Chapter 43: Chapter 43 – Consummation

Chapter 43 - Consummation

As I came awake, I had a moment of disorientation. We had gone to sleep in the dimly lit fountain room, and it always looked exactly the same. We could have slept four hours as easily as sixteen, for all I knew. So, I had no idea what time it was. Probably, somewhere in the middle of the night.

In any case, I was comfortably warm, having woken up sandwiched between Sherr Hess and Jax. Never before had I ever spooned anyone, nor had I been spooned. So, experiencing both at the same time for my maiden voyage was a win in my book. A rare check mark on that sad, neglected bucket list of ‘in your dreams, buddy’. Though, there was a bit of a crick in my neck from sleeping on the stone floor.

Ah, yes. I had almost forgotten.

In all the… excitement from the previous evening, what with Jax’s shenanigans and the subsequent heart to heart with the huge keltha still clutching me in her arms, it had somehow slipped my mind what had started all of that off. I sighed happily. Today was going to be a good day!

Quickly, I pulled up my stat page to see the changes.

I immediately noticed the big, fat ten sitting next to Intelligence. And Manic Breadth.

Hells yeah, baby! We are officially in the double digits! And I still don’t have a clue what any of that means.

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Oh. Well, that’s nice. Having a better memory would be useful. But, wait… a ten in a stat was still just High Novice? Good grief! And the point cost for it doubled every ten? That’s insane! It would take you ages to get anywhere close to mastery. Doing some quick math in my head, you would have to be somewhere in the eighties, Layer-wise, before you could even hit fifty in an attribute, and that was solely focusing on the one. And at that point, you would be having to wait four whole Layers per increase!

No wonder Hess was so keen on getting in on this tempered stat business. And for that matter, how could I get in on it? My summons were going to end up with better attributes than me!

Well… there was nothing that I could do about it for now. Setting that aside for some interminable point in the future, I finally had my first hint as to what that Manic Breadth stat was doing. Spell complexity? Interesting… if a little vague. Still, mentally, I sent a little thanks off to Lady Bline for the information. Rare was the day that she volunteered anything, after all.

What I really needed was some insight into what she meant by ‘complexity’. I knew that spells were composed of Words, but beyond that, there were any number of implications. Greater syllabic content. The ability to say more Words at a time. Or perhaps, the inclusion of interpretive language or dual meanings? I had no idea.

Eesh… Maybe with some experimentation, I could pick up some clues. She did say that I could purchase more complex spells, after all. Maybe if I played with the menu for a while, I could figure something out.

For that matter, what would really help would be understanding what Words I was saying for these spells. But that was a crap shoot, for now. I supposed that I could ask for a spell involving the Word I already knew, but… Toilet? Nah…

Right about then, the ‘little spoon’ of our trio stirred awake. Immediately finding herself tucked into my warmth, she snuggled a bit closer. Interlacing her hand with my own, she pulled at it, dragging it along until it was right over her breast. Pressing it against herself, she sighed happily. Amused, I gave it a little squeeze, and she gasped, delighted.

I smiled. There was just enough there now to get a bit of a handful. Nice!

Spinning in my arms, the look of glee on her face instantly froze. Gripping my jaw, she pulled me close and sniffed at my breath.

Geez… is it really that bad? I had not had access to a toothbrush in some time, so I had been trying to keep the gunk scrubbed away by rubbing my teeth with a scrap of cloth. And I only had the one. It was, as per our standard, a make-shift solution.

However, the look she was giving me was not one of disgust. It was… suspicion? With narrowed eyes, she scrambled down to pull aside my loincloth. A little nervous at this development, I opened my mouth to speak, but she immediately held up a finger and glared at me, as if to say, “No, little man. You will not.” But with more unintelligible swearing.

As she pulled the garment aside, my member sprang free, still at half mast from my slumber. Jax’s eyes widened at the sight of it, and she sucked in a breath. She held there for a handful of seconds, clearly at war with herself, but she would not be deterred. Slowly inching closer, trembling slightly from her internal battle, she gave it a little sniff. As the aroma hit her, her eyes fluttered closed, and she let out an exultant sigh, as if she had just scented the loveliest bouquet of roses ever assembled.

I was, understandably, a little conflicted about all of this. On the one hand… it was really fucking hot. And my status of ‘half mast’ was rapidly changing to reflect that. On the other hand, the only reason that I could figure that she would want to check my scent down there was out of distrust. And that was insulting. Warranted perhaps, but insulting.

She inched forward for just a moment, her breathing heavy and her eyes vacant. I could tell that she wanted nothing more right then than to take me into her ready lips and pull everything she could from me. However, she suddenly jerked away, closing her eyes in an effort to calm herself.

When she opened them again, our gazes locked. From her look, she had not been overly successful.

Crawling forward, so as to be face to face once more, she slowly looked me over, sniffing at me here and there. She had changed again, of course. Before, she had been rather plain in appearance, and before she spoke, you might have been forgiven for mistaking her for a man, if an effeminate one. Now, however, there was no trace of her former gender remaining. She was a woman… or more exactly, a lilim. Though, I had yet to discover how there was any difference.

In any case, she was… cute? Perhaps, she could have even been described as far as comely, if we could do something about her hair. It was an absolute riot. It had been steadily and uniformly growing out, and while there was just enough of it now to start to weigh itself down, it was still a puffy, red lion’s mane. Actually, she sort of reminded me of one of those troll dolls, save for the horns. They were also a bit longer, grown out just enough to noticeably poke out from out of her crimson dandelion.

As our eyes met once more, I found hers to be absolutely swimming with lust. Whatever I had found to admire in her, she had equally found in me and more. But still, she held herself back.

Coming very close and whispering for my ears alone, she said, “Had a bit of a nip while I were asleep?”

I quirked an eyebrow at her, “A kiss, you mean? Yes, we did.”

Her breath quickened for a moment and she swallowed, “And naught else? I smell ah~” Her breathing was becoming shallow, almost like she was about to hyperventilate. “I smell naught but ye.”

I nodded slightly, not appreciating this line of questioning, despite how evidently turned on she was. But I could understand where she was coming from. “That’s right. Naught else. It was difficult, but I saved myself for you.”

Hearing those words, her breath caught. Slowly, the corners of her lips curled up, and her eyes began to shine. In that moment, she was radiant, so overcome with happiness that I thought she might burst.

As her breath returned, catching, she pulled me to her so that there was only a hair of space between us. Whispering in a low, husky voice, she said, “Then I now claim me rights.”

Her rush to do just that almost knocked the wind out of me. Her kiss was rough, and desperately needy. As our tongues entwined, she began whimpering loudly and jerked me away from Hess’ entangling arms with the indelicate haste that a frequent flier might in taking his bag from an overhead compartment.

Crap on a stick! She was getting strong!

Naturally, Sherr Hess snorted awake immediately. “’Stits! Go easy, Jax!” she said blearily, yawning.

Jax froze on top of me, her lips still locked with mine. The whites showing all around her irises, her lips curled back over her teeth, and she growled low in her throat, like an animal might if you stepped too close to its food. If she had hackles, they would have been standing straight up.

Hess paused for a moment at the overt threat, however Jax might as well have been a chihuahua in her eyes. Bemusedly, she rested her chin in her hand and chuckling, she began making little cooing sounds at her and waggling her finger in front of her nose.

Before Jax could really go nuts — and it looked like she was about to — I grabbed her cheeks and gave her a little shake. Her eyes snapped back to me, questioningly. Struggling not to grin at the ridiculous expression I had contorted her into, I said, “Sorry to wake you. But if you wouldn’t mind, Jax and I would like a little bit of privacy.”

“Are you sure, dearest?” she asked coyly. “From here, she looks like she’s about to eat you.”

Jax’s eyes widened further, and she growled again, incensed. Gripping her just a tad harder to keep her attention, I sighed, “Please, Hess?”

“Alright, alright,” she said with a huff. Climbing to her feet, she took the time to stretch out her back before taking a few steps. Hesitating for a moment, she looked back at us, “Can’t I watch? I’ll be quiet, I promise.”

I shook my head. This woman… “I don’t think either of us are quite ready for an audience.”

“Mmm… But that’s what makes it fun!” she complained. Sighing sulkily, she groaned, “Fine. I’ll go… check on the fire or something.”

Jax watched her as she slumped away dejectedly, not moving a muscle. Slowly, she began to rub her cheek against my face, but she froze again as Hess’ voice called from down the hall.

“I get the next thigh slapping, Jax! You’ve been too greedy with him!”

I frowned slightly. The way she talked, I might as well have been a beach ball at a stadium concert. Heaving a sigh and determined to put her from my mind, I returned my attention to my companion. She was tense, listening intently for any further disturbance. Quirking an eyebrow, I waited.

Finally satisfied, she looked back at me. I do not know what I was expecting. Perhaps a bit of light repartee on the topic of our recently departed third wheel, or maybe a bit of flirting or some such to get us back into the mood. I would have even taken an apology. Growling over me like I was a piece of meat? However, the second the tension left her, all that remained was lust. An ocean of it.

“Uh… Jax?”

That was all I got out before she was on me.

 

Kissing me again, my lips might well have been the font from which all life sprang, such was her fervor. For several long seconds, she stole what little breath I had, whimpering and mewling high in her throat. Just as I was beginning to panic from the lack of oxygen, she broke away, gasping and panting roughly, “Mmmine!”

I could only look at her, dizzy as I was. From my vantage, beneath her trembling body, it looked as if her eyes were swimming with unshed tears. And I could not fathom the reason why that might be.

“Mine?” she said again. This time, it was clear that she was asking a question. One that I needed to answer. But she was in too much of a state to articulate it.

Panting with need, she made to kiss me again, but she paused, “W-want!” A few more breaths, each exhale taking on a plaintive pitch, “Mine?”

Comprehension slowly dawning, I nodded, “Yes. Yes, it’s okay, Jax. Go ahead.”

Almost laughing with relief, she resumed her assault on my lips. This time, however, she would give me little breaks, rubbing at my nose and cheeks, and nibbling at my ear lobes. Much to my relief. Passionate as it was, Jax’s need was overwhelming me.

“Mya~ Touch!” she gasped out. “Touch! Touch!”

Realizing that I was just lying there like a dead fish, mostly because I was so stunned by what was happening, I reached out and grasped her by the waist. Her breathing quickened instantly, but she was unsatisfied. Sitting up, she grabbed my wrists and slowly drew them up along her body. As they inched closer, what little control she still had over herself slowly lessened, and the tempo of her breathing ramped up to the point where I thought she might faint. As soon as my fingers made contact with the softness surrounding her pert little nipples, her panting caught, and she began to twitch and tremble. Slowly, in fits and jerks, her thighs clamped together over top of my torso, and she began to contort in what had to be an orgasm.

She held me there for a long while, not breathing, and just as I was started to grow concerned, she gasped. Sucking in several lungfuls of air, she smiled down at me and laughed a bit as the tension left her.

“Uh… are you okay now?” I asked, a little worried. Jax was not at all behaving like herself.

Instead of answering, she lazily slapped my hands away from her breasts. Leaning over me, she kissed me again before pulling away, sliding down until she was faced with my waiting manhood. It was harder than it had ever been, and pulsing slightly in time with the heart hammering away in my chest. How could it not be? I had never been in such an intense sexual experience in my life.

Jax pushed her nose right up next to it and closed her eyes. She held there, just breathing.

I do not know why I found that to be so stimulating, but her evident delight in my scent was driving me crazy. She was barely even touching me!

Clenching my teeth, I lifted my head to look down at her, and our eyes met. Slowly, never breaking eye contact, she began to rub her nose against my erection, tracing the edge of her tongue against it in little flicks. She knew what she was doing, all right. She knew exactly what it was doing.

Bringing her hands up, she began to very faintly trace along the length of me with her fingers. Being careful never to touch me with her claws, she moved them in random patterns, using only the slightest of pressure to stimulate me. And she never once let her face break away.

By the Three! This was insane! Where had she picked up on technique like this? She had not even really gotten started!

Finally, once she felt that she had teased me enough, she lazily licked me from base to tip and swallowed me whole. Not stopping until she had buried her nose into my hair, she paused there. I do not know how, but she inhaled, once more drawing my scent into her lungs. Her eyes fluttering, she moaned loudly, exulting in whatever combination of pleasures she was experiencing. The vibrations from it traveled up my spine and made my head spin.

Suddenly, another pair of hands began to lightly run their fingers through my hair. Startled I looked up, coming face to face with Jax’s shadow. It was kneeling beside my head, lightly stroking me, almost like I was a favored pet. Deeply dark, it was solid enough that I could actually touch it.

Jax paid it no mind, and slowly began her work. Pulling away to the tip again, her tongue pressed firmly against the underside the whole way, she hovered there for a second. Lightly twirling her tongue about the head for a moment, she then plunged down again. Three times, she did this before I was ready to burst.

My sexual experiences thus far had not prepared me for any kind of technique or skill, and ‘holding out’ was barely in my vocabulary. So I was not at all ready for this. However, somehow, Jax knew precisely the moment to stop before I lost control.

Coming away entirely, she sat staring at my throbbing for several long seconds. From her own trembling, I had no idea what she was waiting for, or why she would want to draw this out. But apparently, she had something in mind.

Just as I began to feel like I was regaining some control over myself, she came at me again, almost sighing in relief at the resumed contact. Once. Twice. And then she pulled away.

Groaning in frustration, I lifted my rod up into the cold air, desperate for the stimulation to continue, but Jax pulled away further. After a moment, perhaps out of pity, the shadow reached out and delicately began to trace its finger across the very tip of my spear. It was like being patted by a kitten’s paw.

Jax watched this hungrily for a few seconds before swiping a hand through it, dismissing the thing entirely. Coming in again, she gave me one last long sniff before planting a light kiss there. Slowly, she began to drag herself up my torso until we were face to face again.

Smiling coyly at me and never breaking eye contact, she straddled my hips and began to leisurely run her burgeoning womanhood over top of me. I could feel it there quite clearly, the groove between her legs. It was a texture, more than anything, smooth and warm. I could not feel any wetness or the like. At least, not at first.

Taking on a look of concentration, she inhaled and tensed. And suddenly, it felt as if I had been grabbed by a moist pair of lips.

That slight bit of penetration shook her enough to break her gaze from mine, and she cried out, “Ahhn~!”

The call rang through the empty hallways, echoing ever so slightly. Jax was trembling like a leaf, her face screwed up in ecstasy as she struggled to breathe.

“Jax, are you alright?” I asked. Apparently, she had developed a bit more down there, but I was not sure if she was ready for this. After all, this was brand new to her, no matter what instincts seemed to be coming with the package.

She did not reply. Instead, her mouth gaping open in her want, she began to slowly move. Dragging her dampness along the length of me, she rolled her hips in lazy circles, exploring every inch of her new organ against my own.

She was in heaven. And I was rapidly catching up.

I gritted my teeth. “Jax… Jax… I can’t…” I was going to blow at any second.

Taking a breath, she pulled herself up to my tip, and without using her hands, somehow she maneuvered it up at just the right angle, and slowly began to descend. I felt it then. Every inch of it. That glorious velvety warmth. There was no resistance, only gently squeezing pressure from all around.

As I ascended into her depths, she began to cry out, exultant, calling higher and higher with each breath, “Ha ha ha~!” Grabbing my shoulders she clutched me to herself, hugging me so tightly to her bosom that I almost felt my bones creak.

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And just as I bottomed out, and our flesh clicked into place, I lost it. And so did Jax.

As the first pulse of white heat erupted from me, she threw back her head and screamed.

“MASTER!”

 

My eyes snapped open at that word, even as I continued to empty myself into Jax’s lustrous new garden. That trigger had been pulled, and there was no stopping it now. It went on longer than I had thought possible, and Jax howled through the whole of it, caught in the rolling waves of our shared orgasm. However, eventually, the waves relented, each pulse coming in weaker and weaker until they stopped altogether.

Slowly, I pulled away, still breathing heavily, and looked at her. Tears were gently falling down the sides of her cheeks as she gazed up at the ceiling, and her face had assumed a mask of peaceful contentment. After a few moments, she sighed happily and pulled me to her again. However, just as her lips met mine, she froze.

Looking up, her eyes searched my own curiously. Finally, she spoke, “Master? Master, what…”

Eyes widening, she clapped a hand over her mouth.

I said nothing, only raising an eyebrow at her.

Pulling her face into a grimace, she looked away, “Ah, Jax! Ye doaty wank warmer! Why’d ye have to let that slip?” Facing me again, the picture of contriteness, she sighed, “Sorry! I be sorry, Mast…” Taking a breath, she tried again, “I be sorry… D… d-d-d… Argh!” Her face had begun to twist and contort in her effort to get the word out until she growled in exasperation.

I blinked. This was new. And yet… For a long time now, even back when she was a him, possibly since I had known her, she had been having trouble speaking correctly on occasion. She had always played it off as a cough or a stutter, but now… Had she been fighting with herself over this? But why would that be? I had certainly never asked her to call me that.

Tentatively, I prompted her, “It’s Donum.”

“I know what yer howlin’ name be, Mast…” She jerked, stopping herself. Sucking in a breath, she looked at me pleadingly, “Don’t be angry. Please?”

I looked at her, surprised, “Am I angry?”

She went silent for a while, knitting her brows together as she sorted through my emotions. Eventually, she shook her head, “Nay… but ye ain’t happy neither.”

“Obviously,” I agreed. “Jax, what is going on? Where is this coming from?”

Groaning, she hugged me to herself and mumbled into my shoulder, “I dunno. Be what the Lady calls ye.”

“W…? The Lady of Power? Bline? That Lady?” I stammered in shock. “She calls me Master?”

“What? Nay!” she pushed away and looked me up and down like I was a fool. “Not master of Her ownself, ye dafty. Master of me. All the time, She be calling ye such. Even me skills…” She paused, frowning, “Ah… whatever. No use hiding it anymore.”

“What about your skills?” I asked.

She sighed, “I… be embarrassed to say.”

“I won’t make you,” I assured her. “But I would like to know. What’s the least of them?” Honestly, how bad could they be?

Glancing at me furtively, she mumbled, “My Claws Hunt for Master.”

My right eye twitched, “That’s… not so bad. It even sounds kind of fierce.” If a little cringe-worthy. “Is that the one that drains Life Energy?”

Heaving a sigh, she smiled a bit, tentatively, “Aye, the bloody thing. Got it way back the last time we were here. Remember? Thought it made me sound like some great beast.” Holding her hand aloft, she looked it over speculatively for a moment before saying, “Never thought I’d actually grow claws of me own.”

“I’ll bet,” I smiled back. Taking the hand in my own, I began to lightly run my thumb over top of the miniature keratin daggers. They were hard and smooth to the touch, rather like a cat’s but straighter. “It’s alright, Jax. Now, what is the problem, exactly? Can you not say my name at all anymore?”

“I…” she started, but then she paused to consider the question. Experimentally, she began to enunciate very deliberately, “Your name be Donum, Mast…” She stopped short, pressing her lips together in frustration.

I sighed. “Hmm… it’s like you’ve got some kind of… enforced speech impediment. Or maybe a tic? Would it help if I commanded you not to call me that?”

She seemed surprised at my question, and frowning, she said, “Weren’t yer lips what put that word on mine. If ye make me say aught, what difference do it make what word ye put there?”

I blinked at her in confusion, “You’re arguing that forcing you to call me by name is no different that forcing you to call me Master? But… don’t you want to call me by name?”

“What I want…” pausing, she took a breath. “What I want is to for ye to not be upset anymore. I want ye to be pleased with me. We agreed long ago that ye’d ne’er treat me as yer slave, and ye been good on it. And… I were afraid ye’d be angry with me to suddenly be calling ye as the Lady says I ought. Or worse, make ye feel guilty all over again. I hate yer guilt.”

I nodded uncertainly. I had decidedly mixed feelings about all of this. With this latest development… Her calling me that? And being more upset about how I would feel about it? How was I supposed to react? It made her sound like she was some kind of consort or a concubine! And it was made all the more complicated by the fact that she could tell exactly how I felt at all times. It was unfair! I could not control my emotions like some kind of Kwisatz Haderach! What was I supposed to do? Mutter, “Guilt is the relationship killer…” and have that be the end of it?

However, we had been over all of this before. We were bound together. And somehow, that was supposed to balance out some cosmic equation between the two of us. I did not understand it in the slightest, but Jax was quite insistent. In the end, I had decided to just go with it, and I had been… mostly comfortable with the resolution we had arrived at. I just needed to make sure that whatever this new thing was, we were both still okay with it.

I took a breath, “Right… first of all, I do not want you to feel like you need to please me…”

“And why not?” she interrupted quickly, scattering my train of thought to the winds. “Do ye nay wish to please me, as well?”

“I… what?” I stopped, taken aback. “I hadn’t… I mean… Well, yes! Of course, I do.” I honestly had not thought of it that way. Perhaps there was some sort of balance to this, after all.

“Good,” she smiled. Very gently, she stroked my cheek with the back of her hand, “I be glad to have calmed ye somewhat, Mas…”

I flinched at the word, and she sighed in frustration.

“Okay, well, we’re going to have to do something about this,” I said after a moment. If this relationship was going to be anywhere close to healthy, we would need to. “I don’t like you calling me… Master.”

She blinked at me confusedly. Very slightly drawing forward, she tilted her head to the side. And slowly, the corner of her mouth tilted up into the faintest of grins.

“Lie.”

The word was only a whisper, but it hit me like a cannonball. “What?! No! I’m not lying! I don’t want you to call me Master!”

“Lie,” she said again, grinning wider.

“Jax, stop! I swear to you, I would never ask you to call me that! It’s… it’s demeaning!” I was shouting now.

She tilted her head the other way, “That be true. Master.”

I flinched, “By Law! Why are you doing this?”

“Because ye like it, Master,” she smiled beatifically.

“No, I don’t!”

“Lie.”

“Damn it, Jax!”

Finally having mercy on me, she laughed and pulled me into her arms, “Oh, Master. Me poor man. Be at ease. Yer lie be to yer ownself. Ye do like it whether ye admit it or not. I can feel it.” Soothingly stroking the back of my head, she sighed, “But yer guts be torn over it. That’s clear.”

I growled. What fresh hell was this? What was she even going on about? I liked it? No! I did not. I mean… It was base and low… and… and… degrading!

Still… Maybe… From a certain point of view…

There was a certain appeal to having a naked… lilim sitting in my lap. And calling me that.

“Okay… fine. I guess it is… kind of hot. But only…”

“Hot?” she interrupted, befuddled.

“Yes, you know… Sexy? Arousing?” I explained quickly. “But…”

Suddenly, her grip on me tightened like a vise, and I gasped. I do not know how, but through the entire conversation, she had yet to allow me to slip out of her. And it was at that moment that I realized that any hope that I might have entertained of getting out of this had just been unceremoniously tossed out the window.

“I see…” she breathed. “Ye like it that way? Master?”

“Well… I suppose so. Yes…” I said, grimacing from having my still sensitive bits squeezed. “As a private sort of thing. Maybe. But not if you don’t have a choice in the matter!”

“A choice?” she repeated, her eyes heavy with seduction. “As to what to call ye?”

“Yes, of course!” I frowned, trying very hard to ignore how she was starting to move against me. “Where do you think all of that guilt is coming from?”

At that, she paused in a huff and tutted at me. “I do nay think ye got reason to feel guilty over it, but… a choice?” Thinking it over for a moment, she nodded, and taking a breath, she closed her eyes. “There. Yer will be done, Donum.”

I blinked at her. “Wait… just like that?”

“Aye!” she affirmed, smiling grandly. “It were a good command, I decided.”

“Oh,” was all I said. That was… unexpectedly easy. And for once, I had not come out of it feeling terrible about myself.

“Now then.” Quickly planting a kiss on my lips, she mused, “How about a little game?”

“Uh… okay?” I smiled uncertainly. I was not at all sure I wanted to. She had a glint in her eye that was making me nervous. “What sort of game?”

She took a breath, consequently pressing her breasts against me, “How about… I tell ye the name of me skill, and ye guess which it be? Master.”

I swallowed. Her breath was hot on my face, and her eyes were smoldering. Particularly when she said that word. “A-alright. Sounds simple enough.”

She smiled mischievously, and slowly she began to trace her lips along the ridge of my neck. “In Lust… My Shadows Guard.” She pulsed around me as she emphasized the word, and though I had just had a massive orgasm, her rather overt attempt at getting me roused again was working miraculously.

Licking my lips and trying very hard to ignore the feather-light tickling going on at my neck, I said, “Your shadow clones, of course.”

“Very good. Master,” she breathed. “But that were an easy one. How about…” Pulling away, she looked me square in the eye, “Thirst… for Master’s Touch?”

Wow… That was a skill name? Watcher’s Eye…

Still, the rather frank way that she had said it combined with the way that she had started to roll her hips finally broke through whatever hesitance was left in me. Pulling her toward me, I went to kiss her, but she held a finger in front of my mouth, “Ah no, Master… Only correct guesses get rewards.” That was what she said anyway. The way she was moving against me was telling a different story.

Growling with frustration, I said, “Well… I would have to assume that is your latest one? The one that makes you more able to handle… all of this?”

“Ah~ Barely…” she breathed, her lips a hair’s breadth from my own. “Right again. Next?”

“Only one left, but go ahead,” I smiled in anticipation.

“M… My Body…”

She very slightly jerked her head to the side and froze. Eyes narrowing, her lips formed a thin line and she yelled, “My Body for Master ALONE!”

I blinked in confusion for a moment at this outburst.

At least until I heard the reply coming from off in the shadows.

“Aww… It was just starting to get good again!”

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