Friends are for getting off?

I am slick with sweat. The heat within me tugs at my thoughts, making me forget what I’m supposed to be doing. Focusing. Focusing on the mission, I tell myself. But then I see him.

Sabastian is bent over a well crafted net tying some finishing touches it's several meters wide and has holes just large enough to fit a hand through. The way he looks when he’s focused on the net, the way his shoulder muscles, barely exposed by his vest shift... stir something within me. This is just part of the plan. It's the side effects of the divine blessing. It’s nothing personal. I can’t let it be. I can’t afford distractions now. Focus. My rebellious mind wanders... to what lies beneath his ill fitting vest as he finishes his work. Once he finishes his final tie I say, "I'm impressed, you look quite good... I mean your net looks excellent."

Sabastian blushes a bit at my inadvertent complement then looks down at the net he had just completed. "Yeah, I can't wait to put Lucas in his place. Needed to make sure the net would hold."

Good, he doesn't seem to notice my slipping control. I respond with a grin "Yeah that's a good idea, We should test the net to make sure it can hold a Satyr."

He responds without thinking, "If only we could find a test subject".

"Oh that, you should do. Assuming you're able to rise to the challenge." I look him straight in the eyes with a predatory grin.

His earlier nervousness returns as he stammers nervously, "You're not... not going back on our deal are you?"

I feel the heat in my body surge, his nervousness is... really cute. Getting into the mood I purr, "No, we're just being through in our preparations, and helping out a friend."

I wink as I push him onto his back and start fastening him beneath the net he had just finished. "A friend. Huh, well if you're sure this will help", he says his tone sounding resigned but hopeful at the promise of friendship.

I finish tying done the net an turn to look at him in the eyes. Was he really so blind to the current situation? I guess years of being bullied can hold a guy back. Lets... work on that. "You know Lucas is full of shit right."

"What... I mean yes, but what's your point." He asks somewhat confused.

I stretch my arms above my head, which pulls my tunic tight against my body as I languidly respond, "Well the whole bit about you not having game..."

He barks out a laugh in self deprecation, "Yeah right I'm the last man anyone would want."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that... and we can't have that attitude if you're going to beat Lucas this evening. You'd be surprised at what confidence can do." I approach him, tension building with each step.

"What... what are you suggesting?" He asks, his face redder then I've ever seen it.

I straddle his thighs. His legs feel surprisingly firm beneath my soft thighs and lean down to his ear trapped beneath the net and whisper, "I mean neither of us can be distracted or lack confidence for tonight's mission. Let me help you out bro."

I hear his breathing hitch for a moment then I sit back up. I squeeze his legs with my own and I feel a flash of heat inside my core. The heat inside me isn’t just physical. It’s something deeper, something I don’t fully understand. I want to take control of this moment, but I can’t help but wonder... Am I still the person I was before? Or is this just the power I’ve been given, twisting me into someone else.

Something changes in Sabastian's eyes and I swear I see a glimmer of understanding. He responds, "I see, for the mission..."

I start to shift my hips back and forth in a deliberately slow motion. I feel his leg muscles tighten and relax with the motion of my hips. His eyes are no longer bashful, and I feel his intense gaze on my chest. I feel myself heat up, and my chest feels tight. Sabastian’s hands curl into the ground beneath him, trapped beneath the net he'd woven. I feel the tension in his body, the heat in mine, and the way his gaze lingers on my chest. My chest heats up under his gaze and my tunic suddenly feels to tight and stifling.

I breathing slowly becomes heavier, and I start to lift my top and notice his gaze intensify as I feel my tunic catch on my large breasts as I left it. I grin at his reaction and sway side to side as I gradually lift my tunic till my breasts pop free. My vision is momentarily blocked as I pull the top over my head, and I close my eyes as I feel a pressure against my crotch. I feels soooo good. I keep my eyes closed and continue to grind back and forth enjoying the sliding sensation against my sex through my leggings. I worry that opening my eyes will ruin the sensation with unwanted thoughts, so I keep them shut as I grind.

"You're so beautiful" I hear Sabastian groan as I grind against him. The gratitude and longing in his voice snapping me out of my moment of self-doubt.

Slowly I open my eyes and look down. My large breasts and perky nipples are slick with sweat and slowly bounce as I shift my hips. Sabastian has a look of admiration on his face, and I look down to admire his now revealed chest. His vest really was doing him no favors, and I feel my pussy tighten as I run my hands down his chest. I then notice the bulge in his breeches. I breath halts momentarily, as the bulge is almost as long as my thigh.

I then laugh, "No wonder Lucas feels so threatened by you... mind if I take it out?"

"Only if I can see yours." He responds with warmth and affection. Affection... fuck... as hot as this situation is... I'm not ready for that. But I'm not ready to stop either.

Then I comes to me. I turn around to face away from him and stick my ass up as I bend down. I then start to tease him by slowly shimmying out of my bottoms. Revealing my curvy ass one small tug at a time. I feel his breaths synchronize with my tugs as he kicks off his breeches. Soon we are both naked with me facing away from him. The taught excitement of his cock is firm against my stomach. I take some shaky deep breaths.

This is just for the mission.

• I sit up.

Just to scratch an itch.

• I position him against my entrance.

It's not personal, just helping a bro out.

• I feel pressure mental and physical to the contrary.

I'm in control of my emotions.

• I feel almost no resistance as his cocks head begins to enter me.

His smile can't open me up, I'm not even facing him.

• I feel a final barrier tear as I slide down his length.

Fuck, I feel full.

• I can't...

All of the pressure for the last few days is pushed from my mind as I feel my ass slap against his hips. I let out an involuntary groan as I take him completely inside me. I grin as I hear small gasping breaths leave Sabastian's lips. He starts to say something but I squeeze my hips, and words fail him as he lets out a groan. The firmness of his girth inside me feels exquisite stretching the muscles of my pussy. In my best sultry voice I ask, "You ready?"

"Yes", hear him gasp out. I snicker imagining what a great view of my ass he must be getting as I begin to move my hips. I start off slowly, each rock of my hips attempting to take him deeper and deeper inside me. I rotate my hips at the end of each rock to stimulate the underside of his cock. Knowledge of my old bodies preferences allowing me to do an especially good job. I lower my hand to my clit and feel a shudder run through me as I touch it a bit to firmly. Fuck, I'll need to be careful if I want to stay in control.

I resume riding his cock, slowly increasing speed while I gingerly touch my clit. Sabastian starts to buck against me as our hips slap together louder and louder. The bouncing motion feels more and more natural. However, without a bra the bouncing of my breasts is starting to get out of control as we speed up. Suddenly I feel a pair of hands grab my breasts and I let out a gasp as I continue to ride. I look back and see Sebastian with an infuriating smug look. The net holes were just large enough to reach his arms through. I feel my own face heat for once and I look away as he continues to grope me. Fuck he can't get the best of me like that... I'll show him.

I suddenly start to slam my hips down with all the speed I can muster, and I lower my hand from my clit to massage his balls. His hands grip on my breasts tighten as he starts to gasp and shake beneath me. I can feel his balls start to tighten as I use my finger to milk them gently. He starts to shake, barely maintaining control. "Stop holding back, I need your seed now!" I growl as I give his balls a final squeeze. I feel him cumming undone, his balls repeatedly tightening as he fills me to the brim. I love the control, the validation, the moment. It's so good, I might just...

I feel lighting run through me starting at my pussy and spreading to all parts of me as I convulse on top on Sabastian's cock. I feel him pump heat into me as I pummel his hips into the rock. I try to hold it back but let out a primal scream as I feel his heat spread to the deepest part of me. The whole forest could hear use and I don't care as I ride the waves of heat and pleasure. I've lost control but not my sense of self. With each shout of pleasure I announce the strength of my lust to the world. Each contraction of my pussy shaking me to the core. Gradually my riding motions slow, my hips slick with sweat and leaking cum. My muscles burn with exertion and the satisfaction of a VERY good workout.

I take deep shuddering breaths in the aftermath as I rest my hips on top of Sabastian. I feel his cock still occasionally twitch inside me as he basks in the aftermath of me rocking his world. Maybe he rocked mine a bit too... I blush at the thought... Mercifully, I'm still facing away from him for now.