A surprising one

To Kevin’s surprise, the answer was a ‘no’, but he quickly learned that Penny had a talent for taking the sting out of rejection.

“It’s not that I don’t see the appeal, I’m just not sure that label fits our relationship.” The words were accompanied by the feel of one of Penny’s fingers tracing a nail up and down Kevin’s cock with the slow deliberation of a woman who knew exactly what effect the teasing stimulation would have. “Sure, I knew that I wanted something more than what my mother and sisters had going on, but jumping straight into domesticity is...” She trailed off, but her finger never stopped its slow tease.

The siren hadn’t asked, and the casual way she was toying with Kevin’s dick almost made it look unconscious, but when the DM looked at the siren’s face, the faint smirk she wore made it abundantly obvious that she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

“Alright,” Kevin was surprised at how little strain found its way into his voice. He felt like he was seconds away from letting out a decidedly uncontrolled moan, but the words flowed out smoothly. “It’s not like this place is giving us a lot of room for traditional relationships anyway. What do you want us to be when we’re free from here?”

That question, intended to figure out the shape of Penny’s desired relationship, launched the most surreal round of negotiations in which Kevin had ever participated.

His new memories—not the ones which had accompanied Penny’s transformation, but those which had resulted in the summer spent at Hazel’s co-op—helped. So did the easy way Penny smiled at him. It was as though a weight had been lifted through their decision to re-make the past, and when whatever pall or guilt Lily had added to their relationship with the implanted memories vanished, it took all of the awkwardness that had lingered between them with it.

They talked for what felt like ages, moving from topic to topic, swapping anecdotes and sharing pieces of themselves as they went. When Kevin brought up living arrangements, they agreed that they wanted to make sure they were close enough that visiting didn’t require a trip. “I’ve done long distance. The excitement when you finally get to see someone makes it nice, but with this many people I don’t want to have you missing from that much of my life.”

When they worked their way to the details, however, Penny had informed him, “I need my own space. Not to keep you out, but so I can be the one to make sure you’re welcome there. The homes my mom maintained… no one felt welcome there, not even her. I won’t have that.”

They’d paused there for long enough to kiss, but broken apart before they let themselves get sidetracked; there was too much ground to cover and not enough evening remaining.

“Kids?”

Penny’s answer to Kevin’s was slow enough to arrive that he worried he’d stumbled into something sensitive. When she spoke, though, her words were measured but not unhappy, “Maybe someday. I’d want to make sure the life they were brought into was one where they’d be happy. Is that something you want?”

“Honestly? The thought terrifies me,” Kevin laughed quietly, “but given how things are going here, I’m not sure it’s something I can avoid forever.” Penny’s eyebrow raised in response, but she left her thoughts unspoken as they moved on.

The topic of monogamy reared its head, was greeted with dark laughter, and receded back into the depths from whence it came. “But seriously,” Kevin leaned back against the pillows he’d propped up against the headboard as he offered a crooked smile to Penny, “while we both know that one man and one woman isn’t in the cards that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t figure out what we actually want.”

Penny’s position had shifted as the conversation went on, and even without magical senses to tell him that it was going on, Kevin could tell that at least some of her poses were deliberately designed to keep his eyes on her. With House Rule, he could watch the feedback loop within Performer working in real time.

She lifted her shoulders and the motion of her breasts caught his eye. The feel of Kevin’s attention on her sent a pleasant thrill through Penny which caused her nipples to crinkle into stiff pink nubs and drove her to seek out more.

Nor was that the only influence on the siren’s mind. Lilith was, Kevin discovered, not content to leave things to chance when she could put a thumb on the scale. The hostess’ influence was more subtle than the full effects of any transformation, but he could feel the tendrils of her power as they massaged away Penny’s worries even as she tried to articulate them.

“I don’t know what I want. You, sappy as it makes me sound, but beyond that?” Penny’s eyes drifted down Kevin’s body until they settled on his dick and she changed position again, this time sliding down his body until she could lay between his legs so that her considerable cleavage framed his erection when he looked at her. “I should feel mortified by what happened with Hwa. Furious. If I’d been drugged by a woman back home, the cops would have had to drag me off of her body. Here?” She shrugged. “I can’t even blame her. She didn’t ask for any of this. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still furious, but it—it’s like there’s nowhere for that to go. And since the only other thing my mind associates with it is how good it felt…”

That was Lily at work, Kevin could tell. The hostess’ magic felt like dark tendrils of cool shadow to his perception, sweet as incense and just as intangible. They soothed away the parts of Penny that would otherwise have rejected the encounter out of hand, smoothed over the damage it had done to her psyche without her even realizing it, and turned what should have been a horrific memory into something else.

Not better—Kevin wouldn’t give Lily that much credit—but the knowledge that Penny was less damaged and more whole because of the hostess’s touch left him with a cold feeling in his gut.

“Penny,” the name came first, blurted out without knowing what was to follow, but when the blonde’s eyes met his, Kevin found the words flowing in a rush, “if you were going to change something about one of your abilities, one of the transformations, what would it be?”

The hum Penny let out was contemplative, not dismissing the change of topic out of hand. “Including the hidden parts?” Even as Kevin nodded his confirmation, he reached out with House Rule, quested past the siren’s surface as he sought to touch the magic within. “Yesterday, I would’ve said Experienced, but I think tonight did a better job with that than I could’ve dreamed. Performer, maybe?”

What he found within was—to call it monstrous was an injustice, because the truth of the matter was that Lily’s hand, the transformations she’d layered on Penny, were works of art. It took Kevin only a moment to realize that the new class ability he’d forged for Blue had been the result of a demonstration—training wheels Kyle had arranged when the Favored Soul trainer set the lesson in motion.

The magic within Penny was layered, complex, and far beyond any effect he’d managed but—perhaps—not entirely outside of his ability to influence. “What about it?”

When Kevin’s voice betrayed a hint of strain, Penny’s expression grew serious. Her gaze took in his face, the look of concentration he wore, the way his eyes seemed to stare into her, through her. That he was doing something was obvious and, given their earlier conversation, it wasn’t hard to work out what it might be. “The attention. I’ve been recording in a booth, so it hasn’t been so bad, but if I’m ever going to be on stage, all of those eyes…”

She trailed off, and Kevin nodded slowly without taking his eyes off the web of black and gold that pulsed within the siren.

He knew immediately that removing it was impossible. Performer was a part of the siren now, and even suppressing it was far beyond what Kevin could manage with his mere days of experience. Changing it, though? That was exactly what House Rule was for. He reached out a hand and brushed his fingers along Penny’s cheek. She gasped at the touch, then her eyes half fluttered as she sensed his presence on a level beyond the physical.

“Oh, that feels—your attention is—” The siren’s voice came out husky and dripping with enough of her own magic to nearly snap Kevin’s attention away from what he was doing.

More of Performer’s work, but only in part. Some of it, Kevin realized, came from within—Lily hadn’t invented the part of Penny that longed for attention, she’d used something that already existed as a framework, built on it to make something exaggerated and new, something suitable for a show designed to turn women into toys. He couldn’t erase her efforts, but he could…

Push.

Penny let out a moan and her body abruptly writhed against Kevin’s. Again, his concentration wavered, but the fact that Blue, Hwa, and Penny had each already had a turn with him that day actually helped. For all that his body had seemed far more responsive than he would’ve expected at thirty-seven, the amount of sex he’d had in the last forty-eight hours would’ve satisfied the randiest teenager and he was able to push the physical sensations from his mind. “Would it help if it was… not everyone?”

The question was halting, but Penny’s answer came immediately. “Yes. What you’re doing—your attention feels good. Incredible. Do—give me that. Give me more of that!”

Without pulling her head away from his hand, Penny shifted her body slowly. The voluptuous blonde slipped over Kevin’s leg so that she could prop herself up on her elbows between his thighs, looked up across his body as she shifted herself to frame his tumescent shaft with her cleavage.

Her breasts pushed forward until they brushed against his shaft. It was a mixed blessing to Kevin’s efforts—even as the soft skin of her cleavage dragged against the slightly tender surface of his dick to pull at his attention, the added contact seemed to increase the amount of pressure he could exert with House Rule.

He pushed. Strained against the twisted mass of magic that was Performer, focused everything he could on change.

Seconds passed. At first, nothing seemed to happen and then slowly, gradually, something gave way.

The shift wasn’t substantial—the transformation was too far beyond Kevin for that—but it was real. He blinked, collapsed back against the pillows again, and focused his eyes on Penny.

Her response was immediate and dramatic. “Kevin! Mmm, fuck. What did you do? Your eyes—keep them on me?” The breathy moan that followed was viagra in audible form, and he felt himself twitch within her cleavage.

“Changed it. Performer. Made it so it only applies within the party.” Kevin’s words were choppy, and as he reached up to his own face he was surprised to discover himself covered in a light sheen of sweat. “Couldn’t do more than that, and the effect may be more… intense.”

“Mmmhmmhmm!” Penny’s response was half affirmative, half laugh. It bubbled up from within her, giddy and delighted. “I’ll say.” She followed that up by placing her hands on either side of his breasts, hefting them as though for his display—though it had the not at all coincidental effect of rubbing them along his shaft as she did.

His eyes fell on the massive mounds, drawn by a force as inexorable as gravity, and he watched her nipples—each a dark pink, thick as his thumb—stiffen in response. Her areolas crinkled, and she let out another breathy laugh, giggled as though every moment his eyes remained on her was a delight.

“Is it too much? I can try to tone it down if—”

“Don’t you dare!” Penny’s expression betrayed a hint of shock at the vehemence of her own response, but she made no move to retract it. Instead, she carefully, deliberately, began using her hands to move her heavy breasts back and forth so that they slid along Kevin’s trapped cock.

She giggled again. Then she looked up at him and whispered, “You didn’t get to see me with Hwa. I should be more upset about it, but now I’m just wondering what it would be like if you were watching.” She paused, only for a moment, then added, “Maybe not with Hwa. I’m not—I’m not ready for that, but maybe someone else?”

Kevin’s dick twitched. The reaction was entirely involuntary, and while he and Penny became aware of it at the same time, the siren’s response was far faster. She looked down at where her breasts had captured him and began to rock her weight back and forth slowly so that her deliciously soft and silky skin slid against him with each motion. A delighted giggle escaped her lips and she all but purred, “You like that thought.”

Kevin couldn’t deny it, and she took advantage of that to retain momentum as she went on, “Hazel wouldn’t turn me down if I asked. Or Elsie—” His dick twitched again and Penny grinned. “Would you watch if I told her to make me forget all about Hwa’s mouth on me? You know she would if I told her to.”

As much as a part of Kevin wanted to reject the entire premise, even as the knowledge that Lily’s magic was behind Penny’s actions, the siren was relentless. Driven by Jack Of(f) All Trades, she seemed to know exactly what to say to keep his attention focused on her.

It was, in fact, a 30% bonus. She hadn’t rolled especially well on the 1d10 check, but it was enough to make it hard to dwell on the existential horror of the moment. Then, in a fit of inspired synergy of the sort Kevin both dreaded and loved from his players, she activated Performer.

The character Penny assumed was still her, of course. While the ability would have allowed her to take on the role of someone else, the busty blonde bard was perfectly happy remaining as herself—so long as she was the center of Kevin’s attention. What it did allow, however, was the use of minor magical abilities to enhance her performance.

In this case, the role that Penny assumed was that of a seductive siren using her breasts to pleasure an incredibly lucky man. Instantly, the soft skin enveloping Kevin’s shaft turned slick and slippery as the blonde’s big tits were swiftly coated in clear goo that appeared out of literal thin air.

“I bet she’d be so good at it. She’s a cute young thing, and so very eager to please. Not so youthful as to make you feel guilty like Tess, but just young enough to feel fresh.” The bonus from Experienced kicked in—the memories Lily had imposed on Kevin and Penny had included her using her breasts to pleasure him, which was enough for another 30% bonus. It stacked with both of her Bard abilities to draw out a moan from Kevin as Penny rested on her elbows and used both hands to squish and slide her big tits along his shaft.

“We could teach her together. I’d like that, I think.” A shiver ran down the siren’s spine, but her bright blue eyes never broke from Kevin’s face as she watched him watch the very tip of his cock appear and disappear from within her cleavage. “Having her watch as you fucked me so she could see how you liked it. You, watching her use her tongue to clean me until she figured out exactly how to best be of service.” Her pace sped up slightly, and a surge of pleasure ran through Kevin—electric enough to paralyze and so exquisitely tantalizing as to leave him desperate for more. “You, watching both of us kneeling at your feet as I taught her how to give you every kind, every flavor of blowjob you desire. Fast and hungry, slow and loving, tender and affectionate.”

It was obvious that the only feedback Penny needed was the expression on Kevin’s face and the sounds she extracted from him, because with little more than soft moans to go on, she sped up again, worked her soft breasts along his shaft with the expertise of a woman for whom giving a titjob was not just a service, but performance art. Her nipples—slick with lube and stiff enough to stand out in the maelstrom—rubbed along his thighs with every pass, and the husky tones of her voice exposed just how much the siren was enjoying the role she’d assumed as she escalated.

Then the illusion appeared. The image wasn’t a perfect one, but was detailed enough that it was obvious that, shimmering and translucent it might have been, Penny was giving him a preview of the scene she described.

He was there—wearing a robe that had been pushed open to expose an erection he was pretty sure was larger than life-sized—and so were Penny and Elsie. The image was no more than a foot high and short on detail, but there was no way he could miss the way the tiny blonde’s hand worked between the even smaller brunette’s legs as the two licked, kissed, and sucked their way along his illusion’s shaft.

It was too much. Kevin’s head lolled back as he painted the inside of Penny’s tits with more of his cum that he would’ve thought possible. If the number of escapades he’d already had that day had an impact on the volume at all, it was slight enough to make no visible difference—the siren didn’t stop moving until his seed dripped from her hanging breasts. Even then, she held her pose until he’d taken the time to actually look at her, then leaned down to deliberately lap at the tip of his still twitching dick.

Kevin collapsed again as Penny let out a final breathless giggle of pure joy.

Later, Penny once more molded herself to Kevin’s side as they snuggled in the now dark Master Suite. In the intervening time, they’d cleaned up, snuck in another glass of wine, and while the siren had donned a dark blue silk robe at some point the front had kept falling loose every time he’d looked at her.

He hadn’t forgotten the dark thoughts—the knowledge that Lily’s influence continued to weigh on all of them—but it was easier to push it aside when the woman he was with was smiling and laughing and he could feel how happy she was.

His coronet—the crown Elsie had crafted for him—remained on the nightstand, untouched for the day, and Kevin wondered how high the number beside the heart above Penny might have gone. Then whether it was worth it to wear something that felt like cheating when the relationship they were building had just started to feel real.

“Will you watch me sing? When we’re back home, I mean?” The siren’s voice was sleepy, the words soft, but the note of hope her voice held was unmistakable. “Not every time, I mean, but—I think all I ever wanted was someone who was there watching me succeed.”

Kevin’s arm tightened around Penny, pulled her close against her, and the snuggled in close. “I would like nothing more.”