Muffin's Busy Week

Disclaimer: NSFW.

Content/Kink Warnings: Anal, Ass to Mouth, Begging, Belly Bulge, Breast Growth, Breastfeeding (sexual), Bukkake, Casual Nudity, Cock/Pussy/Body Worship, Cock-Teasing, Creampie, Crushes used for Domination Leverage, Cum Swallowing, Cumflation, Daddy Kink, Denial, Drunk Sex, Excessive Ejaculation, Premature Ejaculation, Facesitting, Fingering, Fisting, Flavour Kink, Fluid Sexuality, Free-Use, French Kissing, Furry, Gaping, Girls with Dicks, Cleaning with Tongue, Group Sex/Orgy, Hatefucking, Impregnation/Breeding, Inanimate Transformation (Consensual), Lactation, Leg-Locking, Licking/Biting, Maledom AND Femdom, Age Difference, Minor Cheating, Minor Drug Use/Alcohol, Minor Feet Kink, Monsterfucking, Oral Sex (both kinds), Overstimulation, Pansexual Group Sex/Threesome, Public Sex/Exhibitionism, Rebound Sex, Rimming, Scent/Musk Kink, Sexual Magic/Enchantment, Shower Sex/Shared Shower, Size Difference, Spanking, Spit, Spitroasting, Squirting, Sugar Daddy, Teacher/Student, Teasing/Bratting, Thigh-Fucking, Third-Wheel Threesome, Throatfucking, Titfucking, Tongue-Fellating, Touchless Orgasm (both sexes), Under the Table, Voyeurism

-SUNDAY-

“So what exactly is it supposed to, like… do?”

Squinting against the light as I turned the small glass phial over in my hands, I scanned the clearly meticulously-molded design for anything identifiable as a label, or instructions, or anything. There was nothing, though, only the embossed, flowy lines of snakes, hares, and hearts that made the murky pink liquid within seem to pulse and undulate out at me as I turned the glass over.

“Not really sure specifically,” April replied offhandedly, bringing my attention back up to her, where she stood stooped down and examining the contents of the fridge with an unimpressed expression, “I don’t really think it’s the sort of potion that has effects you can reliably put to words.”

I just hummed and shrugged, setting the phial down in front of me and gesturing for my freckled roommate to take a seat next to me at the kitchen island. It was a little past noon, which passed for breakfast time by my usual standards, but it was quite the unusual sight to see April still frizzy-haired and loose pajama-shirt-clad at this time of the day. She sighed, eventually settling on a vine of grapes that she plucked straight out of the bag, and plopped herself down next to me, munching tiredly and nursing some sleep out of her eyes.

“Long night for you, was it?” I can’t help but insert a little teasing lilt into my voice, nudging her knee with my thighhigh-clad foot from below, “You went out last night, right? I don’t think I heard you come in by the time even I was heading to sleep, somebody clearly kept you busy.”

April snorted at that, expression halfway between derisive and self-satisfied. An expression that I recognized quickly enough to be able to join her in unison as she finally blurted out, “Swipe.”

“He surprised me with a cordial outing to what he described would be a ‘garden party’,” April continued, shaking her head and rolling her eyes, “Turned out, it was actually a very high-status wedding in one of the other Fey courts. Didn’t seem like a minor political thing, either, like, the whole nine yards were in full swing.”

“Ha, I mean, you can never tell with the Fey,” I rolled my eyes in return, remembering the handful of fairy-thrown gatherings I myself had attended and witnessed in the past, “What, was he hoping you’d catch the wifey bug or something?”

“Probably. Didn’t pan out for him, but probably,” April laughed as she pointedly plucked one of the grapes off of its vine and popped it between her teeth, “Anyways, that’s one of the ‘party favours’ I decided to slip into my purse and take back, there were tables and tables of things like that just laid out. Supposedly, it’s a potion of ‘Lust’s Bounty’, or something.”

“Huh…” I hummed softly, eyebrow quirking in interest as I plucked it back up, “Like, an aphrodisiac?”

“I don’t think so?” April shook her head, “It was thrown in with the wedding favours provided by the, er… Court of Fortune, I think? There were things like Fortune’s Favour, Love’s Boon, things like that.”

“Ahhh, luck magic,” I smiled, nodding softly, “So whoever pops this…”

“Will be falling into bed left and right before they know it, I guess,” April nodded along, “It’s all yours, if you want it. I haven’t seen you leave the house in, like, a week, and you certainly haven’t invited anybody over in that time. Someone’s been neglecting their needs again, Muff.”

I barked out a laugh at that, a soft embarrassed heat rising to my ears, but I couldn’t exactly say she was wrong. I had been a bit bogged down by paperwork, of all things, for the past week. As it turned out, unbeknownst to me, the Wayfarer’s Guild that I was a member of got a little tetchy whenever its members failed to report the details of their dalliances into any and all undeveloped worlds, and as soon as my agent had found out about my many, many yet-undeclared such adventures, things had gotten very heavy very quickly. It wasn’t difficult work, going back and filling out forms and checking boxes, but it was the sort of work that went by slowly at the best of times due to the sheer soul-sucking nature of it all. 

“I guess fair enough,” I chuckled softly, turning back to April, who had since finished her breakfast and was now observing me with a teasing intrigue, “I have a lot of running around to do this week, I could probably use the stress relief in the middle of it all. But, I mean, don’t you want it for yourself?”

“Fuck, no, I am so sexed out,” she shook her head abruptly and planted her cheek in her palm exhaustedly, “The only way that I could manage to keep Swipe too busy to propose right in the middle of somebody else’s wedding was by diving us both headfirst into the nuptial orgy room, I… I am good for a few weeks, at the least.”

It was all I could do to keep from bursting out laughing at that, now finally recognizing the soft smell of old sex coming off of my roommate and partner, previously masked beneath the scent of her perfume that she had probably applied much too heavily in an effort to mask. She could clearly see the amusement in my eyes, though, and she acknowledged it with a small roll of her eyes and a sneer at her own state.

After a few seconds of consideration, I turned the potion over in my hands, examining it one final time. I did have a lot to do in the next few days, and with luck magic being what it was, I honestly had no idea how powerful the effect was meant to be, or how long it was meant to last. I mean, it could seriously get in my way if all anybody wanted to do all day was tear my clothes off. And after all, who knew if getting me laid was all it was gonna do? The Court of Fortune wasn’t as mischievous as the Trickster Court, but they were still fairies, and–

The potion of Lust’s Bounty slid down my throat with two clean gulps. It was thicker than water by a fair amount, almost sticky, with a distinctly sharp and salted flavour that contrasted with its bright pinkish-red hue that you’d normally associate with raspberry or generic-chemical-candy berry.

“Aaaaand they made it taste like cum,” I sighed, thumbing a little residue off of my chin and setting the phial down, only to see it promptly disintegrate and flicker off into light, its use expended. 

“Of course they did,” April chuckled, “So, feel anything immediately different?”

“No?” I frowned, taking a second to examine myself for side effects. I didn’t feel at all hornier than normal myself, and on a quick look and feel, there weren’t any parts of my physical body that had been changed to be more sexually evocative, not that I was exactly presenting myself modestly at the time to begin with.

“Hm,” April just shrugged, standing up from her chair to toss her finished grape vine into the compost. She turned back around, clearly about to say something else, but instead, her eyes just seemed to trace over me for a second. I figured she was just scanning me for changes as I had scanned myself, so I leaned back in my chair to give her a clear view, gesturing to myself and shrugging nonchalantly. 

A few seconds of silence passed before she also shrugged, before striding over and leaning down close to me, lifting one finger to trace a line along my jaw and smile.

“Anyway…” she murmured sultrily, “You don’t have anything to do too immediately, right? Wanna go… take a shower?”

I blinked, cocking my eyebrow at her, “Didn’t you just say you were all sexed out?”

“A lady is allowed to change her mind,” she shrugged, “And, I mean, it’s not like—”

A smirk gently parted my lips as I watched the very moment the realization kicked in behind her eyes. Her shoulders tensed slightly as her expression morphed into a strange mix of surprise and fascination.

“That’s…” she mumbled, trailing off immediately.

“Fast-acting, it seems,” I laughed, leaning forward to present the ample cleavage that my tank top afforded me directly towards her, “Or does the fact that your current horniness comes from a sudden spike in luck from me put a damper on your mood~?”

“Oh, you’re always lucky that I’m into you,” April teased back, “I only just now realize that, in giving this little boon to you, of all people, I may have unleashed a beast that nobody can see coming.”

“You could always not pull me into the shower with you. Prove the fates wrong, and all.”

“And let you stay this smug all day?”

“Smug looks good on me. I think it brings out my eyes.”

“You’re right, it does. Though, you know what I think would look even better on your face?”

“What’s that?”

“Me.”

I could only cackle softly as April promptly grabbed me by the ponytail and pulled me up out of my seat, striding us both into the bathroom and slamming the door behind us.

My week began with my tongue fluttering lovingly against April’s as the steamy shower beat down on us, and even then, I had absolutely no idea what I was in for that week at all.

~~~

I wasn’t even halfway through the door of Starlit Solutions, the cozy little magic shop with the teardrop crystals hanging down from its canopied entranceway that only appeared on lonely streetcorners when it was needed most, when a pair of half-clawed fuzzy hands grabbed me by the arm and yanked me inside, the bell above the doorway protesting its sudden jostle as the door was promptly slammed shut behind me.

“Gah!” I exclaimed in surprise, fumbling for a second to regain my grip on the backpack that I’d been wearing one-strapped, as the surprisingly strong grip continued to pull me further inside.

Noelle Rosabelle was a somewhat stocky gray-furred catfolk, dressed in a bleach-dyed front-tie sash top and a starry skirt, and a general overabundance of tangled-together bracelets leading from wrist to elbow on each fuzzy arm. Her head was turned away from me as she led me past the rows of arcane materials and paraphernalia that lined her store and towards the ‘staff-only’ staircase that I knew led up to her living quarters, so I couldn’t tell exactly what expression in her eyes that her oversize coke-bottle glasses would be magnifying at the moment, but I could tell by her stiff, urgent demeanour and the fact that she hadn’t greeted me with her usual babbling outpour of hellos, gossips, and life anecdotes, that something was up. 

“Hey, hey, okay, going, going…” I stammered out as I was pulled up the stairs behind her, finally being released from her firm-pawed grip as she flung open the door to her bedroom and pushed me inside, closing the door behind her and promptly planting her back against it, head tilting downwards to shade over her face. I shook my forearm to ease it a bit, tilting my head at her curiously, before setting my bag aside and taking a tentative step forward.

“Hey, Noelle, what’s up?” I asked, planting my hand on her lightly-trembling shoulder, “I, uh… brought you the stuff you asked for, remember? Did something happen? Are you alright?”

Noelle just sniffled, the sound coming out of her feline vocal chords like a small, yelping mewl. Her large glasses were fogging up, I noticed, and I gingerly slipped them off of her face and set them aside, placing my hand to her cheek to gently lift her face up to meet mine. 

I was expecting, at that point, the brimming and watery eyes of someone just barely holding back a good deal of tears. What I wasn’t expecting, though, was for her to swiftly jump up, wrap her arms around my head to tangle her fuzzy fingers up in my hair below my ponytail, and kiss me quite forcefully. 

“Christian broke up with me!” Noelle finally cried out, breaking off both the kiss and embrace just as fast as she had began them, taking a few lunging steps away from me to pace around in a small circle as I reeled from the whiplash, “Just this morning! We were supposed to meet to get matcha… and go to the farmer’s market… but he broke up with me! Over text! What an asshole!”

I just blinked, taking a few seconds to process. It took me about five seconds to fully self-examine and come to the determination that I absolutely hadn’t the faintest idea who the hell ‘Christian’ even was, and another five seconds to eventually come to the resolution that it would not be the best thing right now to point that out verbally. 

“Fuck, that… sucks,” I eventually managed, moving in to join Noelle where she had then posted up, sitting on the edge of her tapestry-lined bed with shoulders hunched and hands kneading in her lap, ‘I’m sorry, Noelle. But, uh… why did you– gah!”

My question was promptly cut off as Noelle, a sudden wild determination on her face, pushed me down into a laying position on her bed and scrambled on top of me. Her several pendants and necklaces now hanging down in front of my face as she straddled my hips, her feline ears flicked with impatience.

“Muffin,” she grumbled in an almost accusatory tone, “You never have to deal with stuff like this. You don’t fall in love as fast as me. Heck, you don’t even fall in love at all, do you!?”

A second of bizarre silence passed, as I suddenly became very aware of the way her crotch was pressing warmly against my thigh.

“I guess… not?” I shrugged, utterly reeling, “I don’t… really do that. Can’t, more like.”

“But you fuck,” she continued, whiskers flicking about crazedly, “You fuck a lot, like… professionally, you fuck. You’ve fucked more people than I’ve ever met, probably!”

“That’s… maybe an exaggeration,” I stumbled out, before shaking my head and pushing myself up into a sitting position once again. Noelle had to scooch back in her straddle to give me space, resulting in our faces ending up mere inches apart, and our chests grazing together in between us as I met her gaze more sternly now, “Hey, what’s going on here? Are you okay? Are you drunk? Talk to me, Noelle, I–”

Quite markedly not talking, Noelle instead promptly raised her hands to the hem of her top and pulled it up over and off of her head, tossing it aside to allow her well-sized, fuzzy boobs to spring free. I balked silently, my gaze just bouncing between her surprisingly-pink nipples and her determined face, which was only now for the first time taking on even the slightest hint of embarrassed coloration, but it didn’t make her falter.

“I want you to teach me,” she purred forcibly, planting her hands on my shoulders and forcing me with her thumbs to meet her eyes once again, “Teach me to just fuck without feelings. I don’t know how to do it, and I haven’t done it in a really long time, so just… show me how you do it! I don’t want you to make love to me, I want you to just fuck me! Now!”

I just incredulously stared back up at her as her face firmed up in a determined pout. Then I looked down at her body, topless and straddling me in a way that she never had before, or even to my memory expressed interest in before. Honestly, I’d thought she was straight up until all of five seconds ago.

And then I glanced back up to her face again. And it was only then that I finally remembered what I had drank that morning. Somehow, it had taken me all the way up to this point to actually make the connection. 

Had my drinking of a horny luck potion been the direct cause of Noelle’s boyfriend dumping her today, of all days? Ehh… it was impossible to tell with fortune magic. I just took one last look at her, all the way down and back up to her eyes, and shrugged softly.

“Alright,” I smirked, before wrapping my arms around Noelle’s neck and pulling her back down on top of me. 

Five minutes later, Noelle’s furry muzzle was buried deep in my wet cunt, textured tongue lapping up over my clit and making me bite down on my own wrist to keep from crying out as I came.

Fifteen minutes after that, my lips were latched around her tender nipple as my fingers pumped in and out of her, enjoying the sound of her pleading mewls and desperate whimpers as I pulled her closer to the edge, her claws ever so delicately scratching against my scalp as she held me close. 

Exactly one hour after I first set foot into Starlit Solutions, I was wiping away the strands of sloppy saliva that still connected my mouth to her pink, well-rimmed asshole, enjoying the view as she half-consciously groaned incoherent half-words into her pillow, pink pussy a squirting mess as she was hit with the last of the orgasm chain that I’d managed to keep going for damn near a half hour now. I enjoyed the view of my handiwork for just a second more before giving a firm slap to her round, airborne rump, which seemed to be the final straw for her. Noelle’s entire body tensed up at the impact, eyes rolling back into her skull, before she let out a shaky sigh of utter bliss and collapsed, knees buckling and falling entirely into a messy, shaky, happy unconsciousness. 

I smiled, planted a tender kiss to her forehead that earned me an appreciative, half-snored purr, and then promptly got dressed and made my exit. I could have stayed until she woke up, I supposed, but then again, she had specifically requested that I show her what it’s like to fuck without feelings involved, and… frankly, I knew that if I was still there when she woke up, there would inevitably have to be a conversation about it. And I had other shit to do that day, thank you very much. 

She’d be fine. Most people tended to be, once they got the living daylights fucked out of them a bit. Honestly, romantics. They can be so dramatic sometimes.

~~~ 

Hot, damp flesh quivered and pulsed slightly against my fingertips as I gently grazed them along his side, feeling the contours of lean muscle connect with the gawky outjuts of bone beneath his soft, pale skin. His back was partially pressed up against me, arms awkwardly at his sides even as I curled myself around him. I smiled, lips pressed against the bare skin of his neck, as I recognized the uncertainty of a man so far beyond his own deep end that he hadn’t the faintest idea what to do with me, how to touch me, even though I was right here. 

The woman in the porn movie I’d caught him watching was currently bent over a table on the screen, her moans from the speakers almost a rhythmic backdrop to the sensation of our warm closeness, but neither of us was really paying much attention to it. And after all, I think it was fair to say, she wasn’t the one who was making his untouched cock twitch with heady need. 

“Loosen up, Sy,” I goaded cheekily, my breath puffing hotly against his ear, causing his face to screw up in shaky uncertainty, “There’s no need to be embarrassed, it’s not like you were jerking off to anything objectionable in here. I mean, what is this, cheating girlfriend fake taxi? Ooooh, sound the alarm, I mean, seriously…”

Sydell Okiro just gulped at that, shoulders twitching as a bead of his sweat trickled down his neck, which I sultrily licked up with a long, pointed drag that left off at his cheek. His lips parted, unbidden, letting out a strangled-sounding squeaky moan, which he was quick to stifle, but I hadn’t missed the urgent twitch of his cock to go right along with it. 

It was something of a lie, of course. When I had walked in, really just intent on paying a visit and getting a little attention from a friend, he hadn’t been that quick on the draw to close out of the tab he had actually been pleasuring himself to. But, I supposed, I was having a bit more fun keeping the poor boy in suspense, with the burning, embarrassed uncertainty only making him fall deeper for my gentle touch. 

This was hardly the first time he was seeing me naked, and hell, this wasn’t even the first time we were fucking, so it was beyond me to say why the poor boy thought I would be scandalized to find out he was jerking off to me, but, well… Sydell’s painfully-obvious little crush on me had never really made sense, so I suppose it wasn’t about to start tracking now. 

“M-Muffin, I– ahhh…” Sydell whimpered, his short brown hair beginning to slicken with sweat as I dragged a single finger down his chest and navel, lifting it away just as it reached halfway down his pelvis and was about to make contact with his cock, now twitching and red-tipped with denial. Call it naughty, but it was the absolute hardest I had ever seen him, and I suppose I was having fun drinking it in.

“Shhhh, it’s alright,” I cooed, wrapping my legs around him from behind and hugging around his back. I had stripped down to my thighhighs, causing my bare breasts and abdomen to press up against his gauntly-toned back, making him squirm back against me unconsciously. I prised apart his legs gently with my ankles, leaving him exposed and free to the warming, humid air around us, “I should have knocked before just walking in, really, it’s my bad. But you know, if you were getting this pent up, you really could have just called me~”

Sydell gasped softly as I poked his cock gently, really just for emphasis, with my sock-clad toe. It was enough to send it into spasms, though, clearly barely containing himself around me. Whether it was borne of bravery or simply utter surrender, I wasn’t sure, but he finally found it within himself to touch me, his previously locked-up arms now moving to caress my thighs as his face turned to mine. Our lips were less than an inch apart, but that was right where I left them, my cheeky smirk widening into a brazen grin of delight as he gasped heaving breath after heaving breath, my scent clearly invading his nostrils and causing his eyes to roll back into his head. 

“Want some help, Sy?” I cooed softly, leaning in to let my lips ever so gently brush against his, “April was telling me just a few days ago that you’ve been stressed out, and I can tell by your balls that it’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“M-Muffin…” he strangled out, mindlessly rocking against me as we both leaned back against his pillows. I recognized the scent of my own preferred cologne mingled amidst the sheets. Had he been huffing it to get off? My, he was in much, much deeper than even I had estimated before.

“I’m not gonna do anything if you don’t ask me to,” I reminded cheekily, squishing my boobs against his back even closer, just for emphasis, “After all, it would be rude to assume… I can always leave, let you get back to… what you were doing, and all…”

“No!” he suddenly cried out, head jerking back urgently against me, sending a few beads of dotted sweat flying in his desperation, before he continued softly, cheeks burning, “...p-please, Muffin…”

I left it for just a second, wanting to see if I could make him sink even further into it, but any more words failed him favour of just a little more anticipatory thrashing, and an urgent kneading of my thighs as if he was trying to pull me into himself completely. I smiled, planted a cheeky peck to his flushed cheek, and finally placed my hand firmly around the head of his cock…

…and blinked in surprise, suddenly met with a hot pulsing against my fingers, and Sydell throwing his head back in a long, delirious groan of pleasure. His cum, sticky and warm, coated my hand and dribbled down the length of his cock to pool in his pelvis. I pulled my hand away softly as I thought he was reaching the end of his sudden orgasm, but I had misjudged it slightly, leaving one last rope of cum to spurt high in an arch through the air, eventually splattering against his exposed, sweaty chest and making a complete mess of the poor boy.

Dearie me. He had cum from just me touching it. I should really cut the poor guy a break for a little while, this was beginning to get bad.

I could only giggle softly at the sight of his state as Sydell’s heady orgasm finally dragged to a close, the sweat beading his flesh cooling off slightly as he slumped back against me, flesh quivering and a thin trickle of drool trailing out of his agape, heavily-panting mouth. I planted a soft kiss to his forehead before slowly separating myself out from behind him, idly cleaning my hand of his cum with my tongue as I stepped back to take in the sight. 

The porn video had stopped, now, having finished at some point when neither of us had been paying attention. I giggled again, now realizing that he hadn’t even closed the previous tab, rather just minimized it, and it only took a single click of the mouse to bring it back up. 

It wasn’t even a particularly good nude, I couldn’t help but note with a huff. It was a selfie I had taken in my gym clothes post-workout, cheekily pulling down the collar of my sports bra to expose a single breast to the mirror that I was taking the selfie in front of. There were pictures that I knew Sydell had on his phone that I had put far more personal effort into, why specifically this one was so enticing to him out of all of them was utterly beyond me. 

And then, a devilish little idea sprung to mind. I smiled, turned back to Sydell’s evidently-unconscious, sweaty, sex-ruined form, and set to work.

He was too out of it to wake up throughout the process of me cleaning him off, every droplet and rope of cum he’d splattered across his torso and cock dutifully licked up and swallowed. But I made sure that when he did wake up, sometime after I had cleaned myself up and left, a host of fresh selfies was waiting for him on the screen.

You know, in case he still didn’t have it in him to just text me, whenever he wanted me. Seriously.

~~~

-MONDAY-

This party hadn’t been an orgy when I had walked in. I was at least reasonably certain of that.

My mouth dropped open to moan, the sensation of the blonde woman’s thumb rolling circles over my clit causing my back to arch, but it only provided access for someone I couldn’t even see to push their cock into my mouth, which I instinctively began to suckle on, rolling the head into my cheek and caressing it with my tongue. Another man straddled my torso and stared down hungrily at me from above, his strong hands wrapping my heaving tits around his cock and fucking himself with them. The man in my mouth came quickly, pulling free and leaving me to groan with pleasure around a mouthful of his seed as the woman fingering me transferred her attentions to fingering my asshole, and my now-vacant mouth was quickly made use of again.

Why had I even come to this party? It was difficult to remember, with my mouth currently being used to spit-shine a pair of heavy balls, thick cock resting on my face and invading my mind with its scent. Was I invited? I should think so, I rarely come to social events like this out of the blue. Who by, though? Glancing around at the ocean of writhing, naked bodies that surrounded me on all sides, I didn’t see anyone I recognized immediately. Then again, though, I could hardly say I was really all there, at the moment, so it was hard to be sure. 

The fingering turned abruptly into fisting, and whoever’s balls I had been lapping at was wise enough to quickly pull clear as my teeth clenched together, a sudden puff of air being forced out of my lungs at the mind-numbing sensation of being stretched. The man on my chest came, ropes of cum spraying up over my collar and face. My eyes rolled back as I came hard, my voice coming out as animalistic wails as my back arched, a spray of squirt and femcum shooting up from my yet-unused pussy and directly into the face of the woman fingering me, who seemed happy enough to open her mouth and drink me in. I think she was also getting fucked from behind, but to be honest, it was difficult to pay attention to anything beyond myself.

Was this a birthday party, of all things? Whose could it possibly be, though? And why would I have shown up for that? As my orgasm died down, I was able to catch just the slightest glimpse of a woman licking what appeared to be crumbled cake off of a man’s abs, before a pair of legs blocked my vision, and I quickly forgot I was even wondering. 

I hungrily licked and ate at the soaked labia of whoever had just sat down on my face, the taste of sex and the cum of others who had used her before me invading my mouth and making me go just a little bit crazy. The fist pulled suddenly free of my ass as I worked, despite having been buried inside me almost up to the elbow, and I nearly came a second time just from the sensation of my now-empty ass pulsing and gaped against the air. If I hadn’t been muffled by the pussy I was eating out, I would have probably screamed in delight as I finally felt a cock push its way into my neglected pussy, and my legs locked up tight around the hips of whoever it was that began to fuck me viciously. 

Mya. The recollection returned to me suddenly as I brought the woman above me to a shivering climax. Mya Bright was somewhere around here, she was the one I was here to see for some reason. She must have already been attending whatever this social function actually was, and just decided to arrange to meet me here as well. As a matter of fact, now that I thought of it, it was only now that I realized that I was still… sort of wearing a dress. A deep emerald green with a hip-length slit and a figure-hugging cut. This must be a high-class social gathering of some kind, at the least. In that case, the sudden transformation into an orgy was beginning to make a degree of sense. 

Whoever was inside of me came abruptly, bottoming themselves out inside of me and emptying their cum into my uterus, which only made me howl with yet another orgasm and lock them in place with my legs, relishing mindlessly in the blazing warmth filling me up. 

So I was getting fucked by the rich, then. How very pointed.

As yet another cock pushed its way into my mouth, I finally arrived at the resolution that attempting to make sense of how exactly I had ended up here any further was not only broadly pointless, but would likely just get in the way of me having any more fun. And it was at that point, shrugging to myself and diving back into the heat of things, that complete memories seemed to cease, leaving only errant flashes in their wake.

I ate a man’s cum out of another man’s ass while a woman pulled my hair back and fistfucked me with a latex-gloved hand. A different woman snorted a line of something off my boobs and then made out with me messily, while another woman wrapped my feet around her cock and fucked them. At one point, I actually managed to find Mya again, but all we did was lock bodies and kiss on the floor while we were showered in the cum of a circle of people jerking themselves to completion above us. And so on, and so on, and so on. 

I must have fallen asleep in the pile, as the next thing I knew, I was rousing in the backseat of a fancy coach, being driven by a man who told me he’d been paid very well to get me home safe. Whoever had called him for me had clearly also made some effort to clean me up and redress me, though my dress was still slightly askew enough that most of an areola was rather plainly visible to the driver. To his credit, though, he didn’t look, and was the picture of gentlemanly service all the way up until he made to help me out of the coach outside of the Terminus station.

So I took his hand, pulled him inside, and sucked him off. Because, you know. I hadn’t had enough for my liking yet.

~~~

Roxy Rook might just be an even more difficult person to say no to than I was.

At this point, coming home to find the latest of Roxy’s seemingly-endlessly-long line of boyfriends lounging with her on the couch island half-naked was hardly a novel experience. Nudity was hardly scandalous in our apartment, no matter who it was, so really, I had just gotten used to tuning the sight out and ignoring the both of them. After all, it was extremely rare that it would ever be the same guy for more than a week or so, so there was really no point in getting acquainted. 

What was new, however, was for Roxy to spring up as I walked in the door, drag me over to ‘meet’ said new boyfriend, this time a lithe-looking long-haired guy who looked to be at least half-lizardkin, and in the same breath ask me to help her fuck him. 

I really should have said no. I hadn’t known why she was asking, I still sort of didn’t, and I just assumed it was because this guy had asked for a threesome not even a week into their relationship, and she was just hopelessly eager to please. 

But lo, she begged. And when Roxy Rook has it in her head to beg you for something, you’ll probably end up doing the damn thing for her before you even realize you said yes.

And hell, anyway. He may be Roxy’s… normal brand of skeezeball, but that didn’t make his perfectly-curved pair of ribbed reptilian cocks feel anything less than heavenly.

Roxy moaned into my mouth as I gulped at her tongue with my own, our bodies pressed together on the couch as we were both fucked into harshly from behind. I was the top part of our little stack, pressing Roxy down into the folds of the couch as our chests and cunts rubbed together. The lizard guy, whose name I had probably been told a moment ago but already couldn’t remember, had one ribbed, knotted cock buried deep in each of our cunts, the stretching pressure pushing out our abdomens slightly and causing our clits to grind against one another.

We’d only been going for a minute or so like this, but Roxy was already incoherent. She babbled and twitched her way through her fourth or fifth consecutive orgasm, eyes rolling and mind mostly gone at this point, and I could tell it was all she could do to keep kissing me, as that was all that was keeping the screams of ecstatic pleasure contained. I was faring a little better, perhaps from experience, or perhaps because I still held onto a little piece of indignance at the whole affair that was still acting as a small barrier against the fullness of the pleasure. Still, though, I could feel that I was getting close as well, but a fiery pettiness blazed inside of me, and I was determined to make this fresh-faced jackass cum before I did. 

It didn’t take much, really. A couple drums of my hips beating back against his pounding was all it took for his knots to finally pop inside of us, and he threw his head back in a hissing, satisfied groan as his warm cum began to fill us up. 

“Fuck…” I hissed through my teeth, the sensation of being filled pushing me to climax as well, though I was reluctant to show it off in any way other than tension pulsing through every muscle and a harsh grit in my jaw. 

“Oh, man,” the guy wheezed out at last, his cocks pulling free of us, allowing his cum to flow out of both of our cunts and ruin the covers of the couch, “Fuck, Molly, you and your friend feel great…”

“Roxy,” I corrected him harshly, as Roxy was clearly far too knocked out to do it for him.

He just blinked at me, confused, “Roxy? But, I thought your name was–”

“Not me, her!” I exclaimed, spinning around and snarling at him, “For fuck’s sake, you don’t even have her name right?”

“Whoa, whoa, easy there,” he held up his hands in an almost patronizing surrender, “I’m just out of it, you milked me dry, there, ha. Damn, babe, you feisty.”

“You don’t know the half of it,” I snarled, “You should go before I decide to be a lot less nice with you. Clearly, all you’re good for is your dicks, so I have half a mind to just turn you into a dildo and be done with it.”

“Turn me into a dildo? Seriously? That’s your idea of a threat?”

“You wouldn’t be the first, you know. I’m a fuckin’ reality bender, bitch.”

“A reality bender who’s got my nut still leakin’ down her legs while she tells me off. Sorry, babe, you’re kinda hard to take seriously like that, you know?”

“Kiss my ass!”

At that, rather than back off or hurl some other aggravating remark my way, the reptilian jackass seemed to dutifully stoop to his knees and look up at me faux-affectionately.

A beat of silence passed, as I suddenly became aware of the fact that his cocks were both very hard once again, and both standing quite rigidly at attention in my direction as he glanced up at me, a snide smile on his face and infuriating amusement glinting in his eyes.

“Well?” he finally asked, “You told me to kiss your ass. You gonna turn around, or what?”

I glanced back at Roxy, who was still unconscious on the couch behind me. In fact, it seemed that the momentary post-fuck blackout had transformed into a much more long-term nap in the time we’d been jabbering, as she had at some point curled herself around a pillow and begun snoring.

“Fuck you,” I hissed, but turned around and bent over in front of him regardless.

“Happy to oblige,” he replied smugly, before his reptilian tongue slithered into my ass, and I just about screamed.

About two hours later, I roused Roxy with a warm blanket around her shoulders and a can of her favourite lemonade from the fridge. Her eyes lit up as she plucked it from my hands, face glowing with familiar satisfaction of post-hookup bliss, taking a sip as she nuzzled into my shoulder, allowing me to rest my head on hers and relax at last.

“Mmm…” she hummed contentedly, before turning to me, “So, what do you think of Vindral?”

“He’s a complete asshole, you can do way better,” I replied simply, waving a dismissive hand with a curt tone.

“Mmm, I know, I know…” she sighed, throwing herself back against the cushions in an exasperated huff, “I mean, seriously, he wanted a threesome not even a week into dating. I know you don’t really get the whole monogamy routine, Muff, but even you know that’s nuts…”

“You know, I’m not sure if I’m more concerned by the fact that your dates always seem to have glaring red flags,” I hummed, frowning softly, “Or by the fact that you’re clearly aware of them, and yet you bring these dudes around anyway.”

“Well, yeah, I mean, you felt how good he was to fuck,” Roxy bit her lip mischievously at me before glancing around, “Where is he, anyway? Did he step out already?”

“He did,” I nodded with a shrug, “We finished up, I told him off, and then I sent him on his way. I doubt he’ll be back, honestly, I really let him have it.” 

Roxy just hummed contentedly and nodded, taking another sip of her lemonade before rolling over and balling herself up in her blankets again, clearly already halfway to falling back into another contented nap. She didn’t even look the slightest bit bothered, not that I had really expected her to. I just sighed, shook my head, patted her gently and affectionately on the shoulder, and stood up and made my way back to my room. 

My new dildo looked quite nice on the shelf with the others, I remarked inwardly. In the end, he’d even asked for it. Apparently, the several other girlfriends who had all thought they were the only girlfriend had ended up meeting, and apparently, he preferred this to the alternative.

“What an asshole,” I scoffed with a derisive smirk, before plucking the dildo off the shelf to use once again.

~~~

“You know, you’ve really outdone yourself this time, Badraan,” I tutted, rolling my eyes with a blithe smirk as I at last stepped into the royal chambers, letting the heavy gold-plated door swing shut behind me, “And I’m really honestly not sure if I mean that sarcastically or not.”

At the sound of my entry, the large gold-skinned demigod shifted where he laid leisurely on the ornate four-poster bed, pausing mid-bite of a shimmering pear to observe me. A smile spread across his broad features, and at the prompting of a small wave of his hand, I gave him a little twirl to show off.

It was a small tradition, at this point, this procedure whenever Badraan Bolshevim, demigod of luxury and wealth, beckoned me to accompany him in his own personal realm. I would arrive and be greeted by his servant staff, all of whom I’d come to know by name at this point, who would dress and appoint me in whatever way Badraan had selected for the day. There were exceptions, but I almost always found myself adorned in gold and jewels and revealingly diaphanous cloths, and today was no different. A gem-encrusted belt hung loosely low at my hips, connecting to an open-front skirt of purest white. High-heeled sandals of what seemed to be pure gold clicked softly against the marble floor. The only things truly covering my decency, if you could truly call it that, was a skimpy two-piece bikini of fine green fabric with gold-trimmed edges, the green accenting the emerald eyes of the twin snake bracelets that curled and coiled up the lengths of both my arms. My hair was abnormally down, with extensions in to make it far longer, as well as gems and jewels woven in to make it so I truly sparkled from every angle.

So, ostentatious slut, pretty much. Just how Badraan liked me.

“Ah, Muffin!” Badraan greeted heartily, gesturing to the space beside him on the bed for me to join him, “Come, come! You are a sight for sore eyes, as ever. I was just beginning to bore, please, join me!”

I gave my eyes another half-roll at his eagerness, but I obliged him, striding over slowly and giving my hips a little sashay as I moved, just to tease the large man a bit. His smile only broadened, and he brought himself up from a lounging position to a cross-legged one, which only slightly diminished the amount of space he took up on the bed. Being the figure of ostentatious wealth that he was, Badraan was bedecked in a comparable way to me, though he had the luxury of foregoing the golden trims and linings to his garments by virtue of every inch of his skin being made of the stuff. Strings of fine jewels and beads lined his wrists and neck, his thick bemuscled arms and broad shoulders only dwarfed in his frame by his impressive belly, which I’d never seen him wear a shirt over in my entire life. 

I nodded to the serving staff who had been breezing him with frond fans, who bowed and retreated at my approach, before climbing into bed beside him and meeting him with a passionate kiss. 

“Muffin, coi tegjio, you look healthy, you look well!” Badraan boomed appreciatively as the kiss broke off, caressing my exposed waist and hips with his massive hands tenderly, “I am glad to see my eye has not failed me yet, that little number really does suit you as well as I had hoped! Tell me, tell me, do you like it? Is it fitting well?”

“Mostly, yes,” I chuckled softly, glancing back down at the frankly ridiculous getup I’d been dressed in for the occasion, “A little tight in the chest, maybe.”

“Ahh,” Badraan shook his head good-naturedly, “Well, not every garment is made to contain you there, it is true. Go ahead, take it off, I don’t mind at all.”

I snorted at the mischievous twinkle in his eye at that, but I did just so, unclasping the back of the bikini top and letting my girls spring free as it fell away into my lap. Badraan’s eyes simply lit up even brighter, before he gestured to me to get closer, and I did just that.

“Regale me with your adventures again, please,” he murmured softly into the back of my head as we began to spoon, his meaty golden hands reaching around my body to idly caress my boobs, “It is so very boring, spending all day here in this comfortable place on these comfortable sheets. This is why I need you in my life, you know?”

I did know, of course. Badraan and I had had this little back-and-forth for years, at this point. I provide him a little entertainment in the form of dressing up for him and indulging him with the many stories of my escapades, and in return, I was very well-pampered. Of course, to be honest, he was mostly the one getting something out of doing the pampering, too. Inevitably, when the time came for me to leave, Badraan would insist I keep the outfit, as well as dumping an amount of gold and wealth onto me that would make most kings and gods shit themselves with envy, but which I never really asked for, and certainly never needed. Badraan just got a lot out of spoiling me, I supposed, and I enjoyed the broad demigod’s amicable company enough to indulge him happily. 

I didn’t always end up fucking Badraan whenever he requested I come by. Sometimes, he simply wanted to talk, or listen, or both. Sometimes, he had a small story of his own that he wanted to share with a friendly ear. And once, I had spent eight straight hours trouncing him in chess without him ever once complaining. I’d never brought the matter up with him verbally, it didn’t seem right to risk popping the ostentatious and gold-plated dream that he seemed to pride himself in living in, but I assumed it got lonely in your own private realm when the only people to talk to were automaton servants made to see to your every whim.

But then again, sometimes we did end up fucking. And when I hadn’t even finished my first little story by the time I could feel Badraan’s frankly suitably thick cock pressing up against the small of my back, I figured that at this point, I was hardly surprised in the slightest that it would end up being one of those times this week.

I simply parted my legs for him and pressed myself back against his hot, broad body, continuing my stories as I know he would object if I interrupted myself on his account. He worked his cock into me softly, gently, inch by inch filling me up without so much as a hint of the carnal urgency of some other men. He was slow, deliberate, and affectionate, moving one of his hands away from my chest to rub at my clit as he thrusted slowly into me. My second story was perhaps occasionally interrupted by a soft gasp of pleasure or a hum of delight passed through a bitten lip, but I managed to get all the way through it before he elected to pick up his pace.

I moaned, and his thumb found its way into my mouth as I did, prompting me to dutifully suckle on it as he pumped his cock in and out of me and bringing us both closer to climax. I glanced up to meet his eyes as they peered down at me with nothing short of admiration, and a sly little teasing thought crossed my mind.

In the end, I couldn’t help but ensure that he would be the one to cum first. After all, I knew Badraan’s buttons, and I knew just the one to tickle to send him over the edge in an instant.

With a lascivious pop, I pulled his thumb out of my mouth, allowing my tongue to loll out as I looked back up to meet his eyes. I let my own eyes go cross-eyed and googly, let out a girlish little giggle, and whispered my killing blow in the perfectly enrapturing way that I knew he’d take like a hit to his very soul.

“...Dadd-y~”

Badraan cried out abruptly as molten-hot cum suddenly shot out inside of me, his cock bottoming out in my pussy and his muscular arms spasming around me, clutching me tight. One of his arms, by chance, had wrapped just a little bit around my neck, the ever-so-slight asphyxiation sensation being what sent me over the edge as well, letting my eyes roll back and my tongue hang out as I rode out the shared orgasm with utter pampered glee.

We stayed like that for a long time, though I couldn’t quite tell exactly how long. His cock stuffed all the way inside me, my body practically dwarfed by his behind me, embracing me with the utmost care. I had more stories to tell, but I found myself saving them for next time, as we both grew content with the silent sensation of the other’s warm presence.

When I left at last, I was quite cheerily exhausted, a good deal richer, and due to deific cum tending to bypass most conventional arcane countermeasures, perhaps just the slightest bit pregnant, though that was a quick fix. I hung the new outfit up in my overstuffed closet along with the others, and already found myself eagerly anticipating the next time I would get a call from Badraan Bolshevim.

~~~

-TUESDAY-

There was a palpable, familiarly nostalgic buzz in the air around me as I stepped gingerly away from the Terminus dock and onto the familiar white stone cobbles, taking in a deep breath and looking up and around at the steeple-spiked skyline that I hadn’t seen in so long. Arcane wind rustled the ever-bright leaves of the perfectly-druidcrafted trees that lined the massive courtyard around me, fountains and benches and intricate hedgework lining a lattice of pathways that connected the many tall school buildings that stood like white-shining monoliths against the crystalline sky.

The Grand Epicentral University of Daoclyre was just about as I remembered it, with even the humblest of its academic buildings coming off like a cathedral. I sighed and shook my head clear of its wonder, reminding myself that I shouldn’t be too impressed with any establishment so bureaucratically ingrained as Daoclyre U, no matter if it just so happened to be my alma mater, or whatever.

All around me, students and academics were milling about the courtyard, some lounging, some practicing and reading up on their assorted areas of study, and some running hither and fro in between classes or other engagements. I tutted softly, trying to gather my bearings amidst the massive campus and remember my way around, as it really had been quite some time since I had been here, and the campus in total was the size of some small nations, with a series of transport pads and shuttles being the only effective way of transporting its population around. In the end, I wound up wandering in what I had thought was the right direction for something like an hour, before I finally sighed and resolved myself to flagging someone down to ask for directions. Just as I was about to, though, a voice rang out from behind me, causing me to spin on my heel in surprise and recognition.

“Muffin! Holy shit, it is you!”

“Charlie!?” I exclaimed, my eyes widening as I recognized the grey-skinned Ventrix woman that was now bounding towards me, glowing yellow eyes somehow drowned out by the brightness of her grin as she raced up and embraced me, a gesture that I heartily returned.

“Hey, hey!” Charlie beamed at me, holding me out at arm’s length now and sweeping her energetic gaze up and down my body, “What the hell brings you back here? Gosh, it’s been ages!”

“Literally, ages, yeah,” I laughed, nodding along, “Never mind that brings me back here, what are you doing here? I would have thought you would have long since graduated by now!”

“I could have if I wanted to, but I’m sticking around for the full course,” Charlie grinned, “I just finished the slog that was my Postdoctorate a year ago, and now I’m working towards my Sagehood! You’re looking at the next Provost of Applied Radical Cognition, if I get my way!”

“Oh, shit, good for you!” I exclaimed, “And here I’d managed to get it in my head that you were just as eager to get the hell outta here as I was, at the end, ha.”

“Oh, believe me, I didn’t get to this point without a lot of second-guessing,” Charlie laughed, “But what’s new with you? You kinda dropped off the map after you got free of this place, what have you gotten up to?”

“My living situation is about the same,” I smiled, “But I’m in the Wayfarer’s Guild now. Occupying my time mostly getting up to nonsense in the Outskirts, you know.”

“A full-blown scoundrel adventurer, eh?” Charlie scoffed good-naturedly, “Suits you. I suppose I should ask, how long has it been, for you? I mean, from my perspective, it’s been about six years, but if you spend all your time world-hopping…”

“I… well… it’s been a few lifetimes?” I shrugged, “Hard to keep track, after a certain point, really. I’ve hit the point where I just start introducing myself as my biological age, rather than by the number of years I’ve actually physically experienced, since the latter is just getting both too high and too troublesome to keep track of.”

“Yeesh, yeah. No wonder you looked so lost! I had to wonder for a second if it really was you I was looking at, you just seemed so confused.”

“Yeah,” I sighed and shook my head, “I don’t suppose you’d be free to point me where I’m going? I found a little artefact doo-dad on one of my recent gallivants that I need identifying and appraising, and one of the Outskirt Antiquity profs returned my messages. I’m trying to remember which building is the right one, ha.”

“Oh, sure, I’m free,” Charlie nodded along, already beginning to walk with me in what was quite directly the opposite direction that I had been heading previously, “Which professor is it?”

A short beat of silence passed between me and my old friend then, as a cheeky little smirk tugged up at the edges of my mouth. Charlie tilted her head at me, frizzy black afro bobbing in the light breeze, before a wash of sudden realization crashed over her features, which made me nearly bust out laughing in the middle of the square.

“Saregath,” I said cheekily, even though I knew I didn’t even need to, “It’s Professor Saregath.”

“Of course it is!” Charlie let out a whooping laugh, seemingly not caring if anyone around us heard, “Of course he’d return your messages, Muffin, because you spent half of sixth year bent over his desk!”

“Well, yeah,” I rolled my eyes and whipped my hair in the breeze proudly, “But he is also an expert in the exact field I need an expert in, so I figured I might as well reach out. I doubt that’s what he’s after right now, I mean, I don’t exactly have any grades I need him to favourably adjust anymore.”

“You haven’t changed at all, have you? A ‘couple lifetimes’, my grey ass,” Charlie chuckled aloud, bumping my hip playfully with hers, a gesture that I returned with a cheeky waggle of my eyebrows.

“You can talk,” I shot back, smirking, “I rather distinctly remember you and a certain taurian Antomancy instructor…”

“Ahh, yeah…” Charlie shook her head wistfully, before turning back to me with a smile, “We did alright, didn’t we?”

“I think so,” I nodded back, “And I, for one, continue to do pretty alright.”

“Is that an accusation? I’ll have you know I have a measurable percentage of the student body around here dangling off my finger, thank you very much.”

“Only a percentage? You’ve slipped in the years we’ve been apart.”

“Oh, shut up, you little tease.”

“Make me.”

Charlie and I both stopped in our tracks at that, turning to each other with a sudden tension emanating between us like static. Were we joking around? Of course we were. We were two old friends catching up after years of having split apart by chance. We were bound to do that. 

But that didn’t change the sudden hunger that I saw in her glowing yellow eyes. And so, I simply shrugged, and leaned forwards.

The door of the vacant auditorium sent an echoing thud resounding out into the cathedral-like hallways of the school building we’d found our way into at random, but neither of us particularly cared. My legs were wrapped up around Charlie’s hips, and she carried me aloft by the thighs as our tongues entwined. Setting me down at last on the nearby podium, we made short work of one another’s clothes, and I let out my first gasp of pleasure as a pair of familiar fingers found their way inside me for the first time in years.

I think, at some point, a class was supposed to start in that auditorium, based on the eventual swinging open of the doors and the chorus of surprise that Charlie and I only half paid attention to. But we didn’t mind the audience. And the audience we eventually gathered certainly didn’t seem to mind us.

~~~

It was, despite what I’d said to Charlie, fairly unsurprising how quickly I ended up with my skirt hiked up against Professor Saregath’s desk, after I had just finished getting myself cleaned up from my last nostalgic encounter here.

Ah, well. I mean, really, I had shown up in a plaid miniskirt, thighhighs, and a tight black blouse unbuttoned low enough to show a small triangle of bright-green bra. I wasn’t exactly being what you could call subtle.

“There’s the Muffin Knight I remember,” Saregath sneered in my ear, pressing me into his desk from behind as he urgently pulled at my blouse. He was, as always, on the handsome side of gaunt, with just the right amount of aging wrinkles and five o’clock shadow to make him come off as distinguished without being so terribly old-looking. Olive skin, slick black hair, and flashing auburn eyes behind a thin pair of academic spectacles, his every domineering caress was taking me right back to my school days in a tantalizingly taboo allure. 

“Good to see you haven’t gotten any more proper since I left,” I sneered over my shoulder at him, only to earn a pair of fingers pushing their way into my mouth as a reward. I moaned and suckled on them as his other hand planted a firm, domineering smack to my shapely ass, before he seized the waistband of my skirt and just about tore it off me, eyes glinting.

“I’m as proper as I ever have been,” Saregath sneered, pointedly pressing the bulge in his corduroy pants up against the wet spot rapidly forming in my panties, “I’ll have you remember I was hardly the one to initiate our independent studies, Ms. Knight.”

“Annngh,” I moaned around his fingers, before pulling myself free and shooting back, “True… I still remember that stupid face you made, the first time I crawled into your lap…”

For emphasis, I began to wiggle my ass back against his now-pulsing bulge, causing him to let out a small predatory snarl and grab my hips forcefully. I felt a trickle of my own juices finally break free of my panties and begin to trickle down my thighs. Fuck, I was wet. 

“I’m sure it does nothing to compare to your expressions that I’ve seen,” he chuckled darkly, “Let’s see if you still melt like butter for even the slightest bit of attention down here, hm?”

In a quick, assertive motion, he grabbed my slickened panties and dragged them down, revealing my holes to him, and plunged the pair of fingers that had been in my mouth directly into my taut, puckering ass, using my saliva as all the lubrication they needed to slither in. I gasped and shivered at the sudden sensation of his fingers curling around inside me, leaning down to press my cheek against the cool wood of his office desk for stability. As he pressed his fingers deeper, and soon added a third, a small puddle of my own drool began to collect beneath my cheek, and I let out a long, shuddering moan for him.

“Same as ever,” Saregath sneered, looking self-satisfied as I met his gaze naughtily from over my shoulder.

“I hope you aren’t just planning to– nngh, tease me all day,” I cooed, “Come on, it’s been six whole years, right? Might as well get some relief of your own, no?”

Saregath growled at that, clearly resenting being ordered around as such, but it didn’t stop him from extracting his fingers from my now-prepped ass to fiddle for a moment with his belt. His corduroy trousers fell to his ankles in a heap, allowing a familiar cock to spring up and slap against my exposed taint, the anticipation causing my abdomen to tremble in utter excitement. 

Professor Saregath’s cock was on the thinner side, comparatively, but it made up for it in sheer length. The uncharitable might call the man a pencil-dick, but all I saw was the potential of a flawlessly brutal anal reaming without any of the consequences to my ability to walk afterwards.

We were right back in step as though we’d never stopped meeting like this, it seemed. After just enough of a dip in my sopping cunt to lubricate, he plunged himself into my awaiting, tight ass, and all the air left my lungs in one gleeful, elated gasp. Just like he always had. It was like I’d never even left, all of a sudden. 

Another sharp smack to my ass brought me back to the present as he began to fuck me, giving me the presence of mind to throw my ass back against him in a match for his rhythm, each collision of his hips to my rear eliciting a small yelp of satisfaction from my mouth, tongue lolling out and eyes rolling back. Once our rhythm had stabilized, he moved one of his hands away from its firm grasp on my waist to plunge down the front of my shirt and squeeze my breast harshly.

All of a sudden, Saregath tensed up and seized, cock locking itself fully inside me as a sudden warmth began to enter me, my ass spasming from within with each pulse of his cock. I let my eyes drift shut and hummed with satisfaction as his cum flowed into me, dribbles of it sneaking out around the edges and dripping down to join the sticky, wet mess that my own juices had already made of my thighs. After a long moment of stillness, locked together like that, he finally gasped back to life and pulled his slimy, cum-slickened cock free of my ass, giving way to a small glut of his cum to splatter out and onto his carpeted floor below. Cheekily, I propped my chin up on a fist and looked back at him, teasing expression on my face as I watched him catch his breath.

“Still a bit of a quickshot, aren’t you?” I prodded with a sly smirk, “The more things change, the more they stay the same, I guess.”

“Shut up,” Saregath tutted and swatted my ass with his palm once again, causing me to stifle a yelp of pleasure into an airy, lip-biting hum. 

“Well, if you’re about done, I do actually have something I need you to take a look at,” I noted, gesturing to the small bag I had brought in that had gone forgotten on the shelf, “In a purely professional capacity, of course.”

Saregath just sighed and nodded, wiping his brow with his forearm and readjusting the spectacles on his face, which had begun to fog up. He reached behind him, fumbling for a second with the back of the roller chair that we had pushed aside, before finally plopping himself down in it with a satisfied grunt. He kicked his pants aside from where they had remained bunched up around his ankles, and spread his legs out a bit as I turned to face him again, cum-slathered cock slowly beginning to reharden as his eyes swept over me once again.

“Bring it over here,” he gestured with an expectant click of his fingers, “I’ll take a look over it while you clean your mess off my cock, Ms. Knight.”

“I can roll with that,...” I laughed with a wink, striding over to pluck the bag up and bring it over to him, “...Sir~”

With a flash in his eyes and a sneer on his face, Saregath snatched the bag out of my hands and planted a hand on my head, dropping me to my knees.

His flavour, I found out as I gleefully took his cock down my throat like the eager little fuckbunny student I had once been, had only gotten better with age. I suppose we both had, based on how quickly I was able to get him to cum all over again. 

~~~

-WEDNESDAY-

At this point, I was fairly certain I was starting to get typecasted at work.

I sighed, planting my head in my palm and rolling my eyes as the beastly salamandrine lizardfolk plunged down into me once again, my ass rippling with the impact of its powerful thrust. I was laying prone on my stomach, content at this point to just let the thing have its way and tire it out. A game plan that I was beginning to find myself quite used to, at this point, with the jobs I’d been getting served up by the Wayfarer’s Guild recently.

See, normally, being a card-carrying member of the Wayfarers is a treat. More or less free reign to conduct your business as you please throughout the many realms of the Tangle, some measure of diplomatic immunity to help you out in tough spots, and a general bit of notoriety and respect on your name, without even a cost for membership. The only caveat, and it was a rare one at that, was the occasional technically-optional-but-really-difficult-to-weasel-out-of assignment you’d get served up. Usually nothing much, just actual official Tangle authorities offloading their less important or more subtle jobs onto the Guild, whose members could often trespass more reliably in undeveloped worlds without upsetting their flow too much. It was never a good day when I got one of those in the mail, don’t get me wrong, but I was just starting to get to the point where I could live with the legwork. 

Somebody in charge of delegating assignments must read Outskirters’ magazine. This nonsense started happening pretty soon after my front-cover ‘Monster Lover’ interview feature in that. Ah, well.

The salamanderfolk (salamandman? Salaman? eh.) atop me let out a gurgling bellow of pleasure as its cocks bottomed out in me, prompting me to sigh and brace my shoulders slightly against the flow of even more slimy cum flooding into my now-well-used cunt. 

I just sighed as this one finished with me, pulling out and stumbling away to collapse in satisfied exhaustion along with the rest of this half of its clan, all of whom had slowly worked their way through me already. I was down to the last two of the males, the first of whom was quick to take the place that its brother had vacated, plunging its cocks directly into me and plugging the hole that had begun seeping the glut of cum within me into the coarse sand on which I laid. 

They didn’t even have enough technique to make it all that fun, I couldn’t help but remark with another sigh. Nine of these creatures had pumped their slimy cum into me, now, and despite the sizeable bulging of my belly at the sheer volume of the stuff, I’d barely managed to orgasm twice myself so far. 

Just my luck, really, to get tasked with dealing with a clan of horny lizardfolk who had taken over a national trade route in a world where such lizardfolk were only the unga-bunga sort of sapient at best. It would be one thing to be trading blows or flirting with a burly gang of reptilian pirates, as I had hoped, but alas. Ambushed by the wild sort and simply carried back to their den. I could almost yawn at the banality, if I wasn’t so busy getting filled so much by their breeding-age warriors that I was beginning to look meaningfully pregnant. 

“Hey, are you almost finished over there?” I called to the side, craning my neck to see what was going on over by the more elevated, clearly authoritative part of the cave den that I’d been taken to, “I’ve got two left over here, unless any of these lugs catches a sudden second wind, how about you?”

“Uh… four, m-maybe five?” the response came, clearly warbling in the way of a man tantalizingly close to climax, “Little bit yet!”

I sighed and shook my head, craning my neck now to catch a glimpse of what was taking my adventuring companion so long, only to groan and roll my eyes at the clear sight of Holist clearly in the throes of receiving a four-way snake-tongue jerk-off from the crowd of females that had clustered around him at this point.

“Hurry up, would you!?” I just shouted as the one I was working on finally finished, its spurts of cum only further bulging my abdomen out in a blazing-hot, stretching feeling, “Stop letting them tease you and just fuck the bitches already, it’ll wear them out faster so we can get our weapons back!”

“Hey, for the record, this is way harder for me!” Holist shot back, using one hand to flip me off while using the other to mercilessly fingerfuck one of the serpentine women fawning over him in a way that made jealousy burn in me even brighter than the mound of hot cum swelling my belly, “All you need to do is lie there, I actually gotta work to finish mine off!”

“Ugh…” I just sighed, but could hardly deny it as the second to last male finally pulled his softening cocks out of me to make way for the last in line. I just threw my head back and accepted things, deciding to at least try to enjoy myself for my last stretch, for once meeting this male’s thrusts with movements of my own hips in turn, looking to push myself to one last orgasm. As I did, though, I happened to glance over at the pile of the males I had already worked my way through, figuring that admiring a bit of my own handiwork might be helpful in getting me off, only for my eyes to widen at the realization that the pile of exhausted, satisfied and dozing lizardfolk breeders had gotten markedly smaller since the last time I had checked in on it. 

I glanced to my side in the vain hope that perhaps they had wandered over to the cluster of females to lighten a little bit of poor Holist’s load, so as to get us out of here just a little bit faster, but no. One glance behind myself as the lizard I had presumed to be my final customer groaned and hissed its way through an orgasm told me that indeed, they were catching a second wind, and were rather politely lining up for a second round each. 

“Gods fucking dammit,” I groaned, finally making the decision to shift onto my back as the cum-bloat in my belly had finally made it to the point that it was uncomfortable to lie down on it. A long, slimy tongue dragged an appreciative lick over the baby-batter-belly in question as one of the very first alphas I’d taken lined itself up for a second go, and I simply spread my legs, tucked my hands behind my head, and resolved to enjoy it as much as I could. 

“I don’t think this is exactly what Rhys had in mind when she handed us this job,” I heard Holist crack from off to the side, the sound of scaly slapping and satisfied hissing indicating that he’d finally started doing his job.

“Honestly?” I called back, “At this point, I’m really not sure.”

~~~

I let out a weary sigh of relief as the warm, steamy water touched my skin, already seeming to soothe away the aches and discomforts of what had ended up to be a lengthy ordeal in the cave den of the now-routed Salaadin (as the locals had informed us they were called around here) warrior clan. I ran my fingers through my hair, enjoying the feeling of the steam rising around me, thankful that it seemed to be doing the intended job of washing away the thin layer of slime that had accumulated all over my body. Evidently, they had been the sort of salamanders to secrete the stuff, and I had ended up coated in it by the time they had all finally tuckered themselves out.

“Lucky thing that this town happens to have public showers like this, right?” Holist’s voice broke me out of my relaxing reverie, bringing my attention to the fact that he was, as it happened, less than two feet behind me and washing himself just as I was, “But I’m kinda surprised they let us use them together.”

“Yeah…” I sighed and rolled my eyes, taking another look down at myself and running my hands over the very prominent cum bulge in my abdomen. I’d had to stem the flow with my underwear until I’d gotten into the showers, but the flow of now-cooling Salaadin semen was finally beginning to drain in a slow trickle down my leg, “I’m… fairly certain they assumed I was your very pregnant wife.”

“Right,” Holist cracked up a bit, earning a glare from me, “Makes sense. You are huge, right now.”

“Fuck off,” I shot back, balling up a handful of sudsy water and throwing it into his face, “You’re one to talk. Your balls look like peanuts, they drained you so dry.”

“Seriously,” he just shook his head and chuckled, clearly either blind or utterly unbothered to the accusatory note in my gaze. It had been his fault they’d gotten the drop on us to begin with, he’d been distracting me with showing off his new tattoo sleeve as we’d been walking. A wispy flow of overlapping runes and sigils lined his arm, now, crossing over and across a whole half of his well-defined chest, the scratchy etchings reaching across him almost like the strands of an inky spiderweb. He turned a bit to ruffle his bright chestnut flop of hair under his showerhead, giving me a brief glimpse of the way the water trickled down his torso and through the grooves of his thin-waisted abs, though I was at least able to tear my eyes away indignantly before they reached his admittedly-comfy-looking dick.

“Ugh,” I sighed, scrubbing the last of the reptilian slime free of my arms before at last turning my attention to my bloated abdomen. It was a funny thing, for this to even be possible, really. Standard-issue human skin wasn’t exactly this malleable, but, living the lifestyle I lead, I’d taken the opportunity to make my skin quite a bit more stretchable and durable, as such. This sort of ‘cum-flation’, as some called it, wasn’t necessarily the intended effect of the procedure, but it was a side effect that had happened once or twice before. Never really to this extent, though. I really did look knocked up.

I gritted my teeth and widened my stance a bit, placing both of my hands against my well-filled belly and pressing in against it gently. I let out a shaky, unbidden gasp as a sudden spurt of cum oozed out of me, in greater volume than the gradual trickle that I’d been leaking slowly up to this point.

It felt good, actually, despite appearances. Somehow, the concerted effort to empty myself was only drawing my awareness more to just how full I was, and that was enough to make me inadvertently bite my own lip and hum with a perverted delight. It wasn’t exactly the best angle that I had, though, attempting to press down and into myself felt a little awkward, and I was just beginning to consider the prospect of pressing myself up against the slatted wall for additional leverage when a pair of well-toned arms suddenly wrapped around my torso and a lithe, firm body pressed up against my back. 

“Oi!” I complained, glancing up over my shoulder to find Holist’s infuriatingly-affable face looking back at me. I was just about to push him back when his hands suddenly closed around my belly in a surprisingly-powerful grip, causing me to gasp abruptly as my leaking cunt shivered all of a sudden. 

“You look like you could use a hand,” Holist chuckled at my expression, “Here, let me.”

Without waiting for any sort of confirmation on my end, Holist suddenly began to squeeze inwards, the size of his hands compared to mine making him capable of pressing in on all sides, forcing the old Salaadin cum out of me in a sudden cascade. I gasped, only barely able to whip my hand up to cover my mouth and stifle the utterly whorish moan that bubbled up out of my throat unbidden, the bizarre sensation of being so completely emptied out after having been so incredibly full very quickly sending me into what was probably the most bizarre orgasm of my life. 

I gasped, and shivered, and bit my hand to keep from groaning as slowly but surely, strong hands kneading gently but assertively, my irritatingly lissome companion worked every drop of cum out of my well-used pussy, only stopping once I had been completely emptied and my abdomen returned back to its usual thin-toned state. 

“Fuck,” the moan shivered as it left my mouth, alerting me to the fact that I had unstifled myself at some point. Head swimming with a sudden heat, I glanced back up to realize that I had wrapped my arms up around Holist’s head at some point, holding him close against me so that I could feel every contour of his shredded abdomen against the small of my back.

And then, I looked back down again, and realized I could feel the firmness of a cock standing at attention, nestled between my thighs and pressing up against my pussy. I could see the head poking an inch or so out in front of me, pulsing gently in tune with the hot breaths I could feel Holist suddenly puffing against my shoulder.

“How… the fuck are you even hard right now?” I finally managed, finding myself shortening my stance to press my thighs a bit closer together, suddenly enjoying the feeling of his cock nestled in the little pocket between them, “Didn’t you end up having to breed, like, seven salamander bitches before we finally got out of there?”

“Guess I’ve got a few more fumes in the tank, at least,” Holist laughed, before gingerly letting go of my hips, which he seemed to have unconsciously started caressing, “Apologies. I’ll just–”

Holist’s voice cut off in surprise as I suddenly grabbed his wrists just as he had begun pulling away, his cock sliding ever so slightly out of my hold on it between my legs. I shot him a pointed look over my shoulder before promptly leaning backwards back into him, crossing my ankles and tensing my thigh muscles up so as to ensure I had him stuck as tightly as I wanted. With an annoyed huff, I brought his hands up to my boobs, only letting go of his wrists once he got the message and took hold of them, allowing me to fold my arms impatiently over my belly.

“Holist,” I huffed indignantly, “I am not about to be the only bitch on this mission you didn’t fuck. My pussy is sore as shit, so just fuck my thighs, and no stopping until you cum. Those lizards couldn’t please a woman worth shit, it’s no wonder they felt the need to nab you to fuck them instead, and now you owe me. Understand?”

Holist just barked out a well-natured laugh, which might have made me burn with annoyance all over again if he didn’t accompany it with a sudden, dominant squeeze of my nipples that made me gasp. My cheeks flushed as I pouted up at him, but all that made him do was kiss me.

I was able to keep up the petulant act all the way up until he started thrusting, and once the grinding of the veiny top of his cock against my clit made my mouth drop open in a long moan, I couldn’t find it in myself to keep from loving the way his tongue tasted of the sex of well-pleasured women.

~~~

“I think I’m supposed to be scandalized,” I remarked aloud, a wry smirk curling my lips as I leafed through the small collection of magazines splayed out on the desk in front of me, “But honestly, I’m really more impressed than anything.”

Rhys Far, my coordinator within the Wayfarer’s Guild and general talent agent outside of it, had a nice desk, now that I was sitting on the opposite side of it than normal. It was a broad thing, with two extra leaves penning in around the comfortable, ergonomic leather-back chair on which I now sat. It was a smooth, lacquered-mahogany surface, probably twenty square feet of space in total, but the wrap-around design made it so none of it was out of immediate reach. There were drawers and sliding panels that could provide even more possible surface area if needed, as well as a minifridge of all things, from which I had already extracted a bottle of bourbon and poured myself a glass on the rocks. 

It had taken a little rifling around, but I had finally found what I had been looking for. An unassuming drawer, seemingly intended for odd stationary products that didn’t fit anywhere else, like staplers, rulers, and tape, was outfitted with a false bottom that revealed a small stack of magazines kept in a tidy little pile. I just laughed to myself, taking a self-satisfied sip of my bourbon and surveying the magazine covers, eight of them in total, laid out in front of me.

Outskirters’ Magazine, issues 97, 520, 561, and 703, as well as the exclusive release editions of its sister publication, Outskirters’ Secret, editions 3, 5, and 9. Every salacious little publication I had ever appeared in, whether just giving a raunchy interview or showing off for the camera outright. I wasn’t quite so much a symbol as April was, but my face got around well enough. 

“You dirty little bitch, you get off to slutting me out, don’t you?” I couldn’t help but snicker aloud, flipping open issue 561 to the page where I knew I was, my lips wrapped around the tip of some changeling’s dick, sharing a double-page feature with a list of my recommendations for unconventional things to try out with your ‘shape-shifting swains’. April had helped me curate that list in the form of a very entertaining few nights spent experimenting, I recalled with a smile. 

All of a sudden, a knock came at the door, followed unceremoniously by it suddenly bursting open, a harried-looking slimekin girl rushing in with a stack of papers clutched in her gloved-for-cleanliness hands. 

“S-sorry to interrupt, Mrs. Far, but I–” the girl began shakily, before she looked up and realized that it wasn’t actually Rhys sitting behind the desk and pausing. I smiled and greeted her with a cheeky wave, as she just tilted her head and looked puzzled back at me.

“Sorry, Rhys is occupied elsewhere right now,” I offered, “Just keeping her seat warm, you should come back in a bit.”

“U-uhm…” the slime girl stammered, fidgeting and looking around and back down at her papers, before just murmuring something I couldn’t hear, and then quickly making her way back out. I rolled my eyes as the door clicked closed behind her, realizing only then with a sharp chuckle that she had probably noticed that I was sitting here looking at raunchy magazines of myself, of all things, at a desk that wasn’t even mine. 

“New talent, is she?” I asked idly, “Poor girl, I should say, now that I know how you get your kicks in.”

“Oh, please,” Rhys responded, bringing my eyes back to where she kneeled beneath her own desk, seemingly taking a breath away from furiously eating me out for the first time in nearly twenty minutes of nonstop, slavering devotion, “All my job is is to hand my talent the jobs that I know they’re the best-suited to. It just so happens that in your case, you’re a good enough fucker to be practically a Tangle-renowned set of holes, I mean… mmmmngh…”

Cutting herself off abruptly, Rhys was quick to dive directly back in, tongue fluttering across my saliva-sheened cunt, clearly so deep in the thick of it that my flavour was beginning to get to her head, based on the way her purple eyes were close to rolling back into her skull as she nuzzled deeper against me. I just laughed sharply and reached down to clasp a hand at the back of her head, holding her in place so that she couldn’t breathe without her nose getting a harsh whiff of my sex-sweat. She was a mess already, dripped saliva staining the front of her office-sensible blouse all the way down to her trousers, which were practically soaked through with the slick of her drooling pussy. I hadn’t even touched her there, and I was fairly certain she hadn’t either, but she had clearly already orgasmed at least once or twice from the sheer sensation of eating me out alone. 

“Poor thing,” I cooed, using the pressure of my hand on her head to patronizingly pat her like a pet, “I mean, you were the one who organized and arranged all those magazine shoots and pornos, and the one who sent me out on all those jobs just because you knew I’d get myself fucked on them. Hell, you even sat in on them, a few times. Were you scared to just ask to fuck me yourself, or could it be that you just prefer to watch?”

Rhys was pretty much gone, by the point that I finally released her head and allowed her to lurch back and breathe fresh air once again. Strands of saliva and slick mixed together and connected her face to my cunt in strings that slowly broke off and fell to the carpet. Rhys panted, heady and dumbly, tongue out and drooling all over herself with her violet eyes practically crossing. I just admired my handiwork for a moment, finishing my glass of bourbon with a smirk before pouring myself another and snapping my fingers, bringing her beleaguered gaze back to mine.

“I’ve gotten better head from holy virgins, you know,” I snickered, tilting her chin up to meet mine, and letting a single bead of my own saliva drip out of my mouth and into hers, “But we’ll work on it. You can count on that.”

Rhys just swallowed, gurgled out a moan that sounded oddly like she was cumming right there and then once again, and nodded. I snickered at her face and gestured wordlessly for her to get back to work, and that’s exactly what she did. 

~~~

-THURSDAY-

The golden fields of Bilgames, perdition realm of the taboo of tyranny, were quite active today. From what I could see from my lofty vantage point high above the endless sands, the lands were spotted with the agonized and tormented faces of every tyrant, despot, and dictator who had ever been dragged here to suffer after their deaths. Visions of revolt and failure danced ephemerally across the landscape, the only sound to reach my ears from so far below being the occasional howl of agony or wail of unheeded penitence as this place did its work on the poor bastards. 

Under normal circumstances, most of these souls would be being leased out as labourers to other afterlives, or made to perform the servile duties required to maintain their very own perdition. But, the usual man in charge was away on business, and his eldest son never was the type to resist the chance to show off in front of me. 

“Exquisite,” Ralziere Thothii purred at me, bringing my wandering eyes back to his, his face a smarmy smirk as his gold-flecked violet eyes peered back up at mine. He was keeping his father’s throne warm, the usual despot of this realm of torment having been called away for business elsewhere, and it just so happened that the throne of this realm was situated at the peak of a central pyramid, several miles up in the air above the fields where the souls of tyrants wept and bled.

“Are you talking about the view, or me?” I asked coyly, giving my hips a little shake for emphasis as Ralziere just purred and ran his hands up the contours of my back. I was straddling his lap as he sat upon the high-backed throne, and I couldn’t help but shiver slightly as the heat of his devil-red fingers traced along the groove of my spine with delight.

“Can it not be both?” he asked, drawing his other hand up to my face to give my chin a pinch, “I have always said, you look right at home up here with me, dear.”

I just scoffed and rolled my eyes, swatting his hand away with mine before running my own fingertips along his sharp clavicle, prodding at him in fair trade as he laughed and returned his hands to the armrests of his throne.

For being the eldest daemon son of one of the Five Rexes of Damnation, Ralziere was hardly as imposing of a sight as one might have expected of someone in his station, or even as much so as many of his younger siblings and brethren. His red-skinned body was humanoid, save a long forked tail and coiling horns, and he kept his build on the slight side; leanly athletic, perhaps, but more in the fashion of a fencer or an acrobat than a gladiator or tormentor. His attire was comparatively humble as well: certainly, he was well-bedecked in golden jewelry, but they were only the accents to a simple cotton poet’s shirt he kept open down to his navel and practically falling off his sharp shoulders, with an ornate waist-sash and tight leather trousers being all he took instead of the regalia that might have been expected. 

“Why did you really call me here, Ral?” I asked with a chuckle and a roll of my eyes as Ralziere quite pointedly and comically pumped his eyebrows at the sight of me ogling his exposed, sharply-defined pectorals a little too long, “You don’t seriously think the fact that your daddy left you in charge of the house for a few weeks is going to impress me enough to change my mind, do you?”

“So presumptuous,” he shook his head and took hold of my waist with firm, many-ringed hands, “I assure you, I called you here with no intent other than seeing your lovely face. I missed you, is that so hard to believe? It has been some time here since your last visit, and, well…”

Ralziere accented his words by suddenly lunging forward in his seat and curling his hands around my back to keep me steady, his teeth suddenly biting down into the soft flesh at the crook of my neck, just above my tattoo. I gasped, my head rolling back inadvertently and my fingers coiling themselves up in his ash-black curls as he nibbled and suckled at me, hands tracing lines down the length of my back and sides as he did so. He never broke skin, his touch and attentions expertly gentle, but the sensation was still intense enough to make me bite down on my lower lip and purr out a sultry moan. 

“...it seems as though the feeling may be a little more mutual than you are willing to let on, my dear,” Ralziere finished with a cheeky wink as he at last pulled back, fingers tugging at the fabric of my dress as I met his gaze again, feisty indignance sparking up in my gut at his smug face. 

“What, I’m not allowed to be dressed up for myself alone?” I shot back, wiggling my eyebrows defiantly as I readjusted my garment. All I wore beyond my usual thighhighs and jewelry was a short-cut black dress, backless and figure-hugging, with an admittedly-plunging neckline that left little to his imagination, especially with how my straddling position practically had his face planted directly between my breasts already. 

Ralziere’s eyes glimmered with glee, before he slowly and deftly snaked his fingers up beneath the hem of my dress to rest now on the bare hips beneath. I allowed him, of course. It wasn’t like there was anywhere on my body he could touch that I hadn’t let him caress before. 

I could tell his restrictive leather pants were beginning to get a little uncomfortable for him, the strain of a bulge attempting to spring to attention clearly present and pressing up against my thigh. But I had no problems letting him squirm beneath me for a while longer, and he didn’t seem in much of a hurry to move things along either. 

“You’ve been busy, the past few days,” Ralziere cooed, pressing his lips amorously against my sternum to puff his words gently into my flesh, “I’ve been keeping half an eye on you, my dear, and I couldn’t help but be surprised.”

“Getting into voyeurism, Ral?” I asked, rolling my eyes before elaborating, “So I took a little pick-me-up. Fey magic, you understand. In fact, it’s probably partially responsible for just how urgently you must have started missing me all of a sudden, to invite me down here so cordially with no warning at all.”

“Voyeuristic, no,” Ralziere shook his head, eyes gleaming, “Jealousy, I suppose you could accuse me of, though. You know how I can be so very… territorial, after all, dear.”

Before I got a chance to respond, he leaned up and kissed me hungrily, his long forked tongue slipping into my mouth and caressing mine. I moaned softly against his affections, savouring the smoky, almost charcoalesque flavour of his saliva as he made sure to coat my mouth thoroughly with his taste. The benefits of a tongue as long as his meant he could even reach partway down my throat with it, a sensation that made me abruptly ache in my nethers and unconsciously suckle and fellate his tongue. 

“Shame, then, that I’m nobody’s territory,” I responded at last as he pulled away, though it did little to truly disguise the heat in my cheeks. Ralziere just laughed, his fingers curling up beneath the hem of my dress and lifting, and despite my words, I obediently lifted my arms to let him raise it off of me. 

“Hush,” he raised a finger to my lips with a smile, before holding my dress out to the side. A manservant, the decrepit soul of a politician from the looks of his ragged blue suit, was quick to rush forward and take it from Ralziere’s hands, bowing his head and rushing off. The daemon prince’s hands coiled around my waist as he continued, clearly self-satisfied, “Your barks are as sharp as ever, yet you heeded my summons without hesitation, Muffin dear. We both know what you are here to feel, so might we just cut to the chase?”

I gasped softly, shoulders beginning to shiver in anticipation, as a single one of his fingers touched gently against my lower abdomen, a faint glow beginning to emanate from the spot as he smirked coyly at me. 

I tried to think of another snappy thing to say, really, I did. Another jab, another tease, just another inch under his skin to get him the slightest bit more worked up. But he was right, it had been a while since we had last seen each other, and even with all the sex that had been sustaining me recently, I still ached inside to be made use of in the way that only he could do to me. 

“Do it,” my breath exited my mouth like a reverent, shuddering whisper, and Ralziere gleefully heeded. 

The design of the sigil he drew on my abdomen was familiar, a simple heart nestled in a cleft and flanked by a pair of dripping stylized ovaries. A few runes dotted about here and there, finalizing and stipulating the exact terms of the arcane contract that was being written onto my skin, and I shuddered as the last few lines were traced, locking the enchantment in. A basic sorcerer or enchanter might have needed impressive stores of reserve energy to even begin such a delightful curse, but with Ralziere’s daemonic stores of raw mana coursing between his flesh, it was as simple to him as kissing me had been.

“Twenty-four hours, I’ve given you,” he smiled up at me, “Plenty of time to… make up for lost time, I should think, my dear.”

I might have responded, if not for the shuddering, heady gasp that was pushed free of my throat at the delicious sensation of the enchantment taking root in my body. The rune on my abdomen pulsed with a low light as I felt my breasts begin to swell and expand, filling up and plumping, beginning to hang heavier from my chest as Ralziere looked on with delight. 

It wasn’t so much of a change, from the outside looking in, I supposed. Two cup sizes, perhaps three, if I had been so silly as to bother bringing a bra, which of course I hadn’t bothered. It wasn’t the size I was after, though, and as the delectably familiar letting sensation pulsed through me, I couldn’t help but toss my head back and sigh in perverse glee as milk at last began to dribble out of the glands in my now-pronounced nipples. 

My sighing was quickly transformed into a harsh, throaty moan as Ralziere clasped one of my nipples forcefully between his lips, suckling and drinking as the unattended nipple earned the groping, pinching attentions of his free hand. I groaned and grasped whorishly at his hair, feeling my cunt ache and drip into his lap at the delicious sensation of being drunk from, every caress of his tongue and fingers making more milk express in growing torrents from my breasts, coating his hand and forearm in warm, creamy white while he drank his fill and then some. 

“You are as delicious as you ever, Muffin,” Ralziere laughed, pulling away momentarily to admire as the rivulets of milk had turned into steady streams, flowing down my breasts and body and making a mess of his clothes, “As ever, I feel such shame, for being the only one who may taste it. With milk so hearty, you could feed a dozen children or more, and there would still be enough left over for their father to enjoy. Does this not sound nice to you, as it does me?”

I just gritted my teeth and groaned, the still-swelling pressure in my boobs making me impatient, and I just grabbed a fistful of his hair and brought his face back up to my chest.

“Shut up and keep sucking,” I stifled a moan through gritted teeth, “I’m almost about to cum.”

Ralziere just laughed devilishly and obeyed latching his lips to the opposite breast as he had before, and I tossed my head back as the first orgasm of what I knew would be a long string of them rocked through me, the pleasure only adding to the richness of the milk that I produced for him.

Twenty-four hours, he said he had given me, before the enchantment upon my flesh would fade away, and my body would return to normal. Twenty-four hours to have my fill, or rather at least, to feed him his. 

I still said no, at the end, as he dropped to one knee for the umpteenth time before me and implored me to become his hellish bride. His one-sided war for a ring on my finger had always been intended to be a war of attrition, so his adoring smile did not shake in the slightest as he saw me off with a wave.

I did a very good job of acting like he wasn’t getting anywhere with it. A very good job of acting that way indeed.

~~~

-FRIDAY-

The woody sweetness of the bourbon mixed deliciously with the bitter twinge of the coffee liqueur as I threw the glass back, taking yet another long, deep gulp of a cocktail that was really designed to be sipped at slowly, finishing off the dregs before setting it back down on the fancifully-carved coaster. The circular ice clinked in the glass as I pushed it forwards, leaning back against the steel-runged back of the barstool on which I sat.

“Top me off, yeah?” I gasped out in a satisfied sigh at the subtle, relaxing burn of the alcohol in my throat, finally beginning to feel a bit of warmth and life stir itself back into my body. A whole day of being fed from and drained by Ralziere had somewhat predictably left me, well, drained, and so I could only be thankful that the Twisted Trunk, my favourite Outskirters-friendly bar in the Tangle, was open at all hours for the sake of serving its eclectic clientele. It seemed to be a slow day today, though, with me being the only non-employee in sight within the entire rustic, mood-lit space, allowing me space to truly just fall back in my seat and relax.

Keiko, the bartender, a slender witch with wavy indigo pigtails who I’d grown a friendship with over the cycles, offered me a small chuckle as she dutifully plucked my glass back up off the coaster and mixed another of the same drink. A Revolver cocktail, served high-filled in a rocks glass atypically, had seemed the perfect thing to get the fire back into me after my long day in Bilgames, and now that I sat there two cups in and a third on the way, I had no complaints at all. 

“It’s not even nine o’clock in the morning, Muffin,” Keiko noted with a sly smirk as she slid my new drink back over to me, folding her arms, “If you didn’t look so worse for wear, I would be cutting you off right about now. I take it you had a draining night, I should hope of the fun variety?”

“I did,” I nodded with a smile, taking a sip of the Revolver and sighing contentedly, “I’ve been having a time of it, these past few days… well, everyone needs a hobby, right?”

“Heck of a thing to call a hobby,” came a third voice from off to my left, gruff and masculine, as the bouncer who had been posted up by the door strode over and took to the barstool next to me, nodding at me with a two-fingered salute, “You know, most people pick up games, or art, or something.”

“I’m perfectly good at both of those, too,” I laughed, raising my glass to him before taking another swig, “It just so happens that another skill of mine tends to be higher in demand. Who am I to not give the people what they want?”

“Amen, I guess,” he laughed in return, before turning to Keiko and tilting his head. Wordlessly, she nodded in return, quickly throwing together what I recognized to be a Lagerita in a Collins glass, which he cheers-ed to me in return before taking a swig of his own drink.

Keiko rolled her eyes, sending a small cantrip over in the direction of the door to change the sign to ‘closed’, evidently because the bouncer had decided to take his own drink break now, “Muffin, I believe you know–”

“Gally, right?” I nodded at the brolic, dreadlocked man who now sat beside me, “Yeah, think we’ve talked a few times. Didn’t know you worked here, though, is that a new thing?”

“I scrounged him up a job here ever since he became my partner,” Keiko nodded, leaning over the bartop to fully join in on the now-established little powwow the three of us made.

“Partner?” I blinked, casting another glance over at Gally, who was taking another sip of his drink and smiling over at Keiko, “I thought you were only into dudes. Something happen?”

“Ah…” Gally smirked and shook his head, scratching at his stubbly beard, his long bejeweled locs swaying softly as he did, “Tangle’s too big and weird a place to never allow for exceptions. K’s the boss, I just do what I’m told. Which sometimes includes…”

“Fucking me,” Keiko finished with a sly smirk, before her dragonfruit-pink eyes flashed almost dangerously over to me, “Or anyone I tell him to, for that matter.”

I just looked back at Keiko dumbly, half-empty glass still in my hand, somehow feeling her gaze burrowing into me with mischievous interest. I then glanced at Gally, who had finished his own drink, and was now surveying me as well, though with a different look in his eyes. His green gaze swept over me from ankle to eyes, taking in and clearly evaluating every little line and contour of the way that I sat before him, eyes flashing from mild interest to evaluation, to a split second of bemusement, before finally settling on what appeared to me affirmation. Keiko glanced back over at him, devilish glint in her eyes, and all he did was shrug and nod back at her, before they both wordlessly turned right back to me. 

I just rolled my eyes, let out a whooping laugh that echoed through the now-closed-for-privacy bar, finished the rest of my drink in one last gulp, and set it pointedly back in front of Keiko.

“One more,” I grinned naughtily back at her, “For my courage, you know~?”

Keiko just smiled and nodded, mixing me another cocktail as Gally rose to his feet, strode a few feet away, and promptly swept the top of a nearby table clear. 

It wasn’t even a minute later that I found myself lying down on that rigid wooden table, back arching in delight as Gally’s strong hands prised my legs apart and he sank into me softly, his caresses and movements tender and appreciative, as Keiko slowly worked my tank top up and over my head. I unclasped my own bra, tossing it aside, and let out a warbly moan as Keiko snapped her fingers, seemingly signalling to her partner to start thrusting. He complied with a soft chuckle and a roll of his eyes, beginning to gently rock me back and forth on his comfortably-sized cock. I supposed my many other partners had taught me to prepare for a rough time when dealing with a man of Gally’s size and dominantly masculine stature, but his gentility in the moment was enough to make me swoon with delight. Evidently, the fact that I’d clearly had a long day was making him go easy on me, a fact that I found myself greatly appreciating.

“Such cute sounds,” Keiko purred into my ear as she began to undress herself, running a delicate finger up my abdomen and between my breasts, tracing all the way up to my chin with a gliding touch that made goosebumps of delight break out across my arms and sides. 

“Mmmph,” I hummed, wrapping my legs around Gally’s hips and reaching up with my arms to help Keiko shimmy her skinny jeans down her tight hips and well-exercised thighs. It wasn’t long before she was naked as well, hand planted on her hip in a self-satisfied pose as she observed her partner as he fucked me, clearly revelling in the sensation of calling all the shots here. She wasn’t one to be content to simply watch for very long, though, and as she got one knee up on the table beside my head, I finally got a look at what I was in for, and I found myself licking my lips in starry-eyed anticipation.

Keiko’s cock was even bigger than her boyfriend’s, and quite a measure heftier, from the weight of it that now rested tantalizingly on my cheek. I breathed in and immediately caught a delectable whiff of flowery, almost alcoholic musk, and I found my tongue drooping out of my mouth to lick at it almost unbidden.

“Good girl, so eager,” Keiko cooed, brushing a strand of hair out of my face as I lavished over her cock, before turning to Gally, “I told you she was cute, didn’t I? Going by your expression, I’d venture a guess that she’s surprisingly tight, too.”

“Could say that,” Gally grinned back at his partner as he began to pick up the pace a bit with me, his thrusts eliciting delighted whimpers and yelps from me as Keiko began to fondle with my already-well-used nipples, the pair of them grinning down at me with all the domineering lust of a pair who knew I was putty in their hands. 

By the time Keiko finally pushed her cock past my lips and down my eagerly-receptive throat, I truly couldn’t tell you if I was more drunk off of the alcohol or her scent. When she bottomed out against my lips, however, and her balls were then pressed up against my nose directly, a winner between the two inebriations became apparent very quickly.

My thoughts became a lot fuzzier after a few breaths like that, and the rest of my time with them passed in a heady, blissful blur, with only the occasional snapshot of coherency bubbling up to the surface before I was quickly dragged back down into the swampy sea of all-consuming bodily delectation. 

Suspended in the air between them, Gally in my cunt and Keiko in my ass, the pair of them making out over my shoulder as they seemed more intent to practically frot with each other whilst inside me than they did about fucking me.

My tongue delving mindlessly into Gally’s muscular ass, jerking him off with my hands and only dimly aware that he was sucking his girlfriend off in the meantime. 

Keiko and I’s boobs pressed together in a tight lock around Gally’s cock, him fucking our cleavage whilst Keiko flooded my cunt with cum that smelled like flowers, booze, and heaven.

Collapsing into unconsciousness with one in my ass and one in my mouth, completely oblivious at this point as to which was which, and more to the point, completely uncaring. 

In the end, I supposed, my efforts to rouse myself from my sex-stupor by coming here had been a bit of a bust. But, at the least, the dominant smack to my ass and the kiss on my cheek that Keiko left me with once I finally roused and made to depart ended up perking me up a bit, as it turned out. 

~~~

It was almost midnight by the time I finally staggered back through the front door of my apartment, eyes drooping and the many small aches from throughout the day screaming at me to at last be able to lie down. The lights were out as I came in, wiping the blear from my eyes, and pushing a few unruly strands of hair out of my face as I unceremoniously tossed my bag onto a nearby chair and made a veritable beeline for my bedroom. The sound of snoring from the couch in the living room told me that Roxy was blessedly already asleep, permitting me freedom to slide past her uninterrupted and make it to my bedroom at last, closing the door behind me with a long sigh of relief and flicking the switch that would activate my many strings of fairy lights about the room. 

“Long day?” April asked, an impish smile on her freckled face as she sat on the end of my bed. I could only balk at her for a moment, eyes agape at what quite quickly turned into a shit-eating grin on her face, before I rolled my eyes, groaned, and promptly stepped over to flop myself face-down on the bed beside her. 

“Seventy-one,” I muffled my longsuffering complaint into my sheets, “I have fucked seventy-one people in the last six days. I think. Given a generously-broad definition of the term ‘people’. And that’s not even counting repeat customers. Ughh…”

“Muffin Knight, sexed out at last?” April tittered above me, gently resting a hand on my head and beginning to stroke affectionately, “I never thought I’d see the day. You look like a train hit you, dude.”

“That would be a relief, if one did,” I groaned, propping my head up on my hands and leaning into her petting, eventually allowing her to guide my cheek into her soft, plush lap and nuzzling into her while she stroked my hair softly, “I can’t believe that I of all people need to say this, but I gotta tap out. How long is this damn fairy luck supposed to last, anyway? It’s been almost a whole week!”

“Actually, I did get in touch with Swipe about that,” April nodded with a smile, “Apparently, there’s supposedly about a hundredfold increase in expected duration when it’s consumed by a non-Fey?”

I blinked at that, a small pit suddenly opening up in my gut, “And… how long is it supposed to last for Fey?”

“About ten hours, he said,” April couldn’t seem to help but giggle at my expression, even as she continued to run her fingernails faux-soothingly across my scalp.

“So… a hundredfold increase would be a thousand hours…” my voice cracked slightly, whether out of exhaustion or dread I couldn’t be sure as my eyes widened and stomach sank, “Which is… a little under… six straight weeks.”

“Hey, it’s not all bad,” April laughed as I slumped off of her lap and rolled onto the floor, my own dramatization of my anguish at this point only half facetious, “You’re almost a sixth of the way done, dude! You can’t quit now, there are records to be set!”

“Unnnnnggghhhh…” I let out a long groan against the carpet, which only made my roommate cackle to herself even harder. After a few seconds, though, she just rolled her eyes and sighed, before pulling out a small glass flask out of her pocket and stooping down to dangle it directly in front of my face.

“Get up, Muff,” she giggled at my beleaguered expression, “Swipe was also more than happy to provide an antidote. Or, well, he was when I told him it was me who had drank the thing a week ago, and then he got all huffy about my ‘dignity’, or whatever. Here.”

“Oh Gods of the Tangle,” I spluttered out an exhausted wheeze of relief, weakly making to my feet and reaching for the vial in her hands, “Thank you, thank you, so mu–”

“Ah!” April suddenly chirped, yanking the vial away from my outstretched hand just as I was about to pluck it out of hers, “Now, now, not so fast! If you want it, you’ll have to earn it, you know~!”

I just stood there, balking and agape, at April’s expression of utterly unrepentant glee. I couldn’t tell you exactly which of the sudden swirl of ugly, fearful emotions that was churning in my gut had ended up expressed in my eyes, but she seemed to find it remarkably amusing, based on the way that she pointed at my face and let out a sudden, whooping laugh.

“April…” I strained out, “...I have sucked so much dick today, my mouth is dryer than fuckin’ sandpaper. I promise you, you do not want it anywhere near any form of private parts you might be trying out for the day.”

“No, no,” she just giggled and cooed, reaching up to take my arm and slowly guide me down into my bed beside her, “Hey, I’ve already had my fun. Several turns of it, in fact. Rest assured, I will fuck you again once you’re recovered enough to actually want it, dude.”

I could only blink, my vision slowly going bleary as I struggled to follow yet another abrupt change in tone in this conversation. April clicked her tongue impatiently and pulled me in closer, crossing one of her legs over me and pulling my head in to rest comfortably in the crook of her neck.

“You’ve barely been at home all week,” she purred into my ear, gently stroking her hands down my head and back as she held me close, “And every time I have seen you, we’ve somehow ended up fucking like animals instead of actually catching some time together.”

“Yeah…” I murmured into her neck, my tired eyes already beginning to drift shut as I curled my arms up around her back, breathing in deeply and savouring her familiar, slightly perfumed scent, “...sorry…”

“It’s not your fault that luck had it that you kept catching me right when I was about to send a booty call,” April laughed, pressing a quick kiss of assurance into my temple, “But now, I would just like a nice night in, where we can cuddle, and you can gossip to me about all the sex you’ve had, because I assume there has to be gossip to be shared about it, and then we can fall asleep. Sound good?”

“Mmmmph…” I let out a soft, satisfied moan into her as she began scratching at my scalp again, some measure of the day’s tension and aches finally beginning to release as though a pressure valve had been released beneath my skin, “...and you’ll gimme the antidote in the morning?”

“Pinky promise.”

“Oh, dang,” I couldn’t help but chuckle, pulling back slightly to see that she was, in fact, holding her pinky out to me, “She’s serious.”

“Very serious. Serious as cereal.”

“You’ve never been as serious as cereal in your life.”

“I have so!”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Now see, you’re just being childish.”

“You’re the one who compared seriousness to a breakfast confection ten seconds ago.”

“Just pinky my pinky before I change my mind and horsecock your tight little asshole into a cum-leaking crater, you slutty little slab of porn-quality fuckmeat.”

“Noooooo, it’s so sooooooore,” I mock-whined, but at last relented, sealing the promise by hugging her pinky with my own. We both shared a laugh, and she held out her arms to me, allowing me to dive directly back into my position curled up against her. 

In the end, I managed to stay awake a little longer than I’d expected to be able to, curled up with her like that. I murmured the requested gossip and anecdotes in reverent whispers puffed against her soft flesh, and she reciprocated by giggling and joking, all the while continuing to hold me tight and pet at me. 

When I awoke in the morning, we were in much the same position we had fallen asleep in, and I could feel the small bulge of the vial of antipotion sticking out of her jeans as I ran my fingers gingerly down her leg, revelling in the feeling of waking up beside her at last after so long.

I drank it all in one gulp, and just like that, my long, busy week finally drew to a close.

Well. I mean. After I sucked off April’s morning wood, anyway. I might have been pretty sexed out at that point, but come on, I’m still me.

-END-

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