“Strip.”
She obeys instantly, her robe vanishing into her inventory, but you shake your head. Then you speak, as her eyes are shut.
“No.”
Her face creases in confusion, and she finally opens her eyes to look at you, her mouth slightly parted as if to ask a question. You don't give her the chance.
“I said strip.”
She gets it after a second, and re equips her robe, before beginning to shed it a more traditional way. The puffy shoulder sleeves slide down her arms until the entire ensemble is held up by the the loose corsetry of the bodice. With fumbling hands, she begins to undo the laces, her eyes fixed on yours for reassurance. You give her non, keeping your face impassive even as the fabric pools at her feet.
If you weren't doing so deliberately, you would have raised an eyebrow at the lack of bra. You hold up a paw to stop her when her thumbs hook through her panties, and you take a moment to admire her form.
Her breasts are no bigger than last time, but you are, and her apple sized orbs look just about the right size to fit comfortably in your palm without scratching her with your claws. Her nipples are small and hard, surrounded by small areola. Her skin is pale even where it has been exposed to the sun, but under her robes it turns almost translucent, unblemished pearl. She has two lets of tan lines, one half faded from her more form covering robes you first saw her in. Her legs are just as toned as you remember, from long marches, but with just enough softening that you can tell she's not built only for walking, and her ass is just as firm. Her pussy lips are slightly parted, just revealing her labia, and her natural lubrication is smeared an inch down her thighs from how tightly she had been sitting before. She looks like she's caught between wanting to cover up and wanting your approval, her face caught in a blush that's starting to spread down her neck. A light smattering of freckles that you're pretty sure weren't present last time you met dot her face, and her hair falls in well maintained, loose curls of copper behind her shoulders.
Your cock twitches again. Who knew you had such a thing for humanoids?
When your forelimb falls, so to do her panties, sliding over the swell of her ass with little trouble and falling to the ground. Only after Amanda steps out of them, leaving her totally nude, do you speak.
“What makes you think you deserve to be my pet?”
Amanda gasps as if struck, and recoils slightly, although her eyes remain fixed on you.
“I asked you a question.”
She stutters for a moment before she tails off. “Uh, I... um?”
You throw her a bone, verbally. “Will you be obedient, as my pet? How often will you be Pet, and how often Amanda? Will you be able to look after yourself enough that you won't be a burden on my burgeoning lair?”
At this, she appears to give your words some thought. You're pleased she isn't immediately jumping to what she thinks you want to hear.
“I will always be your obedient pet, even when I am Amanda. I'm not... I'm not really willing to give up being Amanda all the time. You made me feel incredible when we... when you, well, but if I'm going to pull my weight I should be Amanda unless you want your pet. And I can cook, clean, do anything you want me to. I don't mind hard work.”
You nod as she talks, pleased with her proposition, but then you get to the crux of the matter. “Can you heal? Can you, in fact, cast any magic at all any more?”
Amanda's expression falls, and for the first time she looks away, unable to meet your eyes. “No.”
“What happened?”
She laughs, a humourless sound. “The Goddess of Beauty and Art wasn't pleased to have a follower of hers wake up with her face covered in and throat filled with cum. It probably would have been ok if my player didn't delete her account shortly after.”
You open your mouth to apologise reflexively. No matte how much you enjoyed pushing her, Amanda didn't deserve that, but she held up a hand forestalling you.
“I don't blame you. Frankly, I think my player was going to abandon me anyway, and I was a low level cleric with no friends. All I've lost is a few magic tricks, and I stand to gain a lot more.”
You raise your eyebrows again, but it's Mercy who speaks. “You levelled up as a disgraced cleric? I've never heard of someone doing so, except for when levelling up once is part of the redemption quest. What does it give you?”
Amanda looks uncomfortable, still nude, as the conversation drifts away from her sexual preferences, but she still turns to face the dryad and answers. You take the opportunity to take her shed clothing into your inventory.
“Very little. Just a feat called 'Wasted Potential', which is currently rank four, with the description 'you could be more'. I'd rather not talk about it.”
The atmosphere quickly turns awkward, non of you sure how to proceed, until you push on. You inject a note of light hearted teasing into your voice.
“Well if you can't heal, I'm not sure-” but you cut yourself off. Amanda looks genuinely upset, and that's not what you want here. Embarrassed, yes. Upset, no. You continue down a different track.
“Well then, you'll have to study hard... at least when you're Amanda, to learn other ways of helping. We're a small community, and no matter my own wishes to keep a pet, I have to think of everyone else first.”
That had the desired effect. Amanda's face lights up when she processes your words.
“You mean that?” Her voice is filled with a soft, hopeful yearning. Whatever she's been exposed to lately, you realise, it's not been good for her self esteem.
“I do.”
Her face breaks into a wide smile, and she kneels down in front of you. You remain still, curious as to her intentions. She gently takes your chin in her hand and leans in to kiss you. You permit it, and are surprised to find, as opposed to your passionate exchange with Mercy, that your mouths are mostly compatible. Clearly whichever god designed you had envisaged you softly kissing human girls at some point. Your lips part slightly, and hers open with them. Her tongue darts out, experimentally, and meets yours in the small gap between you, your mouthshapes making it impossible to kiss in a purely human way.
You flicker your forked tongue around the tip of hers and she shudders, letting out a light sigh of contentment. You withdraw your tongue and pull away a hair, more when Amanda leans in to follow you.
“Hey... Hey.” you murmur, as she leans into you with her eyes closed. After a second or two, they blink open, but you can see they're clouded by something.
“Mmmm? Wha..?”
“Am I speaking to Amanda, or to Pet?”
She slurs as if she's drunk as she responds. “Can't I be both? Your pet, Amandaaaaa~” She half sings her own name, and you glance at Mercy with a cocked eyebrow, hoping she'll have some insight into just how far gone Amanda is.
The green skinned woman was still lent against the entrance, although one hand was alternating stroking her stomach and teasing her breasts, and the other was grazing against her own pussy, although seemingly just to tease herself for now. She returns your gaze levelly however, and her hand leaves her breast to spin in a circle around her temple. You can see her mouth across the cave to you 'Bitch has issues'. You blink in acknowledgement and turn back to Amanda.
“Yes, you are.” Amanda sets out a happy grunt and nuzzles against your neck, her hand starting to reach your your engorged prick. “But sometimes I'll need you to be Amanda first and my pet second, and sometimes you'll get to be Pet first and Amanda second.”
You bat away her hand and try to get her to focus. Instead, she drops down to all fours and starts pushing her head between your front legs, while happily giggling “Pet~!”.
You share a hopeless look with Mercy over Amanda's happily swaying arse and say “I think that's as good an answer as any other,” before letting your forelimbs be pushed aside by Pet's shoulders as she finally reaches her goal.
With the way you're sat back on your haunches, you cock is on full display, sticking rock hard up into the cool air. It does not remain exposed for long.
Pet starts by giving you a long, languorous lick, swirling her tongue around your tip while humming happily. Her mouth must have been watering, because her slick tongue has you coated in saliva within a few rotations. She then tilts her head back as far as it will go and licks down the underside, till your cock is resting against her face and her tongue is lashing against the base, where your engorged meat leaves your sheath.
You tilt your head down to look, and see her, one eye hidden by your cock, looking up at you with naked adoration on her face. Once she sees she has your attention, she licks her way back to the tip and then parts her lips, resting your cock against the lower. She holds the pose for a few seconds, her breath warming you, before she slowly slips her mouth around your cock.
The warmth, contrasting the cool air on your spit soaked member, is enough to make you shudder, but Per keeps gently wiggling her jaw and sliding more of you into her mouth, millimetre by millimetre. Her eyes don't leave yours until, two thirds down your cock, your tip hits the back of her mouth. Then, she gags lightly and her eyes flick down to your stomach, still two inches away. She pulls back far enough to grin cutely at you, a display which is made obscene by the drake cock still laying on her tongue, before she pushes back down.
This continues for some time, your tip brushing her throat every few seconds, until you place a forelimb against the back of her head at her deepest point. You don't even need to apply pressure for her to get the message, and you feel her tongue grind against the thicker base of your cock as she forces herself deeper. You feel a hard ring of straining muscle squeeze your flesh as Pet takes a quick breath through her nose, and then she rams herself the last inch down. Her throat spasms and her tongue pushes out as if trying to make room as she gags again. She manages to hold you in her throat for a handful of heartbeats before she retreats, gasping. A string of drool stretches between your cock and her chin as she coughs, but she doesn't wipe it away. Instead, after a moment to recover, she deepthroats you again; again, holding herself down until she gags.
The third time, as her throat trembles, she doesn't pull back all the way. Instead, she pulls back only enough to alleviate her own discomfort and then pushes back down, repeating the motion like a saw. The rippling ring of her throat massages your tip back and forth while her tongue curls, applying a rolling pressure to your shaft. The stimulation is intense and you can feel your orgasm fast approaching, but you have no intention of letting things end so soon.
You push Pet off your cock – an endeavour that's harder than you expected, given her single minded determination to pleasure you, and hold her face against the ground to prevent her from going back to sucking you off as you calm down some. Pet whines and wriggles, but it's a semblance of a fight at best. It's clear she wants to please you, but that gives you an idea.
“Stay.” you order, and Pet lets out a final whine before settling still, her cheek against the dirt floor, her arse in the air. You circle her, enjoying her complete obedience. Mercy looks to be enjoying it too, if her half lidded eyes and furious fingering is anything to go by.
You walk a half circle till you're directly behind Pet. She whimpers again and spreads her legs, obviously thinking you're going to mount her. You consider it for a seconds, but decide against it. There will be time for that another day. What does interest you however is the small rivers of lubrication that are running down her thighs. Her pussy is flushed and engorged, and even as you watch a long loop of sticky arousal forms as it produces yet more lube.
Grinning, you extend your tongue and flick it against her clit. Barely more than a brush. But the effect is overwhelming. Pet trembles and shakes as her entire body clenches in the throws of a powerful orgasm. You smile, and produce the enchanted stone vibrator Feathers gave you. It slides into Pet's pussy easily, and just as it's swallowed, you tap the activation rune.
By the time you walk back to Pet's head, her legs have lost all power to support her, which suits you just fine. You flip her quaking body over and, now you're cooled off some, line your cock up with her mouth once more.
You slam home with no warning, and Pet's hands flail and grasp at nothing as another orgasm tears through her, her pleasured spasms each triggering a gag as her head jerks with your cock lodged in her throat. Her back arches as you pull back till only your tip is in her mouth, and she comes again, violently, as you mash your hips into her face. From there, you set a furious pace, not really caring that every thrust was met with a Gluk-gluk-gluk, far more interested in the visibly growing puddle of girl-cum that was spreading between Pet's flailing legs.
You give her no respite, no reprieve. She has time for only tiny, gasping breaths as you pull your cock out, and she quickly goes red in the face as you use her mouth like a pussy. The similarity to your first meeting is lost on neither of you, bar the fact that Pet doesn't seem to have enough control over her limbs to masturbate, the vibrating toy giving her far more pleasure than she can cope with. Her eyes cross and then roll back into her head as you mercilessly pound her face, chasing the orgasm that you put off. Not knowing precisely what would happen if she were to fall unconscious again, you let up a little, pulling back more on every thrust to give her more time to breathe, until she seems to be mostly back with it. Unfortunately, or fortunately, for her, that's when your cock begins to twitch.
With a roar, you thrust down until her lips wrap around your base. You clench your knees, trapping her face between them, the floor, and your hips as you buck. Per gags again, her breasts bouncing as her chest heaves, and the added stimulation causes you to cum.
Her whole body goes ridged as the first shot of your cum flies down her throat, before she relaxes more than at any other time so far. Her legs flop down, one atop the other, one arm thumps beside her and the other across her chest. Her only movement is to swallow. Swallow. Swallow. You're pent up enough that you cum what feels like a half pint of seed down her throat before your mind clear enough that you can even consider pulling out. By now, Pet's eyes are beginning to roll again, so you pull back until your tip is all that remains. Pet takes a deep breath as you continue to fill her mouth, her cheeks expanding like a lewd hamster until you pull out to shoot the last few drops onto her face.
You collapse back, spent, and only then do you notice that Mercy is no longer by the entrance. She leans down and grabs pet by the hair, pulling her upright roughly – although once she can, she supports most of Pet's weight through a second grip on her arm. As soon as they're both standing, Mercy pulls Pet into a passionate, semen filled kiss.
You can only watch as cum drools out of their mouths, despite both of their efforts to salvage it. After a few seconds of making out, they separate, and both make identical swallowing motions.
You raise an eyebrow at Mercy, who flushes slightly then glares at you. “It's a good source of power. One of the best if I don't want to kill-fuck someone.” She fidgets as you don't say anything. “At least I have a reason, unlike little miss cum slut over there.”
You turn towards Pet, who looks like she's starting to pull herself together somewhat, although still shaking with the aftershocks of orgasm. She turns to Mercy, raises a finger as if to make a point, and lets out a belch and blushing scarlet.
“Oh gods I'm so sorry, that was rude.”
That, of all things, breaks the tension once more, and the three of you prepare to leave, although you are somewhat reluctant to return Amanda's clothing. As a compromise, you keep her panties, and it's her turn to raise an eyebrow at you before she gets dressed, although she's still smiling happily. The smile turns somewhat guilty as you all leave and you remark.
“Feel free to keep the vibrator in as long as you like, just make sure you don't lose it.”
As you're the last to leave the cave, you take a moment to drop Amanda's panties, and then hang them from a protruding roof root. You're not some kind of weirdo who collects used panties after all.
BlackBug
Trivia time!
The first site I hosted this on has a few good stories with smut, and many bad ones. I quite enjoy reading the good ones, and have put more than one down because the main character develops a weird thing for collecting underwear. Is... Is that a thing? You've already got them to have sex with you! Why steal their underwear and spend all day smelling them? That's used pants you're sniffing boy! If you were less weird (Ironic, coming from a guy who writes smut with a dragon in it but still) maybe you'd have more sex!
That was less trivia than a confused rant, I guess, but hopefully someone learnt something!
“Strip.”
She obeys instantly, her robe vanishing into her inventory, but you shake your head. Then you speak, as her eyes are shut.
“No.”
Her face creases in confusion, and she finally opens her eyes to look at you, her mouth slightly parted as if to ask a question. You don't give her the chance.
“I said strip.”
She gets it after a second, and re equips her robe, before beginning to shed it a more traditional way. The puffy shoulder sleeves slide down her arms until the entire ensemble is held up by the the loose corsetry of the bodice. With fumbling hands, she begins to undo the laces, her eyes fixed on yours for reassurance. You give her non, keeping your face impassive even as the fabric pools at her feet.
If you weren't doing so deliberately, you would have raised an eyebrow at the lack of bra. You hold up a paw to stop her when her thumbs hook through her panties, and you take a moment to admire her form.
Her breasts are no bigger than last time, but you are, and her apple sized orbs look just about the right size to fit comfortably in your palm without scratching her with your claws. Her nipples are small and hard, surrounded by small areola. Her skin is pale even where it has been exposed to the sun, but under her robes it turns almost translucent, unblemished pearl. She has two lets of tan lines, one half faded from her more form covering robes you first saw her in. Her legs are just as toned as you remember, from long marches, but with just enough softening that you can tell she's not built only for walking, and her ass is just as firm. Her pussy lips are slightly parted, just revealing her labia, and her natural lubrication is smeared an inch down her thighs from how tightly she had been sitting before. She looks like she's caught between wanting to cover up and wanting your approval, her face caught in a blush that's starting to spread down her neck. A light smattering of freckles that you're pretty sure weren't present last time you met dot her face, and her hair falls in well maintained, loose curls of copper behind her shoulders.
Your cock twitches again. Who knew you had such a thing for humanoids?
When your forelimb falls, so to do her panties, sliding over the swell of her ass with little trouble and falling to the ground. Only after Amanda steps out of them, leaving her totally nude, do you speak.
“What makes you think you deserve to be my pet?”
Amanda gasps as if struck, and recoils slightly, although her eyes remain fixed on you.
“I asked you a question.”
She stutters for a moment before she tails off. “Uh, I... um?”
You throw her a bone, verbally. “Will you be obedient, as my pet? How often will you be Pet, and how often Amanda? Will you be able to look after yourself enough that you won't be a burden on my burgeoning lair?”
At this, she appears to give your words some thought. You're pleased she isn't immediately jumping to what she thinks you want to hear.
“I will always be your obedient pet, even when I am Amanda. I'm not... I'm not really willing to give up being Amanda all the time. You made me feel incredible when we... when you, well, but if I'm going to pull my weight I should be Amanda unless you want your pet. And I can cook, clean, do anything you want me to. I don't mind hard work.”
You nod as she talks, pleased with her proposition, but then you get to the crux of the matter. “Can you heal? Can you, in fact, cast any magic at all any more?”
Amanda's expression falls, and for the first time she looks away, unable to meet your eyes. “No.”
“What happened?”
She laughs, a humourless sound. “The Goddess of Beauty and Art wasn't pleased to have a follower of hers wake up with her face covered in and throat filled with cum. It probably would have been ok if my player didn't delete her account shortly after.”
You open your mouth to apologise reflexively. No matte how much you enjoyed pushing her, Amanda didn't deserve that, but she held up a hand forestalling you.
“I don't blame you. Frankly, I think my player was going to abandon me anyway, and I was a low level cleric with no friends. All I've lost is a few magic tricks, and I stand to gain a lot more.”
You raise your eyebrows again, but it's Mercy who speaks. “You levelled up as a disgraced cleric? I've never heard of someone doing so, except for when levelling up once is part of the redemption quest. What does it give you?”
Amanda looks uncomfortable, still nude, as the conversation drifts away from her sexual preferences, but she still turns to face the dryad and answers. You take the opportunity to take her shed clothing into your inventory.
“Very little. Just a feat called 'Wasted Potential', which is currently rank four, with the description 'you could be more'. I'd rather not talk about it.”
The atmosphere quickly turns awkward, non of you sure how to proceed, until you push on. You inject a note of light hearted teasing into your voice.
“Well if you can't heal, I'm not sure-” but you cut yourself off. Amanda looks genuinely upset, and that's not what you want here. Embarrassed, yes. Upset, no. You continue down a different track.
“Well then, you'll have to study hard... at least when you're Amanda, to learn other ways of helping. We're a small community, and no matter my own wishes to keep a pet, I have to think of everyone else first.”
That had the desired effect. Amanda's face lights up when she processes your words.
“You mean that?” Her voice is filled with a soft, hopeful yearning. Whatever she's been exposed to lately, you realise, it's not been good for her self esteem.
“I do.”
Her face breaks into a wide smile, and she kneels down in front of you. You remain still, curious as to her intentions. She gently takes your chin in her hand and leans in to kiss you. You permit it, and are surprised to find, as opposed to your passionate exchange with Mercy, that your mouths are mostly compatible. Clearly whichever god designed you had envisaged you softly kissing human girls at some point. Your lips part slightly, and hers open with them. Her tongue darts out, experimentally, and meets yours in the small gap between you, your mouthshapes making it impossible to kiss in a purely human way.
You flicker your forked tongue around the tip of hers and she shudders, letting out a light sigh of contentment. You withdraw your tongue and pull away a hair, more when Amanda leans in to follow you.
“Hey... Hey.” you murmur, as she leans into you with her eyes closed. After a second or two, they blink open, but you can see they're clouded by something.
“Mmmm? Wha..?”
“Am I speaking to Amanda, or to Pet?”
She slurs as if she's drunk as she responds. “Can't I be both? Your pet, Amandaaaaa~” She half sings her own name, and you glance at Mercy with a cocked eyebrow, hoping she'll have some insight into just how far gone Amanda is.
The green skinned woman was still lent against the entrance, although one hand was alternating stroking her stomach and teasing her breasts, and the other was grazing against her own pussy, although seemingly just to tease herself for now. She returns your gaze levelly however, and her hand leaves her breast to spin in a circle around her temple. You can see her mouth across the cave to you 'Bitch has issues'. You blink in acknowledgement and turn back to Amanda.
“Yes, you are.” Amanda sets out a happy grunt and nuzzles against your neck, her hand starting to reach your your engorged prick. “But sometimes I'll need you to be Amanda first and my pet second, and sometimes you'll get to be Pet first and Amanda second.”
You bat away her hand and try to get her to focus. Instead, she drops down to all fours and starts pushing her head between your front legs, while happily giggling “Pet~!”.
You share a hopeless look with Mercy over Amanda's happily swaying arse and say “I think that's as good an answer as any other,” before letting your forelimbs be pushed aside by Pet's shoulders as she finally reaches her goal.
With the way you're sat back on your haunches, you cock is on full display, sticking rock hard up into the cool air. It does not remain exposed for long.
Pet starts by giving you a long, languorous lick, swirling her tongue around your tip while humming happily. Her mouth must have been watering, because her slick tongue has you coated in saliva within a few rotations. She then tilts her head back as far as it will go and licks down the underside, till your cock is resting against her face and her tongue is lashing against the base, where your engorged meat leaves your sheath.
You tilt your head down to look, and see her, one eye hidden by your cock, looking up at you with naked adoration on her face. Once she sees she has your attention, she licks her way back to the tip and then parts her lips, resting your cock against the lower. She holds the pose for a few seconds, her breath warming you, before she slowly slips her mouth around your cock.
The warmth, contrasting the cool air on your spit soaked member, is enough to make you shudder, but Per keeps gently wiggling her jaw and sliding more of you into her mouth, millimetre by millimetre. Her eyes don't leave yours until, two thirds down your cock, your tip hits the back of her mouth. Then, she gags lightly and her eyes flick down to your stomach, still two inches away. She pulls back far enough to grin cutely at you, a display which is made obscene by the drake cock still laying on her tongue, before she pushes back down.
This continues for some time, your tip brushing her throat every few seconds, until you place a forelimb against the back of her head at her deepest point. You don't even need to apply pressure for her to get the message, and you feel her tongue grind against the thicker base of your cock as she forces herself deeper. You feel a hard ring of straining muscle squeeze your flesh as Pet takes a quick breath through her nose, and then she rams herself the last inch down. Her throat spasms and her tongue pushes out as if trying to make room as she gags again. She manages to hold you in her throat for a handful of heartbeats before she retreats, gasping. A string of drool stretches between your cock and her chin as she coughs, but she doesn't wipe it away. Instead, after a moment to recover, she deepthroats you again; again, holding herself down until she gags.
The third time, as her throat trembles, she doesn't pull back all the way. Instead, she pulls back only enough to alleviate her own discomfort and then pushes back down, repeating the motion like a saw. The rippling ring of her throat massages your tip back and forth while her tongue curls, applying a rolling pressure to your shaft. The stimulation is intense and you can feel your orgasm fast approaching, but you have no intention of letting things end so soon.
You push Pet off your cock – an endeavour that's harder than you expected, given her single minded determination to pleasure you, and hold her face against the ground to prevent her from going back to sucking you off as you calm down some. Pet whines and wriggles, but it's a semblance of a fight at best. It's clear she wants to please you, but that gives you an idea.
“Stay.” you order, and Pet lets out a final whine before settling still, her cheek against the dirt floor, her arse in the air. You circle her, enjoying her complete obedience. Mercy looks to be enjoying it too, if her half lidded eyes and furious fingering is anything to go by.
You walk a half circle till you're directly behind Pet. She whimpers again and spreads her legs, obviously thinking you're going to mount her. You consider it for a seconds, but decide against it. There will be time for that another day. What does interest you however is the small rivers of lubrication that are running down her thighs. Her pussy is flushed and engorged, and even as you watch a long loop of sticky arousal forms as it produces yet more lube.
Grinning, you extend your tongue and flick it against her clit. Barely more than a brush. But the effect is overwhelming. Pet trembles and shakes as her entire body clenches in the throws of a powerful orgasm. You smile, and produce the enchanted stone vibrator Feathers gave you. It slides into Pet's pussy easily, and just as it's swallowed, you tap the activation rune.
By the time you walk back to Pet's head, her legs have lost all power to support her, which suits you just fine. You flip her quaking body over and, now you're cooled off some, line your cock up with her mouth once more.
You slam home with no warning, and Pet's hands flail and grasp at nothing as another orgasm tears through her, her pleasured spasms each triggering a gag as her head jerks with your cock lodged in her throat. Her back arches as you pull back till only your tip is in her mouth, and she comes again, violently, as you mash your hips into her face. From there, you set a furious pace, not really caring that every thrust was met with a Gluk-gluk-gluk, far more interested in the visibly growing puddle of girl-cum that was spreading between Pet's flailing legs.
You give her no respite, no reprieve. She has time for only tiny, gasping breaths as you pull your cock out, and she quickly goes red in the face as you use her mouth like a pussy. The similarity to your first meeting is lost on neither of you, bar the fact that Pet doesn't seem to have enough control over her limbs to masturbate, the vibrating toy giving her far more pleasure than she can cope with. Her eyes cross and then roll back into her head as you mercilessly pound her face, chasing the orgasm that you put off. Not knowing precisely what would happen if she were to fall unconscious again, you let up a little, pulling back more on every thrust to give her more time to breathe, until she seems to be mostly back with it. Unfortunately, or fortunately, for her, that's when your cock begins to twitch.
With a roar, you thrust down until her lips wrap around your base. You clench your knees, trapping her face between them, the floor, and your hips as you buck. Per gags again, her breasts bouncing as her chest heaves, and the added stimulation causes you to cum.
Her whole body goes ridged as the first shot of your cum flies down her throat, before she relaxes more than at any other time so far. Her legs flop down, one atop the other, one arm thumps beside her and the other across her chest. Her only movement is to swallow. Swallow. Swallow. You're pent up enough that you cum what feels like a half pint of seed down her throat before your mind clear enough that you can even consider pulling out. By now, Pet's eyes are beginning to roll again, so you pull back until your tip is all that remains. Pet takes a deep breath as you continue to fill her mouth, her cheeks expanding like a lewd hamster until you pull out to shoot the last few drops onto her face.
You collapse back, spent, and only then do you notice that Mercy is no longer by the entrance. She leans down and grabs pet by the hair, pulling her upright roughly – although once she can, she supports most of Pet's weight through a second grip on her arm. As soon as they're both standing, Mercy pulls Pet into a passionate, semen filled kiss.
You can only watch as cum drools out of their mouths, despite both of their efforts to salvage it. After a few seconds of making out, they separate, and both make identical swallowing motions.
You raise an eyebrow at Mercy, who flushes slightly then glares at you. “It's a good source of power. One of the best if I don't want to kill-fuck someone.” She fidgets as you don't say anything. “At least I have a reason, unlike little miss cum slut over there.”
You turn towards Pet, who looks like she's starting to pull herself together somewhat, although still shaking with the aftershocks of orgasm. She turns to Mercy, raises a finger as if to make a point, and lets out a belch and blushing scarlet.
“Oh gods I'm so sorry, that was rude.”
That, of all things, breaks the tension once more, and the three of you prepare to leave, although you are somewhat reluctant to return Amanda's clothing. As a compromise, you keep her panties, and it's her turn to raise an eyebrow at you before she gets dressed, although she's still smiling happily. The smile turns somewhat guilty as you all leave and you remark.
“Feel free to keep the vibrator in as long as you like, just make sure you don't lose it.”
As you're the last to leave the cave, you take a moment to drop Amanda's panties, and then hang them from a protruding roof root. You're not some kind of weirdo who collects used panties after all.
BlackBug
Trivia time!
The first site I hosted this on has a few good stories with smut, and many bad ones. I quite enjoy reading the good ones, and have put more than one down because the main character develops a weird thing for collecting underwear. Is... Is that a thing? You've already got them to have sex with you! Why steal their underwear and spend all day smelling them? That's used pants you're sniffing boy! If you were less weird (Ironic, coming from a guy who writes smut with a dragon in it but still) maybe you'd have more sex!
That was less trivia than a confused rant, I guess, but hopefully someone learnt something!
