Ahhhhh-la-la-laaaaa!

"Alright, Mozart," Brian grunted, a filthy grin splitting his face. "Time to unblock that creative flow."

He tipped the pitcher, letting a thick, golden stream of oil splash directly into the valley of her breasts.

The cool liquid pooled on her sternum before trickling down her ribs and over her flat stomach.

Melody twitched.

“Cold,” she muttered. “Also sticky. Also I still do not see how this helps a symphony. And my name is Melody, not… Moztard!”

“Trust the process,” Brian said.

Then, he descended on her.

He slapped his hands down onto her chest, gripping both of her firm, bouncy tits.

The feeling of real, naked, oiled female flesh under his hands was intoxicating.

He squeezed them, mashing the soft tissue together, slicking the oil all over her areolas and her stiffening pink nipples.

"Oh!" Melody let out a startled little breath, her teal eyes fluttering. "That... that feels funny! It's like... I don’t know, like my body… It’s all tingly!"

"Just relax," Brian growled, his thumbs finding her hard nipples. He started rolling them back and forth, pinching the sensitive nubs.

Standing nearby, Flora clasped her hands together, bouncing on her heels with innocent excitement. "Isn't it amazing, Melody? That funny feeling is the stress leaving your body! Just wait, it gets so much better. I felt so nice and special when he did it to me! I still think about it when I knead dough."

Brian was having trouble holding back.

His massive, three-hundred-pound frame was vibrating with raw, unfiltered lust.

He had spent his entire life in a dark basement, jerking off into crusty socks to pixelated cartoons, and now he was elbow-deep in a gorgeous, naked bard’s oiled tits while a second hot chick cheered him on.

He mashed Melody’s tits together and spread them apart. He slapped one lightly just to watch it jiggle. Oil flew.

"Ow! Hey!" Melody yelped, her eyes snapping open. She tried to squirm away from his hands. "Brian, that stings! Owie!"

"It's just part of the process," Brian lied effortlessly, not loosening his grip for a second. "The creative blockage is really deep in there. I have to break it up. No pain, no gain, right?"

Her skin was turning pink under his hands. Her nipples were tight little peaks, shiny with oil. Every time he tugged them she made another sound, higher than the last, like her body was trying to find a key.

Melody bit her lip, her face flushing a deep, vibrant pink. "Okay... okay. Just… be caref- ouchie!"

After pinching her nipples for a full depraved minute, he dragged his oiled hands down her torso, tracing the athletic lines of her stomach, his fingers grazing the top of the neat, copper-red patch of hair between her legs.

"Oh, Melody," Flora chirped, leaning over the piano to get a better look. "Just wait until he massages your pee-hole! That's when the really, really good feelings happen! It's like fireworks in your tummy!"

Melody’s eyes widened, her face turning even redder. "My... my pee-hole? Why would massaging my pee-hole help me write a song?"

"It's the center of your body's harmony," Brian said smoothly, his eyes locked on her pink, virgin slit peeking through the red curls.

He was going to rub her clit, just like he did with Flora. He was going to make her squirt all over her precious piano.

But as his hand hovered over her wet, waiting pussy, a deep, primal greed overtook him.

He had already given a clit rub.

Been there, done that.

He was a God in this world. He deserved more. He deserved the real thing.

His virginity had survived two decades, a heart attack, and a conversation with God.

It was time for that sad little stat to die.

"Actually," Brian said, pulling his hands back and wiping the excess oil onto his yellow tunic. "Your blockage is a lot tougher than I thought. A regular hand massage isn't going to cut it."

"It's not?" Melody asked, looking worried. "Is my music gone forever?"

"No," Brian said, his voice dropping to a dark, husky register. "But the true stress... the real root of your artistic block... is buried deep inside your pee-hole. Deep inside. And my hands can't reach it."

Flora gasped. "Oh no! What do we do?"

Brian grinned, a greasy, predatory smirk that would have sent any normal woman running for the hills. "Happily, I brought the exact right tool for the job."

Without another word, Brian reached down, unlaced his sage-green pants, and let them drop to his ankles.

His massive, thick, vein-covered cock sprang free.

It was angry, red, and throbbing, jutting out from his fat pubic mound like a fleshy baseball bat.

A thick bead of pre-cum oozed from the slit, dripping onto the floor.

Melody and Flora both stared at it in utter bewilderment.

"What... what is that?" Melody asked, tilting her head. "It looks like an angry flute!"

"Is that a growth?" Flora asked, leaning closer, completely devoid of fear or disgust. "Does it hurt?"

"It's a blockage remover," Brian explained, his heart pounding in his ears. He stepped between Melody's spread legs, pushing her toned thighs wider apart until she was completely open to him. "It's a special tool that everybody in my homeland has. It goes inside your pee-hole and pushes all the bad energy out."

Melody sat up on her elbows. Her oiled tits slid sideways.

“You want to put that inside me.”

“Yes.”

“It will not fit.”

“It will.” Brian argued. “And you are going to take every inch of it for art.”

He climbed onto the piano.

The instrument groaned under his weight. A low, unhappy chord rang out from the strings inside as the lid flexed. Melody scooted back an inch, then stopped, because Flora put a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“It is okay,” Flora said. “Brian made me feel so good. If this is the advanced version, it must be even better. Think of your symphony.”

Melody looked at Brian’s cock. Then at Flora. Then at the ceiling.

“If this ruins my vocal cords I am blaming both of you.”

Brian lined himself up.

The head of his cock kissed her slick little slit. She was wet already, whether she understood it or not. Oil and her own juices made a shiny mess between her thighs. He pushed.

Resistance.

Tight. Stupidly tight. The kind of tight that only exists in virgins and bad hentai and, apparently, candy worlds where nobody fucks.

Melody’s mouth fell open.

“Oh. Oh that is... that is a lot of pressure. That- That can’t be possibly meant to fit- fit theeeerre!!”

He shoved.

Her hymen gave with a soft, wet pop.

Melody screamed.

It was not a scream of terror. It was a high, ringing, perfectly pitched note that rattled the windows. Her hands slapped the piano lid. Her legs kicked once, twice, then locked around nothing.

“Fuuuuck,” Brian groaned.

He was in.

He was actually in.

"Aaaah! Ow, aaah!!" Melody screamed, her hands flying down to push at his waist.

A real pussy. Hot. Clamping. Velvet-tight around his shaft like it was trying to strangle him.

The resistance of her unbroken hymen met the head of his cock, but Brian didn't stop. He gritted his teeth, grabbed her hips, and drove his three-hundred-pound weight forward, tearing right through the barrier.

He sank to the hilt, burying his entire shaft inside her untouched cunt.

Melody’s back bowed off the piano in shock. "Ahhh! Brian! It hurts! It feels like I'm splitting apart!"

"It's just the blockage breaking!" Brian roared, the feeling of her tight, wet walls clamping around his dick sending waves of mind-melting ecstasy through his brain.

Smack.

The sound of his fat pubic bone hitting her toned ass cheeks was the best music he had ever heard.

He started pumping, establishing a ruthless, heavy rhythm. He drove his meat in and out of her tight virgin pussy, stretching her out, forcing her to take every inch of his filthy, degenerate cock.

He could feel every twitch.

Every pulse.

Her inner walls fluttered around him in confused little spasms, trying to figure out what the hell had just been shoved inside the pee-hole.

Thank you, God, Brian thought, almost dizzy. You absolute moron. You sent me here to learn about friendship and I just popped my cherry in a bard.

Best punishment ever.

He started pumping.

He pulled back, the wet shhhhluck sound echoing in the apartment, and slammed his hips forward again.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Melody cried out in panic with every thrust.

His hips slammed forward. The piano made another wounded sound. Melody’s tits bounced in slick, oily circles. Every thrust punched a new noise out of her.

“Ah. Ah. Ah-ah-ah—”

The ah’s started lining up. Rhythm. Pitch. She was humming between them, some broken little melody that rose every time he bottomed out.

“She is singing,” Flora whispered, awed. “Brian, you were right. The music is coming out.”

“Told you,” Brian grunted.

He fucked her harder.

The piano lid was slick with oil. Melody slid an inch with every thrust. Her copper twin tails whipped. Her teal eyes had gone unfocused, glassy, like she was listening to something very far away.

Brian decided this was not enough.

He had two women in the room. He had waited his whole disgusting life for this. He could have everything he wanted.

And right now, he wanted his first ever threesome.

“Flora,” he barked. “Get up here. Suck her nipple.”

Flora blinked.

“Suck it?”

“Yes. Put it in your mouth. Lick it. It helps the blockage move. Trust me. I am the expert.”

Once Flora realizes she could actually do something to help, she did not hesitate. She climbed onto the piano beside Melody, leaned down, and took Melody’s left nipple between her lips like she was tasting frosting.

“Mmm,” Flora said around it. “Melody tastes funny. Salty. And like almonds. And a little like skin. Is that normal?”

“It’s the oil, dumbass,” Brian panted. “Keep sucking. Harder.”

Flora sucked, paying no notice to Brian’s insult.

Melody’s humming broke into a ragged moan. Her hand flew up and tangled in Flora’s chestnut hair, not pushing her away, just holding on. Flora, ever helpful, switched nipples. She licked. She nipped. She made little curious sounds like she was reviewing a new pastry.

Brian watched the two of them and almost lost it on the spot.

Flora’s body bent over Melody’s naked one. A baker’s mouth on a bard’s tit. Oil everywhere. His cock slamming in and out of a pussy that had never known anything but pee.

He rammed deeper.

Melody’s humming got louder. Actual notes now. A rising phrase. Then another. She was composing with her cunt.

He was in absolute paradise. He was balls-deep in a tight, wet virgin, while another smoking-hot virgin was enthusiastically sucking her tit right in front of him.

It was a live-action hentai, and he was the star.

He fucked Melody harder, his thrusts becoming sloppy and desperate. The tight grip of her pussy was milking him dry. He could feel the pressure building in his balls, a massive, explosive load ready to launch.

He was about to impregnate this candy-land bimbo, but he had no idea how reproduction actually worked here. What if his Earth-cum reacted with their weird biology and spawned some kind of horrible, fat candy-monster?

Better safe than sorry.

"I'm breaking the blockage!" Brian roared, his whole body trembling. "It's coming out!"

He grabbed Melody's hips and pulled his meat out of her squelching, stretched-out cunt just as his balls clamped down.

Without missing a beat, he reached out and grabbed a fistful of Flora's chestnut hair.

He shoved her face down between Melody’s thighs.

Flora’s mouth landed right on Melody’s dripping, freshly-fucked pussy. Before she could even make a confused noise, Brian rammed his cock between her lips.

“Mmph!”

He used her.

He fucked Flora’s mouth over Melody’s cunt, the head of his cock sliding over Melody’s clit on the way in, then punching into Flora’s throat. Flora gagged. Her hazel eyes watered. She did not pull away.

“Good girl,” Brian growled. “Drink it. That is the leftover blockage. Very important. Swallow every drop.”

He came.

Hard.

A thick, violent rope of cum blasted into Flora’s mouth. Then another. Then another. He held her there, grinding, pumping, painting her tongue and the back of her throat while the overflow spilled out around his shaft and dripped onto Melody’s open, twitching pussy.

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Melody hit her peak at the same time.

A massive gush of slick, clear fluid erupted from her pussy, soaking the polished wood of her piano and splattering across the sheet music scattered nearby.

"Ahhhhh-la-la-laaaaa!" Melody hummed a beautiful, perfect crescendo, her body shuddering violently.

And then, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she completely passed out, her arms going limp against the piano keys, creating a discordant, heavy CLANG.

Brian finally pulled his softening dick out of Flora's mouth, panting heavily, his massive chest heaving.

Flora sat back on her heels, coughing slightly.

Thick, white cum was smeared across her lips and dripping down her chin. She swallowed hard, looking at Melody's unconscious form with wide, worried hazel eyes.

"Oh dear," Flora mumbled, her mouth still sticky with his jizz. "Brian... is she dead? Did the bad energy kill her?"

Brian wiped his sweaty forehead, a smug, utterly satisfied grin on his face as he looked at the passed-out bard and her cum-soaked piano.

"Don't worry about her, Flora," the fresh non-virgin chuckled, tucking his dick back into his pants. "I have a very strong feeling that when she wakes up, she's going to write a fucking masterpiece."

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