Chapter 28: Under the Table

Linza made her way over to the private dining area behind the one-way mirrors. There were about a dozen tables and four were occupied—five after Linza sat down.

The folks in the room looked like regular patrons. Sipping tea, reading the paper, scribbling in a notebook.

The one-way mirrors ran nearly floor to ceiling, and the view through to the rest of the teahouse was clear. It was easy to forget that the rest of the teahouse couldn’t see you. And that was the point.

Linza snuck glances at the other patrons, trying to figure which one was here for Tanyth. In the back corner was an older man with salt and pepper hair smoothed back and an emerald corduroy suit. Linza would have bet a whole night’s pay that was him. Everything about his demeanor said ‘gentleman’.

Tanyth dropped off her tea with the usual formalities and then fluttered over to the gentleman. They leaned close to him and spoke quietly, pressing their fingers to their lips.

But it was improper to stare—those were not the parameters of this experience—so Linza sipped her tea and watched idly out over the teahouse.

Fortunately, she didn’t have to wait long. Tanyth stopped by the main counter to end their shift, though it wouldn’t appear to the other patrons that they had.

They carried a little tray of shortbread cookies with them as they returned to the private room. They delivered these to the gentleman, with whom they shared another flurry of whispers.

Tanyth picked up one cookie and placed it between the gentleman’s lips, and he bit off a piece. Then he took the rest of the cookie and licked playfully at Tanyth’s fingers. Tanyth blushed and giggled.

The two continued, the gentleman becoming more forward, licking further up Tanyth’s hand, making their skin flush.

It was impossible to see through their skirt, but Linza knew that underneath the petticoats was a throbbing erection.

If Linza snuck a glance at the gentleman’s face, she could just make out what he was saying by the movement of his lips. He placed a hand on Tanyth’s waist. “Come, now. Haven’t you got any other sweet treats for me?” He beamed up at them like they were the loveliest thing in the whole world.

Linza’s heart twinged, just a little. She was happy to know that Tanyth cared for her. But she still wished for someone to beam at her that way, someday.

The gentleman’s hand slipped around to the small of Tanyth’s back. Tanyth said something from behind their fingers and he laughed.

“Oh,” he said. “Clumsy me, you’ve got a touch of crumbs.” He brushed off the front of Tanyth’s skirts but pressed more firmly than necessary.

Tanyth’s eyes fluttered at the stimulation, the gentleman finding their erection through the petticoats.

“I-I think I’m quite clean now,” Tanyth said.

“Still, something seems to be bothering you,” he said.

“N-nothing at all! You’re a perfect gentleman,” they said.

“Hm. Perhaps therein lies the conflict… Am I being too much the gentleman and not enough the man?”

Tanyth’s eyes widened as they fanned their heated cheeks with a delicate hand. “What are you saying?”

He reached out and caught Tanyth’s hand and pressed it to his lips. Lingered.

Tanyth gasped, looked faint.

He reached towards them with his other hand, but conspicuously knocked the empty tray onto the floor. “Would you look at that? Clumsy me.”

He kneeled down to get it.

“Oh, you must let me!” Tanyth said.

“No, no, let me be a gentleman.”

Linza was not the only one whose sidelong glances became more and more frequent. The idea was for them to both watch and pretend to not watch.

The gentleman kneeled to the floor and looked up.

Everyone else glanced quickly away.

There was a rustling of fabric, and then the gentleman was gone.

Tanyth gasped. They made a show of rearranging their skirts, only partly succeeding at disguising the movements underneath.

Linza thought this kind of complicit voyeurism was quite clever. You didn’t actually need to be subtle. You just had to pretend to be, and everyone else would also pretend you were. So, you could have a bit more fun.

Tanyth’s eyes fluttered and their skin flushed even brighter and they clutched their skirts. The gentleman’s clever tongue had found their shaft.

Tanyth did their best to contain themselves, but a few gasps and squeaks still escaped. And that was what made it especially exciting—how a dress falling off a shoulder could be more arousing than a nude.

Linza wanted dearly to watch Tanyth’s face more closely, but she couldn’t outright stare. Or… could she?

Linza imagined herself sitting there and reading a newspaper. She held out her hands like she might have held the paper. She traced the gesture for a minor illusion, and the newspaper appeared propped on the table in front of her. To those convinced by the illusion, it would be opaque. To Linza, it was translucent like the mirrored windows.

Nobody had been paying her any mind, so she expected it would be convincing. And even if another patron noticed the illusion, them catching her in such shameless voyeurism would be its own fun, wouldn’t it?

She stared right at Tanyth’s face.

They were beautiful. Their cheeks flushed, their eyes fluttering. They bit their lip as they attempted to stay quiet, to play it off. Their blue pigtails bounced as they trembled.

A few minutes passed like that.

Tanyth shook. They wouldn’t be able to stand much longer. They awkwardly shuffled and then sat down where the gentleman had been, turning to face the table and scooting the chair as close to it as they could.

And then their expression melted into bliss again.

They propped up a menu in front of their face, but Linza could still see their pigtails quivering.

And so several more minutes passed. Linza’s illusory newspaper must have been convincing, because a patron across from her slipped their own hand under the table. He was out of sight for everyone except Linza, and she had a clear view right under his table to where he unbuttoned his trousers and carefully released his throbbing shaft.

He stared up at the ceiling as if daydreaming and then stroked himself.

If a little gasp just behind Linza was any indication, the woman behind her had also started to furtively masturbate.

Linza’s attention returned to Tanyth as they leaned further over the table. They whispered somewhat loudly, for the benefit of the audience, “C’mon, that’s enough!”

“But I always have cream with my tea.”

Tanyth’s eyes and resolve fluttered again. “They’ll notice!”

“Not if you’re quiet.”

“I can’t be— mmmm…” Tanyth’s eyes squeezed shut. They gripped the edge of the table, and their shoulders quivered.

Linza inferred that the gentleman had enveloped Tanyth again, and he seemed intent on pushing them to climax.

Tanyth’s breath was quick and shallow. They bit their lip again. Then, their eyes flashed open. They looked like a cat frozen in the sudden light of a front door swinging open.

They arched their back, head tilted back, moaned, and then reached their hands above their head.

It was almost a convincing stretch.

Almost.

A slight knocking sound of knuckles on wood caught Linza’s attention, and she turned just in time to see the man across from her burst onto the floor in front of him.

Waves of heat overlapped each other throughout Linza’s body. Nobody else would have minded if she slipped her own hand under the table—in fact, the other voyeurs would have appreciated it. But she was still a bit shy for that, and ultimately she liked to push herself, to see how much stimulation she could stand before she broke. Like the bet with Tanyth on her first day in the breakroom, she liked the challenge.

Tanyth quivered for quite a while. They must have been quite worked up indeed, to cum for so long.

Eventually, the gentleman reappeared across from Tanyth, with a moderate effort at subtlety. His hair was a bit untidied, but his demeanor remained polite.

He licked his lips at Tanyth.

They put their face in their hands and then peeked at him through their fingers and giggled.

“Was I enough of a man for my perfect lady?” he said.

They nodded emphatically, ringlets bouncing.

“I am afraid I must get back to business, you understand.”

Tanyth pouted. “Must you?”

“Aaah… you know I have such trouble leaving you when you make that face. A few more minutes.”

They chatted a bit longer, though quieter now and Linza could hear less of what they were saying. She also was not as interested in eavesdropping on the more personal aspects of their conversation.

And her arms were getting tired from pretending to hold up the newspaper. When enough eyes were averted from her, she let the paper melt away to nothingness and returned to sipping her tea, which had turned cold. Oh well—she had no regrets about where she’d put her attentions.

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

Chapter 23: Sorcery (Part II)

Linza turned towards the empty third chair, partly as a place to set the illusions and partly so that she could focus. First came a low and building moan, filling the air all around them. Then a gasp and heaving breath.

This was a sample platter more than a curated experience, and Linza hoped it was what Nephis had in mind.

Next, Linza conjured an image of a woman draped across the chair, her hair a tangle, her hand in her sex, her face a picture of bliss. Then the image faded, replaced with the slapping of flesh and accompanying grunts. Then a man in the chair, head lolled back, arc of cum hovering midair.

Linza kept that pose and shifted through a few different characters—a werewolf, a succubus woman with a massive cock, a slender and feminine man with fox ears and tail.

Linza paused and looked over at Nephis—the tiefling’s eyes were transfixed on the fox. Nephis leaned forward, chin in her hands, one of her fingers pulling at her lip. Though the rest of her was still, her tail lashed violently like a cat with prey in its sights.

Without looking at Linza, she said, “Do sound and an image at once.”

Linza couldn’t, but before she answered as such, she hesitated. She hadn’t ever been able to do an image and sound at once. It was, however, a common ability for students who majored in the school of illusion. And over the past few weeks, Linza had practiced that cantrip more than she ever had while she was in school.

And Nephis hadn’t asked her if she could do it—she had told her to do it. And who would have better instincts for such a thing than a sorcerer?

Linza considered which illusion she might be familiar enough with that the image and sound would come viscerally together. She knew so immediately that she was tracing the movements even before the image was fully in her mind.

The octopus mermaid sprawled across the chair, her tentacles wrapping around the legs and the back and flailing in the air, cum spurting from the tips, her face twisted with bliss, and a guttural orgasmic scream echoing from the center of the image.

Linza nearly lost focus on the illusion. She’d done it!

“Nnnngh now you’ve gone and done it,” Nephis moaned, but this time her scolding tone enticed instead of admonished Linza—mostly because Nephis’s face was flushed red under the purple of her skin, and her eyes were glazed with arousal.

Nephis scooped her violet breasts out and over the edge of her bodice. As she took one of her breasts in her hands and massaged her dark bluish nipple, she pulled her tiered skirt up to reveal that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

With a pointed canine pressing into her full lip, she brought the tip of her muscular tail around and plunged it easily into her sex, gasping with relief. She thrust the tip in and out, working her fingertips over her nipple and vulva.

Nephis tilted her head over to Linza and smiled. “H-how’s this one for the memory banks? Nnnnngh…” She stuffed her tail greedily further inside, already visibly dripping around it. “I k-know I’m supposed to tell you first but… we’re empaths, aren’t we?”

Linza nodded vigorously. Staff were supposed to always ask ahead of time before initiating anything, both with guests and with each other. But sometimes, it was nice to indulge in the feeling of spontaneity—especially since Linza knew that she could simply take her leave and there would be no judgement, no consequence.

At JSMI, part of the strict restriction on romance with professors was that certain students might ‘gain favor’ or that professors might manipulate them with that idea. Ironically, that sex and sexual favors flowed so freely at the estate totally took away their ‘bargaining power’ in such a situation. With everything given and nothing taken, there was no power imbalance to exploit.

And Linza wanted absolutely nothing more than to watch Nephis pleasure herself.

“N-not all Tieflings are thirsty as fuck but— nnnngh,” Nephis shoved her tail in even further. “Fuck that’s good… —But I sure am.”

Linza was, as Nephis had just said, an empath and she took a guess at something that Nephis might like. An image glimmered to life in the third chair again, but this time it was a mirror of Nephis herself, fucking herself with her tail.

“I-is that what I look like?” Nephis said.

Linza traced the gesture again, and the image spoke with Nephis’s exact intonation, “Why would I lie to you?”

“Fuck!” There was an actual splash of moisture around Nephis’s tail. Linza’s rapt attention flowed into the illusion and it shifted to include this detail.

Nephis’s chest heaved, her breasts bouncing. The illusion blurred and then depicted those same breasts mid-air.

Nephis’s eyes widened as she glanced to Linza and trembled with a wave of intense pleasure. “Fuck, you’re good…”

Linza couldn’t help but smile, though she turned her attention back to the illusion, and so did Nephis.

It was like one of Linza’s art classes where they had been required to keep their eyes on the model at all times, and almost never glance at the paper. Linza focused entirely on watching Nephis, letting everything that she noticed flow into the illusion, her fingers constantly flowing through the air to refresh the image.

Nephis continued fucking herself with her tail. With the fingers of one hand she rubbed her clit vigorously, and with the other she pinched and pulled at her nipples—unwinding into deeper and deeper abandon as she watched the same unfold in the illusion.

Nephis reached a fever pitch, her moans and their illusory echoes filling the room, her whole body trembling, her mouth gaping with overwhelming arousal, her wetness dripping up her tail.

Then her breathing quickened and her eyes widened.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Nephis’s eyes rolled up, her back arched, her neck tilted back revealing the purple curves of her neck, and she came. Fluid gushed around her fingers and into the air, splashing over her tail. Then more. Then more. Nephis didn’t stop fucking herself and she didn’t stop cumming and she didn’t stop squirting.

Linza finally succumbed to the intoxicating heat of her own arousal and the illusion faltered as Linza’s awareness was filled with only her own aching need.

Finally, Nephis slowed, her moans deepening and softening and her breathing coming back down to normal. But she didn’t stop fucking herself. She turned her evening grey eyes to Linza and said, “What are you waiting for, an invitation?”

Linza nodded meekly.

Nephis withdrew her tail from herself with a sigh and waggled the tip at Linza. “Wanna try?”

“Yes!” Linza scrambled to her feet, though she nearly fell over. She kicked her underwear off from under her skirt, but didn’t bother to remove any of her other clothes. As she neared Nephis, the tiefling took Linza’s hands in hers and guided Linza’s hands to her breasts and pulled Linza down to straddle her in the chair.

With both of Nephis’s breasts covered by Linza, she curled the hand that had been on her vulva deeper around to her internal spot, and with the other she rubbed circles over Linza’s clit.

Linza nearly collapsed onto her. That is, until the tip of Nephis’s tail teased Linza’s entrance—then, Linza totally buckled.

Nephis didn’t take any issue with Linza’s face in her cleavage. The smell of incense and lavender surrounded Linza.

The first few minutes of sensation—Nephis’s fingertips at her vulva, the slender tip of Nephis’s tail twisting gently at her entrance—were totally overwhelming.

Slowly, the overwhelm gave way to urgency. Linza rearranged herself and grabbed Nephis’s breasts properly again, running her thumbs in circles over the tiefling’s nipples.

Nephis gasped, head tilting back, and she pulled deeper into herself with her own fingers.

Her tail pressed a little further in, and Linza moaned. Then further, with a delicious stretch. And when the length had reached the back of her sex and yet was still too slender, the tip curled back around to press against her spot as more of the girth slid in. The squirming undulations of the tail inside of her were unlike anything that Linza had ever experienced.

Linza moaned. “Fuck! Holy shit that feels good.”

“I know,” Nephis purred.

Nephis’s breasts bounced before her, the forbidden fruit now here for Linza’s delight, and she could not help but lean down again and close her lips around Nephis’s nipple.

“Gods, yes!” Nephis yelled, and the movements of her tail and hand on Linza’s vulva reached fever pitch as Nephis started to cum again.

It required no illusion for the sound of Nephis’s gasps and moans to fill Linza’s entire awareness. Nephis’s chest heaved, her hand slapped against the wetness of her climax, her tail writhed within Linza, and her body shook with wave after wave of release.

Pre-orgasmic waves of pleasure started coursing down Linza’s legs and up her core, just as Nephis’s climax was winding down.

Nephis sensed it and pressed her tail in even further, the tip pushing against Linza’s spot, the shaft providing stretch.

Linza let Nephis’s nipple fall from her lips and gasped once, twice, and then the climax overtook her. She squeezed down around Nephis’s tail and her fingertips grasped Nephis’s breasts as she lost conscious control of her body.

After the first several waves, Nephis stilled and just pressed her hand against Linza’s mound and the tip of her tail against Linza’s spot. That let the sensation of the pulsing contractions come to the forefront of Linza’s awareness.

Linza was a bell, peal after peal of pure ecstasy ringing through her, intensity slowly fading, but pleasure lingering.

Linza sunk down against Nephis, her cheek against Nephis’s breasts, her legs tucked by Nephis’s hips, the tiefling’s hand and tail still in place. They stayed like that for a long few minutes.

Finally, Nephis took a deep breath and smoothed Linza’s hair. “Lovely chat, dear.”

Linza stirred and stretched. She’d forgotten that Nephis’s tail was still inside of her until it withdrew and unwound, and the sensation of it undulating inside of her almost sent her spinning back into climax again.

Linza went and fetched her underwear from the floor. They’d been hot and wet when she’d kicked them off, and now they were cold and wet, so she stuffed them in her pocket rather than put them back on. Linza had started to bring quite a few extra pairs to work for this exact reason. Linza rearranged herself as best she could, though Nephis made no such efforts.

The tiefling remained sprawled across the chair with her skirts hiked up, her breasts resting over her corset and her tail draped over the side of the chair and hanging limp towards the floor.

“I’ll stop by the madame’s office for the paperwork?” Linza asked. Something told her that Nephis wouldn’t be facilitating the paperwork process, between Nephis’s earlier attitude and the lack of desk in the office.

“Clever girl,” Nephis crooned.

A shiver curled down Linza’s spine.

There also wasn’t a clock in Nephis’s office, probably because the woman preferred to work on instinct than clockwork. “Best not be late,” Linza said, curtseying with mock formality. She stepped towards the door.

“Now, Linza,” Nephis said, “With your new arrangement I’ll need to do regular… quality inspections, to ensure that nobody will mistake them for cut-rate work.” A half-smile curled across her face, equal parts mischievous and lecherous.

Linza matched it with her own. “But of course. And… does that imply that the rate for these other sessions remains the same as my current rate?”

Nephis grinned. “But of course.”

Linza’s excitement nearly jumped out of her chest, but she needed to focus and especially needed to not be late to her next session, lest she lose any of the patrons she had so far cultivated. She’d assumed, in error, that these new sessions wouldn’t fetch the same rate.

Linza dipped her head in farewell, and this time Nephis let her leave.

With a glance at the nearest tower clock, Linza confirmed that she only had a minute to spare before her next session, and she scurried around the corner and into her half of the little room.

Linza was lucky that her next guest particularly liked succubi. After the session, the guest praised her, saying that this latest work had been particularly inspired. It had been, of course—Linza had modeled the succubus directly after Nephis.

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.

Part 2: Training, The Alchemist's Illusions

Chapter 11: The Break Room

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

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

The sex part.

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

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

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

Linza nodded. “Of course!”

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

“Makes sense.”

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

“My own noises?”

“When you masturbate.”

“Oh!” Of course. But also, oh my.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re leaving that way?”

“Well, I’m not leaving quite yet.”

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

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

Her side was dark, so that she was hidden.

Sound would pass easily between them.

She held her breath.

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

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

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

They started to unbutton their wide-legged trousers.

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

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

She had been very wrong.

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

They stood before her, totally naked.

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

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

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

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

Linza edged closer to the grate, still barely breathing.

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

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

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

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

Then they moaned in earnest and Linza nearly fainted.

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

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

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

Every gasp. Every moan. Every stutter.

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

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

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

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

And all the more enamored with Tanyth.

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

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

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

Good gods she was so turned on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She’d never said her name.

Not that Linza would be remembering any names like this.

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

She did see a few things that had surprised her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

For Tanyth, she waited.

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

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

It was Tanyth!

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

“Yes,” Linza gasped.

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

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

Tanyth swept it easily aside, revealing her quivering there.

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

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

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

Linza nodded, eagerly.

“Holy shit Linza, just for our bet?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All Linza could do was nod.

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

Then, their fingers returned to her.

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

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

“Yes!”

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

“Yes, please, please inside!”

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

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

Tanyth obliged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then she was certain.

She was in love with Tanyth.

Shorts

The Horny Sorority Ghost (Part I)

[WP] Haunting a large abandoned house for the last 150 years has been pretty boring. But, it seems the local college just bought your building on the cheap and intends to turn it into a sorority.. from DirtyWritingPrompts

Content Warning: This story is playful and light. However, I wanted to provide a heads-up that our horny sorority ghost does not ask permission before instigating her sexual mischief or peeping on the house’s residents.

All characters are depicted as 18 and older and all human/human interactions are enthusiastically consensual.

Edith had been haunting the same Tudor-style mansion for the past 150 years. Though, she had been going by ‘Eddie’ lately, after the new ghost across the street had told her that ‘Edith’ was an old lady name.

Edith had asked, “How can it be an old lady name if I’m twenty?”

“How long have you been twenty?”

Edith had frowned.

The other ghost just smirked. “I’ll call you Eddie instead. Chicks with guy nicknames are hot.”

Eddie didn’t like them, but she did like the new name. She even just liked that it was something different, something new.

The house had been abandoned for the past fifty years, even as a lively urban center had sprung up around it. Prospective buyers complained on the front stoop. The owner was a hold-out, paying the property taxes with family money while they waited for the market to boom.

It seemed like it finally had, and before the real estate agent could even put the sign in the front, the house was sold.

Eddie had watched with immense curiosity as the contractors had come to renovate her house. It got new floors, replacement windows, shiny appliances and a fresh coat of paint.

Eddie worried a bit that she might be somehow exorcised by the changes. Only when the new residents came through the front door would she believe that it wasn’t too good to be true.

Or so she thought. Because when the gaggle of sorority girls rolled up to the house with their crop tops and leopard print suitcases, Eddie couldn’t believe it at all. It was WAY too good to be true.

It was a myth that ghosts were always cold. They could be warm, too. And Eddie was feeling very, very hot.

A blond girl stepped further in, Eddie just managing to dart out of her way. She was completely invisible, but humans still noticed when they passed through a ghost.

“It’s like a sauna in here!” the blond complained. “Come help me get the windows open!”

As the sorority girls unpacked, the heat got to them and they were soon sweating. And then that got to Eddie, and the house grew hotter. And then the girls stripped off their crop tops and their jean shorts and unpacked in bras and underwear. Eddie was loathe to leave, but she whisked back up to the attic lest she give any of them heat stroke.

She must be dreaming. Except ghosts didn’t dream. So either she was finally becoming one of those crazy ghosts, or it was really happening.

It was really happening.

And then it all got so much better as the girls settled in. There were naked in the shower and then in sports bras and panties, they were giggling with each other and then heading to bed, they were watching porn and masturbating and complaining that the whole house was so very, very hot.

“Maybe it means the heating bill won’t be so bad in the winter,” the blond, whose name was Chelsea, had offered at breakfast.

Eddie felt a bit bad, but she couldn’t help but watch. And she meant that. She had tried to not to! But in 150 years she’d forgotten whatever manners she’d ever had, and it was all so new and delightful, and if they didn’t know, it couldn’t hurt them, right?

But she still wasn’t quite sure what to do with herself. She could not possibly stay this hot and bothered forever. Or even for one more day, really.

The girls heard moaning from the attic as Eddie relearned how to masturbate. As a ghost, the trick seemed to be just fantasizing until she felt overwhelmingly aroused, and then her whole manifestation quivered with energy and pleasure, and then she finally felt a deep and profound release, and when she was finished she found not a small amount of ectoplasm around her.

The next morning, the girls rejoiced that the house had finally cooled off. They talked about the moaning in little clusters, and Eddie was relieved to find that they each blamed a girl in a different cluster, leaving nobody suspecting an otherworldly presence.

A month later, the first boy entered the sorority house. He climbed up the outer trellis to Chelsea’s room, more to show off that he could than for any real fear of judgement from the rest of the sorority.

Eddie smelled him before he was even inside and drifted into the upper corner of Chelsea’s bedroom to watch.

He was broad and muscular and soon dripping with sweat.

He grunted as he stripped. “You should get a window AC.”

“But then you couldn’t climb in through my window.”

“Oh. Good point.”

Chelsea stripped off her clothes and stood before him, glimmering with sweat, and he had no more complaints.

He fondled her breasts and then sucked on her nipples. She stroked his shaft and then kissed him hard.

It was not long before he was fucking her doggy style, moaning softly with each thrust.

Chelsea gasped with pleasure, her fingers circling over her clit. “Y-yes, that’s my spot!”

His grunting deepened.

“Wait! You have a condom, right?”

Eddie saw the look of confusion on his face and the unopened condom on the nightstand.

“Y-yeah,” he grunted, “of course.”

If he’d been lying instead of dumb, Chelsea probably would have kicked him out. But as it were, she returned to her clit. It didn’t seem like he was going to last long enough for her to come, and Eddie didn’t appreciate that either.

Eddie had to do something. And much to her surprise, her body, incorporeal as it was, knew exactly what to do.

She drifted into the bed, her head passing through Chelsea’s body as she aligned her mouth over the boy’s shaft.

How it felt to have a ghost pass through you varied, and based on Chelsea’s gasp and shamelessly loud moan, the feeling was pleasant for her.

“I d-don’t know what you’re doing,” Chelsea said, “but whatever it is, don’t stop! I’m c-coming!”

Chelsea’s orgasm and the tingle of a ghostly presence around his shaft sent the boy over the edge. With a grunt, he thrust into Chelsea one more time and then came.

His cum puddled on Eddie’s tongue, contained in her ghostly mouth.

As the boy withdrew, Eddie followed. Chelsea shivered with pleasure as Eddie made sure all of the cum stayed on her tongue.

Once she was floating in the air between them, Eddie swallowed.

A surge of arousal and power quivered through her and if it had not surprised her so much, she herself would have come right there, squirting ectoplasm everywhere.

And then Eddie saw that the boy saw her. Eddie looked down — the surge of energy had left her ever so slightly visible. She quickly vanished again.

He blinked and shook his head.

“That was incredible,” Chelsea said, rolling over. “What did you…” And then she saw his naked dick. His empty hands. “Where’s the condom?”

“Oh! Uhhh…” he looked dumbly at himself, but glanced back to where he’d seen Eddie.

Chelsea’s expression turned to anger as she saw the unopened condom on the night stand and shook it at him. “Rick, seriously? You asshole!”

“Shit, I really thought I’d put it on!”

Chelsea put her head in her hand and shook her head. “Oh my god, you are such an idiot. Lucky for you I’m on the pill or else you would not be leaving here with your dick intact.”

“C’mon, babe, it’s not that big of a deal…”

Chelsea frowned, stood, and crossed her arms. Even naked as she was, the posture was intimidating and her voice cold as ice. “Get the fuck out of my room, you prick.”

“So uh, Thursday…”

“Jesus fucking Christ, dude. We are never hooking up again.”

Now he was starting to get angry. “W-well if you think I wanna hook up with you after you’ve been such a bitch…”

Eddie decided to have a little fun. She drifted around behind Chelsea, matched her posture, and then allowed herself to become visible again for just a moment.

His eyes went wide.

Chelsea glanced over her shoulder, but saw nothing.

“T-this place is fucking haunted!”

Chelsea snorted. “Are you high?”

“I’m gonna tell everyone this place is fucking haunted!”

“Go ahead, free advertising for our Halloween party.”

He scrambled down the trellis, fell the last five feet, then scurried off into the night.

Chelsea rolled her eyes and flopped back into her bed. She pulled out her phone and Eddie drifted over her shoulder to peek. Eddie still marveled at the magical little tablets. She remembered her first life in only bits and pieces, but she had a feeling that the printing press had just barely been new when she was alive.

Chelsea typed, Figures that when the guy’s a piece of shit, the sex is amazing…

The reply from Amber bubbled up, Sry babe, u deserve better. What happened?

He ‘forgot’ the condom

WTF!

ikr

did u kick his ass?

haha yeah, he’s not coming back

rip ur sexy times

ikr, though telling him off kinda turned me on, ngl…

The reply was just the symbol, 😈

Chelsea smiled wryly and flopped back into her pillows, letting her phone fall to the side.

Chelsea tentatively reached a hand down to her vulva. She sighed at the pleasure, relaxed, and started to rub circles around her clit.

Eddie was transfixed and feeling uncharacteristically bold. She reached her hand out and placed it over — or more accurately, within — Chelsea’s.

Chelsea moaned. “Ohhhh fuck…”

Something deeply instinctive overcame Eddie and she curled her fingers around and pressed them inside of Chelsea.

It was not long before Chelsea was gasping with ecstasy and Eddie was buzzing with energy.

Sweat beaded and ran down between Chelsea’s breasts, down her waist, down her thighs. Eddie felt so very, very warm.

And then, somehow, it escalated even further. Chelsea gasped and a clearish, viscous fluid squirted out of her and landed on Eddie’s palm — landed, and did not fall through. Eddie had no idea what was happening except that she wanted more of that.

Two, three more times, Chelsea moaned and wriggled and squirted. And then her head tipped back with abject pleasure and she climaxed, filling Eddie’s hand with her fluids.

Eddie’s whole form was quivering with the most intense energy she’d ever felt. The fluid soaked into her skin and filled her with a surge of power.

Chelsea relaxed back, eyes closed.

Eddie realized that she was no longer invisible, and quickly floated up through the ceiling and into the attic.

It only took the shortest moment of remembering Chelsea’s intense climax to send the waves of intense pleasure and release quivering through Eddie’s form. And even after, she felt more alive than she ever had since she died. She could not just settle in for the night. She needed to understand exactly what had happened to her.

Continued in Part II

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?”

Part 1: The Beginning, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 6: Snake in the Grass

Ada had discovered and then confirmed and confirmed and yet again reaffirmed exactly how her little ‘curse’ worked.

In the end, it was simple. If she orgasmed as a human, she became a dragon. If she orgasmed as a dragon, she became a human again.

In her glee, she had not been particularly careful about flying around in the daytime. Within a couple weeks of the witch’s death, her father had sent a messenger.

Ada had seen him from afar, when he was still nearly a day’s travel away. He was an uncertain youth on a chestnut horse.

She watched as he approached, staying out of sight.

Even though she had expected it, the sound of his fist thudding against the bolted door startled her.

She called out to him to say that she was alright, that the witch was with her, but that she had learned her lesson and was not allowed any visitors.

He had insisted upon seeing her and she had waved at him out of an upper window, and he had reluctantly set off again.

Two weeks after that, a band of knights had appeared. Based off their declarations at the front door, they had come to rescue her.

It all seemed a bit cute to her, now.

There was no way Ada could go back to the castle, even if she wanted to. She was far from a hideous beast, but her father would likely order her killed on the spot if he learned the truth of her curse.

And, helpfully, the idea of turning into a dragon and scaring off all the knights had really turned Ada on, so she did just that.

This encounter had lent total validity to the rumors of the dragon. Another band of knights came, then another and another. Not just from Ada’s kingdom, but from neighbors as well. There were even a few banners that she had never seen before.

Ada thought the whole thing was brilliantly ironic in a number of ways. Her father had shipped her off to the tower to force her to be chaste, and now he was intentionally sending eligible young men her way? Ridiculous! Though apparently, these men actually wanted to marry her, just because they thought she’d been trapped by a dragon.

What bizarre people.

Ada, for her part, thought it was great fun to finally show those people just what she thought of them, as she sent them screaming and pissing themselves and scurrying back home.

Early summer turned to late summer, and late summer into fall, and in one of the last golden days of autumn, Ada sat in an upper window of the tower, looking out towards the eastern road. Sure enough, a band of knights were making their way towards her.

She leaned out and waved a red cloth at them, which she had learned encouraged them to hurry to her all the faster.

They were still far enough off that all they could see would be the red flag, and so they could not also see that she sat in the window, leaning out into the sun, totally naked. She spent most of her days naked now. This was partly because her draconic transformation shredded her clothes and partly because she just enjoyed being naked.

If only those proper little knights knew that they had spurred their horses to full gallop towards a salaciously naked woman, and that before they arrived she would become the very dragon they intended to face, and she would leave them all fleeing in fear.

Gods, all of it got her so worked up. As she tucked the red cloth into the edge of the window and settled back onto the sun-warmed stone, her mind wandered. She thought about really showing them, not just these knights, but the whole kingdom. She could let them ‘rescue’ her, take her back to their castle. At whatever overly self-aggrandizing feast that they threw, she’d show them just what she thought about them. She’d cut them all down a notch or ten.

Oh, they wanted to complain at the sharpness of her tongue? She would show them just how sharp a tongue could be.

Ada’s arousal throbbed in her hips and legs, but she didn’t touch herself yet. She liked to let it build. But also, she’d learned the last time that if she started masturbating in the window she had a hard time stopping, and she’d actually gotten stuck with her front half outside of the window and her back half inside. She’d had to rub herself on the stairs to transform back.

So, this time, Ada drifted down the abused staircase and draped herself sideways across one of the tattered fireside chairs.

As she sunk down into the chair, her mind sunk back down into her fantasy. Yes, she’d tell them just what she thought and then she’d show them just what she was. She’d crush all their cakes between her claws and then she’d swipe at them, sending the cakes tumbling left and right. Those ‘polite’ folk would be in such a dilemma whether to scream about their near-death or complain that they had frosting on them.

Ada finally let her hand drift over her labia, and she was already wet and swollen.

Oh yes, today would be a good day. She dragged her fingers up between her labia, teasing, slow. That made her shiver and moan.

She didn’t have to be quiet here.

She nestled into the chair and found a rhythm with her hand, her other thumb brushing over her bare nipple, which had grown stiff at her arousal and the cooler air within the tower.

Ada panted and whimpered as her anticipation grew.

Yes, she would destroy their party and then make her way to the castle, folks running in her wake. Maybe a trembling guard would try to stand in her way but he’d show his true loyalty when she’d roar in his face and the force of it would send him trembling to his knees.

Then she’d rip the throne room’s doors off its hinges and she would march up to that throne. The castle staff would gather in hushed anxiety at the open doors, too curious to run all the way away.

And she would take that throne for herself. She would fuck herself, right on that throne, right in front of them all. Rub the scales of her dragon’s sex on it, leaking her thick wetness all over it.

“See?” she would say, her first words of the night. They’d all suddenly realize that she was not some feral beast, but that she knew exactly what she was doing. “See, this is what I think of your throne. To me, it’s a goddamn sex toy.”

In her mind, Ada climaxed humping the throne and in her body, she climaxed groping a breast with her back arched and her hand running circles across her labia and clit.

As Ada’s pleasure blossomed, she screamed so loudly she knew the knights would hear. When they heard her they would no doubt quicken their pace, racing towards their fate, and that pleased her all the more.

Ada took in a long, long gasp, as if drawing all the air in the whole tower inside of her. The heat spread fast to her head, her fingertips, her toes. Then it echoed in waves that turned her vision black and she lost awareness of her body. Finally, her dizziness settled and she found balance on four feet.

Ada, now a dragon, threw open the front doors of the tower and poured out onto the road like a ribbon of molten black glass.

She spread her black wings and took to the sky, roaring with glee. The band of knights was just around the bend. Two of the horses spooked immediately, throwing their riders and galloping off.

There was a knight in golden armor with a gaudy feather that stuck out three feet from his helmet, and she was sure this was her suitor. She laughed, which sounded like a chuffing, grumbling roar.

The suitor and two other knights were on war horses, which were not so easily spooked.

Ada took a deep breath and tightened her throat, then breathed out in a smooth exhale. As a human, all that could accomplish was fogging up a mirror. As a dragon, a gout of fire burst from between her fangs, pouring out over the road and licking towards the horses’ feet.

The horses knickered and jumped, though they did not yet spook.

One of the knights had looped around to the side, and Ada saw just a glint in the sunlight as he loosed a spear at her.

It bounced harmlessly off of the outside of her thigh. The legends about dragon’s indestructibility had proved true.

The suitor shouted something and the knights retreated a ways, then regrouped.

Ada grinned a fang-filled smile at them. She’d have some fun with them, then.

They pulled out bows and arrows and these too bounced harmlessly off of her hide. A few sliced through the thin membranes of her wings, but though that was painful, it was not serious. Like a paper cut, they stung but would quickly heal. It was worth it, to see the look of dread coming over the knights.

They shot their quivers empty and they worked their horses to a lather, but still they had made no notable traction in defeating the dragon. And still, the dragon spewed gout after gout of flame at their feet.

These knights had a few clever tricks, like a miniature ballista loaded with a net of rope. They had fired this at Ada and it had successfully grounded her, but it had taken only one tug for her to snap the ropes. She swept low over the gold-armored knight and dropped the mangled net over him and his horse, which finally caused them some trouble.

She watched with amusement as his helmet came off in the ensuing confusion, revealing his sweaty, red face.

Ada roared, then, and his horse’s resolve finally broke and it set out suddenly from under him. He tumbled off the saddle but the net was still tangled around both him and the horse, and it dragged him off at a full gallop.

Oops.

Ada tried not to cause any permanent injuries, but there was only so much she could do for those that didn’t respect her strength.

The rest of knights fled as well, leaving Ada alone in her expanse of fields once more.

Especially as a dragon, she got a distinct pleasure from evicting interlopers from her territory. She’d ended up a mile or two away from the tower, and she headed back. At that particular moment she couldn’t fly, and for the same reason she could hardly walk either. She made it a small distance before she started limping. And panting.

Not for any injury. But because her sex ached.

If she even walked normally, she was sure to climax, and then it would be a very long walk back to the tower.

Ada slowed and whimpered. Maybe if she stopped and took a break, she could…

Within moments, she was rolling in the grass, knuckles of her back feet curled up and rubbing at herself.

She lost all sense, all direction, other than tending to the fire that was building within her.

She rolled around and found a boulder and wrapped around it, rubbing her scales against the hard rock.

This was like the sensation of the bones of her knuckles but significantly more intense, more effective. The grinding vibrations surged through her in waves of quivering heat.

Ada panted, forked tongue lolling out, rubbing herself senseless on this rock in the middle of a field.

And goddamn did it feel good.

She bellowed as she climaxed and the sound carried for miles, surely spurring the knights to hasten their departure.

Ada, now human and naked again, was sprawled on the boulder which was larger than her in every dimension and slick with dragon juices.

She sighed. It was going to be a long walk.

Ada pushed herself up, hands now covered in slippery, thick wetness.

Unless…

She stroked her hips, her thighs, and loved the slickness of it, loved the feeling of her soft flesh under her hands. She was out here, in the middle of a field, completely exposed. A warm summer wind tousled the grass and her hair.

She stroked her labia, still thick with arousal, and gasped at the sensitivity.

The sky was broad up above, the rock warm from her prior embrace, the grasses gently rustling, possibly hiding watchers…

Let them see, let the birds and the rabbits see, a woman find her pleasure.

Ada let her mind wander yet again, and this time she imagined a voyeur in the grass. An accidental one, one of the more reserved knights, coming back to search for his horse. He’d seen the dragon coming and hid, then had seen the dragon coming and watched. It aroused his sex and his guilt — what a perverse sight! But he had to hide for his life!

But if he had to hide for his life, then why was he so aroused by this dragon? But then the dragon had turned into this beautiful, naked princess, and his dilemma wasn’t the only thing that grew.

The dragon had been a woman, so that had to make this less guilty, right? But now he was watching a woman pleasure herself, and he was hiding in the grass.

What was he to do? Say something? But he had hid for his life and could not be faulted for that.

His dick pressed achingly against the inside of his trousers. The woman moaned and another bolt of arousal struck him. He felt lightheaded.

His erection throbbed and swelled more, now painfully bound.

He had to hide, had to watch, for his life. Now, he had to be vigilant. And this painful containment would be distracting. So, he had better undo his trousers, but he would do no more. His dick sprung free to a cool touch of air. Now, it bounced and swelled to its full hardness. Then harder. Had it ever felt this hard?

He grasped it to see if the shaft felt any harder in his hand, but that was a mistake. Pleasure shot up through him and tried to moan from his throat but he kept silent.

He had to keep absolutely silent, lest the dragon discover and devour him.

He tried to keep his hand still, but the woman rolled to her side, seeking a new position, and giving him a full view of her ample ass. It bounced and quivered as she trembled and rubbed herself.

He whimpered. His hand began to stroke.

Maybe, maybe if he got it over with very quickly, then that was the most respectable thing to do. The most respectful. Just, um, business. Get it over with and hide in a non-aroused way.

He started stroking himself at at a pace that would carry him there quickly.

This, also, was a mistake. Very soon, he realized that this was no ordinary arousal. It was a kind that made him want to moan and growl. If this was just his arousal, how loud would his climax be?

He had to stop. He had to make sure that he did not come but he had already edged himself so very close.

The woman gasped and moaned and it was such a delicious sound that it pulled an audible whimper from him. But she hadn’t noticed. She was louder than him, and focused on her own business.

This, this could work.

And it did work, but it was torment. He did his best to time his own rushes of pleasure to her unpredictable vocalizations. He would get right up to the edge time and time again but then she would abruptly fall silent, and he had to freeze.

His balls ached, they had never felt so full. Again, he edged himself right up to her silence. He clamped down hard on his base, just barely catching himself as his balls spasmed, only the pressure of his hand on his shaft halting his ejaculation.

Moments later she moaned again, but this one was different. Sharper, higher. A spark of hope glimmered in him. Then another, forceful, loud. And another —

Yes, oh fuck, yes, she was coming, he was coming, she was coming!

He growled and gasped, safely covered by her literal screams of pleasure, as he pumped rope after rope of cum into the grass, and just utterly emptied.

He slumped to all fours. A shadow fell over him. The dragon!

He froze. Didn’t dare move a muscle. He stared at the puddle of cum in front of him until long after the dragon had spread its wings and flown away towards the tower.

The woman was gone.

Ada thanked her imaginary voyeur for his inspiration as she returned to the tower and draped herself around the top, nestling her chin on the sun-warmed stone. Sated, she watched the sun set, once again dreaming that the quivering light on the western horizon was the ocean.

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