her throat as she could, then swirled her tongue under his tip and bobbed her head.

Krampus hummed approvingly.

Ylva took him deep again, then again, until her eyes watered and her drool ran down his cock and into his fur.

“My my, aren’t you enthusiastic? Maybe your punishment is finally working.”

Ylva nearly bit his cock, but she steadied herself. Sending him over the edge like this was still her best shot at winning.

“I suppose I could lend you a hand,” he said, releasing one of Ylva’s wrists.

Her first thought was to plunge it into her own cunt, but as soon as it dropped beneath his balls, Krampus said, “Ah-ah. You know what that hand is for.”

Ylva harrumphed around his cock, then wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, pumping in time with her mouth.

“That’s a good girl,” he crooned.

The words should have lit a fire in her, but instead they settled around her shoulders like a heavy, soothing blanket. The genuine desire to just bring him pleasure overwhelmed her. Her eyes drifted shut, and she lost herself in the rhythm.

Krampus hummed approvingly and stroked her hair.

Just when her jaw was almost too sore to continue, he cupped her cheek.

“Now,” he said. “Aren’t you getting a bit warm?”

Now that he mentioned it, she realized that her tunic and skirt were soaked with sweat under her coat. She was still in the fireplace’s beam, and Krampus’s teasing had her burning from within.

“Let’s get you out of these wet things.”

Krampus cupped his hand under the wrist that he’d been holding and helped Ylva to her feet. She was so dizzy and light with pleasure that it took all her focus just to stand.

Gently, Krampus lifted her coat off her shoulders, brushing his claws down her arms.

She stood, still in a sort of trance, as he unbuttoned her tunic and her skirt and peeled the wet fabric away, revealing first her bare breasts and then her hips, until she was totally naked.

Normally, she could hardly get half a breast out before whatever boy she was with bent her over—and she wasn’t complaining. She enjoyed that urgency.

But this was… something else entirely. Krampus really took her in, watching the firelight glimmer on her skin.

She watched the flames dance in his amber eyes, around those strange horizontal pupils.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. One of his clawed fingers hooked under her chin and angled it upwards. “Absolutely beautiful.”

His other hand trailed down her shoulder and cupped her breast, thumb brushing over her sensitive nipple and drawing a gasp.

The sound seemed to draw his attention, and the hand at her chin clamped around her jaw, lightly pressuring her throat.

“You humans,” he breathed. “So fragile… so lovely…”

One of his claws hooked into the cotton cord around her neck, snapping it. He lifted the little spring of rosemary. “Was this supposed to protect you from me?” He chuckled.

“Or just to smell nice,” Ylva murmured.

His nostrils flared. “You smell delicious.”

He leaned down until the tip of his snout, soft as kid leather, brushed against her nose. Her eyes fluttered shut, and he kissed her, and she kissed him back. Every little brush of skin against skin was some new and wonderful thing, and her fingers burrowed into his fur as his dug into her flesh.

Every touch, every taste left her wanting more, more, more, and she grasped and moaned and pulled. Eventually she leaned back to catch her breath and Krampus’s nostrils flared as he snorted a hot breath across her face, his long tongue catching against her collarbone and trailing up her neck, her cheek.

She moaned and shuddered, cunt throbbing, wetness from her prior punishments running down her inner thigh.

Her fingers grasped the fur of his chest.

“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Please.”

“That doesn’t sound like begging,” he growled, claws digging into her ass.

“Please,” she breathed. “Please, please!”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll faint! Please!”

“Why?”

“Because I want it…” She tugged at his fur.

“Want it?” He hissed in her ear, sending icy claws down her spine.

“Need it!” She whimpered. “Please, pleaseplease…”

“What a needy, naughty little thing,” he growled, grabbing her by the hips and spinning her, pushing her over the back of the nearby leather couch. The top was well-padded, and her toes just barely touched the ground.

Ylva wriggled, and Krampus’s hands clamped around each of her ass cheeks, claws digging in and making her back arch.

“Please, please I need it, I—”

And then he was inside of her, and every fiber of her being sang yes.

And there was more of him, and even more, and the stretch fulfilled her in a way that she had never known possible, pressing hard against her spot even though he wasn’t moving.

She clenched reflexively around him, her toes curling as her pleasure redoubled.

Krampus groaned lowly. “Fuck, you feel good. So nice and tight for me… I can tell you practice.”

“Please,” Ylva whimpered. “Fuck me, please.”

Krampus growled and his hips bucked forward, not entirely under control. But Ylva was too lost in her own bliss to feel smug—he was all the way inside of her, and it was everything.

Each of his thrusts pounded into her spot, and she transcended to a whole other level of incomprehensible pleasure. Every stroke was as sweet as a climax and her every breath was a needy moan.

Krampus held her around the waist, pulling her hard into the bottom of each stroke. She desperately wanted to cum and yet didn’t want it to ever end.

Her wetness ran down between her thighs, mingling with her sweat and pooling between her toes.

Krampus’s breathing accelerated and Ylva’s heartbeat rose with it.

He stroked faster, harder, and every stroke radiated heat through Ylva’s core. The dizzy buzz hit her as hard as mulled wine on an empty stomach, and Ylva floated on heat and pleasure.

“Yes,” she breathed, “Harder, please!”

Krampus obliged, though whether for his pleasure or hers, she didn’t know and didn’t care. Her moans raised to the pitch of the cats fucking in the barn.

“Harder, ha—hah!”

He pounded her so hard that she couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. His cock inside of her was her whole awareness, her entire world.

And then he growled one last feral sound and slammed in to the hilt, wrapping his arms around Ylva’s chest and surrounding her in fur and musk.

His cock throbbed inside of her and more heat ran down the inside of her legs. Ylva lost track of how long he came for, but it was long enough for her own heart rate to settle, for her mind to sink into a fuzzy contentment even though she hadn’t cum herself.

Krampus, still hard, stroked a few more times. Ylva whimpered, her weight sinking into his arms around her chest.

“What a good girl,” he whispered in her ear. “I think you’ve earned a reward.”

Before Ylva could wonder what it would be, she was back in her chair by the fire, Krampus kneeling in front of her, her thighs hooked over his shoulders.

His long tongue plunged into her cunt, the pebbled texture dragging against her clit. Ylva’s back arched and her fingers dug into the wooden arm of the chair.

“F-fuck, that feels good…”

Krampus leaned back for a moment and licked the mixture of cum and slick from his snout.

“Good. It’s a reward, after all.”

He plunged in again, and Ylva was already on the edge. His soft snout pressed against her clit as his tongue dragged across her spot on the inside. The base of his tongue was still thick enough to offer her some stretch, and with her clit assailed on all sides like this, she wouldn’t last long.

She reached down and gripped his horns like a lifeline, desperately rocking her hips.

“Oh T-Thor, yes, d-don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t—”

Ylva’s breath trembled and then became a scream—one so ecstatic and shameless that she never would have dared make such a noise anywhere near the village.

Krampus’s tongue gently stroked, extending her pleasure far longer than usual, letting all the tension quiver through her muscles and turn to pleasure.

Finally, she slumped in the chair, feeling utterly spent.

Warm, furry arms cradled her and Krampus pulled her down to the floor to nestle against his chest. He stroked her hair, and she thought she might die of happiness.

“Fuck,” she murmured.

“What?” he said, pressing his cheek against her head.

“I hate to admit it, but you were right. I can’t go back. Not after that.”

“Welcome to Hel,” Krampus crooned, and she could hear the smirk in his voice—but for once, she didn’t mind it. He’d earned it.

“Just one thing, though,” he continued. “I’d prefer you didn’t scream another god’s name when you cum.”

“Oh? I should scream, ‘Krampus’?”

“That’s the name Odin gave me. My mother named me Helson.”

Ylva blinked. “Hel is your mother?” The eponymous goddess ruled the realm and had nearly as storied a reputation as Odin.

“Mhm, and it’s as horrid as it sounds. She’s always glooming about. So when you cum…” His claw ran down the edge of Ylva’s jaw, and she shuddered. “Scream the name I gave myself. Kare.”

Ylva played it over her tongue. “Kah-reh.” It meant curved, curly. “Like your horns.” She reached up and stroked one of the ridged lengths.

Kare shuddered. “Careful, or I’ll have you screaming my name sooner rather than later.”

Ylva nestled against his chest. “Just give me… a minute…”

“Well, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say I must have satisfied you, little wolf.”

Ylva humphed and snuggled in, already drifting off.

Yuletide really was her favorite time of year.

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Part 6: Denoument, The Alchemist's Illusions

Chapter 52: Science

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tanyth stepped back and nodded, admiring their handiwork.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s first?”

“Initial preparations. Non-genital stimulation.”

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

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

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

His erection bobbed to full hardness.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Which is?”

“Half shaft stimulation.”

“Excellent.”

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

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

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

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

“Testicles only!” Tanyth cheerily called.

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

“Yes, of course.”

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

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

Linza looked up at Grun and licked her lips.

He twitched in anticipation.

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

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

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

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

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

Tanyth called time, and Linza reluctantly withdrew.

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

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

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

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

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

“Ten?!” Grun suddenly looked truly desperate.

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

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

Linza and Tanyth went to each side of the wall.

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

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

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

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

“Greedy, aren’t we?” Linza teased.

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

She squeezed his base, and his hips bucked again.

“—when you do that…”

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

“Certainly.”

“W-wait, what?”

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

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

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

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

She nodded and returned to Grun.

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

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

Grun gulped. “Yay… science…”

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

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

“F-fuck that’s tight…”

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

He nodded. “I l-like it tight.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I can do whatever I want to you.”

He twitched again, his eyes softening.

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

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

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

“We’d be rich!” Tanyth chimed in.

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

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

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

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

“That’s much better,” she said.

Grun grumbled under the gag.

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

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

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

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

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

“And now we’re to ten!” Tanyth said.

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

He blinked at her.

“Ten is when we start ass play.”

His hips bucked, and he shook against the ropes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tanyth called the time, and Linza withdrew.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Linza pressed the tip gently inside.

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

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

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

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

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

Tanyth beamed.

Grun moaned and panted.

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

Grun shuddered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was at least twenty milliliters.

Linza felt like a pretty little milk maid indeed.

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

Grun moaned lowly and seemed disinclined to move.

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

“Oh yes, lovely assistant?”

“We need exotic cum, right?”

“That’s correct.”

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

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

Tanyth nodded enthusiastically and unbuttoned their lab coat.

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

Tanyth gasped, sighing with relief.

As with Grun, their relief soon turned to urgency.

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

They stroked themselves, still slick with her saliva.

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

“Fuck! Linza, Linza—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ne… next time?”

“Only if you want to, of course.”

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

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

Part 6: Denoument, The Alchemist's Illusions

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.

Part 6: Denoument, The Alchemist's Illusions

Chapter 47: A Stretch

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes!” Tanyth gasped.

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

“Y-yes, of c-course I do!”

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

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

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

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

“Ready when you are,” Grun said.

“F-fuck, I’m ready,” Tanyth said.

Grun slicked his shaft with lubricant, moaning indulgently.

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

Grun stroked himself.

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

“Then hop on board,” Grun said.

They aligned themselves over Grun, and then carefully lowered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just sit back and relax,” Grun teased.

“I c-can’t! You’re so big!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Grun also breathed deeply, calming himself.

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

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

“H-how does it feel?” Grun said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finally, they stilled.

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

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

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

As Grun stirred towards her, she straddled his face.

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

She sank onto his face.

He lapped at her greedily.

It didn’t take long.

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

Part 4: The Interloper, The Alchemist's Illusions

Chapter 38: Linza’s Nook

Most of Linza’s favorite places in the city were in and around the JSMI campus. Part of it was that she’d lived there for so long and knew the area better than her current neighborhood.

The other part of it was the nostalgia, the strange pleasure of being back on campus but with no homework, no projects, nothing on the schedule…

Linza led Grun past the enchanted statue of the founder at the front gates, a plump goblin woman in a pointed hat, who greeted each passerby with “Hello!” or “Welcome to JSMI!” courtesy of the Magic Mouth spell. Of course, the official casting was not the only one, and fourth years with cash to burn were always trying to sneak in additional triggers. Linza showed how whenever the statue heard “sixty-nine” she said “nice”, though Linza was disappointed to find that the enchantment that responded to “shut up” with “I shut your mom up with this fat cock” had been removed.

Then Linza pulled Grun by the hand through the gardens, showing him her favorite spots to go and sketch or think.

They even ducked past the student staff and snuck into the library, and Linza lead him all the way up to her favorite nook on the fourth floor. Here, the gaps between the book-stuffed shelves were so narrow that Grun’s shoulders brushed them on either side. Linza hooked a right at the seventh intersection, and in the shadow at the end of the narrow aisle, there was still a squat little chair tucked against the wall. She’d ‘borrowed’ it from a nearby common room during her second year.

“I always felt alone with the books up here,” Linza whispered, running her fingers down the leather spines. Few people bothered to learn the labyrinthine upper floors—these were the books that hardly anybody wanted, but that the librarians couldn’t bear to throw away. So they just packed in tighter and tighter each year.

Grun’s eyes twinkled. “Alone with the books, you say?”

Linza narrowed her eyes. “Yeeeeah…”

“You seem to have so many memories here. Why not add one more?” Grun’s smirk was unambiguously lewd.

Linza’s heart quickened as her blood heated. She’d never been interrupted in this spot, but finding a quiet place to finish a term paper was one thing. Doing what Grun was suggesting was another entirely…

Linza bit her lip. “But what if someone catches us?”

Grun smirked. “What are they going to do, expel you?”

A smile cracked across Linza’s face. A few short months ago she wouldn’t have even considered, but now…

Grun stepped closer, and his heat reached around her.

“I suppose that’s a good point,” Linza said, unable to pull her eyes from Grun’s sea glass stare.

He brushed his fingertips against the edge of her jaw, his tongue running along one of his pointed canines.

“I’ve never done anything like this before,” Linza breathed. “I was a bit of a boring student…”

Grun leaned down until his lips were just above her ear. “A chance to make up for lost time, then?”

A shiver coursed down Linza’s spine and unleashed her, and her hands found the bare skin of Grun’s chest and back as she pulled his lips to hers.

Grun pressed her against the wall, one hand on her cheek and the other on the small of her back. His cock throbbed against the front of her hips, and just as her hand found him, he pulled away and kneeled in front of her.

Before Linza could ask what he was doing, he was under her skirt, holding her panties to the side and pressing his tongue against her clit.

Linza gasped, then bit her lip to keep quiet. It was too risky, too inappropriate—but fuck did it feel good. She knew she could ask him to stop and he would, but… she didn’t want him to. Not with the way the base of his tongue stroked her clit, and how the tip of it reached inside of her, the heat of his hands on her thighs, the jolts of pleasure zipping down her limbs.

The greater her arousal, the more enticing the idea of someone catching them—turning down the aisle to the scandalous sight, or peeping from an aisle over, or listening from down the hall. What would Linza have done in her little chair if she’d looked just right through a gap in the books to see someone having sex in the next aisle over? Would she have watched? Let her arousal build? Maybe pulled up her skirt and let her hand find the wetness there…

Linza couldn’t wonder any longer because she was cumming, her hands braced against the wall, her breath held, her hips bucking against Grun’s face, her memory of the little nook forever changed.

As she finally relaxed, Grun emerged from under her skirt with her wetness glistening on his beard and a smirk across his lips.

“How was that for making up for lost time?” Grun said.

Warm shimmers still swirled through Linza’s mind. “Yes, um, good. Very good.” As Linza’s balance returned, she leaned forward and brushed a hand down Grun’s bare chest to the button of his trousers. “You have something I want…”

Grun smiled knowingly, shivering at her fingertips, his cock throbbing just below.

And then the sound of footsteps thudded around the edge of the aisle.

Linza gasped and shot to her feet, smoothing her skirt and finding a very interesting spine on the shelves.

Grun chuckled and stood with less of a hurry. Just as he leaned towards Linza, a mousy young man with a halo of curly hair stopped short at the end of the aisle. He squeaked and then turned to leave.

“We were just leaving!” Linza said, stepping towards the aisle.

“Oh, no please don’t leave on my account,” the young man said.

“I was just visiting an old haunt, fourth floor is all yours again,” Linza said.

The young man’s cheeks tinged pink, and he fidgeted with his book bag’s strap, but nodded and stayed.

Linza scurried out of the aisle, with Grun striding close behind.

Two aisles later, a thought struck her like a switch on the rump of a horse and she nearly sprinted the rest of the way out of the library. She had completely forgotten to clean the cushion, and the mousy young man would find it soaked and smelling like sex. As they reached the courtyard around the corner from the library, Linza’s panic dissolved into laughter and she struggled to tell Grun what was so funny between giggles.

“I daresay he might have trouble focusing on his studies,” Grun said. “You naughty girl, sabotaging a poor, innocent student.”

“It was your idea!” Linza hissed, but she was beaming.

Wyn was hardly going to believe that Linza did anything so bold. And Tanyth would—

Linza’s glee dimmed. Tanyth would be crushed. She tried to push it out of her mind, but the thought nagged at her for the rest of the day, through their lunch at the JSMI cafeteria, their wandering through the courtyards of the dormitories, their shameless people-watching and quipping about students and professors, their racing each other up the sport field (Grun won, but only barely), their detour to Linza’s favorite art shop, their dinner at a local seafood place, and their ceaseless flirting throughout.

The more fun she had, the darker the thought loomed:

What in the world was she going to say to Tanyth?

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.

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

Chapter 19: Class Dismissed

Primmen continued, but Linza could no longer follow what she was saying. Linza was entirely captivated by the memory of Victor’s prodigious climax, replaying in her head. The expression of sheer relief on his face, how slowly he had tipped over that edge, the sweat that had beaded on his skin in his desperation, the predatory glint in Primmen’s eyes—Linza could have claimed that she was capturing the memories for later, but the truth was that she could not resist the stream of echoing memories that stoked her own arousal to a deafening thunder.

She knew that her face was bright red, knew that the way that she rocked on the edge of her seat was not particularly subtle, but there was nothing she could do about it until the lecture was over.

Tanyth nudged her with their elbow. “You look like you wanna bail,” they whispered.

Linza stiffened. She hissed back, “We can’t! We’re in the middle!”

“So?”

“We’ll bother everyone on the way out.”

“But—”

“It’s fine, I want to stay.” It was true only in that Linza would rather stay than bother everyone as they exited from the exact middle of the lecture hall.

Tanyth unfolded the little writing desk from where it tucked away at the side of the chair and pulled it over their lap. Apparently, they were ready to get studious. But then Linza caught movement in the corner of her eye and glanced over.

Tanyth was stroking themselves under the desk. With the angle of how they were sitting, Linza was pretty sure she was the only one who’d be able to see them.

“What are you doing?” she hissed.

They shrugged and winked at her. “Listening to the lecture.”

Linza felt like a trapped animal, heart pounding and breathing quick. But it wasn’t fear that was rising in her, it was inescapable arousal.

She shuffled back into her seat, pulling up her own desk. She made a little fuss of rearranging her bag and her cardigan as she leaned forward into the desk and propped her chin up on one hand. Primmen was talking about how mutual consent was opening a whole new world for the Enchantment discipline and started into an anecdote on how she offered the Enthrall spell for students who were having trouble focusing in her classes and it had worked to great effect.

Linza hoped she looked interested enough to avoid Primmen’s scrutiny as she adjusted her waistband. She was deeply grateful she had opted for trousers that day—a skirt would have made this much harder unless it was as short as Tanyth’s.

Before fussing with her buttons, she pressed her hand over her mound and vulva. Even through the fabric, the simple touch felt so good. Her eyes fluttered shut, but otherwise she remained still.

She managed to undo her buttons and slipped her fingers as subtly as she could down the front of her trousers and underneath her panties.

This had been a mistake.

It felt incredible.

She was so wet, so swollen, so sensitive. Immediately, her whole body was buzzing under her fingertips. How was she going to think of how to stay subtle when she could hardly think at all?

Tanyth nudged her with their elbow again. “What are you doing?” they mocked.

She didn’t look at them. “Watching the lecture.”

Tanyth leaned closer and whispered, “Mhm, yes, it’s very engaging. Just… pulls me right in. Really… deep, just right deep inside all that tight… hot knowledge.” What started as Tanyth teasing her seemed to have become Tanyth spurring themselves on as their voice wavered with their own uncontainable arousal.

She dared not glance over, lest the sight of them stroking themselves render her totally incapable of decision making.

Now that she was finally experiencing some relief, Linza actually found it easier to listen to Primmen again. The professor was now describing how the spell Hold Person could be used as an accessory to bondage play, but that preemptive and thorough communication was key.

Linza wondered if some day she might be up there giving lectures about the creative applications of illusions. And maybe even alchemy. What other spells or recipes did she know that had erotic applications?

Linza’s breathing had quickened and one of the people in front of her turned to whisper something to the person next to her, putting Linza into their peripheral vision. Linza froze. But at the sudden stop in sensation, her whole body quivered. She quickly restarted, forcing her breath to stay even despite the wave of ecstasy.

She was in deep, and not just her fingers curling inside of her to press against her spot.

Like Victor had been, Linza was unable to stop. If she did, she’d give a far more obvious indication of what she was doing than if she continued.

And besides, it felt so good. She was so wet, so ready. Even just the gentle swirl of her fingertips over her clit filled her with electric warmth.

She could cum quietly—she’d at least had some practice with that during her first two years of university when she’d lived with a roommate. But that was in the dark, under her blanket, with the thrumming of the adjacent boiler room drowning out her quickened breathing. Here, someone could look directly at her at any moment.

It was enough to attenuate her arousal, at least partially. But not so much that she was going to be able to bring herself to stop. If anything, she was actually making her predicament worse, because she was building up all the more tension for that final release.

It was going to feel so good. She wanted it so badly.

But how?

She didn’t have much longer to decide. Her heat was building and she couldn’t resist it. She didn’t want to resist it. She was caring less and less about what happened around her, caring less and less about who might see or how they might notice, and she was more and more intent on grasping at the relief that felt so close.

And then suddenly everyone around her stirred. Nobody was looking at her—they were nodding and grabbing their bags.

She searched through her memory of the past three seconds. Primmen had said, “Class dismissed.”

Class dismissed! No! She needed—she couldn’t stop, there was no way—she was so close—though, this could work.

Linza leaned down as if to dig for something in her bag so that her face was towards the ground and not towards anyone. She worked her hand in circles over her clit, her labia, her fingers pressing her spot inside. Her breath quickened with her arousal and she panted as quietly as she could.

And then—she could feel it, so close, the heat igniting, the pleasure blooming, the first expanding wave of relief and ecstasy, her back arching and pressing her shoulder into the desk. She stilled her hand earlier than she normally would have so that she did not shake so violently, and so there was a needy ache intermingled with the relief, though that too was pleasurable. It promised her that she would finish this later.

And so she climaxed right there in the middle of the classroom, bent over her bag and with her fingers buried inside of herself, nobody paying her too much attention.

Arousal still tingled through her, begging for more. But for now, she was adequately sated and feeling much more clear-headed.

Her hand was also soaking wet, and as she carefully transitioned a handkerchief from her bag to her other hand, she noticed that Tanyth was eying her and most of the rest of the attendees were already at the door.

“I’m impressed,” Tanyth said.

Linza swallowed, re-buttoning her trousers. “Whatever for?”

Primmen called up to them from the front of the classroom, where she was erasing the chalkboard. “Glad you could make it, Tanyth! And glad you enjoyed the lecture.” She grinned knowingly.

Tanyth smiled and nodded. “It was very inspiring. Wasn’t it, Linza?”

“Mmm, mhm. Yes. Very inspiring.” She did her best to wipe off her hand and to not panic. Then again, it had been totally worth it. Her whole body was still glowing. She’d racked up quite a bit of tension since the other lecture that morning.

“I’m always looking for enthusiastic volunteers,” Primmen said.

Another spark of arousal hit Linza in the core. “Good to know. I’ll keep that in mind.”

She and Tanyth finished gathering themselves and then as they got out to the hallway, she whispered to them, “Ugh, I can’t believe she noticed!”

“Well, of course she did,” Tanyth said. “She’s pretty attuned to those things. And I bet she was flattered. She obviously has a thing for making people irresistibly aroused.”

Linza considered that. “Oh. That does make sense.”

“You made her day, don’t worry.”

“Thanks, I— Hey, is that an empty classroom?” The light was dim beyond the frosted glass door.

“Yeah, what about it?”

“I just need to— do you want to— I mean it’s closer than the—”

Tanyth caught her drift, and then caught her hand in theirs and pushed into the room. It was smaller than the lecture hall, the chairs arranged in a grid but not on different levels.

“Are there any other classes tonight?” Linza whispered, even though the door was shut behind them and nobody was likely to hear.

“Nah, and the cleaners don’t come ‘till the morning, so we’re clear.”

“Fuck.” Linza dropped her bag in the middle of the floor and then her hand was down the front of her trousers again. She felt just as sensitive, wanted it just as badly, despite her incremental relief. She wasn’t even nervous in front of Tanyth.

Tanyth giggled. “Today really got to you, huh? Did you like seeing me up on stage?”

“Yeah,” Linza whimpered.

Tanyth laughed. “Oh wow, you really did, didn’t you. Well, then I think it’s only fair that I help you out with that.”

“H-help me out?”

“Only if you want me to.”

“Yes! I mean uh, yeah. Please.” Linza remembered her first day in the break room, when she had soaked in arousal the whole day and Tanyth’s expert touch had brought her incredible pleasure.

“I was thinking you could use an oral history lesson.”

Linza’s mind attempted to connect the dots through her haze. Were they offering oral sex? “Yes, please!” She quickly unbuttoned her trousers and pushed them to her knees. Her emotions might make her pay for it later, but it would be like a hangover from a really good bottle of wine. It would be worth it. Also, she was thirty as fuck and not about to say ‘no’.

“Pick a chair, any chair,” Tanyth said.

Linza plopped down in the one right behind her.

Tanyth came between her knees and ran their soft hands down her inner thighs.

Every touch was a jolt of pleasure. She gasped.

“Mmmm you smell good,” they said.

Before Linza could reply, they had pressed their tongue gently over the top of her vulva.

“O-oh, oh fuck, that feels so good…” Her whole body was trembling, welling with ecstasy.

Tanyth pressed in further, starting up a rhythm with their tongue—over her labia and then her clitoris in long licks.

Linza melted into the chair.

Tanyth was an expert, picking up on all her subtle affirmations and doing more of that, always responsive to her explicit corrections or requests. Faster than usual, she was nearing the edge.

“Tanyth, fuck, Tanyth, don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m gonna, I—” It took all her willpower not to scream as the pleasure bloomed from inside of her. As instructed, they didn’t stop, and her orgasm stretched out in long and wonderful waves.

As Linza stilled, they stood between her legs and started stroking themselves. She leaned up and gently took their hips in her hands. Their skin was so soft. “May I?”

They nodded.

She dipped her head under their hands and turned her own oral attentions to their balls. They too were soft and smooth, and Linza knew it was her imagination but she would have sworn that even their skin tasted sweet.

Her tongue traveled further back to their perineum, pressing with firm, wide licks.

“Linza if you do that you’re gonna make me, you’ll make me—”

Just as their breath caught and they hung at the edge, Linza sat up and took their tip in her mouth, catching the sweet heat of their pleasure. They cupped her cheek in their hand as they rode out the shuddering waves of delight.

When Linza finally stood, Tanyth giggled and pointed out that the cushion was soaking wet.

“Oh shit. Wait, this isn’t my fault, that has to be mostly your drool.”

“Nuh uh,” Tanyth said, shrugging dramatically.

Linza narrowed her eyes at them in mock indignation. “Alright, I’ll let you off the hook this time. This one time.”

The other two cantrips that Linza knew, other than Minor Illusion, were Mending and Prestidigitation. The latter was capable of quite a few different effects, and one of those was cleaning a small area. She spoke the chant and performed the gesture and as she spread her hand over the cushion, it became instantly clean and dry.

“Hm, I should have made a much bigger mess, then,” Tanyth said.

“So you admit it was you!” Linza jabbed her finger at them in mock triumph.

“Nuh uh!”

They quickly redressed and then Linza chased Tanyth down the hallway, both laughing and giddy and filled with the light of the afterglow.

But that glow cast a shadow, the aching reminder that she loved them.

Shorts

Hunter and June

Hunter was tall, dark, handsome, pretty, good at tennis, bad at cooking, finally starting to make money at freelance photography, deeply fond of cats, allergic to eggs, a hopeless romantic, and intersex.

They really felt that the ‘intersex’ part was low on the list of interesting things about themselves, but Hunter hadn’t been able to find many people who agreed, which made the whole ‘hopeless romantic’ part difficult. Navigating in-person encounters had become such a chore that they’d been keeping to long-distance hookups, lately.

Phone sex was easy, it was nice. Hunter didn’t have to explain anything. Not that it was that difficult to explain. They had a penis. It didn’t really get hard. No, there wasn’t anything wrong with it. It responded just like any penis attached to an estrogen-rich bloodstream did. Yes, they could still orgasm. Yes, they still ejaculated. No, it wasn’t like male ejaculate.

It was the follow-on questions that really got to Hunter. No, I can’t fuck you. No, I’m not going to put on a strap-on for you either. No, I don’t want you to fuck me. Yes, my genitals are real. Yes, my breasts are real. No, I’m not trans. No, I don’t have any interest in changing my pronouns. No, I don’t want to go on T to ‘fix my dick’.

So, Hunter liked phone sex. They could do exactly what felt good to them, enjoy some intimacy with the person on the other side, but generally not have to worry about intrusive questions. And if anybody got inappropriate, Hunter just blocked them. It was much easier to ghost someone when you never had to worry about bumping into them at the grocery store.

But there was a problem with Hunter’s plan, and her name was June.

June was short, brown-haired and freckled, cute, feisty, good at video games, great at cooking, roommate to two tabby cats, not allergic to anything, cisgender, and pansexual.

They’d had phone sex every night for the past two weeks and it had been, to put it simply, _very hot_.

Hunter was starting to feel like they could tell June almost anything, and so Hunter’s avoidant attachment style was starting to panic. Hunter was glad that they had met June in this phase of their life, and not earlier. Even a year prior, Hunter would have found some excuse to withdraw and ghost her. But this time, they managed to just exist in the discomfort.

Hunter was feeling quite proud of themselves for how they were coping, but June could never let anything be easy for long.

“Hey, so I was thinking…” June said, during their evening chat. “I know you said how you like things to be long distance, but… I just found out I have a work trip next month and I’ll be in town!”

June paused, clearly waiting for Hunter’s response.

Hunter’s mouth was dry and they couldn’t find words.

There was a shuffling sound from the other side of the phone. “No pressure, of course. I know it’s kind of fast. And to be clear, I’ll have a hotel! Work is paying. So we could just get dinner. But I’d… I’d really like it if you came to my hotel room, maybe. Okay, I’ll shut up now.”

Hunter took a deep breath. “I— um, I have to tell you something, first. You might change your mind.”

“I highly doubt it, but go for it.” June’s ‘just try me’ smile was audible.

As succinctly as they could, Hunter explained their sexual anatomy. “D-do you have… any questions?” Better get everything out of the way, first. And Hunter had a glimmer of perverse hope that June might react poorly, and then Hunter could block her and be on their way, inner feelings still tidily repressed.

“Just one,” June said. “What feels good to you?”

Nobody had ever asked Hunter that before. They did their best to answer. June asked clarifying questions. Which quickly devolved into dirty talk. Which quickly devolved into phone sex.

At June’s request, Hunter narrated everything that they were doing to themselves.

June loved it. Hunter loved that she loved it. It was their hottest and heaviest session yet.

And so it was decided. They would indeed meet over June’s work trip.

At risk of chickening out, Hunter had tried to think about the upcoming moment as little as possible until they were standing at the entrance to June’s hotel room.

June opened the door and greeted Hunter with the biggest smile and an even bigger hug.

June was a head shorter than Hunter and her cheek pressed against Hunter’s breast. A thrill of hot excitement shivered down Hunter’s spine as they pulled June close.

June invited them further in to the room. There was a queen sized bed, a desk and two chairs, a mini fridge, a bathroom.

“Sorry it’s not the Ritz,” June said. “I tried to get a king but corporate budget cuts.” She shrugged.

Hunter just nodded. They wanted to say something about it being nice to just be in the same room as June at all, but the words got all tangled between their head and their mouth. God, she was pretty. And she smelled so good. Like flowers and coconut.

When June turned and smiled at them again, Hunter’s heart skipped. She said, “I thought it might be a bit overwhelming… so I, um, just planned a night in. I have board games! And Mario Kart! And wine!” She bent over the mini-fridge to fetch the beverage.

Hunter’s eyes gravitated towards her ass.

As June stood, she caught their eyes. She grinned. “Or we can skip right to it, if you prefer.”

Hunter blushed. “Maybe some wine and a board game?”

Three quarters of the way through the bottle of wine and halfway through the game, the board was pushed aside and forgotten.

June made the first move, leaning into a kiss that Hunter eagerly returned. They moaned into each other, hands exploring, learning, grasping.

Hunter could have stayed like that forever, except for that June’s hand found their member from over their jeans. Her fingertips circled gently just like Hunter had said they liked, and they gasped and moaned.

June teased them like that for a long few minutes, and the heat of Hunter’s arousal built and built until they couldn’t imagine doing anything other than undressing with June.

June was thinking the same thing and she broke the kiss to pull her shirt and bra off over her head, her breasts now hanging freely. She wiggled out of her pants and hurried Hunter along to do the same.

Hunter had no chance to worry about June’s reaction because they were already so aroused, because June’s eyes were so wide and kind and shining, and because June’s hands were already down Hunter’s pants.

Hunter moaned again at the feeling of her skin on theirs, of another’s touch in one of their most sensitive areas. It felt so vulnerable. But they trusted June.

Once Hunter’s pants were off, June pushed them to the edge of the bed and then kneeled on the floor between their legs.

Hunter was transfixed by June’s eyes looking up at them, and then their half-erect member was entirely in June’s mouth.

“Oh, fuck!”

June paused and gently withdrew. “Was that okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No! Not at all, fuck that feels good.”

June beamed and then enveloped Hunter’s member again.

Her mouth was so hot and soft and slick. Hunter’s member pulsed with their heartbeat and June swirled her tongue over it to the same rhythm. June sucked gently and Hunter gasped.

June moaned her appreciation and the vibrating sensation made Hunter’s mind go blank with pleasure. June noticed the positive reaction and hummed even deeper, and soon Hunter was trembling with ecstasy.

Hunter may have climaxed just from that, but June was not done exploring. She gently pulled Hunter’s shaft from her mouth, wiggling her tongue underneath all the while.

She caught the soft shaft in her hand and swirled a fingertip under Hunter’s frenulum as she dipped her mouth a bit lower and licked at Hunter’s balls.

“Oh fuck! June, that feels so good…” Hunter reached down and brushed June’s hair back from her face. “You feel so good…”

June hummed triumphantly and Hunter’s eyes rolled back with pleasure.

Only June’s pause brought Hunter back to conscious awareness.

“I want to suck on them,” June said, licking her lips. “Is that okay?”

Hunter nodded emphatically and then June did as she’d said. It was incredible. The heat of her mouth, the tingling coolness of the air on their member, the insistent teasing of her fingertip at their frenulum, the pleasant tug of the suction.

After giving each of Hunter’s balls ample attention, June slid her tongue all the way up from Hunter’s perineum, along their soft shaft, and enveloped them in her mouth again.

The sensation was even more intense, even more overwhelming than before. June was building up Hunter’s arousal in every possible way and then some. They were going to come so hard. But what about June?

Hunter mustered their wits. “June this is amazing, but… I feel a bit selfish.”

June looked up at them with her big, brown eyes and Hunter nearly fainted.

She leaned back and worked their member in her hand again. “Don’t. This is really turning me on.” She dipped a hand down to her vulva then reached up and pressed her fingers to Hunter’s lips.

The smell of June’s flower was spicy and sweet and Hunter pulled her fingers between their lips, sucking at them.

June gasped and shivered. “Yeah, see, you put that tongue on my pussy and I’m gonna come in like two minutes, so you’ll have ample opportunity to reciprocate, k?”

Hunter’s lips turned to a grin around June’s fingers and they sucked harder, rolling their tongue under and between her fingers.

June whimpered and shivered again. “Okay, okay, let me suck your dick!”

Hunter laughed and released her.

June hesitated. “W-was that okay, that I said—”

“It’s hot as fuck,” Hunter said, and they meant it.

June’s smile made their heart skip again. “I know you said you don’t like anal, but how do you feel about fingering? No wrong answers. I just want you to feel good.”

“Um…” Hunter already felt so good, they struggled to find any words. “One or two fingers is good. I like rimming and my prostate’s pretty sensitive.”

“Roger that.” June dipped her fingers into her flower again, getting them nice and slick.

Hunter’s heart pounded with anticipation.

June grinned, took their shaft in her mouth again, and placed her fingertips at their rim.

Hunter nearly jumped out of their skin, it felt so good.

June circled her fingers gently around their rim.

Hunter moaned and melted back onto their elbows on the bed, shifting their leg to give June a better angle.

“Oh, you like that?” June said.

“Yes…” The pleasure was electric, all-consuming, overwhelming.

June teased them for a bit longer, keeping the pace slow and careful as she pressed first one, then two fingers inside. She curled her fingers towards herself, pressing against Hunter’s prostate from inside and their perineum with her thumb from the outside.

“Oh holy shit, June…”

“You think I can make you come this way?”

“I, uh, yeah… probably… e-especially if you keep up that pressure and hum with my shaft in your mouth again…”

June grinned. “I’m gonna make you squirt so hard!” She took Hunter’s shaft into her mouth again, this time with purpose.

Hunter moaned at the mixed arousal and pleasure of June’s words and actions. Now, with their shaft in her mouth, one of her hands at their balls, her other hand up their ass, her words buzzing through Hunter’s mind, she was really stimulating them in every possible way.

Hunter wanted it to never end and yet could not bear another moment of it without release.

This was everything that Hunter had told June they liked and more. Hunter was quite sure that their shaft could have been big, small, hard, soft, nonexistent or anything else and June would have showered them with this same loving attention.

As it were, Hunter loved the way that they could be entirely within her mouth, her lips pressing against their base, with no fucking or choking or straining required. They loved the way their blood pulsed through the half-hard member, the way they could feel it flowing, the idea of June feeling the same with her tongue.

They loved June’s fingers up their ass, the overwhelming sense of her around them, and in them, running through their blood, entangled with their body.

Most of all, Hunter appreciated that June hadn’t tried to approach their anatomy like a pussy or like a cock, but neither had she treated it as alien. Instead, she treated it exactly as it was — Hunter’s own unique configuration of more or less the same parts that everybody had.

And God, it was hot.

Urgency built inside of Hunter, heat flaring in compounding waves, a dizzy pleasure in their head. Their ass clenched around June’s fingers as they panted and moaned. Their breathing became deeper, quicker, as the first flickers of pre-orgasmic pleasure darted through them like sparks.

“June, don’t stop!”

June’s moaning redoubled and the sensation pushed Hunter closer to the edge.

“J-just like that… yes…” The humming, June’s tongue swirling, the tugging at their balls, her fingers pressing at their prostate, it was all so intense. Hunter’s muscles tensed and did not release, preparing for the climax.

The last moment between the edge and the fall was the feeling of heat flowing through their shaft, the start of their ejaculation. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me… June, yes, yes, fuck, yes!”

Each wave of pleasure rippled through Hunter’s whole body, bringing a pulse of their cum onto June’s tongue as she sucked it out of them, again and again. Hunter lost track of how long and how many and they may have even come a second or third time and it all flowed together into overwhelming minutes of bliss.

Finally, June noticed Hunter’s heightening sensitivity and she gently withdrew.

June looked up at Hunter and licked her lips. “You taste so good.”

Hunter moaned as their over-stimulated body tried to react to June’s words with renewed arousal. “You feel so good…” Hunter collapsed back onto the bed, floating in the afterglow.

By the time June washed her hands and returned, Hunter was ready to return the favor. A bit inspired by June, they asked her what she liked instead of trying to guess. She was all too happy to assist and true to her word, she came within two minutes.

June snuggled in next to Hunter and they curled into each other, warm and content.

As the lovers finally stirred, Hunter caught June’s eyes. “Hey, I was thinking… I’ve always wanted to do a shoot in Chicago. Mind if I visit you next month?”

June beamed. “You better!”

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Part 6: Epilogue, The Black Box

Chapter 29: Bon Voyage

Time flew and before John knew it, it was nearly 2am. The old John would have relied on Mary to give him her number, not wanting to impose, and then would have kicked himself for being so passive.

John did not judge the old John too harshly, but he was different now.

“Hey…” he said, catching Mary’s eyes, “I feel like we’re really hitting it off. I’d really like to keep getting to know you better. I’m not interested in rushing anything, or putting any pressure on you, so I just thought we might exchange numbers so that we could stay in touch.”

Mary looked like she might faint. “So, um, say— I’m sober, are you sober?” She was speaking really quickly.

John wasn’t quite sure what she was getting at, but he was, so he nodded.

“Great, because, um, our gift bags have fancy condoms in them, and I spent the whole plane ride here reading your smut, and I was thinking, if, only if you want to, of course, but, do you want to fuck?”

“Oh,” John said. It was like he tripped and fell into a vat of hot wine, or all the ginseng kicked in at once, because his heart was suddenly flittering in his chest and echoing in his dick. “Yes. Definitely.”

She took his hand and practically dragged him back up to her room, flitting with nervous excitement.

John shared her giddiness as she locked the door behind him and pulled him over to the bed.

“It’s a common misconception,” she said, “that a woman’s wetness is synonymous with her arousal. Not all arousal involves wetness, and not all wetness is a sign of true subjective arousal. But, in this case,” she hastily wiggled her skirt up over her hips, revealing soaked panties, which she kicked off onto the floor before falling back on the bed, “I’m really fucking wet and aroused.”

John’s mouth instantly watered. “May I taste?”

“God, yes,” Mary said.

Her intoxicating scent washed over him and John wasted no time applying a long, soft lick to her vulva. Her inner labia were puffy with arousal, her clitoris enlarged and emerging slightly from its hood, and he let his tongue swirl there for a moment before starting again from the bottom.

“Ohhhh, yeah,” Mary said, “Just like that…”

She talked him through what she liked just like Felix had. And, because of Felix, John had no anxiety about Mary’s climax or lack thereof. He just focused on trying to make her feel as good as he possibly could.

“Just like that… god. Fuck. Don’t stop. Don’t stop!” Mary screamed, a deep and visceral sound that came from the very core of her as her legs clamped around John’s head and her whole body shook violently. As instructed, John did not stop, until Mary’s legs relaxed and her hand found his head, and she said, “Okay, give me a sec…”

John did, and before he could wonder what was next, Mary was digging around in the gift bag, her arousal seemingly greater, not lessened, for her recent climax. She grabbed a condom and tossed it to John. “Would it be okay, if um, I were really impatient?”

“Absolutely,” John said.

“Good because I want you to fucking fuck me right the fuck now!”

“Yes ma’am.” John started unwrapping the condom.

“Hurry uuuuup,” Mary whined.

A jolt of heat pulsed in John’s sex, and he wasted no time with teasing as he quickly shrugged off his suit and rolled on the condom.

Mary practically pulled him down on top of her, but he paused as his tip rested against her entrance. “Is there anything that I should know about what you like or don’t like before I start?”

Mary whined. “You’re teasing me on purpose, aren’t you?”

“No, I value your pleasure and your consent.” He was telling the truth, but he smirked anyway.

Mary huffed at him. “Ugh. Fine. I don’t always like it rough but right now I do, so you can go as hard as you like. Don’t put anything in my mouth that you don’t want me to bite. I might try to make you come but that’s because I think it’s hot, not because I’m trying to hurry you. PIV doesn’t make me come, so don’t worry about it. I’m gonna moan a whole bunch. Does that about cover it?”

John’s arousal was throbbing through his whole body, frothed to a fever pitch by Mary’s words. “That about covers it,” he said, and slipped inside.

She was so hot and wet and soft, even through the condom. Her muscles clenched immediately around him, grasping for sensation, even as he just lingered there a moment, taking her in. The smell of her sex still lingered on his face. Her makeup was smudged, her hair in disarray around her, her dress still bunched up around her waist, and John thought he’d never seen anything sexier.

He started a long, slow thrust and reached up a hand to massage Mary’s breasts, one at a time. He continued long, slow thrusts until Mary whined, “C’monnnn… please fuck me… you’re killing me!”

John obliged and picked up the pace, though he didn’t have much confidence in his endurance. He thought about what Arya said, and focused on breathing deeply. He visualized what he wanted, which was to fuck Mary for a long, long time without his sensation building towards climax.

It worked fairly well, and John lasted far longer than he expected. It was hard, really hard, with the way that Mary was panting and moaning and begging. Just like when he’d face fucked Arya, the movement of his hips and the hot wetness around him told his primal brain that he should ejaculate as quickly as possible. As John reached the edge, he slowed. He’d milk one more wave out of this.

Mary pouted up at him, the picture of absolutely desperate sexual frustration, and he grinned mischievously as he stopped altogether, just savoring the feeling of her around him. She squeezed him and he gasped, staying still for as long as he could until the sensation drove his hips to thrust again.

Then he stayed slow and smooth, letting his arousal ebb a little bit, and letting Mary re-sensitize.

Then, with a visceral growl, John fucked her as hard and fast as he could.

Mary screamed with delighted overwhelm, grabbing at the sheets around her, eyes rolling back in ecstasy. “Give it to me, give it to me!”

“Fuck!” John’s hips thrust forward one more time, that muscle contraction setting off the cascade that pumped wave after wave of cum into the condom as he trembled inside her wet heat, her muscles still contracting greedily around him as if trying to milk him dry.

John was tempted to linger there but it would be poor form to risk the condom slipping, so he mustered his strength and tipped off of her, collapsing onto the bed next to her in a sweaty heap. She admired her handiwork in the condom, gently running her fingers over his shaft. John quivered, the sensation incredibly intense, but she stopped before he had to ask her to.

It may have been less consideration for him and more her own urgency, because she put one hand to her breast and the other to her labia, and as John basked in his afterglow, he watched her masturbate. Her eyes were closed and he wondered if she was thinking of his writing, as she came again, and then a third time, before finally heaving a sigh and sinking back into the bed.

John gently took up the hand that had been in her sex and licked her wetness from it, and Mary moaned in sleepy bliss.

“That was… amazing…” she said, eyes fading shut. “Was it… good for you?”

“Yeah,” John said. “Eleven out of ten. Would recommend.”

Mary giggled sleepily. “That’s what you said… about the box…” and then she was asleep.

John took a moment to situate himself, tucking into the sheets and pulling them over Mary, too. It was almost hard to believe that her cute, peaceful face could contain such lewd intentions, and he loved it. He wondered if she worried about being too forward, the same way she worried about being too intelligent. He would have to tell her that she shouldn’t worry at all.

John was hardly a gender scholar, so he couldn’t comment much on whether it was that the definition of ‘feminine’ should be expanded, or that Mary should not put herself so much in that box to begin with.

To John, Mary was Mary. She was herself. He was far less interested in boxes, definitions, or adjectives than he was in getting to know her. He would ask for her permission to write out this encounter, for them. Perhaps it would do her well to see herself through his eyes, just as it had been incredibly therapeutic to see himself through Felix’s.

He thought of how he might describe her curves, her lips, her urgency, her moans, how he might possibly articulate how aroused she had made him feel. A gentle heat lingered as he drifted off to sleep.

That night, he dreamed that he and Arya and Mary and her man with the flower sleeve tattoo were on a sail boat together, out on the open sea. For a while, they tended the rigging and called out nautical terms, but that quickly dissolved into group sex on the deck: John passionately kissing Mary, Arya riding her counterpart, and a soft wind rolling over them.

His view shifted to the third person, as it could in dreams. He drifted up and back, zooming out, and he saw that the side of the boat read Bon Voyage.

The next morning, he awoke to Mary in bed next to him. She now wore his shirt, which she must have recovered from the floor. He smiled and kissed her and felt deep in his bones that it was a start of a long journey together.

As it turned out, he was right.

Part 1: The Beginning, Stories, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 1: Once Upon a Time

The castle pantry was warm and dark. Ada leaned back against a wall, him in the folds of her skirt, his tongue in the folds of her sex. She bit her lip to stifle a moan.

It was good to be a princess.

He was the chef’s apprentice and he had arrived at the castle sometime in the past year. She had first caught sight of him through a crack in the kitchen door, when it had been propped open to let out some of the heat. A warm current that smelled of buttery meat and roasting vegetables had washed over her. She had peeked inside. He had been standing over a trussed turkey, knife in hand, curly hair tied back from his face, eyes narrow with focus and tongue sticking out between his full lips.

That tongue had proved to be one of his most talented assets, both when he was cooking and when he was… eating.

She’d found excuses to linger by the kitchen, to request pastries or sliced fruit. The chef herself had long stopped humoring Ada’s requests for late night snacks but the apprentice obliged. The chef allowed this because she had been less concerned about depriving Ada and more so about deferring the queen’s ire; the queen had come to personally scold the chef for allowing Ada to become ‘too thick’.

Ada had rolled her eyes and scoffed. If her mother wanted to be willowy, that was fine for her. But, Ada liked the way that her breasts filled her hands, that her ass jiggled when she shook it at one of her lust-eyed lovers and that her thighs brushed each other just below her sex.

Ada knew her mother’s other motivation was to keep her away from just this kind of late night kitchen flirting. But Ada would not be contained, not by a corset and not by the queen’s disapproval.

The chef’s apprentice, for his part, was all too happy to offer her chocolate squares, strawberry tarts and apple slices. She had further requested sausages and turkey legs and he had obliged with a gulp. She had eaten them lingeringly, with ample moaning and licking of her fingers. Ada loved the way that his face first flushed red and then drained pale as the blood traveled elsewhere.

Glimpses of his erection in the front of his trousers had been her favorite late night treat in those early days when she was wooing him.

Finally, she had asked to cook with him and he had nearly fainted with excitement. He had taken her into the pantry, which was lined with shelf after shelf of foodstuffs. Jars of pickles and bags of flour, boxes of sugar and barrels of oil and wine. In the night it was quiet and dark and close, a labyrinth that provided ample hidden corners.

She had placed her fingers on the base of his neck and whispered her proposal in his ear. “Would you like to eat something sweet I’ve made?”

“Y-yes, please, Your Majesty!”

She had found a suitable barrel and sat back, lifting her layered skirts just enough for him to slip beneath. He had needed no further instructions.

As a chef he knew how to please the tongue, and as a lover he knew how to please with the tongue.

For the past two months, she’d been coming to the pantry nearly every night, as much as she could get away with. She’d lost count of how many times now. There had been a trip to a neighboring kingdom that had denied her for several days, but the hunger only made the taste that much more delicious.

Ada had offered to attend to him also, but he had stutteringly refused. Perhaps he was embarrassed or perhaps he felt it was above his station, or both. That was the one part that disappointed her.

It was fun to be Her Majesty, to play the character of the demanding and entitled royalty. It was the closest she ever got to acting ‘like a princess’ as her parents were always telling her to, and it was the way that made them most furious of all. The malicious compliance especially aroused her.

And yet, it was lonely that nobody knew her as herself. Not ‘Her Majesty’, just ‘Ada’. Ada loved to give pleasure as much as she loved to receive it. With the chef’s apprentice, Ada longed to make good on everything she’d implied sucking on sausages in front of him.

Alas, he had declined. And she wouldn’t pressure him any further. She had made that mistake before, not realizing that her playful insistence still held the weight of ‘Her Majesty’.

So, she was more careful now. She couldn’t imagine how he managed. It wasn’t that the experience didn’t arouse him. She saw his erection clearly through his trousers both as she arrived and left. He’d taken to wearing an apron even when he wasn’t actually cooking, which meant that these troubles plagued him even outside their rendezvous.

One night, after his talented palate brought her to another height of quivering pleasure, she had asked him.

“You prefer I don’t help relieve you,” she had said.

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

“But you might understand that I only ask because I care for you… however do you manage?”

His face had reddened. “It’s nothing I can’t handle myself, Your Majesty.”

Ada had grinned like she had just bit into one of his sweet strawberry tarts. “You handle yourself?”

He had hesitated. But, perhaps emboldened by her positive reaction, he’d nodded slightly.

“Here, in the pantry?” She had been gripped with the thrill.

He had nodded.

“How often?” She had hoped it was all the time.

He’d turned his eyes down towards the bags of flour next to them. “O-often…”

She had imagined it immediately. Him sneaking away from the kitchen, his hands still slick with butter. Him carefully undoing his trousers and then melting into a sweet release that relaxed all the focus out of his face, that left him blissy-eyed, that left his perfect tongue hanging out of his mouth. Him hearing a noise and shifting back into his expression of focus and forcing himself to stay silent, bringing himself to climax and completion just in time to holler back that he’d had trouble finding the pickled eggs, but he had them now.

Was ‘often’ daily? Multiple times a day? Did the kitchen think he was terrible at finding ingredients? Had he ever run out of time and forced himself to stop just before the brink of relief and dragged himself back to work?

Did he think of her all day? Did he handle himself before their visits? Was that the only reason he could keep his composure so well? Because he had vigorously, secretly masturbated to her earlier?

Her heart had raced, her arousal rekindling as she thought of all the possibilities.

“Would you show me?” She had breathed. Might he finally?

He’d shaken his head frantically. “I musn’t, Your Majesty!”

“That’s alright,” she’d said, suddenly feeling guilty, hoping to sound as assuring as possible.

“I fear I… I fear I might make you upset!” He’d looked up at her with wide, brown eyes.

“You haven’t!” She had regretted saying anything and had cupped his face in her hand. It had still been wet with her. “The only thing that could make me upset is if you agree to do something with me that you don’t actually want to do, alright?”

He’d nodded.

“Promise me you won’t.”

“I promise, your majesty.”

“Alright, then.” She had stood and arranged her skirts. “I’ll leave you to… handle yourself.” She’d winked at him, put her fingers to her mouth and licked them off long and slow.

That time, she’d seen his erection even through his apron.

Ada had wound back out through the labyrinthine shelves of the pantry but lingered before leaving.

The sound of his panting was just audible, almost mistakable for a mouse rummaging in a bag of wheat. Then, then a poorly stifled moan had reached her ears like the delicious smell of chocolate cake wafting down a hallway.

It had taken all her willpower to leave then and not indulge her voyeuristic desires. Though, that had hardly stopped her from imagining. She fantasized about him panting there, thinking of her, masturbating over and over and over again, until he was totally spent.

Though that’s actually what she had done — masturbated to the thought of him — quietly under her covers, over and over again, until her arm was too tired to lift and she was totally spent.

She indulged in that memory now. Imagination was the kind of magic that allowed a person to be in two places at once. In fantasy he masturbated next to her while in actuality his talented tongue pressed up even more deeply inside of her. He hummed with pleasure, as if he had just tasted a particularly delicious strawberry.

In the past few weeks, she’d gotten bolder. Lately, she hadn’t been able to force herself to wait until the middle of the night, so she had started to sneak to the kitchen between meals or in the early morning. This day, it was the quiet lull between lunch and tea time.

She stroked her fingers through his curly brown hair. He allowed her at least this gesture of appreciation.

He was far from the first or the only lover she’d had. She’d been with her ladies in waiting, scribes, knights, squires, even another princess. If they were too much older than her it got a bit awkward, and she was swift to decline anyone who seemed too much a child. But, beyond that there were few limits to her attractions.

The queen could not make up her mind whether Ada had so many affairs because she was not yet married, or that she was not yet married because she had so many affairs. The queen had become convinced in recent years that Ada would die alone, even though she was only twenty and three. Apparently, that made her an old maid by princess’ standards. And yet, her lovers seemed to find her plenty hearty and hale.

“You’re my favorite,” she whispered to the chef’s apprentice. He had been for at least two moons now, that was something impressive. Her affections usually did not linger this long, but he was something special.

He moaned in appreciation and the earnestness of it started to tilt her over the edge. Her chest heaved, her heart raced, her blood tingled, her eyes started to roll back. It was like the feeling of pure honey on her tongue, or a ripe berry between her lips, or the smell of herbs on roasted meat — abject pleasure.

“Fuck, yes… yes… Aaaah!~”

Her fingers in his hair clenched and pulled hard. She couldn’t help it, not when she had to hold in a scream of pleasure, which fought to escape her chest.

He buried deeper and still licked her even as she shuddered through her climax, even as her legs clamped around his head.

Finally, she relented. He stilled, then stood from under her skirts. His face was wet with her and bright with a grin. She smoothed his curls down, stroking him gently, and he purred in her hands.

“Sorry for pulling,” she said.

“I don’t mind at all,” he said. In fact, it sounded like he rather enjoyed it.

There was a creak of footsteps in the hall.

“Aw, fuck,” she said. “Off you go!”

He glanced at the pantry door and nodded, dashing into a dark corner between shelves of pickled vegetables.

The door slammed open and cast a bright wedge of light on Ada. The king loomed in a red cloak and a halo of righteous fury.

Mercifully, Ada’s skirts had never compromised her ‘modesty’. She smoothed them and her hair, trying to look nonchalant.

“What are you doing in here?” the king demanded.

Ada shrugged, examining her fingernails. She doubted she was going to get away with it this time, but it was worth a try. “You know I like the dark. It helps me think.”

The king’s nostrils flared. “I know what I heard. I know what I smell. That’s it! I’m sending you to a tower!”

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