15: Post ClarityBlack_PaladynAugust 16
I let out a long sigh that was half wistfulness, half frustration as I watched the door close behind Megan. Before her rapid departure, the sight of her glistening, plump lips and her seeming willingness to take me in her mouth had gotten my cock to half-mast.
Which was a pain as, despite the hefty load I had poured into her hand, I still felt like I could go for another five or ten rounds.
'Who would have thought being an incubus, a creature that needs sex to live, would help me in the bedroom? Infinite stamina, and apparently, my cum tastes better than my cooking...not a bad deal.'
Still feeling blue balled, I hopped into a cold shower to cool myself off and clear my mind so I could think about everything else that had happened tonight. Though before I could get the image of Megan's naked body out of my mind, a window popped up in the corner of my eye.
[You have lost the condition: Minor Depravity]
[You have discovered a kink for: Megan Griffin]
[Alert! You have gained the condition, Minor Clarity. By relieving your pent-up lust and satisfying the needs of another, you have temporarily cleared your mind, granting increased focus and mental acuity.]
[Condition: Minor Clarity]
Duration: 24 Hr or until the end of the Day
Effect(s):
1. The efficacy of Skills increased by 5%
2. The efficacy of Hexes is decreased by 5%
Read over the notifications, I ruefully shook my head, 'I can't believe that getting jerked off is considered optimal for minmaxing my profits.'
Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, I moved on to other pressing issues. Though I made sure to quickly review Megan's profile as well.
[Profile: Megan Griffin]
Status
Affection: 65/100
Lust: 75/100
Bond: Acquaintance
Rank: F
Bio
Personality: Shy, Eager, ???
Kink(s): Cum-Slut
Pact: none
[Kink: Cum-Slut]
Effect: Those who possess this kink experience great pleasure whenever participating in carnal acts that involve their partners' ejaculate.
'Damn, nearly maxed out all of her meters. It won't be long before I can convert her into a thrall. And now that I know Megan's turn on, I can make plans for tomorrow.'
Of course, I couldn't ignore the domino that had started the fortunate series of events.
'That quest was an unexpected but welcome bonus, definitely putting those two points towards my cooking skill, as for the hex point, I don't have a clue. I've barely had to use any Hexes besides the one on Patty earlier, but that was mostly for fun...I'll probably just save it until I need it.'
Carrying out my plan, I opened my system and sank the two skill points into my cooking skill, bringing it up to the third level.
[Skill: Cooking III]
Upgrade Cost: 0/3
Effect(s):
1. +15% to the final quality of all recipes
2. +10% to cooking speed
Taking in the upgrade, I gave a satisfactory nod, 'Another five percent never hurt anybody. Shame that the clarity bonus won't last long enough for tomorrow's service. Though I should still make a killing.'
Turning off the shower, I finished up the rest of my nighttime routine and stepped out of the bathroom, only to frown. Looking at the bare walls, lifeless fake wood flooring, and overall lack of soul, I couldn't help but feel a bit discontent with my living space, 'Maybe I should spruce up the place, seeing as I actually have company coming over.'
Wanting to know how much I had made, I got into bed and lay my head back on my pillow.
[Day 2 Report]
Simlife
Profits: +12,537$
Cost: -10,638$
Modifiers: Fortune I [+5%]
Income: +1,994$
Total: 4,854$
DateLife
Energy Spent: 1
Energy Gained: 0
Tantric Reserves: 4/5
Lust: -15
Total: 5/100
'I'll wait until after tomorrow to spend anything...I should also look into hiring a kitchen staff, they're bound to offer some powerful modifiers.'
That night, I went to bed with a smile on my face, eager for the morning and the day that would follow.
---[Megan's POV]---
I was sure my heart never dropped below 100 beats per minute on my walk home, as my depraved mind kept flooding my body with phantom sensations of Ramon's hands and memories of what he had done. To make it worse, every other minute, I would catch a whiff of his scent. His sweat and other fluids had dried up on my skin, marking me until I managed to take a shower, though part of me wanted to put it off just to keep the scent on me longer.
'Just make sure you don't have anywhere to be afterwards.'
A heavy blush spread across my cheeks as I replayed his parting words to me, 'Does that mean he plans on sleeping with me? Or does he just want me to use my mouth again...maybe I should buy some condoms...but do they even make ones large enough for him?'
Shaking my head, I got control of my emotions as I walked up to the front of my house and unlocked the door.
I almost half expected my mother to be waiting to ambush me, but thankfully was greeted with an empty living room with all the lights turned off.
Breathing out a sigh of relief, I stepped in and closed the door behind me, ready to make my way upstairs when the lights suddenly turned on without warning, nearly blinding me.
"I've been expecting you."
I jumped and turned around to find my father sitting in the corner, "What is it with you and Mom lying in wait to catch me off guard?!"
My dad frowned at me as he leaned forward in his chair, "Well, maybe if you weren't so occupied with your little job all the time, your mother and I wouldn't have to."
"A-all the time? It's been two days!" I exclaimed while rubbing the bridge of my nose in frustration, "But regardless, how can you criticize me for working hard and making money?"
"I can criticize you because Quagmire told me about what happened today!" My dad rebutted as he jabbed a finger at me.
A pit formed in my stomach, and my feet went cold as I swallowed hard, "He told you what happened?"
"Yes!" My dad roared, "How could you let your boss kick out a family friend over a little misunderstanding?"
I paused for a moment in pure disbelief, then my nervousness turned into anger, "A-A misunderstanding? That perv tried to feel me up, and would have if it wasn't for Ramon!"
"Oh, don't be ridiculous, Meg, Quagmire isn't that much of a perv," My father muttered with a roll of his eyes.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!" I screamed, not knowing if I wanted to cry or wrap my hands around my father's fat neck and wring the life from him.
"Peter, Meg? What's going on? Why are both of you screaming when it's so late?"
I looked over as my mother walked down the stairs into the living room, yawning and rubbing her eyes with a nightrobe wrapped around her, "Blame dad, he's mad at me because Quagmire was thrown out of the restaurant I worked at!"
"He wasn't just thrown out, he was humiliated in front of the whole restaurant and his date, who wouldn't give him the time of day afterwards!"
"Good! I probably saved her from getting roofied or something!"
"Both of you, enough!" My mother spoke up with a frustrated sigh, "Meg just apologize to Quagmire, and that will be the end of it."
My eyes widened in disbelief as I stared at my mother, "Apologize! That creep tried to molest me, and you want ME to apologize!?"
"An apology isn't enough! Meg, as of right now, you no longer work at that restaurant!" My father decreed as he crossed his arms and tried to puff out his chest to make himself look more authoritative.
I rolled my eyes with a sharp bark of laughter, "Sorry, but since you actually can't fire me, I think I still do."
"I mean it, Meg, if I catch you anywhere near that restaurant, you're going to regret it!" My father insisted as he turned red in the face, but I only scoffed and glanced at my mother, "Are you really just gonna sit there and let him talk like this?"
My mother let out a tired sigh like she was the one being bombarded and interrogated, "Peter, she's not quitting her job. Besides knowing Quagmire, he probably did deserve it to some extent."
My father grumbled, still clearly upset, but didn't press the issue any further. I let out a relieved sigh, "Thank you, now can I please just go upstairs and turn in for the night?"
No one replied, but I took their silence as approval, so I made my way upstairs, happy to distance myself. However, as I passed by my mother, I watched her entire body stiffen, and her eyes went wide as she turned and grabbed my arm, "W-what is that?"
"Can I please just go to bed?" I muttered, too tired to put up with her antics any longer.
"Not until you tell me what that smell is?" My mother insisted, her nose twitching as she sniffed the air.
For a moment, I had no idea what she was talking about before my eyes widened in realization, 'I-it can't be that, can it?'
Glancing at my mother's face, I took in her alert, wide eyes, her accelerated breath, and the slight flush slowly spreading across her cheeks, 'Oh my god, it is...and she's getting off on it?'
"She doesn't smell like anything, Lois," My father grumbled, eager to argue with anyone who would entertain him.
After a moment and a few more sniffs, my mother thankfully let go of my arm, "Well...make sure you take a shower before you go to bed."
I stared at her before turning around and leaving without another word, but internally my mind was racing, and I couldn't help but smile, as I found a way to potentially get back at my mother and my father at the same time, 'I wonder if Ramon likes redheads.'
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16: Running Errands (I)*Black_PaladynAugust 16
Normally, I would spend my time before service in the kitchen doing prep, but today I had to take care of a few things I had been putting off. The most pressing of which was getting a phone; I hadn't needed it so far, but that was bound to change at some point. So, eight hundred dollars for the phone itself and another 50 dollars added to my monthly maintenance for the plan, I had a working phone.
It almost physically pained me to see my available funds dip below my maintenance bill, but after a few deep breaths, I managed, 'When did I become such a frugal miser? If I keep it up, I might get visited by three ghosts on the night of Christmas Eve.'
Thinking about money had me itching to get back to the restaurant to prep, but I had one more errand to run before I could return. Using my phone, I managed to pull up a map of the town and find the store I needed in record time.
A short five-minute walk later, and I was standing in front of a convenience store with the most unfortunate name I had ever seen, 'Ralphed? Really?'
Naming theme aside, I made my way into the store and, after scanning the signs at the front of the aisles, I managed to find the one I was looking for. Making my way down the family planning aisle, I walked past the diapers, bottles, wipes, and after morning pills before finally setting my eyes on the seemingly endless variations of condoms that came in every shape and color.
For a moment, my hand automatically drifted towards the tried a true brand of my previous life before I paused and remembered that they wouldn't do the job anymore. I couldn't suppress a cocky grin as I went back to searching the shelves, only for my smile to slowly slip from my face as I moved closer and closer to the end.
And when I reached it, my smile had turned into a full-on frown, 'You got to be kidding me... they don't have my size?'
Letting out a sigh, I considered just calling it a day right there and then, before I glanced at the request aid button at the very end of the aisle and sighed, "Well, this is going to be an awkward conversation."
Pressing the button, I stepped back as it let out a soft chime, and a second later, an automated announcement came over the loudspeakers, "Store Clerk to aisle 1."
I waited, and after a minute, I wondered if anyone would bother showing up before I heard a loud, exaggerated sigh from around the corner, "I swear if it's another deadbeat dad who's gonna ask me which formula is better, I'm going to scream. Like how the fuck would I know, do I look like I have a kid?"
I looked over just in time to catch the exasperated clerk walk around the corner, muttering to herself with her eyes glued to her phone. She then glanced up at me with a bored, irritated look on her face as if I was responsible for everything wrong in her life, "Well, I'm here?"
This time, I was only mildly surprised and a bit frustrated that I found her incredibly attractive. The clerk wore her red hair back in a tight ponytail that just barely brushed the nape of her neck. As for her body, she was on the thinner side, though her chest was still more than a handful, and her hips were wider than I would expect for someone with her build.
Ignoring her appearance, I was tempted for a second to call the clerk out on her attitude, but I just decided to ignore it as I coughed into my hand, "Yeah, I was just wondering if you had any...larger condoms?"
The clerk raised an eyebrow and looked me up and down, before letting out a derisive snort, "Really? Don't you have a life to live or something?"
"I'm sorry?" I replied, confused at what I could have possibly said to piss the girl off, "I just asked if you have bigger-"
"Yeah, I heard you the first time," The clerk interrupted with a roll of her eyes, "I also know that there's no way that you're that big down there, it's like impossible. You probably got a little shrimp dick and just want an ego boost by having me go into the back and pull out the extra-large condoms."
"First of all, it's not impossible; second of all, it's not an ego trip. I just need a larger size, that's all there is to it," I answered, trying to sound as reasonable as possible.
However, as the clerk crossed her arms and raised her eyebrow at me, it was evident she wasn't buying my story. Letting out a frustrated sigh, I reached up and pinched the bridge of my nose, "Look, what is it going to take to get what I need?"
The clerk stared at me for a moment as she chewed her lip before she shrugged, "Alright then, come with me."
"What?"
Instead of answering me, the clerk grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards the back of the store, "Hey, where the hell are you taking me?"
"Relax, guy, you're like twice my size," The clerk muttered with an eye roll as she stopped in front of a door with a number pad that she quickly typed a code into. A second later, the door opened, revealing a small storage closet. "Come on!"
With another sharp tug, the clerk pulled me into the closet before quickly closing the door and putting herself between me and it. "Okay, what the hell is going on?"
The clerk grinned as she stared up at me like a fox who had caught the canary, "Well, you asked what it was going to take to get the condoms you want, right?"
I crossed my arms, "Yes, but I don't see how a storage closet is going to-"
"Well, I assume you didn't want to be seen on camera whipping out your dick," The clerk muttered, leaving me at a loss for words, "W-why would I ever?"
"Look, the easiest way to prove that you actually need the larger size is if I can confirm with my own two eyes," The clerk answered with a shrug as if her hands were tied, "So hurry up, I don't have all day."
"You think I'm just gonna expose myself to a complete stranger?" I asked, completely miffed, unable to believe the situation I found myself in.
The clerk rolled her eyes, "Ugh, fine, my name is Summer, nice to meet you. There we're not strangers anymore, now stop wasting my time."
"That doesn't-" I cut myself off, realizing that this was taking far longer than it needed to, 'Fuck it.'
Reaching down, I unbuttoned my pants before grabbing them and my underwear and pulling them down, "There, are you happy now?"
I watched Summer's eyes grow wide as saucers as she stared between my legs, "Holy shit...you weren't lying."
"Of course I wasn't," I growled as I went to pull up my pants, "Now, go get my condoms and I'll be on my way."
"Ah, not so fast there!" Summer exclaimed, holding up a hand even though her eyes were still fixated on my crotch, "I need to see it hard."
"Are you really that desperate for dick?" I swore, "And I hate to break it to you, but I just can't get hard when I want?"
Summer clicked her tongue, but instead of arguing with me, she grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling the fabric up past her breast, which sprang free with an enticing bounce, "There, happy now, perv?"
"Says the hypocrite of the fucking century," I muttered angrily while glancing at Summer's chest, which I had to admit was quite nice and perky, with enough to fondle and feel, "Also, you really think a pair of tits is enough to get me excited?"
"Ugh," Summer groaned, but instead of just letting the subject drop, she turned around and dropped her pants instead, revealing a pair of purple lace panties stretched over her surprisingly fat and round ass. I was so distracted by the view that I didn't notice how close she got until her ass was pressed against my crotch, "W-woah, what the fuck are you doing?"
"Uh, getting you hard, duh?" She replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world while glancing over her shoulder to stare at me, "Now just shut up and enjoy it."
Before I could respond, Summer reached back and grabbed my cock, sandwiching it between her two soft cheeks before she started to twerk using her ass to jerk me off.
I let out a surprised grunt, caught off guard by the move, which felt better than it had any right to as Summer clenched her ass, turning her cheeks into a vice around my cock, 'Damnit!'
Part of me wanted to be prideful and push Summer away, but I couldn't ignore my base nature, and with a grunt, I reached out and grabbed Summer's hips, holding her steady as I started to thrust my hips.
Summer let a triumphant laugh as she arched her back, pushing out her ass, "There you go, I was starting to wonder if you like guys or something."
Hearing her cocky voice flipped a dark switch inside of me, 'It's time to show this bitch who's in charge.'
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17: Running Errands (II)*Black_PaladynAugust 16
My right hand clamped down on Summer's waist hard enough that it would leave a bruise, while my left hand reached up and pulled back on her hair, forcing Summer's back to arch even more.
"H-hey ow! What are you doing, you jerk!?" Summer cursed as she tried to turn around to yell at me.
Not having any of it, I snarled and slapped Summer across the ass hard, leaving behind a bright red mark and making her let out a startled yelp of pain, "Keep your fucking voice down, you damn brat. It's about time someone taught you some fucking manners."
"Y-you fucking asshole!" Summer swore again, and she was rewarded with another slap and another red mark on her ass, "Keep it up and I'm gonna tan your ass like rawhide, though maybe that's what you want? You like it when I spank you? You like getting treated like the annoying bitch you are?"
"S-shut the fuck up!" Summer growled as she tried to reach back and claw at me, but I just pulled on her hair, forcing her back to arch even more and focus on staying upright, "Stubborn has a fucking donkey, though maybe I should call you an ass."
I laughed at my own joke and punctuated it with another slap, this time on Summer's other cheek to even out color difference, "By the time I'm done with you, you're not gonna sit right for a week."
Summer looked back and glared at me with slightly misty eyes from the pain, but I could tell by the way she was biting her lower lip and the heavy flush spread across her cheeks that she was enjoying this as much as I was.
Deciding to change things up, I pulled my cock from between Summer's ass, and for a brief moment, I caught a flash of disappointment in her eyes.
A look that vanished when I slid my dick in between Summer's thighs, brushing against her panties where I could feel the heat of her pussy through the delicate, silken fabric.
"W-woah, what are you doing!?" Summer hissed, though she wasn't shouting anymore.
"What? I did this for you, you know," I muttered as I tried to rub my cock against the front of Summer's panties, only for her tights to suddenly clamp down on my shaft, stopping me cold.
A frown marred my face as I pulled on Summer's hair, forcing her to stand upright so I could whisper into her ear, "You really wanna fuck with me right now?"
Summer struggled against me and I could feel her racing heartbeat, but instead of giving in, a challenging smile spread across her lips, "You don't scare me, besides you hit like a little bitch."
Instead of feeling angry, I grinned, knowing now beyond a doubt that Summer is getting off on our little game as much as I was.
With a rough shove, I forced Summer to bend over again, leaving her ass wide open and defenseless, "Just remember you asked for this, bitch!"
--[Summer POV]--
I swallowed another moan as the random man I had dragged into a storage closet spanked me over and over again with his dinner plate-sized hand, 'Best...fucking decision...of my life!'
I had never expected things to go this way as I started out thinking that he had to be some asshole who was pissed he had gotten cursed with a limp noodle below the waist and decided to make it everyone else's problem.
I never considered that he might have been telling the truth until he pulled down his pants and revealed the fucking hog between his legs. While I wasn't a size queen, I had always wanted to see what it was like to sleep with a guy who was...above average. Needless to say, I had hit the fucking jackpot.
So I kept teasing him with my body and taunting him with my words, pushing him further and further towards the breaking point until he snapped.
Was it a bit dangerous leaving myself so vulnerable in a locked room with a complete stranger? Yes. But the payoff was so worth it.
I half expected him to just rip my panties off and go balls deep inside of me, fucking me raw as revenge for giving him shit about the condoms he wanted. Instead, he did something that was arguably better.
My ass was on fire, and covered in pins and needles, but something about the pain threatened to turn me into a dripping mess despite my best efforts.
Whenever he smacked me, my breath caught, and my vision went white with pleasure. It took all the strength I had not to break out into joyful tears and moan like the masochistic slut I was, 'This has no fucking right to feel this good.'
"Now, are you gonna cooperate or do you need another lesson?" The man growled from behind me as he pulled on my hair and clamped his hand down on my waist hard enough that I knew it was going to bruise.
For a moment, I was tempted to talk back, but since I had to work tomorrow, I unclenched my legs, biting my lip as I felt the man's rock-hard dick press against my pussy, the thin fabric of my panties barely doing anything to numb the intensity of the contact.
I looked back over my shoulder, staring at the man's V-line, up his shredded abs and boulder-like chest to his sadistic grin as he felt me submit, "Hm, good girl."
I let out a soft grunt as his grip on my hair tightened, though he didn't pull; instead, he just saw to remind me again who was in control as he started to thrust his cock back and forth, using the inside of my thighs and my barely protected pussy to get himself off.
'God, this is so fucking hot.'
He started off slow, so slow it was almost agonizing as he pulled nearly all the way back so just the bulbous head of his dick pressed against my panties before slowly pushing forward, never breaking contact, so I could feel every last inch.
Compared to the intense punishment he had levied against my backside, it was almost nothing. But the comparison is what made it so good, as the sharp stinging pain that made my heart race, melded with the slow tingling caress that made my legs tremble and my breath hitch.
It wasn't until a few minutes had passed that I realized that gentle grazing was another form of punishment. The front of my panties was completely drenched, and I could feel a small stream trailing down my leg. My body was excited, preparing for what should have been the natural conclusion of the man's teasing, but his movements didn't change, nor did the intensity, leaving me perpetually on edge.
A few times, I tried to squeeze my legs together to increase the pressure, but every time he would stop and tighten his grip on my hair until I eventually shed a tear and let go, letting him resume his sinful teasing.
I don't know how long I let him edge me, but when the last shred of my willpower and pride crumbled away, my vision was blurry with unshed tears, and a small puddle had started to form between my legs, "I-I wanna cum!"
"What was that?"
I suppressed a snarl as I heard the man smirk, but he silenced the snarky reply on the tip of my tongue as he pressed the head of his cock against my panties with enough force to part my lower lips.
My legs shook like leaves in the wind, and it took every last shred of strength not to moan and whimper, "I-I said that I wanna cum."
"What's the magic word?"
I growled, but once more he declawed me effortlessly, and this time I bit my tongue hard enough to draw blood as I forced the words out of my mouth, "P-please."
"See, there you go. Was that so hard?"
"Don't get cocky, you son of a-"
Before I could complete my rebuttal, I was suddenly pulled back so fast my vision blurred. I didn't know where I was until my back came to rest against a large and warm torso while two rugged hands roamed across my body.
My chest heaved as one hand closed around my neck and clenched, not tight enough to choke me, but I quickly felt myself growing lightheaded, my eyelids fluttered as I threatened to pass out from the overwhelming sensations. But I was shocked right back awake as I felt his other hand dive into my panties, and before I knew it, two fingers teased my dripping entrance before sliding inside.
All the strength left my body as the two fingers curled, pressing against the roof of the inner walls and finding the spot directly behind my clit. My mouth formed an O as I came harder than I had ever before, and my hips started to buck like a wild animal.
Through the fog of pleasure clouding my mind, I heard the man behind me grunt and felt his cock start to throb in between my legs, and I looked down in disbelief as he started to cum, practically hosing down the floor with his spunk. 'I guess that's why he needs the condoms.'
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18: Shouting Match Black_PaladynAugust 18
"Here."
I looked up as Summer placed the box of condoms on the counter, her voice flat and impassive as if I hadn't just made her climax before ejaculating in between her legs, "About damn time."
"I could have been quicker if someone hadn't made such a mess for me to clean up," Summer muttered angrily as she stepped behind the cash register and rang me up, "Ten bucks."
"Well, if that someone weren't dragged into a storage closet, maybe there wouldn't have been a mess in the first place," I replied sarcastically as I slapped a ten-dollar bill onto the counter.
"Hmm," Summer grunted with a roll of her eyes as she snatched up the bill, "You can't act like you didn't enjoy it when you let out that much. Honestly, it's kinda sad considering the fact that I only use my thighs. Seriously, just how pent up were you?"
I smirked and crossed my arms, "Pent up? Why do you think I'm buying condoms? I could let those out all night and day."
"Yeah, right," Summer scoffed.
Leaning over the counter, I got right in Summer's face before moving my lips so they were right next to her ear, "Are you really that eager to get proven wrong...again?"
Summer tried to put on a strong front, but I watched her jaw clench as a faint blush spread across her cheeks, "J-just take your condoms and get out of here!"
I grinned at the small victory before standing up and grabbing my purchased item, "Fine, just know that ice goes a long way."
I punctuated my advice as I glanced down at Summer's ass before turning around and making my way out of the store. Though before I could cross over the threshold, Summer called out, "Wait!"
I paused and turned to find Summer quickly walking over to me with a slip of paper clenched in her hand, "What?"
"Your receipt," Summer muttered and offered me the folded-up piece of paper. Looking up from her hand to her eyes that refused to meet mine, I raised an eyebrow, "That desperate to talk to me again?"
"Just fucking take the piece of paper!" Summer growled, waving it in front of me.
"Alright, no need to be a pain in the ass about it," I muttered with a smirk as Summer glared at me, "Sorry, poor choice of words."
Summer flipped me off before turning around and storming away, and for a final time, I appreciated how well her ass filled out her tight yoga pants.
I walked out of the store with a cocky smirk across my lips, though it didn't last long as I checked the time on my phone and cursed, 'Shit, I'm gonna have to rush through prep.'
Shoving my phone back in my pocket, I went to throw out my receipt, but then paused and unfolded the piece of paper. Written hastily in pen was a nine-digit number with the words 'call me' written beneath. My smirk returned for a moment as I pulled out my phone once more and took a picture of the receipt, 'I guess that's one way to get a girl's number.'
--[Megan's POV]--
I sighed as I stared at my reflection in the mirror, 'It's not great, but it's the best I could do on such short notice.'
Turning around, I glanced over my shoulder, "I mean, if everything goes well, I shouldn't be wearing them for long."
Turning back around, I reached up and grabbed my breasts, adjusting how that sat in the snow white bra, which was painfully boring but not outrageously ugly. I also wore a pair of pure white panties that were a bit more on the revealing side, almost disappearing into my hips and the crack of my ass.
Knowing that this was as good as it was going to get, I hastily put on the rest of my clothes, including my tightest pair of jeans and a low-cut blouse. Pulling on the fabric a bit, I grinned, seeing that the tops of my breasts were on full display with the tops appearing nice and rounded, and when I leaned over and stood back up, they bounced like balloons, threatening to spill out of my top at the drop of my hat, 'Perfect.'
Doing my makeup next, I kept things light and natural, powdering my cheeks with a faint blush, a hit of eyeshadow, and a matte lip gloss. All of which went into my purse afterwards, just in case I needed to reapply after service.
With one final check, I felt my confidence and nervousness climb to new levels, but running short on time, I quickly made my way out of my room, "And where are you going all dressed up?"
'GOD DAMNNIT!' I swore in my mind as I turned around to find my mother standing in the hallway, taking in my appearance, her disapproval oozing out in waves. Taking in a deep, steadying breath, I gathered myself before responding, "To work, like I have been for the last two days. Now I need to get going or I'm going to be late."
I tried to take a step forward, but my mother didn't move, and she let out a sigh, "Why are you doing this, Meg?"
"Uh, to make money?" I replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world, because it was. Though my mother clearly didn't share my love of common sense as she glared at me and crossed her arms, "I'm talking about why you're going out of your way to cause so much drama?"
"What drama?!" I exclaimed, already feeling a migraine coming on, "All I'm trying to do is go to work and live my life, like everybody else, and for some reason that seems to be a really big problem with you and dad."
"It's a problem because we're your parents, and it's our job to be concerned for your safety and well-being," My mom insisted, and I could help but roll my eyes with a groan, "And just how exactly does working at a restaurant affect my wellbeing and safety in anyway that causes you concern!"
"Well, I talked to your father about the incident yesterday, and he said that Quagmire told him that your boss was extremely aggressive and grabbed him!"
"Ramon grabbed Mr. Quagmire's arm to stop him from molesting me!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, "Why don't you believe me!?"
"Don't raise your voice at me, young lady!" My mom shouted back, her voice like a whip, "And I do believe you, but don't think I didn't notice how late you came home last night, and now you're dressing up like this!"
"Like what?" I asked as I crossed my arms underneath my chest, pushing my breasts out even more.
My mother glared at me, "You're really gonna make me say it?"
"Say what, Mom? What am I dressed like?" I asked again with a shrug.
"Like a fucking slut! That's what you're dressed like, Meg!"
I froze for a moment before indignation replaced any feeling of shame or guilt, "And, what about it? I can dress how I want!"
"And this is how you want to present yourself to people?!" My mother asked in disbelief, "No one likes a girl who puts it all out there."
"Hm, that's what you think," I shot back with a small grin.
My mother's eyes widened in shock, and she clutched at her nonexistent pearls, "S-so I was right! You are sleeping with him!"
"No, we haven't done it yet," I corrected, "But I'm hoping to change that tonight. So far, we've only jerked each other off."
"Megan Griffin, that is enough! I am your mother, and I don't need to hear about any of this!"
I scoffed, "Well, you were the one who asked, I just assumed you wanted me to tell the truth!"
My mother shook her head, "I don't even know what to do with you anymore, Meg."
"Oh my god, what's the big deal, I'm twenty years old for fuck's sake!" I swore in utter disbelief.
"Watch your language! And it's a very big deal, because you've just met this guy and he's already shown how possessive and quick to anger he is!" My mother snapped, and I felt my frustration shoot through the roof, "Because Mr. Quagmire was trying to molest me! How many times do I have to say it? Would you rather that he had done nothing and just sat there and let it happen!?"
"Of course not, Meg, I'm your mother!"
"You know you keep saying that, but you're sure as shit not acting like it!" I muttered angrily before I grabbed my purse and stormed past my mother, nearly knocking her over, "H-hey!"
Pounding down the stairs, I didn't bother looking back as I heard my mother chase after me, "Meg, Meg! Don't you dare walk out that door!"
Instead of answering, I flipped my mother off over my shoulder as I grabbed the door and flung it open, "One more step, young lady, and you are in a world of trouble!"
I didn't pause for a second as I stepped outside and slammed the door behind me
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Chapter 19 Black_PaladynAugust 19
--[Lois Griffin]--
I let out a frustrated sigh as I stared at the door my daughter had just slammed shut in my face, "Damnit, Meg."
Part of me was tempted to run after Meg and stop her from making the biggest mistake of her life, "I thought I did a better job raising her, I mean, jumping into bed with some guy she just met. And it's her boss, no less, I bet that he fires her right after sealing the deal!"
Muttering angrily to myself, I stormed into the kitchen in full Mother Goose mode. Grabbing the house phone, I ripped it off the stand and quickly dialed Peter's number, tapping my foot impatiently as it rang, 'Damnit Peter, get off your fat ass and answer!'
After nearly a full minute, the call was picked up, and I heard the familiar strained breath through the phone, "Hello?"
"Finally," I exclaimed, nearly throwing my hands up into the air, "What the hell took you so long?"
"Lois? It's the middle of the work day, and I had to step away from my desk. Why are you calling me in a panic?"
"I'm calling you because our daughter just screamed that she plans on sleeping with her boss before she stormed out the door!" I shouted, wanting nothing more than to grab my stupid husband through the phone and shake him like a paper weight.
"What?! She said that, and you just let her leave?!" Peter shouted.
"I didn't let her do anything," I snarled, "Don't blame this on me, you were the one who got her all defensive yesterday when you ambushed her!"
"I-I w-wasn't blaming you, I was just trying to clarify what happened," Peter replied, taking back his previous attitude.
I rolled my eyes and tapped my foot impatiently. "Well, now you know what happened, so what are you gonna do about it?"
"Do about it? I can't just leave work in the middle of the day, Lois." Peter answered lamely.
"Oh really, our daughter is in trouble, and this is the one time you just happen to take your job seriously? Unbelievable." I muttered as I put a hand on my hip, wishing I had a visible target to focus my ire on.
Peter huffed, "Oh, so now I don't take my job seriously? I wasn't aware that you were bringing home a paycheck every month, Lois."
"With how many times I've had to ask my father for money, I might as well be," I shot back before slamming the phone back down on the stand and ending the call before Peter could respond.
For a moment, I just stood there with my hand on the phone, my own words echoing in my head, "Fuck."
--[Ramon's POV]--
My knife paused against the cutting board as I heard the kitchen door swing open, and I looked over to see Patty standing in the doorway. "H-hey there."
"Hi," Patty replied with a nervous smile as she stepped into the kitchen, "Uh, is Meg here yet?"
"No, not yet, seems like she's running late today," I muttered as I turned back to my cutting board and the heads of lettuce that needed to be chopped up. "I would help you with the setup, but I'm actually running a bit behind myself. Had to do some errands this morning. Speaking of..."
I trailed off as I quickly reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. Putting the device on the countertop next to me, I gestured at it with my chin, "If you could put your number in there, that would be great."
"Y-you want my number?" Patty repeated as she stared at my phone with suspicion, "Just for work purposes, right?"
"Do you only want it to be for work purposes?" I deflected answering with a question of my own as a teasing grin flitted across my lips, "I already told you I was a greedy man, Patty. If that's going to be a problem, I suggest you find work somewhere else or tell me right this instant that you have absolutely no intention of pursuing something more than an employer-employee relationship."
"I-I'm not pursuing anything," Patty insisted, and I didn't even need to look at her to know she was biting her lip and casting nervous glances around the room, "B-besides I-I think you and Meg are far more compatible so entertaining the illusion that there is any romantic possibility between us would only harm the budding-"
"You know you really ought to be more selfish, Patty," I interrupted with a click of my tongue, "While I admire your logic and thoughtfulness, you're missing out on so much."
Patty's breath hitched, and she swallowed hard, "M-missing out?"
"Yesterday, for instance, if you were just a little bit more selfish," I paused before turning to glance at Patty from over my shoulder, "You could have been the one that ended up in my bed instead of Megan, or even better, you could have joined us."
Patty's face went bright red, nearly rivaling the shade of her hair, "Y-you two slept together?
"No, I'm afraid not," I muttered regretfully with an audible sigh, before I grinned, "But hopefully that changes tonight."
I could practically see the steam rising from the top of Patty's head as her brain overheated with logic and desire conflicting in equal measure. "Patty, everything alright?"
Blinking Patty came around and quickly nodded, "Y-yeah, I-I just need to..."
Instead of completing her sentence, Patty ran from the kitchen, disappearing through the door in the blink of an eye. Laughing at her antics, I went back to chopping lettuce with a smirk across my lips, 'Maybe I'm more of a sadist than I thought, if only she didn't make it so easy.'
--[Megan's POV]--
I was still fuming by the time I got to the restaurant, but I had never been more sure of anything in my life. By the end of the day, I was going to sleep with Ramon, 'I finally started to feel confident in myself, and I get slut shamed by my damn mother. She's probably the reason why I've never been able to get a boy's attention my entire life! She's so fucking unhappy with her own marriage that she can't stand to see me be with a guy that actually treats me right.'
In my fury, I threw open the front door, startling Patty, whose arms were piled up with silverware wrapped in napkins, "Oh Meg, it's you!"
I opened my mouth to reply, only to pause as I noticed the blush across her cheeks and how she refused to look at me for more than a second, "Yeah, sorry I'm late, my mom was being...her usual self. But what's going on with you?"
"M-me?!" Patty squeaked, "N-nothing, nothing's wrong, everything is fine!"
Even though I blind man, I could see that Patty was lying. I had known her long enough to know that pressing her for answers wouldn't result in much, 'Her own guilt will do that for me.'
"Alright then," I muttered in response, "Is Ramon in the kitchen?"
Patty nodded like a bobblehead, "Yes, he's in the kitchen and I am here, we're both in two separate rooms!"
I narrowed my eyes but didn't comment on the weird response, "Good to know."
I pretended not to hear Patty's sigh of relief as I moved past her and into the kitchen. Stepping into the room, my heart was already speeding up in anticipation before I even saw him, and it only got worse when I did.
As if he had some sixth sense, Ramon paused and turned around, smiling when his eyes met mine, but only for a moment. His eyes then dipped and dragged down my body, pausing on my chest, hips, and thighs. There was a hunger in his gaze, a desire, and in that moment, I didn't care if he only wanted me for my body and nothing else; it felt so good to be looked at with something other than disgust or disappointment.
"Well, look who finally decided to show up," Ramon smirked as he stared at me, "Don't tell me you were that tired from last night?"
Instead of replying to his banter, I strode up to Ramon, making sure my hips were swaying side to side, pulling his gaze down and entrancing him with their rhythmic pattern. Then, when I was close enough, I pounced, throwing myself at him and wrapping my arms around his neck while pressing my lips against his.
For a moment, my feet left the ground, but before I could fall back down, Ramon's muscular arms wrapped around my body, holding me against him while his hands reached down to grab my ass.
My lips were already open for his tongue, knowing that his intensity wouldn't let him leave my mouth unexplored. But this time I met him halfway, showing him I was willing and wanting, anything he wanted from me, he could have.
However, after a second, I suddenly pulled away from the kiss and pushed away from Ramon, making him drop me to the floor.
"What's wrong?" He asked, his voice confused as he searched my eyes for some type of answer to my sudden refusal.
Looking him up and down, I grinned, "That was just a taste...you can get the real thing later tonight."
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20: Back Alley BrawlBlack_PaladynAugust 21
--[Ramon]--
Dinner service that night was hard, a description that took on multiple meanings. Not only had my overall bonuses reached an all-time high, but missing out on the hour or two of prep meant I was constantly juggling seven different tasks at once, from flipping steaks, peeling potatoes, plating dishes, and more. It was a tough battle, even with the Minor Clarity bonus I received after my romping session with summer. Thought after investigating, I realized that the five percent efficacy bonus wasn't a flat addition but rather a percentage based on the existing modifier. For most of my skills, that was less than half of a percentage point, which was hardly a noticeable difference in the real world.
However, one noticeable change was hard to ignore, and while it didn't help me in the moment, the near future looked very rewarding.
Upgrading my Cooking Skill to level 3 had granted me yet another year towards mastery, and with it a slew of ideas for new dishes, using more expensive ingredients and more culinary advanced techniques, resulting in even more expensive dishes and recipes. I had never been more motivated, envisioning my profit margins widening by another two or three percentage points, and I doubted whether anything could possibly top the motivating power of hard, cold cash.
But about halfway through the service, I was proven how misguided my earlier assumption had been.
Perhaps I should have taken her early display of overwhelming affection and desire as a warning, but I doubted that anything could have prepared me for the endless barrage of teasing and flirting that Megan sent my way.
Every time she entered the kitchen to take an order or clean dishes, Megan would torment me, dropping a piece of silverware and making sure I looked over as she bent down to pick it up, brushing my arm as she accepted a platter of food, or making her chest bounce inticingly which was on full display with the low cut blouse that barely managed to conceal her massive bosom.
As I endured the assault on my sanity, I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to cause such a major change in her demeanor. Megan had been shy and timid just the day before, but now she was moving like a huntress that had locked eyes on her favorite prey and had no intention of going hungry. And I couldn't have been a bigger fan, because by the time I plated the last order, I was rearing to go and could barely keep my mind clear of lewd depraved thoughts for more than a minute. And it seemed like Megan was suffering from the same affliction as well as she was practically vibrating as she walked into the kitchen, "I just saw Patty out the door, and everything is taken care of in the front of the restaurant. How much longer are you gonna be?"
I stood up from the heart, having just finished putting out the last of the embers, "Nothing's holding me up."
"Then why are we wasting time? Let's go upstairs, already!" Megan insisted as she walked over and grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the back door.
"Relax, I'm not gonna run off," I laughed as I pulled Megan back and wrapped my hand around her waist, "Especially after you've been teasing me all night. I never would have thought you to be such a minx."
Megan blushed and reached up to twirl a strand of her hair, "S-sorry, if it was too much, I thought..."
I cut Megan off with a squeeze as my hand trailed from her waist to her ass, with my fingers digging into the crack of her jeans, "Don't apologize, I liked this confident version of you. Honestly, I think you could pull off the seductress act really well."
"M-me a seductress?" Megan asked doubtfully, "You really think I have that much raw sex appeal?"
"Today you did, and you know why?" I asked.
Megan paused before a small grin appeared across her lips, "Because I was confident?"
I grinned as well, "Exactly, I want to see more of confident Megan, and I think I know exactly what you need. Is there a mall or shopping outlet in town?"
"Yeah, there's a mall...why do you ask?"
"Because I think a change of wardrobe would really help your self-esteem. I mean, I think you would look amazing wearing anything and nothing, but I can tell you want to change. So, how about I take you clothes shopping this weekend?" I replied and watched as Megan's cheeks flushed at my shameless flirting, but her grin turned into a genuine smile, "T-that sounds really nice, but you don't have to spend money on me, you already write my paycheck."
"How about this," I countered with a smile, "I'll pay for your clothes, and in return, I get to pick out a few... nighttime pieces that you can wear just for me."
Megan blushed and started to fidget, but nodded nonetheless, "O-okay, it's a deal then."
"Great, now how about we go upstairs and get busy," I whispered in a husky voice while wiggling my eyebrows, making Megan laugh and shove me playfully, "F-fine, just as long as you promise never to do that again."
"Deal," I replied in a heartbeat before pressing a quick kiss against Megan's cheek, making her blush.
A second later, we stumbled out into the alley behind the Grillhouse, barely able to keep our hands off of each other. I almost wondered if we were gonna make it back to my apartment before we tore each other's clothes off, when all of a sudden, two blinding headlights shone down the alley, making me and Megan freeze on the spot.
"What the hell!"
Holding up my hand in front of my eyes, I tried to peer through the blinding wall of light as I stepped in front of Megan, "R-ramon, what's going on?"
"I have no idea, but I tend to find out," I muttered before taking a step forward, "You know it's kinda rude to set up an ambush so late at night."
For a moment, my comment went unanswered, but then the headlights shut off, and I watched as four men got out of the car. My gaze narrowed as I realized one of them was the perv I had thrown out last night. The other three I had never seen before, one of them was an overweight middle-aged man wearing green pants and a white shirt, another was in a wheelchair with a large chin, and the third was a black guy with a mustache that I couldn't help but be impressed by.
I opened my mouth to address the crew, but before I could, Megan called out from behind me, "Dad?! What the hell are you doing here?!"
"I'm here to take you home, Meg, before you do something you regret," The fat man replied as he stepped forward, glaring at Megan, "Now get over here and in the car, we can talk about this nonsense when we get home."
"I'm not going anywhere with you!" Megan insisted as she glared at her father.
"Meg, this is not up for discussion!" Her father growled, his cheeks wobbling with his irritated tone.
"I'm twenty years old Dad, I don't have to go anywhere with you if I don't want to." Megan shouted back, "Stop trying to control my life."
"This isn't about control, it's about protecting you from making horrible decisions!"
"That's like half of what life is!!" Megan protested, throwing up her hands before she turned to me, "Come on Ramon, we don't need to sit around and listen to them."
"You're not going anywhere with him!" Her dad roared before he turned his attention to me, "You keep your filthy hand off of my daughter, you hear me!?"
"Don't you talk to him like that!" Megan insisted as she went to take a step forward, only for me to hold her back, "Sorry, Sir, but it seems like Megan has made her intent clear. She doesn't want to go with you. And that isn't going to change unless you want to try dragging her away kicking and screaming."
"Hey you stay out of this!"
"See, the problem with that is, since Megan is a legal adult, that would be kidnapping. Also, if you were to try, you fine gentlemen would have to go through me."
"See what did I tell you, Peter? He's a fucking prick that needs his ass kicked!" The pervert shouted as he jabbed a finger at me.
"Actually, Quagmire, I don't think I've ever agreed with you more," Peter muttered as he started to roll up his sleeves.
"Dad what the hell are you doing?!" Megan shouted, her eyes wide in disbelief.
"Teaching this punk a lesson!" Peter growled as he started to walk towards me his hands balling into fist, "This will teach you to keep your hands off another man's daughter!"
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21: Back Alley Brawl (II)Black_PaladynAugust 22
Needless to say, as a guy who had lived his last life on the straight and narrow, my fighting experience was nonexistent. But as I watched Peter storm towards me with his friend close behind, I felt not an ounce of fear or trepidation. Not because I was confident in beating them, but the primal surge of adrenaline that coursed through my veins ensured that I would put my life on the line to tear them all limb from limb.
For a moment, I struggled to place where the source of the nearly uncontrollable rage came from, but then I realized my anger had flared when Peter threatened to separate me and Megan. Which was the equivalent of trying to take a starving lion's meal and his pride at the same time.
Fortunately, while the rage was nearly overwhelming, I managed to retain so higher level of rationality and thinking. So when Peter closed the distance between us and swung at me with a wild haymaker, I was ready for him.
Even with my lack of expertise, dodging his heavily telegraphed attack was a piece of cake as I stepped back out of reach. Top-heavy and out of shape, Peter stumbled, struggling to catch himself, though before he could topple over and I placed my palm in the middle of his chest.
I watched a wave of confusion wash over Peter's face, most likely wondering why, instead of punching him or just letting him fall, I had caught him.
Rather than answering him verbally, I replied with my actions as I gave Peter a gentle shove while sending a pulse of tantric energy down my arm.
There was a muted flash of purple light that rippled from my palm, a split second before Peter was sent flying back through the air, with both his feet leaving he ground.
His poor friends who had been right behind him were suddenly forced to catch several hundred pounds of fat. Though catch wasn't the right description for what happened, instead Peter crashed into his friends, knocking them over like bowling pins and trapping them underneath his immense bulk.
"Hgn, w-what just happened?" Peter groaned as he tried and failed to right himself with a dazed and confused look plastered across his face.
"Argh!! Peter, get off us, you fat ass!! I can't feel my fucking legs!!" Quagmire's screams as he pushed and shoved Peter, trying to roll him over to no avail.
"At least you have legs to feel!"
"Shut up, Joe!" Quagmire snapped before glancing down at the pair of legs kicking at the air, "Oh my god, Peter, I think you're smothering Cleveland to death!"
"Huh?" Peter replied, still in a stupor.
Instead of answering, Quagmire and Joe worked together to finally roll Peter over, shoving him off of them with a grunt and a gasp as Cleveland shot up and greedily gulped in a lungful of air, "Oh thank heavens, I thought I was about to meet the lord."
I bit back a comment, instead crossing my arms and putting on a stoic mask as I stared the four men down while they slowly got back up to their feet, "Y'all want to continue this little scuffle of ours or have you had enough?"
The guys glared at me, but none made a move that suggested they wanted a taste of whatever I had done to send a two-hundred-plus-pound man flying like a football.
"If that's the case, then I wouldn't mind if you gentlemen get back into your car and leave the property; otherwise, I'm afraid I'll be forced to remove you myself. And I promise I won't be as gentle as before."
My threat was mostly a bluff; if all of them charged me at once, there was very little I could do even with my new trick.
Peter's jaw clenched, and I watched as his eyes flickered over to Megan, "Either you come home tonight, or you don't come home at all."
I frowned at the cruel ultimatum and couldn't help but glance at Megan who was looking at me with wide eyes full of questions, "It's your choice to make, just know I'll support whatever you do."
Megan's gaze softened, and she reached out to take my hand and pull me closer, "You're the only one who's ever given me a second look. I think I would be the biggest idiot in the world if I threw that away. So I want to stay with you...if that's alright?"
I smirked, "I don't have one problem with that."
I looked back at Peter with a raised eyebrow, "Well, you heard her? Now, are we gonna have any more problems?"
Peter glared at me, but I could see the lingering confusion and fear in his eyes, "You're making a big mistake, you bastard. Come on, let's get the fuck out of here."
Peter's crew wordlessly followed him and piled into his car, which quickly backed out of the alley before disappearing down the street.
I let out a soft sigh of relief as I let my arms drop down to my sides and gave myself a mental pat on the back, 'Well, that could have gone a lot worse, seems like I was right to hold onto that hex point.'
[Hex: Kinetic Blast]
Level: 1 [0/1]
Cost: 1 TP per Cast
Duration: N/A
Effect: Convert your tantric energy into a forceful blast of kinetic energy, enhancing the striking power of any physical blow, or as a propulsive force to push the user or another object in a direction of choice.
While I had hoped to spend the hex point on a more utility-based spell didn't mind having a trump card just in case I was forced into another physical confrontation, 'Maybe I should even look at getting a fighting skill.'
Before I could begin weighing the pros and cons, I was interrupted by a sharp tug on my arm, and just like that, I was pulled back into the moment as I turned to face Megan, "S-sorry, I was a bit lost in thought. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Megan replied after a second, though I could see the conflict in her eyes, "T-thank you for standing up to me, I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that. I just can't believe my dad would do something like this!"
Anger blossomed in Megan's gaze before she let out a tense sigh, "If you don't want me to stay, that's fine I'm sure I can crash at Patty's place until I get a place of my-"
"Shhh, enough," I muttered, cutting Megan off, "You're staying with me, end of story. Not gonna kick you out after you just chose me over the only family you've ever known."
"Some family they were, they've always treated me like I wasn't worth their time," Megan scoffed before her gaze softened as she looked up at me, "In the last few day's that I've known you Ramon, you've made my life ten times better and I wouldn't let anything come inbetween that."
While I could tell Megan's words were the truth, there was still something lingering on the tip of her tongue, "What is it, Megan?"
A guilty look flashed across her eyes, "I-I know I should pry into your secrets and I don't want you to think that I'm ungrateful, but I was wondering how...what was that flash of light?"
For a moment, I didn't respond before a rueful smile crossed my lips and I scratched the back of my head awkwardly, "Hmm, I should have figured you would have seen that, I'm surprised your father or his friends weren't more alarmed."
"I-I doubt they saw anything, the light was really faint," Megan explained with a sheepish look on her face, "Look, just forget that I asked, I didn't mean to pry-"
"No, you deserve an answer," I replied resolutely before sighing, "I just hope it doesn't change your opinion of me."
Megan shook her head, "I already told you I won't let anything come in between-"
I cut Megan off once more, though instead of using words, I transformed into my true form for the first time. It was an odd sensation as my body was reconstructed from the inside out, but it wasn't downright unpleasant. In fact, I couldn't suppress a sigh of relief as I shed my human form, shedding a discomfort that I hadn't been aware of until now. It was like stretching out my body after a long car ride, and that's just what I did.
Rising to my new full height, I cracked my neck and flexed the various new muscles across my body, including my tail and hooven hind quarters. Despite the drastic change, I didn't feel any awkwardness moving around in my new form; it all felt natural and right, more so than my human body. But all that was secondary to what really mattered.
With a slow pan, I turned to look Megan in the eyes, which were wide with shock, "Well, what do you think?"
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22: In Bed With the Devil (I)Black_PaladynAugust 26
--[Megan's POV]--
"Well, what do you think?"
I couldn't think, I couldn't blink, I couldn't move, and I could barely breathe as I stared at the towering creature in front of me. The transformation happened so quickly that my mind didn't register it until Ramon spoke, his voice even deeper and possessing a slight echo and reverb that filled every word with grandeur.
Unable to take in everything at once, my vision shrank to focus on one aspect of Ramon's new appearance at a time. His face was first; somehow, it had become even more attractive, and combined with his flawless, dusky grey skin, gave him an exotic appearance, as if he were a creature from another plane of existence.
Which might have been the truth, given the rest of his appearance, with a mane of obsidian hair partially concealing elongated, tapered ears and two goat horns that curled up from his hairline. And those were just the changes from the neck up.
Letting my gaze drop, I took in the rest of Ramon's body, which was on full display as the transformation had robbed him of all his clothes, leaving him in nothing but a loincloth. Faint tattoo-like markings covered his taut, sculpted muscles, and from behind his back, I watched a leathery tail rhythmically undulate back and forth, almost like a cat. Though instead of a feline lower half, a thick layer of dark, coarse hair covered Ramon's legs that ended with a pair of cloven hooves.
With his features put all together, it was impossible not to compare Ramon to a demon or the devil himself, but my heart rebelled against the association. Regardless, I should have been afraid or at least wary of the sudden transformation, but as my breathing resumed, a familiar scent clogged my airways. It was more potent than ever, and a good foot still separated me and Ramon.
As the intoxicating smell wrapped around my mind, my willpower started to crumble, and intrusive thoughts urged me to give in to the creature standing before me.
But I resisted, wondering if this was all some ploy, that giving in to my urges would seal my fate to some never-ending torment. But even then, an eternity of torment at Ramon's hands was still a far too tempting offer.
"W-what a-are you?" I asked my voice, which was shaking for a variety of reasons.
Ramon sighed, and even that wordless reply sent shivers down my spine, "The short answer is I'm a demon."
My breath hitched, "L-like a monster from hell? T-that kind of demon?"
To my shock, Ramon shook his head, "No, I've never been, don't even know if it's real, but I know for sure I'm not some hellspawn. I used to be a human, actually, if you can believe it."
"H-human? T-then how?" I asked, trailing off as Ramon shrugged, "I don't know the specifics or the why, but I was reborn as the being standing before you. Specifically, I am a Primordial Incubus."
My eyes widened, "You're a s-sex demon!? A-are you going to steal my soul?"
Ramon smirked, and despite my precarious situation, I found myself drawn in by his pearly whites, "No, not steal it. I want you to give yourself to me, Megan. My species has a natural urge to nurture and protect what we hold dear, especially the women we choose to love."
For a moment, Ramon's words froze my allure, "Women?"
A sad smile spread across Ramon's lips, "Yes, I need a special kind of energy to survive, one that is created when I sleep with a human woman, while also satiating my urges so I don't lose control. Unfortunately, as I grow stronger with time, so does my hunger and urges. It would be... impossible for a single woman to satisfy my needs. "
I swallowed hard, "So you just sleep around with a bunch of random women?"
"No," Ramon corrected firmly, "I told you my species are providers, the lovers we choose to keep become a part of our coven. Our souls are bonded together for all of time, allowing me to gift some of my magic to you in the process. You'll live forever and never age."
"Y-you can make people immortal?" I asked with wide eyes.
"If they bond their soul to me, yes," Ramon answered as he reached out and trailed his finger down my cheek, caressing my skin, leaving behind a burning desire with his touch, "But it's not something that can be forced, and I can only complete the ritual when I satisfy my partner's need for love and lust."
'Love and lust,' I repeated in my mind as a blush spread across my cheeks, and my body turned into a furnace, "Have you taken any other...partners?"
Ramon shook his head, "No, you would be the first. That is, if you would still have me."
My heart beat a furious pace against my ribcage, as logic and emotion turned my mind into a battlefield. But as I stared into Ramon's violet eyes, I couldn't bring myself to reject him, not after everything he had done for me when no one else ever had.
"A-alright," I replied, almost in a trance-like state, still in disbelief that I was in such a situation, "I'll become a part of your coven, my soul is yours."
I couldn't help but suck in a breath as the words escaped my lips, preparing myself for the other shoe to drop, but after a second, I realized that nothing happened.
A deep chuckle boomed from Ramon, "I told you the ritual can't happen until I satisfy your need for love and desire. You can't be coerced or persuaded; you have to accept me into your heart truly."
"A-alright, how do I do that?" I asked my nerves, somehow reaching new highs.
"Like this," Ramon replied, and before I realized it, his arms were around me, lifting me into the air.
I let out a startled gasp, and reflexively, I grabbed hold of Ramon, my arms wrapped around his neck, and my legs ensnared his waist. Ramon held me effortlessly above the ground like I weighed nothing, and I could help but blush, feeling his naked body against my skin. Though the pleasant sensation was soon overwhelmed by the heat of his lips and the startling ferocity of his tongue as he kissed me.
Ramon returned the passion of my earlier kiss with even more intensity as he forced me to drink his saliva, a sweet nectar that spread a burning desire through my entire body while his tongue freely roamed my mouth.
But before I could lose myself in the embrace, my eyes shot open in surprise as Ramon's tongue slid down my throat, undulating and dumping even more nectar directly into my stomach.
I could feel the hot, thick syrup settle at the very bottom of my navel, stimulating every nerve ending in the vicinity. I moaned into Ramon's mouth, approving his actions as my throat squeezed down on his tongue, trying to milk out every last drop.
If I could, I would have filled myself, near to bursting, with his nectar, but my lungs complained about the lack of oxygen, and I was forced to pull away.
I shivered as I felt Ramon's tongue leave my throat before greedily gulping down the excess he had left behind.
I gasped for breath after swallowing and was left panting against Ramon's chest as my head swam, and a warm, fuzzy feeling made my every movement sluggish. However, Ramon seemed intent on not giving me a moment to rest.
I flinched as I felt something warm but smooth, like snake skin, coil around my thigh, squeezing tightly, unwilling to let me go. Looking down, I realized that it was Ramon's tail with the spade-shaped knot on the end, slowly moving up the inside of my thigh.
In my delirious state of mind, I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have the appendage inside of me, coiling and uncoiling as the bulbous head scraped against my walls.
"I was about to transform back into a human, but maybe you would prefer if I kept this form," Ramon teased, whispering into my ear as his tail squeezed my leg and his hands found their way to my ass, sliding into the back pockets of my jeans.
"I-I don't mind it," I stammered out meekly, much to Ramon's amusement as he laughed, "Very well then, I'll stay as I am, though you should know I am wholly unrepressed in this form. I am liable to lose control a little bit."
My body shivered in response to the warning, and, taking Ramon's earlier advice into consideration, I decided to reply with confidence, "T-that's fine, I want you to lose control. Use me however you like, and make my heart accept you."
I felt Ramon's entire body stiffen for a moment before I watched a broad smile spread across his lips, "I'm going to make you regret saying those words."
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23: In Bed With The Devil (II) *Black_PaladynAugust 27
A purple haze crept along the edge of my vision, growing in intensity as my desire for Megan skyrocketed. I hadn't been lying when I said being in my true form had taken away all my restraint. The building pressure made me rush up the stairs to my room before I tore off Megan's clothes and took her right there in the alley.
It was tempting to just give in to my most base instincts, and while Megan seemed to encourage it, I could tell the height of my passion would be too much for her to handle. Tonight, I would take things slow and take extra care. Besides, in the long run, I wasn't missing out on anything; I already had another person in mind who wouldn't mind taking a little abuse.
With Megan still clinging to me, I threw open the door of my apartment and made a beeline for the bed. Without so much as a grunt, I threw Megan onto the mattress, who bounced, making her entire chest jiggle hypnotically and putting me into a temporary trance.
Climbing onto the bed, I joined her, ready to resume where I had left off last night, but before I could, Megan suddenly sat up and held out her hand, "W-wait!"
I frowned, suddenly worried, "What's wrong?"
"N-nothing's wrong, I just...wanted to try a few things in particular if that's alright with you," Megan replied with a bashful yet hopeful look.
"Alright then, what did you have in mind?" I asked, intrigued and wondering how Megan's desires would manifest themselves.
I watched Megan bite her lip for a second before slowly sliding off the mattress and onto the floor, kneeling in front of the bed.
Realizing what she wanted to do, I moved over to sit on the edge of the mattress, and sure enough, Megan moved so she was positioned between my legs, putting her chest level with my crotch.
Megan nervously glanced up at me, looking for approval, before slowly moving in closer and closer until I could feel her warm, bated breath graze against my legs. Then, with a trembling hand, Megan reached out and pulled aside my loincloth, letting my stiffening wood out of its confinement.
Though there was a brief moment of shared surprise as the member that flopped out and landed on Megan's chest with a meaty thud wasn't what either of us had been expecting. Various ridges and bumps now covered the shaft of my cock, and I could easily imagine the pleasurable effect they would have as I thrust in and out of my thralls. Similarly, the head of my cock was adorned with a crown of soft but firm spines angled so that they would gently scrape against the walls of my lover as I pulled out.
Despite the alien appearance of my member, Megan barely paused as a determined look mixed with her obvious lust. Reaching down, she grabbed the hem of her shirt before pulling it up and over her head, freeing her breasts and revealing the pure white bra that strained to hold up the massive melons.
"Did you wear that just for me?" I asked with a grin, making Megan blush, but this time, instead of shying away, she leaned into the flirtatious banter, "I thought you would like it, and I wore it hoping I could do this."
Then, without any further warning, Megan sandwiched my cock between her breasts, still held tightly together by her bra. The pleasure was immediate and numbing as the most sensitive part of my body was suddenly between two smooth, warm mounds that threatened to swallow it whole.
But then Megan grabbed her breasts, pressing them together as she started to move them up and down my shaft. My head dipped back as I suppressed a grunt, all the while Megan looked up at me with a hopeful gaze, "Does that feel good?"
"It feels amazing," I replied as I resisted the urge to move my hips and speed up my mounting pleasure.
A grin spread across Megan's lips, "Oh, well, what about this?"
Leaning over, Megan stuck out her tongue, letting a thick glob of spit drip down between her breasts, lubricating her skin and increasing the pleasure tenfold. But still, she wasn't done, and I watched with wide eyes as Megan leaned down and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock before sucking with all her might until her cheeks hollowed.
For a moment, my entire body froze as an overwhelming flood of sensations assaulted me: the warm, moist cavern of her breasts around my shaft, and the powerful wet lips and tongue that encircled my head, teasing the most sensitive part of my cock with painful attention to detail.
"Ngh, you little minx," I swore as I reflexively put a hand on Megan's head to keep her from pulling away, though judging from the light in her eyes, Megan had no plans to quit anytime soon.
Instead, her efforts only intensified as she coordinated her efforts, bobbing her head up and down while jacking me off with her tits. Before long, a mixture of her spit and my pre-cum lubricated my cock, making Megan's job even easier as she squeezed and rolled her breasts over my ridges and bumps, which acted like their own erogenous zones, sending waves of tingling pleasure through my spine.
Combined with everything else, it was a miracle I held on for as long as I did, but nothing could delay the inevitable. Feeling my balls tense, I reacted almost without thinking, pressing down on Megan's head as my hips lifted off the bed, burying my cock as deep as I could between her tits and lips.
--[Megan's POV]--
I flinched as, without warning, Ramon pressed down on the back of my head, nearly pushing the head of his massive cock over my tongue and into my throat. For a second, I worried he wanted me to gag on his dick, but then I felt his hips lift off the bed, and a soft grunt escaped his lips.
A wave of anticipation washed away my brief moment of concern as I realized what was happening, and with eagerness, I sealed my lips around Ramon's cock, not wanting to miss a drop of the tsunami that was about to pour out of him.
The first spurt of the liquid desire hit the back of my throat with enough force to trigger my gag reflex, but that only seemed to spur Ramon on as his cock started to jerk in my mouth, filling it with cream.
Just like before, Ramon's cum was thick and sticky, clinging to anything it touched, something I couldn't be happier about as my tongue and cheeks were coated with his glazed that filled my mouth. Even after yesterday, the sheer volume took me by surprise as my mouth was filled like a balloon laden with heavy, viscous semen.
With no other choice, I started to swallow Ramon's load, desperately making room as there seemed to be no room for his climax anytime soon. My throat worked overtime to gulp down the thick slurry, but it was like trying to drink right from a hose. Feeling overwhelmed, I tapped Ramon's thigh, hoping that he would let me up before I passed out. Thankfully, he did, and his hand came off my head.
My mouth slid off of Ramon's cock with a loud pop, and my throat bulged as I swallowed one last mouthful of his cum with a gasp. But his cock still jerked in between my tits, covering them in a hot sticky glaze and clogging the air with the carnal smell.
With one last thrust of his hips, Ramon's climax came to an end, and he sagged back onto the bed, while I looked down at my chest in a daze, watching the pearly white sea drip and spill down onto my stomach and legs. Part of me wanted to slather my entire body in the spunk, using it like lotion and marking myself with his scent.
But that would have to wait, because while not even a minute had passed since Ramon emptied his balls down my throat and across my breast, his cock was back to full mast and judging by the gleam in his eyes he really did intent to make me regret my ealier words.