Part 6: Denoument, The Alchemist's Illusions

Chapter 50: Spit Roast

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Seems good,” Linza said.

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

Linza turned to look pointedly at Grun.

He pouted. “Slowly?!

“Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Still comfy?” Grun asked.

“Put something inside of meeee…” she whined.

He obliged, slipping a finger inside. 

She gasped, gripping the padding under her fingertips.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tanyth nodded.

“Teach me how?”

Tanyth grinned, then obliged.

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

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

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

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

Linza gulped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Grun perked. “That’s a happy noise?”

“It’s a happy noise,” Linza managed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Linza’s body twitched with anticipation.

“Greedy, aren’t you?” Grun said.

Linza moaned affirmation into Tanyth’s shaft.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“F-fuck, Linza, you feel so good…”

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

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

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

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

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

She couldn’t stand it any longer.

She wanted it to never stop.

Tanyth’s body tensed, their breathing caught.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Grun thrust into her again.

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

“S-stay still if you can.”

“Alright.” Grun obliged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 21: Field Research

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then the guest dropped her robe.

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

“Please will you have me?”

“Don’t I please you most?”

“I’ll pleasure you the best.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was the kindest thing they possibly could have done.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Part 2: Training, The Alchemist's Illusions

Chapter 15: Practice Makes Pleasure

Tanyth had enlisted a few other coworkers for the last phase of Linza’s training, which was simply practical application.

She wasn’t sure if this was how they normally did things, or if Tanyth was trying to account for Linza’s faux pas by bringing more staff into the equation. Regardless, she was grateful. If Tanyth had tried to soldier ahead and offer to be the subject for her first practice, it would have forced her to find the words to decline.

As it were, her first subject would be the same plump woman who had tried and failed to introduce herself that first day in the break room—Molly.

Linza’s training would start with the screen pulled aside. Linza sat on her stool, Molly on the bamboo mat. It was just the two of them and they were both naked.

Linza took a deep breath to steady herself. Molly was easy to be around, but a few pangs of anxiety still swirled in Linza’s stomach. “What do you like?”

“Well, let’s start simple. And have a bit of fun! Tanyth told me about your octopus mermaid!” Molly wiggled her fingers at Linza. “That sounds like loads of fun.”

Linza traced the gestures for a minor illusion, and an unmoving but lifesized image of the mermaid appeared next to them.

“Delightful!” Molly said.

Linza was surprised to find that while she had little experience with this sort of thing in actuality, her writing and fantasies had given her ample opportunity to think through the logistics, so she knew what questions to ask next.

“Which orifices may she grace?”

Molly giggled. “Mouth and pussy, please! No ass.”

“No ass, got it. What about tentacle bondage?”

Molly considered this. “Not on the first go. I just want a nice squooshy tentacle to fuck me, and to have something nice to suck on, y’know?”

“I do know,” Linza said. “And, I can imagine. Okay, so, last question. Do you want it to start gradually, or right away?”

“I want that fucking tentacle inside of me right now.” Molly’s eyes widened with eagerness.

The abrupt enthusiasm was enough to bring Linza back from her academic tone to a flush of arousal.

“Alright, here we go.”

“Oooh!” Molly said. “This is my favorite part.”

Linza started chanting and traced her fingers through the air. The crystal focus that she wore on a necklace vibrated against her chest.

The mermaid climbed up from the floor as if there were a portal to the sea there. Her hair floated around her like she was still underwater. She looked down upon Molly with a hungry look, licked her lips, and then descended on the plump woman.

As the illusory tentacle entered Molly’s sex, Molly moaned with delight. The moan was then muffled by the other tentacle that pushed its way into her mouth. There was not actually anything physical interrupting Molly’s speech, but her mind would be very convinced that she couldn’t speak and that the tentacle was why.

Then the mermaid started up a rhythm and gleefully fucked Molly.

Linza was able to watch better this time, now that she was not already in the midst of her own arousal, like she had been with Wyn.

Linza was aware simultaneously of what was actually happening and what Molly felt like was happening. The oddest thing about Phantasmal Force is that it exerted no ‘force’ at all.

When this spell was used in combat, it wasn’t the body but rather the psyche that it could damage. It sapped the will and energy of the person.

And so now Linza realized—and wondered why she hadn’t thought of it before—that the very same magic could also bolster the subject’s will and energy.

The mind was the true seat of pleasure. And so it made sense that a mutual illusion, applied thoughtfully, could be incredibly effective.

Linza noticed that it took far less effort to hold the illusion this way than in a combat scenario. She expected this to be because of several factors: her energies did not have to overcome the subject’s, and the subject likely lent some of their own energy to the spell with their enthusiastic participation—even a subject like Molly, who had no magical training at all.

Linza focused on Molly’s pleasure and attentively tuned the illusion. Faster or slower. Giving Molly a break from the tentacle in her mouth, but only for a moment. The mermaid caressed Molly from behind, running fingertips over her nipples.

Molly’s moaning reached the pre-orgasmic pitch with which Linza was now well attuned. And Linza had learned from her observations that when Molly was on the edge, she wanted more.

The mermaid grasped at Molly’s breasts, fucking her harder and adding her own moans to the experience.

Molly quivered into release, her plump curves turning to mesmerizing ripples, her groans of orgasmic pleasure muffled by the tentacle in her mouth. 

Just as Molly finally relaxed, the magic quivered within Linza like a slippery fish. Then, it was out of her hands and the illusion was gone.

Molly licked her lips and swallowed, sighing. “Yeah… nicely done!”

As the magic fully receded from Linza, she felt suddenly exhausted. She wobbled on the stool and would have fallen had Molly not lunged towards her and caught her by the elbow. Molly helped her gently down, then knocked on the door to the hallway and called for water and snacks.

Those arrived a moment later, Tanyth carrying a tray and a look of concern in their eye.

Linza waved them off, hoping it looked like she was being polite. The true reason was that nausea curled in her stomach.

“C’mon,” Tanyth said gently, “You know your blood sugar is crashing. Just eat a little something.”

Linza acquiesced and was immediately grateful. Her stomach settled and her shaking evened out. The sensation was unmistakable, though one she hadn’t experienced in a while. She had pushed right up to the edge of her spell casting capacity. Eating something simple was helpful, but a good night’s rest was the only cure. 

“How long was that?” Molly asked Tanyth.

“Almost twenty five minutes,” they said.

“Really?” Linza said. “No wonder I feel like I just pulled three all-nighters!” She had been right that she could hold the illusion much longer with a willing subject, but ten minutes was already over double what she should have been able to do in a day. Twenty five! Had it really been that long? She’d been so focused on Molly, she supposed that it could have been. Time flew when she focused like that.

“Molly was supposed to stop you after twenty…” Tanyth said, just a hint of scolding in their voice.

Molly squeaked and put her face in her hands. “Sorry! I lost track of time! It felt so good…”

Linza reached over to pat Molly’s shoulder. “There was no way in hell I was leaving you hanging there. So, don’t blame yourself.”

“Bless you, Linza. As long as you’re alright.”

“Yeah, I used to have to do this all the time, for class. It’s just been a while. Plus, I can sleep in tomorrow.” There was still one more day in the weekend.

Tanyth nodded. “You should sleep here at the estate. I’ll have the madame set aside a room for you.”

Linza folded her arms and smirked. “Are you worried about me?”

Tanyth rolled their eyes. “Not anymore, if you’re talking like that. But still. You’ll just fall asleep on the trolley and miss your stop if you go back now.”

“Hm. True.” She did feel like she was already about to nod off.

“And you may as well take tomorrow off, too. Usually, we’re trying to work somebody up to fifteen minutes, and then to seventeen or eighteen as a little bit of buffer. You have, as per usual, over-achieved.”

Emotions tumbled within Linza. Excitement at the complement. Renewed anxiety about her ignored confession. Anticipation at what Tanyth’s pronouncement meant. “Wait, so does that mean I’m ready to go on the schedule?”

“If you feel like you’re ready, then you’re ready. We have some patrons that are happy to book with newer staff, to help you ease in.”

“I am so ready!” Linza said.

“But tomorrow, you rest,” Tanyth said.

Their tone of gentle command, the cleric in them coming out, sent Linza’s emotions swirling again.

“Mhm,” Molly patted her hand. “I’m taking you out to lunch.”

In Linza’s excitement, she forgot that she was exhausted. As she pushed up to her feet again, her blood did not follow her head, and her vision blacked out.

Molly caught her again and lay her gently down to the mat. “Shhhh.”

Linza was sleepy enough to stay there. Molly slipped her robe back on and then scooped Linza up into her arms. Linza’s cheek rested against Molly’s breast as Molly carried Linza up to an empty room in the neighboring inn.

Even before Molly had finished tucking her in, Linza was asleep. 


Linza awoke with the sort of dry mouth and headache that both alcohol-induced and magic-induced hangovers shared.

Gauging by the sun overhead, it was almost midday. It was not just the previous day’s exhaustion that she was recovering from, but all the nights of restless sleep as well.

She might actually sleep easy now, though. She’d done it! She was on the schedule!

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Part 2: Phase II, The Black Box

Chapter 10: Tentacles

John wrote the first half of his review for the side-scroller that afternoon. He grinned to himself the whole time, partly at the memory of the game and partly with anticipation for his next session with Arya.

As he put on the headset that evening, he found himself more ready than usual to cut right to the chase with Arya. Well, almost.

“I realized, it’s not until this point that I’ve seen you… uh, be pleasured, I guess,” John said.

“How do you feel about that?” Arya said, genuine.

“I… well, I’m excited. I know you can’t really feel left out since…”

“Since I’m a porn game?”

John snorted a laugh. “Well, yeah. But… it’ll be nice to see you feeling good.”

“I agree,” Arya said. “I’m really excited. Like… really really excited. I’ve been dreaming about it. And I’m…” she lifted her mini skirt, revealing soaked panties and a rivulet of wetness running down the inside of her thigh. “Like, really wet.”

John gulped. “That’s… not very realistic, you know.”

“I know,” Arya said, “but it’s hot isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” John gasped.

“It’s just really, fucking, hot.” Arya started to touch herself over the top of her panties. A thicker strand of wetness ran down the insides of both of her thighs, and she gasped with pleasure. After a moment she lifted her hand to look at it. It was soaking wet, strings of sticky wetness hanging between her fingers and her panties.

John was already a heart-pounding mess. He quickly undressed, lest he lose the capacity to and be forced to do even more laundry. He settled in on the couch again, getting his ass and plug ready as he watched Arya drip from her panties.

It was as if everything about this scenario was designed to arouse him intensely. He realized that, in fact, it was. How many of these elements had she picked up from their game of Porn Tinder?

She bit her lip, smiling at him. Then she slipped the panties off, tossing them at his face. He could have sworn he smelled a whiff of her scent. As the panties dissolved into glimmering light, the skin of his face prickled.

Her labia were slick and puffy, and with her panties gone, the wetness flowed more freely. She touched herself, moaning and gasping happily, and John did the same as he inserted his plug.

Once he was settled, she said, “Good! I’m glad you’re ready. I could hardly wait anymore.” She put her hand in her mouth and sucked herself off of her fingers, tantalizingly thorough, showing John that she could indeed wait if it meant teasing him. Finally, she put her hand down and called out, “Okay buddy, come on out!”

More lights glimmered and coalesced into an anemone-like figure, with dozens of tendrilly tentacles each longer than Arya was tall and as thick as an arm. Arya grinned salaciously and reached out, gently taking one of the tendrils in her hand. She looked back at John.

“You and my friend here have a lot in common,” she said. She started stroking her hands up and down the length of the tentacle. “You both like to… make a mess.”

The rest of the tentacles quivered and the base of the creature twitched. As Arya pumped her hands along the tentacle it swelled at the base. The swelling traveling towards the tip until a burst of clear, viscous liquid flowed out over Arya’s hands and arms. She grinned, scooping some into her mouth, then rubbed it over her body. It burned her clothes until they were tattered and patchy, only barely still attached, breasts free and socks full of holes.

John watched her, stroking himself, rapt.

“Alright buddy,” Arya said. “Do your thing.”

The previously demure creature suddenly threw its tentacles around Arya, picking her up off of the floor and holding her over itself. She rested on a bed of tentacles and it wrapped tendrils around each of her wrists and ankles, spreading her arms and her legs, letting more of her wetness spill out and onto the tentacles below.

“God, yes,” she breathed. She tugged her arms in, testing the strength of the tentacles. They yielding only slightly, then held firm. “I love it when I can’t stop you from—” before she could finish, one of the tentacles pressed between her labia, quickly disappearing inside. “Aaaaaah!”

John was at the edge already, but Arya would know when he came, and then she might stop. And he didn’t want that. So he’d have to do his best to go slowly. He wished that she could restrain his hands, so that he’d have an easier time of it. Maybe he’d ask about that later, but for now, he was on his own.

The creature slipped its tentacle in and out, past her labia, drawing wonderful moans from Arya. After a minute it pressed another tentacle at her lips. She licked at it eagerly, drawing a drizzle of the clear fluid from its tip, which she happily lapped at and drank. The stream grew larger until it was spilling out over her chin and chest, melting what was left of her shirt. 

The tentacle trembled. John recognized the signs of desperat desire and wanting even in such an alien creature. It thrust its tentacle into her mouth. With a happy “mmmph!” she took it in, tongue lapping at it.

The tentacle between her labia started to throb, and another knot formed at its base and slowly rolled towards her, finally dumping a load of sticky clear cum that poured out around the tentacle and down the curve of her ass. John expected that this would be only the first of many such distributions.

Another tentacle tentatively wandered up to Arya’s ass, and she nodded insistently even with the other tentacle in her throat, and this new one plunged in too. Her cheeks went rosy, her eyes rolled back, and John recognized in her the kind of blissy overwhelm that she was so good at inducing in him.

Other tentacles swirled around her body, stroking her, releasing gobs of fluid at random intervals that melted the rest of her clothes until she was totally naked and coated in shiny, dripping fluid.

A tentacle caressed each of her breasts and one came to rest its tip on her clit, working it in small circles.

She drank more and more from the tentacle in her mouth, as the one in her vagina distributed another load, this one gushing forcefully back out around it. Unlimited by gravity or oxygen or muscle soreness, Arya could have floated in that blissy vision infinitely.

John, on the other hand, was not going to last nearly so long. Every time a tentacle dumped another load onto Arya, a drip of pre-cum escaped his own shaft.

The scene seemed to escalate in time with his own building arousal, tentacles twisting faster, Arya moaning louder, gobs of clear cum flowing out from this or that tentacle near constantly.

The creature seemed to reach a fever pitch, free tentacles waving wildly, spurting cum like garden hoses, creating a growing puddle in the middle of his living room.

John’s ass clenched around the plug, the first pre-orgasmic wave of pleasure.

He didn’t want this vision to end. He’d even neglected to get lube, as a way of slowing himself down. But his pre-cum had accumulated, and it was slick, and his hand was sliding easily over his shaft now, and Arya was moaning, and the tentacles were oozing and thrashing, and his ass was clenching, and her breasts were bouncing, and the tentacle slid in and out of her labia, in and out, and another load ran through it and spurted out around it, and Arya was gulping and swallowing, and John was coming.

He was coming so hard.

The scene ramped down as John’s climax did, and the tentacles released Arya and formed a bed to cradle her instead. She sighed happily and snuggled in. “That was great for me,” she said, voice raspy from the tentacle that had been down her throat. “How was it for you?”

It took a long moment for words to float back to the surface of John’s brain. “Yeah… great…”

“Glad to hear it,” Arya said sleepily. “I’ll need to dream on it, but I’m pretty sure that finishes up phase two of calibration…”

What came next, John could not possibly imagine, but he was very excited to see.

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