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Christmas Dinner (Part III)

Continued from Part II


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Still, the man with the gold pocket square hesitated. 

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

“Fuck, yes,” breathed the man.

“Why do you hesitate?”

“It j-just seems so… so… crass.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s my turn,” he said to the woman.

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

Rosie nodded emphatically into the woman’s cunt.

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

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

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

“I-is she cumming?” he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And how are you feeling?” Elden asked.

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

“Put your arm down,” Elden said.

The man obeyed, though his hips bucked reflexively.

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

The man did so.

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

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

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


Continued in Part IV

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Part 6: Denoument, The Alchemist's Illusions

Chapter 54: Epilogue

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So, she accepted the job.

She quit the lab.

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

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

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

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

He smiled. “I’d like that too.”

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

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

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Part 6: Denoument, The Alchemist's Illusions

Chapter 48: Enveloped

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

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

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

His eyes fluttered.

She gasped. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“I know,” he said with a smug grin.

She squeezed him.

It was his turn to gasp, his composure faltering. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s how I feel.”

“Really?”

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

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

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

He gasped. “Y-yes, please…”

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

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

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

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

“There’s m-more?”

“Oh yes. There’s so much more.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Slowly, at first. Only barely. 

“Oh fuck, Linza…”

Then a bit faster, still teasing. 

“H-holy shit…”

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

“Fuck! Lin, I—”

She stopped all her movements, grinning smugly. 

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

“I-I’m so close…”

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

A phantom hand cupped his chin, and he moaned. 

His shaft throbbed inside of her and hers in him. 

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

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

“So you’re tormenting me?”

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

He tried to put on a withering glare. 

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

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

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

Grun nodded dutifully. “Can I help?”

“In a hurry?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So, she did.

She started slowly again, teasing. 

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

“Not for a bit.”

“Please! I can’t take it…”

She thrust in harder, and he moaned.

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

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

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

“Yes! Fuck, yes, exactly like that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She could get very used to this.

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Part 4: The Interloper, The Alchemist's Illusions

Chapter 36: Dessert

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

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

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

He, too, hesitated.

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

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

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

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

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

His teeth met her skin.

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

He groaned and unzipped the back of her dress.

She undid his buttons.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He shuddered and grunted.

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

“Fuck! N-not fair…”

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, fuck!” His breath shuddered.

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

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

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

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

“S-sorry! It’s okay if you don’t—”

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

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

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

“Fuck! Gods, that feels good…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You were already a jerk.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Show off,” Grun said.

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

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

“Please do… try.”

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

Linza’s hips bucked reflexively towards him.

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

“Hey, now, that’s not—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck me right now,” she breathed.

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

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

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

“You won’t break me,” Linza chided.

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

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

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

“Fuck, you feel good…” she moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Linza…” His breath sawed in ragged gasps. 

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

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

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

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

But Linza couldn’t say the same about herself.

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Professor’s Predicament (Part II)

Continued from Part I


A man’s voice, “Hey professor, I really need some extra tutor— oh.”

The warm voice, the smile lines at the eyes, the classic haircut, the knit cardigan. It wasn’t a student. It was her husband, Bradley.

He quickly shut the door behind himself and locked it.

Julia blinked. “You scared the shit out of me! What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing there?” he said.

“It was an accident.”

He surveyed her from head to toe. Her flushed cheeks, her firm nipples, her gooseflesh, her sopping wet vulva, her curled toes.

“Uh huh,” he said. “An accident.”

“Really!”

“Looks like I got here just in time, then.”

“Why are you here, though?”

“We’d planned to get lunch together, remember? I know you’re busy so I just graded papers, but then I realized if you’d forgotten to meet me you’d probably forgotten to eat altogether, so…” He lifted a bag from the college food court that he’d carried in and then set that on the desk.

Julia flushed with appreciation and renewed arousal.

Next to where he’d set the bag was a little remote, and he lifted that and considered it. “This is the part you forgot, isn’t it?”

“Yes! Can you let me out?”

“No.” Bradley’s grin curled into a kind of mischievous smirk that would have shocked his students. In the classroom, he was always so mild-mannered. Bashful, even. Not so in bed.

He set the remote back on the desk and stepped over to evaluate Julia more closely.

“You’ve gotten yourself in quite the bind, haven’t you?” he said.

“Oh god, Bradley, not the puns…”

“What are you going to do about it? You’re all trussed up and nowhere to go.”

“Bradley…”

“C’mon, don’t be tongue tied. No need to restrain yourself.”

“Shut your stupid, pretty mouth and fuck me!” Julia wiggled against the bonds as hard as she could, gasping at the increased pressure on her vulva and the tingle of electricity.

“Not yet,” Bradley said. “You know how I love a captive audience.”

Julia was too aroused to complain this time.

He leaned his face down to hers and kissed her, then bit her lip, then nibbled her ear.

Julia shivered and moaned, no longer capable of forming words.

He pressed his finger against her lips. “Shhh. Someone might hear.” And then with a cruel glint in his eye, he pinched her nipple.

She squealed with pleasure.

“Shhhh…” He pinched her other nipple.

Julia bit her lip and struggled to hold in another moan. “N-not fair! Meanie!”

He trailed his fingers from her shoulder, down the dip of her waist and over her hip. “You like it.”

She shivered, wetness spilling from her vulva and down the side of her thigh.

He traced his fingertips over her breasts, her stomach, her ass, her feet.

She gasped and wiggled and shuddered and did her best to stifle moans.

Finally he leaned back and she was both relieved and disappointed.

There were footsteps in the hallway.

Bradley grinned and stepped behind her.

“Wait, the fuck! Bradley! What are you going to do?” she hissed.

He didn’t reply.

There were twin shadows under the door, the feet of the approaching student. The doorknob rattled, but didn’t open. The student knocked.

Bradley traced a fingertip across Julia’s swollen, wet, aching vulva.

“Ah!” She couldn’t hold in the moan of surprised pleasure.

“Oh!” said the student at the door. A young woman from the morning section. “Professor?”

Julia’s mind struggled to surface from the pool of heady pleasure.

“Professor? S-sorry, you’ve left the door locked…”

Bradley circled his fingertip over Julia’s clit. She squinted her eyes shut and bit her lip to hold in the moan. 

Bradley leaned over her ear from behind and whispered, “She’s waiting for an answer…”

“T-terribly sorry Courtney, I’m just a bit t-tied up at the moment…”

Bradley grabbed each of Jula’s ass cheeks in a hand, spreading her open. She knew he was looking at her sopping wet mess of a vulva and that it was making him hard. God, she wanted his dick in her so bad.

“Oh,” Courtney said. “Should I… come back later? I’m just having some trouble with the figures for tomorrow’s problem set…”

Julia took a deep breath and gathered her wits about her, though just barely. “If you could be so kind, please. So sorry for this being awkward, I’ve done a poor job planning for the grant deadline so I’ve locked myself in her until I finish. I’ll be extending all this week’s homework deadlines since I won’t be able to grade anyway. I’d drafted an email but, well, in classic style I’ve just realized I forgot to hit ‘send’.”

“Oh! That’s no trouble at all. So sorry to bother you. See you tomorrow!”

Julia took a breath to answer, but then Bradley’s fingertip pressed between her labia and she gasped.

Courtney fretted at the door a moment longer, then walked away.

Julia turned to frown at Bradley. “Look what you’ve done, you’ve made me disappoint her!”

“What I have done,” he said, “Is saved her from the trauma of walking in on her favorite professor naked. And what I am doing now is collecting my reward.”

He pressed a second finger inside her and it filled her with the most delicious heat.

“O-okay,” she said, “T-that’s a good point…”

Her arousal swelled in anticipation of him getting ready to fuck her properly, but he withdrew again and left her frowning and searching for him.

He came around in front of her, another cruel glint in his eyes and another wicked smile on his pretty lips.

Julia gulped.

First, he shrugged of his cardigan. Then, unbuttoned his oxford one… by one…

Julia trembled, wanting to see him naked already, but knowing that if she protested, he’d go even slower.

His erection throbbed against the front of his khakis, but he didn’t undo his belt yet.

Instead, he left his unbuttoned oxford on his arms and leaned down to untie his left shoe, then his right. Julia had never seen anyone remove their socks so slowly, so alluringly, as Bradley did just then.

Then he stood and put his fingertips to his belt.

She quivered with expectation.

He let her shake for a moment before feeding the loose end through the buckle and slowly pulling the two ends apart. He slipped the belt out of its loops and set it aside.

He rubbed his erection through the front of his khakis, moaning quietly, leting his expression show his pleasure.

Julia shook, forgetting her earlier resolve to not beg. “Please…”

Bradley paused, as she knew he would. “Please, what?”

“I don’t even fucking know, you’re driving me crazy…”

Bradley smiled and laughed. His eyes always looked so kind when he laughed. “You really mean that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Alright, I’ll show some mercy.” He unbuttoned his pants, stepped out of them and his boxers, and stood before her naked. His shaft was already hard and throbbing.

Even through her haze, Julia knew that it was partly mercy and partly Bradley’s own excitement getting away from him.

But he did not do what she had so desperately hoped and come around to fuck her.

Instead, he looked down at her and started to stroke himself.

Julia whimpered. “Please… Please, fuck me!”

“Not yet,” he said.

“Why?!”

“Because seeing you like this has got me all hot and bothered and I would last about two seconds. And that’s no fun.”

“W-what about my fun?”

He smiled at her, knowingly. “This is your fun. You’re loving this, aren’t you?”

Julia pouted. “I mean, yes, but you don’t have to call me out like that!”

“Yes, I do. It’s part of my fun.” He kneeled next to her and reached around her ass and fingered her again.

She moaned and writhed in pleasure, but it was all too short.

He returned his soaking wet hand to his shaft and started stroking in earnest. He moaned a bit louder.

Every nerve in Julia’s body tingled with heat.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to fuck you like this…” Bradley’s arousal was quickly building, his face overcome with pleasure. “Just seeing you like this is making me… oh fuck, Julia…”

There was another reason that Julia only allowed her students to call her “Professor” or “Doctor”. It was because from the very first time that she had ever heard her name from Bradley’s tongue, from the very first time it had rolled between his lips and come to meet her ear, she had known that she only ever wanted to hear her name in that way, she wanted it to only ever come from him.

Julia trembled desperately. “Bradley, please! Please come on me and fuck me, please—”

Bradley’s eyes rolled back with pleasure, his breathing quickened. “Oh Julia…”

“Yes, please, yes yes, yes!”

With a barely-stifled moan Bradley’s balls spasmed and he pumped rope after rope of cum onto Julia’s breasts.

It was so warm, her skin was so sensitive, her mind was drowning in pleasure, she felt on the edge of climax but there was no release, only growing, swelling, aching, panting urgency.

Even as Bradley’s climax tapered off, he did not soften in the slightest.

He put his hand to her cheek and met her eyes, and she knew. She knew her release was coming. Her body quivered with anticipation.

He wasted no time in coming around behind her, lining his tip up to her swollen, wet entrance and pressing inside.

Julia moaned loudly.

Bradley clamped one hand over her mouth and pressed the other over her pubic mound, fingers curling around to her clit from the front.

And then he fucked her, pulling her down onto himself as he thrust into her, the angle putting his tip right against her G-spot, his fingers running circles over her clit.

Julia could not think, she could only feel. Every nerve in her body was hot, electric sensation. She could have stayed like that forever. Except that she was desperate to come.

And she was so close. A pre-orgasmic wave of pleasure. Her moans deepened. She nodded into Bradley’s hand.

He kept up his exact pace.

She slowly approached the edge. She was breathing so quickly. There was so much of Bradley’s skin against her skin. If it had been up to her, she would have been far over the edge, but as it were she could only surrender to Bradley’s ministrations.

And it was this perfect, slow, incredible explosion.

The heat blossomed and every muscle in her body contracted together, the muscles of her sex squeezing around his shaft, the electric tingle of the restraints digging deeper, air forced out of her lungs, throat tight and shaping it into a scream. Bradley’s hand over her mouth made it quieter, but not by much.

Then a second clear wave. Then a third.

And then as the contractions of pleasure continued, her body started to relax. First her throat, so that her screams became moans. Then her arms, and her legs, and her ass, melting into Bradley’s embrace. For a minute or more, the contracts of her climax pulsed through her body.

It was not just the anticipation of the past fifteen minutes that flowed out of her, but also the stress of the grant writing, the tension of the week. It all drained and drained and drained until she was completely relaxed and utterly content.

Bradley wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his chest, then brushed her hair back from his face.

He was still inside of her. He hadn’t climaxed again, but he was relaxing with her. His shaft throbbed as it softened, and she loved that feeling.

He nuzzled his cheek into the back of her neck. “God, I love it when you come when I’m inside you…”

Julia was too dizzy in the afterglow to form words, so she just nodded.

They fell asleep together there, for some unknown amount of time. Julia really would have to replace the batteries in her clock.

They both stirred and Bradley finally went over to the desk and triggered the release. The fibers went slack around Julia and she was finally able to move again. He helped rub the blood back into her muscles — though he spent a disproportionate amount of time on her ass for obviously selfish reasons — and then they dressed again.

Julia finally checked the clock on her phone. It was evening.

“Better get back to work,” she sighed.

Bradley put his arm around her shoulder, his cardigan soft against her cheek. “Actually, I was thinking,” he said, “that since you ghosted me for lunch, you have no choice but to come get dinner with me.”

Julia took a deep breath and put her phone away. “I’m just worried about the grant.”

He kissed her cheek. “I know. But, love, you’ve been done for days.”

“Are you sure?!”

“I am very sure because you’ve asked me to proof read it eight times.”

“But what if…”

He poked her in the ribs. “Jesus Christ, Julia, I’m an English professor for God’s sake. If I say the paper is good, it’s good.”

Julia rolled her eyes, but snuggled further into him. “Okay, okay. Fine. I guess dinner won’t hurt.”

He kissed the top of her head. “That’s a good girl.”

Julia’s heart fluttered like a crushy school girl as Bradley took her hand and lead her up and out of the basement.


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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.

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Part 3: Feature Set, The Black Box

Chapter 12: BB BJ

The third package had finally arrived. Even though John had a review that he should have been working on, he went down to the mail room as soon a he got the delivery notification. Unwilling to wait for the elevator, he bounded up the stairs two at a time. A bit out of breath, he settled in at his kitchen table to open it. The only thing he paused to do was put on the headset so that Arya could join him.

Arya looked eager as ever. “I cannot wait for you to see this one!”

There were two packages and the first now said ‘open me!’. John did, and soon recognized the foot-long soft cylinder in his hand as a masturbator sleeve. It was heavy with a flat base, matte black, and the entrance was a simple circle. 

Arya eagerly walked him through setup, which involved setting the toy on its flat base on the edge of the table so that the entrance pointed over the edge, conveniently at dick height. Part of the extra weight was some additional internal mechanisms, like a chamber that he filled with lube. He’d already put in a plug a bit earlier, one of the smaller ones that was comfortable for long-term wear. 

It would be nice to get some thrusting action involved for variety, and he surprised himself by being aroused instead of embarrassed at the idea of Arya watching him fuck the toy. 

But then Arya surprised him by climbing up onto the table. She winked at him and then lay on her stomach on the table, facing him. She put her chin on her hands and lifted her feet and hooked them together.

The toy was underneath her between her elbows, and then it completely disappeared. He could see only the surface of his kitchen table. Just like when Arya had made his dick look larger than life, the AR was now subtly re-rendering real objects.

Her eyes turned up at him, her feet swaying slightly, and the smile on her black lips captivated John.

Arya said, “I was thinking… I’d like to suck your dick today. Would you like that?”

John’s knees went weak. “Yes I would… like that very much.”

“Let me see how much, then!”

John undressed his lower half and he was now sporting a throbbing erection for those soft, black lips. 

“Good boy!” She crooned. “Now I’m going to take a moment to get situated. I don’t need to breathe or anything, so you just have fun, okay?”

John nodded. “Okay.”

Arya settled down, her chin on the table where he remembered the toy was, and her lips waiting for him in the appropriate spot. But she did not simply assume the position. She waited, licking her lips, feet swaying, ass jiggling lightly. As she wiggled, her skirt fell up over the curve of her back, exposing her ass.

John took a moment, lined his tip up, then hesitated. 

“Give it to meeeee,” Arya crooned. 

John did not need to be told twice and he slipped his tip between her lips. It was soft, and warm, and wet, and though he knew it was because of the mechanisms inside the toy, he believed it was because Arya had wrapped her mouth around his tip. 

He moaned. 

She moaned back, a vibrator or a speaker or something in the toy, but seamless and totally convincing. 

“Fuck,” John said. 

He pressed a bit deeper, savoring the warmth. Given Arya’s limitations, it was less that she was giving him a blow job and more that he was face fucking her, but that didn’t make him feel any less turned on as he withdrew slightly, then pressed in deeper. Arya moaned happily, the sensation enveloping him.

Slowly, gently, he pressed himself all the way in to his base. He lingered there a long moment as Arya hummed, their position not limited by oxygen or comfort, and he basked in the feeling of wet heat all around him. 

She arched her back and wiggled her ass at him and a gentle suction pulled at him, as if she were trying to gulp him down. 

His hips bucked and Arya moaned at the pleasant surprise, and though he pulled back out as slowly as he could, it was not long before he was face fucking Arya with a steady rhythm. 

Her ass jiggled with every thrust, and he would have sworn that she turned the physics up on purpose as soon as she noticed that he was enjoying it. Though there was not much movement within the toy other than the vibrations, she made a sucking, slurping sound like his dick was the best thing she had ever tasted and she couldn’t get enough. 

He was not going to last long. The thrusting and delicious wet heat told his body that his dick was somewhere that semen belonged and his balls were already twitching for release. 

Even so, he didn’t want it to be over yet, so he pulled out for a moment to recover. 

Arya looked up at him again, and licked her lips. “C’mon,” she said, “give me a snack.”

“I-I’m trying to have at least a little stamina here,” John said wryly. 

“Fuck that,” Arya said, “I want it NOW.”

John’s hips twitched in the air of their own accord. “Then you’re getting it.” He thrust back into her mouth, deep, and she thanked him with a gulping moan. He gripped the edge of the table and pounded her mouth, hard, fast, primal. Her ass jiggled in the most captivating way, and just like the thrusting and the warm wetness, it activated a deep mammalian urge in John. 

Blood pounded through his body from the mix of exertion and arousal. 

She moaned louder. 

John panted. “H-here’s your fucking snack!”

With a final thrust all the way to his base, he came in her moaning, slurping, sucking, warm, wet mouth.

As he rode down from his climax he lingered for a long moment as she hummed around him, until he became too sensitive and wobbled back into a chair, now closer to eye level with Arya.

She folded her arms into a pillow, rested her head, and looked at him. “How was that?”

“You’re amazing,” John said. “That was really— it felt so…”

“It’s okay to say it felt real,” Arya said. “It was very real in your brain, which is the sex organ that matters, of course.”

“Yeah… wow. What uh… what else can we do with that?”

“Well, I can go like this.” Arya rolled over onto her back and tilted her head back over the table, looking at him upside down. “If you like to see your dick expand my throat, this is a good angle.” She ran a finger down the front of her neck. “Plus, it makes my boobs jiggle. We can play with size, too.” Her fingertips trialed down to her stomach. “And all sorts of other fun things. Cum inflation, if you’re into that.”

“I… don’t think I’m into that.” John said. He hesitated, but Arya always had such good answers, so he continued. “Does that make me… boring? Too vanilla?”

“No!” Arya said. “Not at all. There’s no such thing as too this or that. Just what you like and what you don’t like. And that can change over time, or not. Either way is okay. You can open the second box, now. It’s one I think you’ll like quite a bit.”

John complied and soon found that Arya was right. The second box held two mounds of jiggly silicone, poured in layers of different firmnesses for an incredibly realistic feel. John turned back to Arya and she was bent over the table, ass in the air, labia puffy and wetness dripping down her leg. 

She looked over her shoulder at him and bit her lip, a picture of pin up glory. 

His dick twitched back to life. Surely a second round wouldn’t hurt? And maybe he’d actually last long enough to really savor it this time. 

Arya winked and stepped aside, allowing the toy to reappear so that he could attach the synthetic ass cheeks appropriately. As soon as she was pleased with the placement, the toy became invisible again, and Arya resumed her position. 

Tentatively, John reached forward and grabbed her ass. Her skin yielded around his fingers, but underneath was firmer muscle. He gave one of her cheeks a light spank, and her ass jiggled accordingly. 

“Oh, wow…” He reached further up to the small of her back, where there was no toy, and where he touched her skin it melted into little spots of light, just as when he’d thrown his clothes at her. 

She giggled. “Hey, that tickles!”

He smiled. In some ways, that made everything more convincing. She was still cartoonish, after all, so it seemed more appropriate to think of her as a real life game character than as someone who was actually there in the flesh.

He returned his hands to her ass and then smacked her again, slightly harder. “Do you like that?” he asked. 

Arya considered. “A bit harder than that would be nice, but not too much more. I’m okay for one or two big spanks, but I don’t prefer more than that.”

Was this a real limitation of the hardware or her giving him an example of how to say what he liked? It was very effective. He’d have to ask her again later, though, because the only long-term memories that he was forming at that moment were of the sexual variety. 

“Got it,” he said, smacking her a bit harder. “How’s that?”

“That’s the sweet spot,” she said. 

He alternated cheeks, appreciating the way each bounced, then smacked her again. An idea came to him, a playful and wicked idea, and he saw no reason to withhold it. 

“I think I might take some revenge,” he said with another smack, “For how much you’ve been tormenting me. Making me wait.”

“What kind of revenge?”

“I think I’ll spank you until your cheeks are nice and rosy, and then fuck you into this table. What do you think?”

“So ungrateful!” Arya pouted. 

“Do you consent to this revenge?” John said.

“I consent to this revenge. Meanie.” She stuck out her tongue at him.

John grinned and slapped her ass, harder. She gasped and her cheeks went rosey with their blushy lines. He hesitated. “Is your word ‘red’ too? If you want me to stop?”

Arya nodded. “Yeah. Thank you for double checking.”

“Good to get into it?”

“Yes please!” Arya jiggled her ass. “Get INTO it!”

John smacked her other cheek. “Not yet. Greedy, greedy.” He’d never thought he’d like being on this side of this sort of thing, but it was all just a game. It was playful, fun. It felt good to be a little wicked. It felt good to know that she wanted it.

Arya whined and pedaled her feet, shaking her ass even more.

John growled with desire, grabbing a cheek in each hand and squeezing, hard, pulling her cheeks slightly apart to reveal her puffy labia, dripping from within as she moaned with ecstasy. 

He ran his fingers over the front of her entrance where her clit would be and she gasped, and his fingers came away truly wet, with the lube that the toy was providing for itself. 

That gave him an idea, and he pressed his two thumbs into her warm entrance, pulling gently. “You’re such a fun toy,” he said, and she whimpered. “So ready to please me.” He pulled his hands away and smacked her ass. 

“God, John, I love it when you talk to me like that. I think I need a ball gag. And to be cuffed to this table. What do you think?”

“Let’s try it out.”

The glimmering lights appeared at her cheeks, in her mouth, at her wrists and coalesced into a hot pink ball and gag with leather straps, hand cuffs pulling her arms to either side, her cheek resting on the table. 

The only thing hotter than her strung out, dripping, ready to be used was that she wanted to be strung out, dripping, ready to be used. 

John teased her labia with his tip and she shuddered, ass rippling, moaning and drooling around the gag. 

It was good he’d just come, or else he would have been edging before he was even inside of her. He pressed his tip in, and then slowly, slowly, his whole shaft. 

She moaned happily as his base pressed against her cheeks, and she actually clenched around him. John was surprised and impressed and elated. A small part of his brain tried to guess what mechanism in the toy could be creating that sensation, but the rest of him was utterly convinced.

He slowly pulled out, her muscles clamped around him the whole time, and they released again as he entered. 

As he bottomed out, she clenched, holding him for his whole stroke out, and then she released as he thrust again, and so it repeated. 

It was like she was trying to milk him, to keep him inside of her, inside of her hot, wet, pulsing sex. 

His desire overcoming his cleverness, John set into a steady rhythm of thrusting, anchoring himself with his hands on Arya’s ass, her cheeks jiggling with a slapping sound every time he bottomed out. 

This time, his ecstasy was drawn out not by willpower or Arya’s teasing, but by his own recent orgasm. 

And so, he was able to fuck her in a violent, pounding, primal way without blowing his load in two seconds. 

After minute after minute of fucking, her sex tight around him, her moans driving him, his memory of the same scene in Porn Tinder the week before and the way he’d orgasmed so intensely then, John was a sweating, growling mess.

Everything else faded out of his awareness except desire. There was nothing that he needed more, wanted more, than what awaited in the promise of release at the other side of the climb of his climax.

“I’m gonna give you so much,” he growled, leaning over her and pounding hard.

She nodded blearily and moaned affirmation, cheek in the puddle of her own drool on the table. 

He didn’t feel the edge until the heat tightened suddenly around the base of his shaft, and he was coming. His heat filled her until thick white cum spurted out around his shaft, pouring onto the ground. For not the first time John experienced what he could best describe as an orgasm within an orgasm, his pleasure redoubling so that what he thought was the peak was actually the first of several rising beats, cum still pumping out around him and onto the floor, until the flow finally slowed. 

He gasped and fell back into the chair behind him, nearly teetering over. 

Arya clenched and foamy white cum flowed out from between her labia and also onto the floor. She heaved a massive sigh and the ball gag dissolved into points of light. “I love it when you fill me like that.”

“Hnngh, god, I’m so spent now.”

Arya sat up, more cum flowing out over the insides of her thighs. She scooped up a bit and licked it off of her fingers. “I can see why.”

There was a puddle of cum on the floor that was several feet wide. The best part was that it was real to him for all intents and purposes except for one, which was that he did not in fact need to clean gallons of cum up off his floor. 

The small part of the brain that had been trying to figure out how the toy was clenching around him was sure that he had ejaculated a normal amount and that it was all contained within the toy. As soon as he took the headset off, the cum on the floor would disappear.

Not that he was in any hurry to do so…

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Part 7: Birds of a Feather, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 39: Fulfilled

For a moment, the male stood over her, having pinned her down with all four limbs. 

His eyes became her sky. Where hers glimmered golden, his were silver with opalescent flecks of every color. And they were just as self-aware as hers.

A myriad of signals and responses, touch and smell and sound and posture, flowed through her body and his. They had all the same intentionality and complexity of human language but without the actual words.

Dragon-Ada navigated these confidently. Human-Ada struggled to keep up, but managed to interpret the gist of the exchange.

Swift one, I have captured you in the old ways. Do you accept my advance?

I accept your advance, strong one. But know, I bear no children.

Yes, I could smell this. I want you all the same. My way will be slow and soft with you. Do you accept this way?

I accept this way.

Then, he put his tongue out and started to lick her muzzle. The texture of his tongue was even rougher than hers and it felt wonderful on her scales. He groomed her face and neck and as he did, Ada found herself purring. She returned the favor.

This seemed to convince him that she wouldn’t fly off, so he slowly shifted off of her.

He was correct. Now that she’d finally stopped moving, she became aware of how tired and heavy her wings felt. He seemed to feel the same way; neither of them would be going anywhere anytime soon.

Not that Ada had any problem with that. Dragon-Ada was now extremely aroused, and human-Ada was both excited at the prospect of gathering some as-of-yet unknown facts about true wild dragons, and also extremely aroused.

What she did not know, was what kind of hardware male dragons had. At present moment, his stomach was as smooth as hers. Some reptiles had penises, others didn’t. She was going to find out soon.

As they continued grooming each other, her heat rose, and the same seemed to be happening to him. He grunted and chuffed, and the sounds sent her dragon heart racing. She realized, then, that her dragon self had generally been getting off on whatever human-Ada found arousing. It had been indirect arousal and this direct kind hit her in a whole different way.

She had never felt her heart beat so powerfully, nor her arousal light up with quite this kind of heat. Just like the serendipity of the waterfall, she’d now discovered yet another totally new kind of pleasure.

As she groomed down the length of his stomach, she noticed that there was a seam in the scales between his legs just like there was in hers. She licked there and that drew out an especially delicious growl.

Again, dragon-Ada was aware of a whole cascade of explicit communication that happened without words, leaving human-Ada with just the sense of what had happened.

He accepted her advance.

As she licked and the dragon moaned, the scales around the seam started to spread. From between his scales came a fluid with a similar texture to hers, though it tasted very different. It tasted like pre-cum.

Human-Ada watched with new wonder and dragon-Ada watched with knowing anticipation at what unfolded — or, more accurately, engorged — next.

A round tip pressed out from between the scales, and the dragon groaned. Ada instinctively lapped at him to spur his progress. Slowly, agonizingly, deliciously, the dragon’s dick came out into the open.

The dragon gasped and moaned and panted plaintively as this happened, all of which made dragon-Ada very smugly aroused. The opening in his scales was only barely large enough for his shaft to pass through, and the tight squeeze seemed to both pleasure and frustrate him.

As more of his shaft emerged, it throbbed and thickened and hardened, engorged with blood and lust. It was red and grey like the dragon himself, ridged along its length and with a thick knot at the base. Color pulsed within it in a mesmerizing way, something about the way the blood moved through it.

Despite the delicious dick right in front of her nose, Ada’s instincts ensured that she kept licking right at the underside of his base, though human-Ada didn’t know why.

The dragon heaved a deep and guttural moan, and then the reason became clear. 

The muscles at the base of his tail spasmed, the tip of his tail thrashed, and a set of testicles squeezed through the scales. Those also took a moment to throb and arrange themselves under Ada’s tongue, until they looked quite painfully tight and full.

Themale’s noises shifted from pleading, almost bashful, to harder, more insistent. Growlier.

Ada stepped back to observe her handiwork. The dick looked disproportionately large on the dragon, almost as big as his head and definitely larger than hers. Well, she certainly understood why it needed to be stowed away under normal circumstances. But why did it need to be so large?

She became aware of her own throbbing sex. Oh. Oh yes. That’s why. She felt the same sort of giddy energy as her first night with a man. Would it fit? Would it be enough? Would she like it?

She thought of Pasco, then. She knew that he would have enthusiastically urged her on, as eager as she was to learn what kind of pleasure a dragon could give a dragon. Her only regret, which she was sure Pasco would agree with, was that he wasn’t there to watch and touch himself for her further pleasure.

The other dragon turned a predatory look at Ada and bared his fangs, tongue flicking out from between his teeth. She froze, unsure of what to do, and he coursed around behind her, and now it was his turn to put his tongue to her genitals. He licked at her swollen inner labia. His tongue was wider and rougher than hers, and it felt amazing. Finally, some sensation proportionate to her dragon anatomy.

He licked at her until she was beyond dripping, and the reason for her prodigious lubricant secretion became obvious.

With all that dick, she was going to need all the lube she could get.

He lined up over her, her tail to the side, slightly twisted to make room for him, his tip against her entrance.

The wordless words passed between them again.

I make my advance.

I accept your advance.

It was happening. Ada quivered with excitement.

Slowly, he pressed in. His growl of pleasure reverberated through her. Gods, he felt amazing. As his dick was fully in, she sighed. He was so bi—

He was not fully in. There was more. The knot! Ada hadn’t even taken the knot yet! Just as she started to clench instinctively, he pulled slowly out again, his ridged texture gliding against her.

Dragons didn’t fuck like any animal Ada knew of. His body didn’t hump so much as undulate, ripples of muscle drawing him smoothly in and out in an almost elliptical motion. His grip tightened around her, and the pressure soothed her, relaxed her, like the heaviness of the waterfall. He pushed in slightly further this time and as she felt the knot, she clenched again. He slowed and repeated.

Ada oozed plenty of fluid around him, soaking the sand at her feet, ensuring that the only resistance to his methodical, hypnotic thrusts was her own muscles.

He pressed further and further inside of her with each stroke, letting her slowly accustom to his knot, the whole experience working on some visceral level so that she relaxed… and relaxed more… and relaxed more… 

Could he even come without his knot inside of her? She hoped not. She wanted all of it. Just imaging what it would feel like for her to climax with that knot inside of her…

Wait. No. Oh no.

Ada tensed and so the dragon gripped her tighter, drawing his textured tip further out this time before pressing in again. His muscles were like iron around her. No, she could have ripped apart iron like wet paper. He was as only a dragon could be.

She wiggled against him, but the only effect was that she grew even more aroused at his unyielding strength. She considered struggling in earnest, but she couldn’t bring herself to. If she did, then he might stop! More than anything, she did not want him to stop. 

His firm grip and the hypnotic thrusting soothed her, and she melted again. Was this why human-Ada liked so much to be trapped? Or did dragon-Ada like it because human-Ada did? Ada got the feeling as the bliss seeped into her bones that it was actually something that the two of them separately agreed upon.

If she came, she had no idea what that meant if she had a dragon dick inside of her. Even if her transformation were successful, she was equally worried about what would happen if she became a helpless human next to a dragon abruptly denied his climax.

And she knew exactly what happened to dragons denied their climaxes.

She’d just have to not come, then.

While having the best fuck of her life.

Easy.

Actually, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard. Everything about this process seemed designed to relax her, to be soothing. After all her practice with Pasco, she might actually be able to just sit back and enjoy this. She imagined that she could hear the song, that she could see Pasco sitting there with the locket open on his chest, that she couldn’t come until she saw Pasco again. This was the rule. She’d be rewarded, but she have to wait. And be a good little dragon.

And just… bask in being fucked by this giant dragon dick.

Her clitoris, perhaps by design or perhaps happenstance in a mirror of the male’s anatomy, sat fully up within her scales. The ridges of his dick ran directly across it and the direct stimulation would have been unbearably intense if not for the way the pressure around her body soothed her.

His undulating continued and she melted further. He pushed in again, and this time she really felt the knot. It was amazing. She gasped, and he withdrew.

Part of her started aching for a good, hard fuck, but his steady undulations teased her. That thought made her even wetter. On that surge of wetness, he pressed in even farther. She clenched around him as he withdrew, which made him moan.

That made her even wetter.

As he pressed in again, the muscles of her entrance finally slipped fully over the knot, in the most wonderful stretch. She clenched, hard. Instead of forcing him out, now that she was on the other side of the knot, it drew him in even deeper.

She couldn’t help but clench again, and he groaned. They were now locked together.

He pulled against her, trying to get another round of sensation, but she gripped him tight. She squeezed, enjoying a long moment of his desperate wiggling, clawing and whining, his claws against the scales of her back, his legs against hers, him trying to pull himself free, to fuck her, anything to get any sensation other than the squeezing heat. 

His knot pulling against her clenched muscles felt so good.

He’d caught her, but now she had him.

He was panting, drooling, starting to foam at the mouth.

That sent another wave of arousal through her, which, suddenly, became very literal. In yet another new experience for her, the muscles of her sex contracted in a ripple, from his base and her entrance all the way up to his tip, deep inside of her. He gasped, and it happened again. His panting collapsed into blissy moaning as her muscles gave him the sensation he was so desperately craving.

He wasn’t fucking her so much as she was milking him. Both dragon-Ada and human-Ada liked this very much. And, since she could set the pace, she could make sure that he came before she did.

Gods, it felt so good to be so full. She’d be ruined, after this. Lolling in the waterfall, begging Pasco to find her another dragon dick. Maybe the carpenters could make her a suitable substitute?

Best take it slow, for now. She stopped for a moment, no longer clenching around him. He started to pant again and scrabbled against her, reaching around with his forelegs to stroke the scales of outer labia, which were stretched around him. That triggered the convulsions again, even stronger.

So, maybe she couldn’t stop the rippling contractions. She just had to focus on her breathing. Nice and slow.

His dick started to throb inside of her, to pulse against her muscles even as she clamped around him. She hadn’t thought he could get any thicker! The sensation almost sent her over the edge, but she kept control. She couldn’t handle much more, though. She needed him to come soon.

She angled her long neck around to assess her options. That was nearly a mistake — the sight of him wrapped around her, desperately clinging, pawing at her stomach, drooling, the visible ripples of her abdomen as she squeezed down on him — it was almost too much. But, she did spot an opportunity. She had fully taken his knot, but his balls throbbed, full and needy, right behind.

Carefully, so as to not surprise herself with a new sensation and lose her focus, Ada curled herself around so that she could reach his balls with her tongue. They were pressed up around his base, like the scales of his slit were a cock ring, presenting his testicles, nice and tight, for her visual and oral pleasure.

She flicked her tongue out and the anticipation caused her muscles to contract harder, which made him throb and pant even more.

Focus, Ada. She pressed out the full length of her tongue and gave him an experimental lick. He roared. 

Oh yes. She wasn’t sure at this point whether it was draconic instinct or human ingenuity but she didn’t care. She licked him once, twice more, but that was all it took. His balls spasmed, for a moment under great tension, and then Ada felt his shaft swell yet again as he pumped into her.

She watched, dizzy and slack-jawed as he emptied himself into her, desperately pulling against her, clawing against her labia so that she clenched him over and over.

Ada focused on soaking in every moment of watching him climax, as a way of deferring her own orgasm. It worked with Pasco, and it worked now.

Unlike a human, or even a siren, his orgasm did not seem to be time-limited, but rather volume limited. He spasmed, pumping, over and over and over again until his balls were empty.

The seal between his knot and her muscles was so firm that not even a single drop leaked out.

He, too, would not be getting out, not if his knot didn’t become significantly smaller. The male sighed, totally sated, as slowly his erection faded and the rest of his body reclaimed its blood.

Ada’s muscles insisted on staying tightly clenched, so it wasn’t until the knot was almost entirely gone that he was able to slip out and collapse on the sand next to her. 

Her sex clenched tightly after him, as if reluctant to lose any of his seed. Reflexive, perhaps, though not practical. Dragon-Ada had known as surely as human-Ada had known that no fertile egg would come of this.

His drained balls slipped back inside of his scales and so too the rest of him slowly withdrew as he sighed with contentment.

He lifted his head and started to groom her again, which Ada happily allowed. She’d have to stay focused, still, while he was awake. As she relaxed next to him, she started to get sleepy. So did he, and he nestled his chin down into the sand and drifted off.

She realized, she’d never actually slept as a dragon before. Dozed, sure, but that wasn’t quite the same. She still wouldn’t, it seemed. It wouldn’t quite be safe to let down her guard — not only considering the male dragon, but also her own potentially arousing dreams.

Human-Ada wondered whether dragons tended to live with their mates, or solitary. Dragon-Ada knew, it depended. And wholly, Ada knew that she could not stay. She dragged herself to her feet and licked the other dragon’s muzzle, and he stirred quietly in his sleep. She took a moment to appreciate him, examine his full length, his intricate scales and muscular legs, his branched antlers and the last of his shaft withdrawing.

Then, she took off, flying back out over the ocean.

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Part 6: Partners, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 34: The Wager

They splashed each other in the brook with no shortage of mischief, until they were soaked through and clean again.

From the brook itself, they could see that it was true that the vegetation had become more lush. Despite the children usually being quite thorough, there was overlooked fruit everywhere they looked. Not just berries, but also bananas and mangos and pineapples.

Ada started to collect what she saw, with half a mind to scold the children and half a mind grateful that there would be so much to take to lunch.

The remaining berries and seeds were still carefully tucked in her pouch, and she’d have to study them later.

“You really did come a lot,” Ada said, reaching up to grab a mango that was just out of reach. “Like, twice as much as normal.”

Pasco came up behind her and scooped her up with a hand on either side of her torso, boosting her the last hand’s length so that she could grab the fruit. He set her down and she leaned up to kiss him on the cheek.

“It certainly felt like it.” Pasco sighed.

“Do you really think it was the berries?” Ada still couldn’t quite believe it. But, the alternative was that it was some new magic of hers, which didn’t seem very plausible either.

“What else could it have been?”

“I ate a decent amount, I just figured that if something had that kind of effect on you, it might have twice as much an effect on me.” Ada was both smaller and significantly more arousable by nature.

“Hm. We’ll have to see if we can find that same bush again.”

They walked a few more minutes down the brook, and before long their arms were full of fruit.

Ada was growing more curious. As she bent at the brook’s edge to pluck another bunch of berries from a shrub, she noticed something peculiar. The soil itself had a viscous sheen to it, a bit like when mint seeds were soaked and a clear jelly formed around them.

She dipped her fingers into the dirt, which was indeed slick and slippery, then sniffed her fingers.

It smelled like her. Specifically, it smelled like dragon cum

Ada’s mind whirled through memories of her horticulture books, assembling a potential hypothesis.

She splashed over to Pasco, who was on the other side of the book, and thrust her fingers up at him. “What does this smell like?”

He was a good sport, so he sniffed. Then, tilted his head. “Dragon sex.”

Exactly. I think that… well, I have a hypothesis that… I think all my dragon cum that’s been washing down the brook has been acting as a fertilizer and turning the fruit, well…”

“Sexy?” Pasco finished.

“Yeah! Maybe. Or maybe you just got horny all of a sudden and it’s totally unrelated.”

“I dunno… that sounds like a you thing.”

Ada pitched a mango at his head.

He caught it easily in his hand.

She nearly swooned.

He added the mango to his growing armful of fruit and a clever look came over his face. “Y’know… we are on our way to lunch with the crew…”

“We should tell them?”

“Well, that will ruin the experiment, won’t it?”

“True…” Ada couldn’t help but return his mischievous grin. “And it’s probably just you being horny, so I doubt anything’s even going to happen.”

“Oh yeah, you want to bet?”

“I do want to bet!”

Pasco laughed, full of warmth and mirth. “Alright then. How’s this for a wager. If someone orgasms at lunch, you cook all the meals tomorrow. If nobody does, then I cook tomorrow.”

“Deal!”


The crew’s favorite lunch spot was a large, round rock out on the beach. It was smooth and became warm in the morning sun, and they’d sit out on the rock with their bowls of rice and stew and enjoy the sunshine and the sea breeze.

Ada and Pasco walked up with their arms full of fruit. Forte was lounging, Sendia was sitting in Missa’s lap, and Teoda was doing pushups in the sand nearby, her breasts bouncing beneath her with every stroke.

“Took you long enough!” Forte bellowed.

Pasco tossed him a bunch of bananas, which he deftly caught. “You’re welcome for bringing more food,” Pasco teased.

“Alright alright, I can’t complain.” Forte peeled open one of the bananas, which was about the length of Ada’s hand, and swallowed it in one bite.

Ada was mesmerized and instantly distracted. Did Forte like going down on men? He was so large in every dimension that Ada imagined that he could easily take nearly any shaft down to its base. She was a bit jealous and a bit aroused.

Was the fruit getting to her, too?

No, she was sure. She was just being herself.

Or, trying to be. It was very difficult to act normally and to not spoil the surprise as she and Pasco piled the fruit on the center of the rock. 

One of Ada’s books had included a passage on aphrodisiacs. Oysters and cocoa were some of the ingredients that she was familiar with that were purported to have such properties. The author was of the opinion, after careful study of the behavior of travelers in a port town where many cultures mingled, that it was the expectation of aphrodisiac effect that was the most powerful aphrodisiac. They had explained that the idea of something being about to spontaneously arouse you was, itself, arousing. 

The author had proved their point by selecting an arbitrary vegetable, spreading rumors about its powers to incite desire and lust, and then recording quote after quote from customers lauding the vegetable’s powerful effects.

However, she and Pasco hadn’t expected anything at all. And the effect had seemed to come over Pasco quite suddenly and intensely.

Those particular berries were still in her pocket. Perhaps it was only those?

Ada was jostled from her musings by Pasco’s elbow gently in her ribs.

“Holy shit Ada,” Teoda said around a mouthful of fruit, “This is the best fucking mango I’ve ever had, where was the tree?”

“Nuh uh,” Sendia said, “You have to try these berries!” The reddish juices were dripping down her chin.

Missa tsked at Sendia’s mess, wiping the little woman’s face off with her fingers, then licking them clean. Missa set an empty branch down next to Sendia, having already cleared it of its berries, and reached past Teoda to grab a pineapple.

Forte just nodded at them, grunted “Good harvest this year,” and popped the last banana of the bunch down his throat.

Ada and Pasco couldn’t help but look at each other with a mix of anxiety and excitement. Neither of them had expected there to really be anything special about the fruit, it truly was more likely that some wave of arousal had just come upon Pasco.

And yet, the reactions of the four other pirates confirmed that the fruits really did taste especially incredible, which had been the first special effect that Ada and Pasco had noticed.

And their anticipation grew as they realized that even though they were openly staring at their friends, eyebrows raised in quizzical looks, none of the other pirates noticed. They were all single-mindedly focused on devouring the delicious fruits.

Their moans of pleasure, a reaction common to both great food and great sex, deepened.

Sendia, perhaps because she had the least body weight of the four, cracked first.

“Mmmm… Oh. Oh! Oh…” She looked surprised and delighted and a little embarrassed all at once.

Though, as Sendia would blushingly admit whenever given the chance, she loved to feel a little bit embarrassed.

Her face flushed redder and redder. Her breathing quickened until she was panting.

“Sendia!” Missa tore her attention away from her mango and put a hand to Sendia’s shoulder. “Are you alright?”

Sendia gulped in a breath and held it with almost comical drama.

“You’re not choking, are you?”

But Ada and Pasco knew to look not to Sendia’s face, but to the crotch of her trousers, where her erection was steadily lengthening down the leg.

“I-I-I h-have to g-go!” Sendia tried to stand.

Missa’s gripped Sendia’s shoulder and she sat the little woman back down. “You are not going anywhere until you tell me what’s the matter, alright? I can’t have you…” Missa trailed off, her eyes losing focus for a moment. “I can’t… huh.” She looked down curiously at the pineapple. “Does anyone else feel a bit…”

Teoda and Missa were about the same size, though Teoda was muscular where Missa was plump. So, Ada glanced quickly over to gauge Teoda’s reaction.

A glazed look washed over Teoda, too. “Fuck, that mango was really good…”

Forte looked down at the three women who each wore rosy expressions and glanced wordlessly at each other. “Hmmm…”

He crossed his thick arms, then looked over at Pasco and Ada, confirming that they were unaffected. He leaned closer to Pasco and lowered his voice. “Captain, I think there might be something wrong with the wo— whoah. The wom— oh. Hm.” He wobbled and doubled over much like Pasco had.

“I can’t!” Sendia squeaked suddenly. “I can’t I can’t I can’t!” She kept chanting until she had fumbled her belt undone and slipped down her trousers, revealing a bouncing erection. As her hands wrapped around her shaft, she let out the most luxurious sigh of utter relief that Ada had ever heard.

And that was saying something — luxurious sighs of utter relief were kind of Pasco’s thing.

All eyes — except for Sendia’s, which were rolling back in bliss — were on Pasco and Ada.

Ada squeaked. “I think the fruit is magic but I swear we thought it wasn’t!”

Missa groaned, her hand now down the front of her own trousers. “L-like sex magic?”

Teoda had pressed her legs together and then melted over the edge of the rock, her ass waving in the air.

Forte saw it and was a man transfixed. The force of his own erection was actually splitting the front seam of his trousers. His massive shoulders heaved with the panting of his breath.

Teoda wiggled her trousers off and buried her fingers in herself, and Ada leaned over to see wetness running down her leg.

“F-Forte,” Teoda gasped, dragging her eyes up to him, “F-fuck me right now!”

Forte was already on his feet. Not even bothering with his belt, he put his hands to his trousers and fully split the front seam, his shaft bursting forth and throbbing to its full length just as he thrust himself deep into Teoda.

She screamed with ecstasy.

Ada’s hand was pressed over her open mouth, and though she felt anxious, she didn’t feel guilty. They were all obviously enjoying it.

Missa had wiggled her own pants down to her knees and was sitting on her heels, cupping a breast in one hand and her sex in the other.

Ada finally remembered that Missa had asked her a question. “Y-yes! Like, um, sex magic. I think… the fruit is an aphrodisiac.”

“Oh,” Forte growled, somehow having found words again, “You think?” He pounded into Teoda with a wet slapping sound. 

She slid back and forth along the rock, her face melted with pure bliss. “F-Forte I’m coming!” Her voice became a scream and then stayed caught in one long note of pleasure that rose and fell with each of her many, many orgasms.

Sendia’s eyes had been on Teoda but she found Missa then, her flat chest heaving. “M-Missa, I-I—”

With urgency, Missa shifted on the rock so that she was directly in front of Sendia, leaving a trail of wetness behind her. “Y-yes, Sendia, come on me!”

Sendia screamed, her whole body tensing, and she came so hard that her first few spurts painted Missa’s breasts. The rest spilled out over her slender hands, dripping to the rock below in a growing puddle of milky white.

“Oh Sendia!” Missa tilted her head back and she too came, squirting her own fem-cum onto the rock. It mingled with Sendia’s puddle and something about that must have touched a sensitive nerve deep within Missa because she rocked right into a second orgasm, and then a third, until her own fluids washed Sendia’s away.

Forte’s feral growl was the only warning of his impending climax, which arrived with such force and volume that his seed flowed back out around his shaft and onto the sand below.

Ada expected that all would become still, then. She said, “Guess I’m cooking tomorrow after all.”

But, though the dampness in the sand between Forte’s feet grew larger and larger, he never entirely stopped thrusting. He remained firm and increased his pace again as the sensitivity faded, fucking Teoda even harder.

Teoda was thrilled with this turn of events, screaming her way through another cluster of orgasms.

Missa descended greedily on Sendia’s dripping hands and shaft, licking them clean. She then dropped to her belly in the puddle she’d made and pushed Sendia back against the rock, sucking her towards another orgasm.

One of Missa’s hands remained buried in her own sex, which still flowed wetness onto the rock.

Ada and Pasco looked on in awe, each intensely aroused but too curious to do anything about it but watch the other pirates fuck.

After another few minutes, Sendia started hyperventilating again. Missa sucked another orgasm from her, gulping down the prodigious volume even as she quivered through her own climax.

Forte seemed to have some greater warning of his next peak and he said, “I’m gonna pump you so fucking full!” And then he did, his seed spurting back around his shaft again.

Teoda seemed already floating in the afterglow, even with Forte still pounding into her, and her eyes glistened happily as she drooled on the rock.

Then, finally, they stilled.

Forte half-rolled half-fell back into the sand. He lay spread eagle, his grin towards the sun, his shaft still twitching and a few further beads of clear fluid leaking from his tip.

Missa lay on her stomach, her cheek on a pillow of her arms. Sendia had collapsed on top of her, her whole body on the pillow of Missa.

Ada, lacking such release, felt her heart still pounding vigorously.

Teoda stirred, pulling further onto the rock and turning over on her back. The muscular woman sighed, the movement dislodging a thick rivulet of Forte’s seed from her vulva, which ran warmly down her leg and into the sand. “S-seriously though,” she said, tilting her head back so that she could look at Ada upside-down. “Where did you find those mangos?”

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Part 6: Partners, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 32: Too Good

Ada noticed more and more that Pasco was a planner. He considered most things well in advance. He also seemed to also have a strong idea of how things should and shouldn’t be and yet a deep and sensitive consideration for the feelings of others.

She had never seen that combination before, and it was already making her wet as he pondered through the math of what she’d asked for.

He needed a space where she could be comfortable, and yet securely bound, and yet not break anything too important when she eventually became a dragon.

He combed the forest nearby for the right set of trees, and was finally satisfied by four thick trunks arranged in almost a square. They were sturdy enough that the ropes would snap before the trees did, allowing them to use the space again, and wide enough apart that she would not trample them as she transformed.

With a cutlass, he cleared out the underbrush and arranged the branches and leaves evenly, spreading a piece of old sail canvas over the padding. He tested it with his own weight, jumping on it and falling onto it from various angles.

As Ada watched, her heart flittered at his careful, thoughtful attention. Though he was about to ravage her, he was sparing no thought as to how to make it as pleasant as possible for her.

Some time later, she realized with a giggle that his planful preparation had turned to stalling.

He seemed startled by the noise and turned to her, then blushed. “What?”

“You’re just procrastinating, aren’t you?”

“No!” He blushed brighter.

She giggled mischievously.

He cleared his throat, checking each of the knots of the four tree trunks one last time, and beckoned her over.

She eagerly heeled to his feet.

He took her by the shoulders and looked down at her, her grey eyes full of concern.

Her own eyes were dilated with arousal, she was sure.

“Promise me,” he said, “that if you don’t love what’s happening, you’ll tell me to stop.”

“Silly, I’m not supposed to—”

He shook her, gently. “Promise me.”

She understood that she could be as bratty as she wanted soon, but she needed to be earnest in this moment. She cupped his kind cheeks in her hands. “I promise you that if I am not loving it, I will tell you to stop. I will say ‘red’. No matter how much I beg or plead or moan or grumble or scream, I am loving it, unless I say ‘red’.”

Pasco gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing under the soft skin of his throat. Out of arousal? Nerves? Both?

She continued, “And, um, if you leave marks… I think I’d really like that.”

“Noted.” He took a deep breath and let a wolfish grin spread across his face, then he used his grip at her shoulders to spin her around, pulling her hungrily back into him so that her back pressed against his chest.

His hand came up to press her neck back into him, fingers holding her jaw in place, voice brushing at her ear.

“My my my…” he growled. “What a pretty little dragon I’ve caught for myself…”

Ada whimpered and would have collapsed to the ground if he hadn’t been holding her so firmly. “A-are you going to e-eat me?”

“Yes, but very… very… slowly… and I’m going to make you watch.”

Ada gasped and wriggled, but Pasco’s arms were unmovable. He held her like a vice.

Still with a sultry command, he said, “How is this for you?”

“G-good,” Ada stammered.

Pasco tilted her head to the side, slowly enough that she could have stopped him if the angle was bad, and ran his tongue from the tip of her shoulder, all the way up her neck, and over her ear. She whimpered and shivered. 

“Good,” he crooned, “you’re going to taste especially good if you feel good.”

“F-fuck,” Ada quivered, “you’re g-good at this.”

“And I’ve only just begun,” he said, twisting her and shoving her back onto the makeshift mattress. 

She gasped at the weightless feeling and before she could do anything, he was on top of her, straddling her hips. He centered himself where her waist nipped in so that she was locked between his legs without him pressing down on her particularly hard. That frustrated her, she would have much preferred he be over her hips because her sex was throbbing now.

His erection rested against her chest, and then he stroked himself for a few moments as Ada just gazed up at him.

“Yes, you look quite good right here. But a tasty dragon snack needs to be roasted.”

His reach was long enough and his preparation thoughtful enough that without him needing to lift his hips off of her, all four ropes were in reach.

In a bid to keep use of her hands longer, she reached out and started to stroke him.

He sighed in a condescending sort of way. “Naughty naughty. Little dragons don’t get to set the pace. Don’t be greedy.”

She yelped, amazed that he knew her intentions so implicitly. What had she gotten herself into?

Something wonderful, she was sure, as he stretched one of her arms over her head and tied a rope around it. She was still too dizzy from his last command to put up any sort of fight.

After both her hands were secured, she tugged against the ropes.

Pasco saw her intent and squeezed her between his legs, keeping her in place. “Down girl. Stay.”

Ada’s muscles went slack again and she put up no fight as he turned and bound each of her ankles. She was now spread eagle on the sail cloth.

“Alright.” He eased back, kneeling next to her. “Test that tension out for me. What do you think? I want my little dragon to marinate. Pleasantly.

Ada blinked, taking a long moment to fully comprehend what he was asking, and then she tugged against the ropes. And then she struggled. He had left her enough slack that she could press her legs together.

“A-a little tighter on my legs, please.”

Pasco nodded and complied. “How’s there?”

“A little more.”

“How about that?”

“That’s… yeah. Perfect.”

Her legs were held firmly apart, her outer labia spread, her sex open. Vulnerable. The warm night air flowing over her. She struggled in earnest now, testing the strength of the ropes, proving to herself that she would not be going anywhere.

“Excellent,” he said, leaning over her. “And just so that you’re sure you can’t escape…” He opened the locket and a gentle melody spilled out.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Ada moaned.

“Now,” he said, “Let me get a taste…” He leaned down and licked her breasts, sucked at her nipples, and she moaned and gasped at the intense sensation. He carried his tongue up from her breast across her collarbone, up her neck and over her face, and she trembled happily under him.

He ran kisses up each of her limbs. He sucked on her fingers, which made her slaver and moan. He sucked on her toes, and she twitched at the ticklish sensation, unable to escape but also undeniably aroused.

Finally, he kneeled over her again. “And just look at this,” he said. He ran two fingers up between her inner labia.

Her back arched as much as it could and she moaned.

He pulled his hand away, glistening wet, and licked her off his fingers in a sensual display. “What a sweet little snack.”

Ada panted helplessly under him.

He dipped his fingers again and pressed them into her mouth and she sucked on them. “That’s a good little dragon. I like it when you taste yourself.”

As he withdrew his fingers he paused, affording Ada a chance to become capable of conscious thought again.

“Ugh, y-you’re too good at this…” she grumbled. “It shouldn’t be allowed…”

“I thought you wanted me to be good at this,” he crooned.

Ada huffed. “I mean, no! But yes! Ugh.”

“What a pretty little predicament you’ve gotten yourself tied up in.”

Ada’s brain turned fuzzy again.

“That’s right, my little dragon. Shhhhhh. Now, before I eat you… I think I’ll use you. For my pleasure.”

“U-use me?”

“Yes, I’m going to fuck you senseless.”

“N-no, anything but that!” Yes, exactly that.

“Well, is there anything you can do about it?” Pasco asked.

Ada struggled against the restraints with renewed fervor.

“Uh oh. Looks like, nope. You’re stuck here and I am going to ravage you.”

That kicked off a moan of pleasure that lasted until Pasco’s tip was pressed against her entrance. She gasped, moaned, her hips bucking towards him. “P-please, no…”

He took his shaft in his hand and ran his tip back and forth, just inside her inner labia.

“No,” she whimpered, “Please no, it’s gonna feel…”

He pressed just a bit further inside of her.

“It’s gonna feel…”

His tip teased her clenching muscles. Her legs were firmly tied apart, there was no way she could press them together, to stop or slow what was about to happen.

“It’s gonna feel too good!” she screamed, as he pressed fully inside of her.

“Too good?” he said, staying there.

Her sex throbbed in waves of teasing pleasure around him and she quivered. “W-way too good,” she gasped.

“How is such a thing possible?” he crooned. He started thrusting in her.

Ada just moaned mindlessly. Minutes passed like that, Pasco fading back into his own pleasure, fucking her to his preferred rhythm.

Especially with her legs spread out, she couldn’t clench or grind or do any of the things that would have brought her more sensation. It was absolutely, delightfully, torturing.

“P-please,” she gasped, “s-stop it f-feels… it feels too good…”

Pasco grinned wolfishly down at her and growled, nibbling the base of her neck.

“Harder!” she gasped.

He bit her in earnest.

She screamed with delight.

He paused. “Was that too hard?”

“That was great,” she panted. “You could even go a little bit h-harder.”

He started to bite down again.

“But not on the same spot!”

He chose a new spot and bit down harder than before, and Ada gasped and writhed. Her body instinctively tried to recoil from the pain, but she was tightly held, and her mind quivered with arousal.

“How was that?”

“P-perfect,” Ada gasped.

He thrust into her suddenly and she moaned.

“It seems like you really can’t stand this,” he said.

“I c-can’t…”

“And it’s not even the locket holding you back, is it?”

“Nooo…” she whined. “You f-feel so good but I c-can’t come…”

“Then there won’t be any harm if I do this.”

Do what?

Pasco snapped the locket shut, quieting the song. He started to fuck her in earnest, with primal, growling need, and she understood his intent. He was going to come in her and there was nothing she could do about it. It was going to be wonderful torture.

“No! No, please! You c-can’t do that to me…”

“I can and I will.”

“P-please stop! You can’t do this to me!” He pounded her into the makeshift mattress. She floated on heady pleasure. “Please, no… no…” She wished that she was teetering on the edge, but she was not.

Even as Pasco pressed more fully into her, providing more sensation to her clit, there was no hint of release. It wasn’t that it wasn’t enough to make her climax, so much that it just wasn’t the right type of stimulation to make her climax. Its effect was to make her whole body feel hot and dizzy in the most wonderful, agonizing way.

“I can’t take it, I can’t take it if you—”

“Fuck, I’m gonna pump you so full!”

Ada screamed with a mix of frustration and ecstasy, her body quivering with sympathetic pleasure as he pounded his climax into her.

As he finished, ‘spent’ was not anywhere close to a word that she would use to describe him. He smirked up at her, not going soft in the least, and thrust into her again, slowly this time.

She whimpered.

He pressed up into her, just to tease her, and paused.

“Check in,” he said. “How are you feeling?”

“Uuuuuuugh,” Ada moned.

“Is that a good ‘ugh’ or a bad ‘ ugh’?”

“Gooood… though I’m already so hazy at this point, if you did that again I’d just… float… away…”

“Hmmm.” Pasco considered this, resting his cheek on her breast. “I wouldn’t want that.” He pushed himself back up onto his knees and opened the locket.

“W-what are you doing?”

He gripped his hands around her thighs and leaned down. “Keeping you riiiight here… just where I want you…”

And he pressed his tongue into her, licking her vigorously, and she was panting and shaking again in short order. 

His tongue reached up and into her even more than usual. He paused a moment to lick his lips. “Gods, I taste so good mixed with you.”

That sent a quiver of near-orgasmic pleasure through her and he milked that to full denial. 

“No no no no, please!”

He gave her a moment’s respite, her chest heaving, and then set upon her again.

“Noooo,” she whined, “you feel too good…”

He moaned into her. “I love it when you say that.”

“It’s true! You feel so f-fucking good I can’t s-stand it…”

He licked her greedily and soon had her pressed against the wall of another denied climax.

He sat back to watch her as he let her shake. “That’s another pretty little predicament, isn’t it. You can’t help but beg… but I love it when you do… and so I push you to the edge again. The closer you are, the more you beg… the closer you are… the more you beg…”

Ada’s whole body vibrated, sending tremors through the ropes like a fly in a spider’s web and she whimpered. “It’s n-not fair…”

“Do you want it to be fair?”

All Ada could do was pout at him, but he wiped that off her face with another long lick that had her eyes rolling back with ecstasy.

“P-please let me come, please! I n-need it! I need it so bad!”

“That’s not true,” he said, tracing teasing fingers over her stomach. “You’re a dirty little liar, aren’t you. Be honest.”

Ada dropped down into a hot, thick water, struggling to stay afloat and pulling herself back up to conscious thought.

“I said, be honest. Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m t-trying, what do you want?”

“Well, do you need to… or do you want to?”

Ada leaped at the opportunity to please him. “I want it! I want it so bad, oh gods, I want it so bad…” She wanted to pull at the ropes but she was too tired from all her prior shaking, so she just hung there. “Please… please I want it so bad…”

“Hm. Maybe. But not yet. I’m not done using you.”

“No. Oh no. Not that, please.”

“Yes, that.” He loomed over her, stroking himself, preparing.

With the unnatural edge that the sirens’ magic held her on, she might actually come like this. Or, try to.

“B-but you’ll take longer this time! You j-just came!”

“Yes,” he said. “Exactly.”

“D-don’t, no, I c-can’t, please, no, don’t—” but the part that she really meant, the part that she screamed as he entered her, was “fuck me!

This time, he fucked her hard right from the start, his refractory period lending him extra endurance.

His body pressed her into the sailcloth and the ecstasy from him pressed her into the wall of denial of the song. She was so perfectly, wonderfully, crushed. Pleasure oozed out of her like juice squeezed from a grape, like her mind dribbling out from her ears.

As he fucked her to his own climax, growling so primally as he did, her sympathetic ecstasy tilted her into a real predicament. She edged. And edged again.

As he withdrew from her, the pleasure of it sent her over again.

He felt it all, through the locket.

Then again. And again. Even without him touching her at all, just the feeling of being so close to him sent her wordlessly spasming again.

She would have edged endlessly and into insanity if Pasco had not had the sensitivity to take a few big steps back and close the locket.

All of the tension screamed out of her body like a ballista firing, and she echoed between dragon and human even more intensely than she had at the sirens’ hands.

It was completely beyond her comprehension, and her mind broke in utter bliss until she finally came to senses, panting in a puddle in the center of the sail cloth. The ropes hung slack from the four trees, snapped from the force of her transformation, though the trees themselves held firm. 

Pasco kneeled at her head, his knees in the puddle. Her head was cradled on his thighs and he had drawn her hair over them. He was running his fingers through, and the sensation was soft and perfect.

“Is this alright?” he asked.

“Y-yes… this is… perfect…”

“How was that?”

“You’re… ngh, so fucking good at that.”

“So it was… it was good?”

“It was so good, Pasco, you have no idea…”

“I really don’t,” he whispered softly. “But I believe you.”

She realized, through her haze, that she was perhaps being selfish. “How was it for you?”

“Well, it felt a bit awkward… until I started to see how much you were really enjoying it. The way you said it was ‘too good’ that… that really worked for me.”

She snuggled into his lap. “So you like torturing me with pleasure?”

He chuckled and brushed his fingers over her forehead. “I really do. I didn’t know if I would but… I like learning things with you.”

“I really like that, too.”

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