A Different Kind of Meal

By the time the pillory unlocked itself and Hwa slumped to the ground, Kevin had stopped feeling guilty.

It had been fine, at first—the situation was a license to spend an hour groping, fondling, and toying with the body of a curvaceous Korean woman while she moaned out her approval nonstop. She had not only given her verbal consent to him doing so, she had insisted.

The feel of her big soft tits as they bulged out between his fingers was incredible, Hwa’s skin was soft and silky-smooth, and the curve of her hips as they flared out into an ass that could have stopped traffic in LA was not something he would soon forget.

For a few minutes after the initial rush had worn off, his conscience had begun to scream at him that no matter what the kumiho said out loud, she wasn’t in a position to give meaningful consent, but then he’d teased the swollen nub of her clit until she gave in to yet another orgasm and eventually that voice had faded.

As he watched the naked woman, pale and trembling with fatigue beneath the late morning sun, that treacherous voice once more asked him, can you keep doing this?

Except—he knew that it wasn’t a conundrum he could afford to consider. Turning back literally wasn’t an option—the only agency Kevin had was to choose which of the paths ahead of him he walked down. If he had to choose between feeling up a four-hundred year old MILF or watching her get turned into some parody of her former self by a sadistic succubus, it was no decision at all.

From what he’d read in some of the other seasons of Harem Hotel, being eliminated was worse than ****. Hwa clearly agreed, even without knowing the full scope of what was at stake, and it wasn’t as though Kevin had any objections to the specific acts he’d carried out.

Fondling an attractive woman until she came was not a hardship. In the end, she hadn’t even needed to accept a temporary transformation, though he’d been tempted to press her to do so halfway through the hour.

Kevin knelt down beside Hwa and extended a hand towards her. She glared at it for a moment, but much of the venom that fueled the woman was clearly spent in her ordeal. After a few moments, she took it in her own, and the pair rose to their feet once more.

Elsie was there a moment later to wrap a blanket around Hwa. Kevin had no idea where she’d obtained it—it wasn’t as though her outfit offered a lot of pocket space—but it was at least a gesture towards modesty. Granted, the fabric was only just large enough to cover the kumiho down to her pale thighs and barely fit around her impressive chest, but she wasn’t naked.

“I can help with your skirt, but I wasn’t sure if you wanted to try to put your corset back on. I can’t imagine that was comfortable to be stuck in.”

The English girl’s words were met with a puzzled glance, and Kevin realized that at some point while he’d been fondling Hwa the Tongues effect had worn off. He beckoned the slender woman over to renew it and she stepped up to press herself against his chest. Before pursing her lips, though, she whispered quickly, “If you want to go somewhere private I’d be glad to take care of your… problem.”

Kevin didn’t have to ask what she meant. Even while he’d been wrestling with his conscience, his dick had remained blissfully ignorant of any moral conundrums and had happily volunteered its services. He wasn’t about to take advantage of Hwa for relief, but the way Elsie’s lithe body molded it against his own told him that the brownie was more than willing.

He swallowed, then nodded. “Yes. I—soon. We need to figure out what Hwa’s quest is first, and we should see if she’s okay, but–”

Elsie’s hips shifted and she tilted her head back. A faint pink blush lit up her cheeks, but didn’t stop her from adding, “You and she aren’t the only ones with needs, you know.” Then she giggled when she felt his dick lurch in response.

That helped to break the tension, and Kevin leaned in to claim her lips and tongue. When they broke off a minute or so later, they discovered that Hwa had kept the blanket wrapped around her upper body, while her lower was now clad in her skirt once more. The corset of her outfit was held in one hand, and the expression on her face was closer to the smooth calm she preferred to radiate, but the woman’s shoulders were still slumped with fatigue.

“We should go back to The Long Rest and get some food. Maybe plan out the rest of the day. Hwa, everyone else’s quest so far has had something to do with me—I’m guessing yours does too?”

The kumiho was apparently too tired to argue, because she simply pulled up her character sheet to show him.

Quest: The Dark Mistress (Part 1)(Weekly Quest)

Objective: Make a pact with your Patron that gets you both something that you want. (0/1)

“Is that–”

Before Kevin could even ask the question, Hwa nodded. “You are my patron. I could feel it the moment I was given the class. It is from you that I draw my power. Or perhaps through you is a more accurate statement—it is not as though the power is yours to begin with.”

Hwa’s words might have stung, except that Kevin held no illusions about his place here. He nodded. “Fair enough. So we’ve technically done that.”

The kumiho’s tone was surprisingly bland as she stated, “I was set free of Lily’s trap. You were permitted to fondle me for an hour. I have made worse deals.”

Rather than continuing down that particular line of thought, though, Kevin gestured towards the road which would lead them back towards the castle. “C’mon, I’ll buy you a drink.”

Stheno could not help but smile as she ate.

As a child, while she had never wanted for food, her fare had been limited to what could be grown, fished, or hunted nearby. Barley bread, asparagus, fish, goat’s cheese—olives, of course, and sometimes dates and figs. Rarely, on special occasions, lamb or goat.

On her plate was a massive slab of roast meat which had been slathered in some kind of fiery-sweet sauce. When the gods had turned on her, they had taken from her the blessings of Demeter. What crops she could grow would not have been enough to sustain a mortal, and only the curse of her immortality had carried her through the winters.

The creature whose ribs Stheno now consumed must have eaten more each year of its life than she had for the past thousand.

Stheno’s fingers were sticky with sauce as she ripped the flesh from a rib with her teeth. Her eyes drifted shut as she luxuriated in the feel of rendered fat coating her cheeks, the smoky flavor of the tangy sauce, and the knowledge that the gods would never again be able to take this from her.

It did mean that when her lord, his handmaiden, and a half-naked fox spirit with a blanket around her shoulders walked through the door, they were treated to the sight of the gorgon with a face and hands smeared with barbecue sauce as she worked her way through what must have been—by the pile of bones on the side of her plate—at least her second rack of ribs.

If Stheno was embarrassed by her state, she gave no sign. Instead, the gorgon’s green eyes lit up with excitement and she waved the trio over to join her the moment they arrived. For her liege, she quickly chewed and swallowed her mouthful that she might offer him a brilliant—if somewhat messy—smile.

“My lord! Come, join me for my feast! I have discovered a dish that must be shared!”

Kevin, for his part, couldn’t hold back the laugh that emerged from within his chest. Stheno’s smile broadened as she saw the man’s response, then dimmed when he shook his head. “I, um—in a bit? I need to–”

A glance at the brown haired woman at his side betrayed the man’s intentions, and Stheno offered him a knowing nod. “You are to bed your concubine. Of course—would you like me to join you?”

The gorgon was only a little disappointed at the somewhat stiff, “Uh, no—no, not this time,” she received in response. As much as she had enjoyed her night at Kevin’s side—and both atop and beneath him—the heavy weight of pork ribs which filled her belly would likely not make for the most comfortable fucking.

And, after all, what was the point in concubines if not to fuck her lord while she wasn’t in the mood?

The concubine in question slipped her small hand into Kevin’s and tugged him towards the doorway which would lead to the portal to her room. The pair vanished a moment later, leaving Stheno with a decidedly rough-looking Hwa. She picked up another rib as she studied the kumiho for a moment, before asking bluntly, “Did you finally ask the Master to fuck you?”

Hwa scowled, but there was less heat in her glare than Stheno expected. The woman was doing her best to retain her prickly exterior, but it was clear that whatever events had led her to be escorted back to the inn had taken their toll, and she had less energy to direct towards vitriol than usual. “I was caught in a trap of Lily’s making and **** to endure his hands on me for over an hour.”

“Good.” Stheno raised the rib to tear a bite from the succulent meat, only to pause with the flesh tantalizingly close to her lips when she saw Hwa’s expression at her one word response. She furrowed her brow, then amended, “Not good that you were caught in a trap, though you’ll understand if I cannot find it in myself to condemn my new goddess for her methods. Good that you were given the chance to enjoy the chosen’s attentions for an hour.”

The words were followed by a hummed sound of pleasure as Stheno took another bite. This food would be added to every feast she orchestrated, and if Lily and Kevin continued as they were, there would be cause for many such celebrations in the future.

Hwa sputtered for a moment as Stheno chewed, then finally hissed out, “I was exposed atop a wooden platform, arms and neck bound, while a- a male fondled and groped every inch of my body for an hour!”

Refusing to hasten this bite, Stheno let the flavors flood her mouth before she swallowed, then nodded. Her tone was level—perhaps even fond—as she responded, “I was fucked atop the altar of Athena and coated in his seed before all of the priests and priestesses in the temple. Did you not enjoy your treatment at his hands?”

“It—I—that is not the point!”

“Why not?” The gorgon was used to her gaze paralyzing those who met it, so it was no surprise when she looked the kumiho in her eyes and the other woman froze. In this case, though, it was not because the woman had begun to turn to stone, but was the far more temporary effect of Hwa trying to put words to an argument that Stheno suspected was over before it began.

“I—I deserve respect! Dignity!”

“Did he not give that to you while he pleasured you with his hands for an hour?”

“He touched every inch of my body!”

Stheno raised an eyebrow. In her serpentine form, even curled around a chair as tightly as she could manage, she was far taller than the kumiho, but her intent was not to look down on the other woman. Instead, she asked with genuine curiosity, “Did he demand something from you in exchange?”

“Touching my body is reward enough!”

“Then why is he upstairs sating himself on the loins of the Cel- the English girl instead of basking in having released his seed with you?” Stheno dropped the stripped bone on the stack beside her plate and reached for the next. She paused with her fingers wrapped around it and—with far more **** than she’d shown when inviting the three to join her at her table, added, “Do you—do you want to try some?”

Thankfully, Hwa was too thrown off by the question to accept. A moment later, Stheno was stripping the flesh from another bone with her teeth, her eyes rolled back in delight.

When the kumiho had not yet responded by the time she finished, Stheno added, “It seems to me that, while I do not know the details of the trap, Kevin could most likely have pushed for more. Perhaps instead of focusing on the fact that you were trapped by a goddess, you should be thankful that her champion devoted an hour of his time. Time which could have instead been spent either claiming you or enjoying himself with one of the several willing women in his harem. Instead, the time he spent with you was focused on your pleasure at the cost of his own.”

Elsie let out a breathy giggle as her back hit the mattress of her bed.

Finally.

As much as she had enjoyed both of the times she’d gotten to wrap her lips around the DM’s ‘weapon’, the constant hum of arousal her combination of class abilities generated in her had been building for days, and it was past time for her to get fucked.

She looked up and met Kevin’s eyes. Elsie knew that physically she didn’t have as much to offer as—well—any of the other girls in the man’s harem. She didn’t have Hazel’s ridiculously voluptuous figure, or even the lush curves of Penny and Hwa. Blue was scrawnier when she first arrived, but now possessed the body that every aspiring LonelyFans girl dreamt of. She lacked Tess’ athleticism—not to mention her ridiculous rack while transformed—and while Stheno’s body was no curvier than her own, the gorgon possessed a fierce beauty that went far deeper than the physical.

Despite that, when Kevin looked down at her, she could sense the man’s rampant need.

“You want me.” The words slipped out of Elsie’s lips in a whisper, as though she could hardly believe she was saying them. Once upon a time she would have regretted letting them slip, but now?

Now, she simply knew that they were true.

Kevin stepped forward. Neither had taken the time to undress in their haste to rush to the closest private space, and Elsie could sense the way his cock was trapped within his underwear. She wanted him to pull it out—not just because it would be more comfortable for him, but because she longed for another taste of it.

“I want you. Do you want me to–”

“Kevin, I want you to use me. I suffered through feeling Hwa’s need without release for an entire hour, I could feel how pent up you were that whole time, and that’s not even getting into Blue–” Elsie cut herself off abruptly when she realized that would likely start a longer conversation than she was prepared for. Instead, she insisted, “Fuck me. I would’ve fucked you right there on the platform—I almost dropped to my knees right then and there. Please don’t make me wait any longer.”

To the brownie’s great relief, her words had the intended effect and distracted Kevin from her slip of the tongue. Instead, the man’s eyes remained focused on her as she deliberately spread her legs. Her outfit’s skirt was short enough that when she parted her slender thighs, it rode up to expose the lacy yellow underwear she wore beneath. The fabric was already stained with her nectar, and she nudged it aside with her fingers to reveal the honeyed lips of her swollen, aching, needy cunt.

Her fingertips danced along her nether lips as she waited for her master to ready himself. Elsie had never gotten into BDSM prior to being summoned by Lily. Frankly, while she would be willing to indulge Kevin if he wanted to try bondage or some S&M play, those still didn’t hold any particular appeal to her outside of Sensate’s passive push towards new experiences.

What she could fully understand right now, though, was the desire to be dominated. She was more than a little surprised that he hadn’t taken her, but didn’t speak up immediately. Instead, she waited like a good little obedient tool, played with her pussy, and let Kevin take the lead.

Kevin’s mouth watered as he watched the slender brunette toying with her pussy. For all that Elsie might not have possessed the exaggerated curves of Hazel or the exotic appeal of Stheno and Hwa, the brownie’s appeal was not to be denied. Her legs were slim but perfectly formed, her breasts were small but so pert that they barely drooped as she rested on her back, and the bright lips of her cunt were nearly enough to send him into a frenzy on their own.

More than that, though, was how obviously eager she was. Elsie’s thighs were as drenched as Hwa’s had been, and he’d been playing with the kumiho’s body for an hour. Her lips were parted in anticipation, her stomach—slender, but soft—was clenched, and her gently rounded hips wouldn’t stop moving. She let out a quiet nervous laugh a moment later when she realized he was taking in her appearance.

She was perfect.

He had to have her. But—her acts of service fresh in his mind—Kevin made no move to undo his pants. Instead, he dropped to one knee at the edge of the bed, bent his head forward, and buried his face between her thighs.

The smell of the brownie’s cunt hit him and a moment later his tongue was buried in her tight passage without any conscious effort on his part. It was as though his body was prepared to take over without any input from his higher functions. Kevin’s arms lifted up so that he could push Elsie’s miniskirt higher so he could wrap his hands around her hips. She bucked instinctively in response, but that only drove him to shove his tongue deeper. A wave of feminine arousal covered his face, followed a heartbeat later by a moan that was muffled by the thighs that now covered his ears.

Kevin ate Elsie’s pussy like it was his last meal. His efforts were inexpert, but every twitch of her hips, every gasp and moan, every shudder and twitch of her inner muscles made him need more.

She, in turn, responded almost as much to Kevin’s need as to his actions themselves. Elsie’s eyelids fluttered shut as her back arched and she gave herself over to him wholly. The fingers which had been toying with her clit continued moving for a moment, before her hands suddenly flew to the side to grasp at the sheets that covered her bed. “Oh, fuck!”

Even Elsie’s accent drove Kevin on.

He’d never considered himself an Anglophile, but the reputation that the English had cultivated in Americans was one of elegance and poise. Hearing her lose herself, knowing how completely she had put her trust—and herself—in his hands was an aphrodisiac all its own.

He devoured her cunt. Kevin’s tongue plunged as deeply as it could, then pulled back to lap along her slick lips, before withdrawing so he could wrap his mouth around her stiff clit and suck lightly.

The response that brought from Elsie made her previous reactions seem tame.

“Ohfuckyes!”

The brownie’s hips left the mattress, and Kevin had to tighten his grip on them to avoid her bucking him off entirely. He began to focus his efforts on the slippery nub in his lips, his tongue flicking back and forth over it slowly. Previous girlfriends had varying degrees of direct stimulation they could withstand, so he’d learned to be somewhat cautious in his approach to the bundle of nerves. In Elsie’s case, though, it didn’t seem as though there was a ‘too much’.

He licked. He sucked. He hummed. He struggled his hardest to keep the surprisingly squirmy twenty-seven year old from slipping out of his grasp.

And then, after five minutes that felt like a rodeo, Kevin finally heard the sound he’d been waiting for.

“CUMMING!”

Elsie’s cunt flooded with nectar until it dripped down Kevin’s chin, but he refused to relinquish his grasp as she shuddered against him. Only when her legs gave out and she collapsed back to the mattress did he release her and look up, smiling and quite proud of himself, to watch the nearly insensate brownie shivered in post-orgasmic bliss.