How The Tides Change

Sam enjoyed the carriage ride to the Rose-Crowned Court; she relaxed and felt safe with her eyes closed and head resting against Mark’s shoulder. If the ride had been a bit longer, she felt that she might have nodded off in this position. Maybe I should pretend to have nodded off; he might carry me inside then. Like his princess. Sam, get a grip, you aren’t some damsel in distress. She reluctantly got up as the carriage came to a stop and walked arm in arm with Mark to his bedroom. Along the way, she said, “Wow, this place is a lot bigger than our suites. Have you checked out the other rooms yet?”

“No, I haven’t really had time. I think I’ll ask Freya to give me a rundown next time I see her, maybe of anywhere else she thinks I should be aware of as well.” They reached the end of the hall, and Mark opened the door to the Master’s suite. “Well, here we are. What do you think?”

“Not as ostentatious as I would have thought, given the naked statues of us girls at the fountain outside and the shopping district. I would have thought it would have been more, well, more lewd.”

“Yeah, that was my first thought too, but it’s nice, and I like how the floating lantern’s bobbing illuminates the room.” With a more serious tone, Mark continued. “So you wanted to talk about what happened to you. Do you want to do that now, or wait until later?”

Sam sighed with nerves in her chest. “Let’s do it now, I don't want to chicken out later.”

“You don’t have to push yourself.”

“I know, I want to do this, I think it will help, it did when I told Allie.”

“Okay, let’s sit, and I’ll listen.” So they moved to a rather plush half-circle couch large enough to fit the whole Harem comfortably with a round table in the middle.

Sam sat just a bit away from Mark. While she felt safe with him, she wanted space to tell this story. She felt a need to be in control of her surroundings, which meant Mark not being in reach. So she began to tell the same story she told Allie: The initial hazing, about how she had been **** and **** by three of her fellow cadets. The aftermath where the cadets were discharged but not prosecuted, so she could pursue her career, because they were too well-connected.

With tears in her eyes, but maintaining her composure, she pressed on as she shifted subtly, moving ever so slightly closer to Mark. “So, after that, most of my relationships didn’t end up working out because I couldn’t really be intimate with someone, or rather, I couldn’t let them be intimate with me. I freaked out the next time I tried to be with my boyfriend at the time. He tried to be understanding, wanting to know what was wrong, but I just couldn’t discuss it. Eventually, he told me that if I wasn’t willing to even talk to him about what the issue was, he didn’t see how we could be together. I never told him. I don’t know if he ever found out or not, either. I sort of regret that. He was nice, kind, gentle, and he didn’t get upset when I freaked out. Honestly, you and he have a lot in common.” She chuckled softly through her tears. “Guess I have a bit of a type. But I get it, your girlfriend freaks out, kicks you in the dick, and looks at you in terror, and then even months later won’t talk to you about why. I resented him at the time, but he wasn’t wrong to end it, to want to be intimate, and to understand what happened.” Sam scooted just a bit closer and reached out her hand on the cushions towards Mark, and he gently held her hand in his. “It’s why I wanted to do this, because I didn’t want you to misunderstand. Because I think if I had told him, he would have been understanding like you are now. I don’t want another regret because of this. Those bastards have taken enough from me; they won’t take more.”

“I’m honestly still a little worried about how I’ll react, even with the couple of girlfriends I had after the second they started touching me intimately, I freaked out too. I want to try being with you, Allie, too if that’s okay.” Mark just nodded, not wanting to interrupt. “Just, if I panic, please know that I don’t want to hurt you or anything, and it isn’t your fault.” Mark gave another reassuring nod.

They sat there in silence for a few minutes just holding hands. Mark, not wanting to speak, just wanting to be there for her. He waited until she was ready for whatever she wanted to do next. Eventually, she moved closer to him, leaned her body into his, and rested her head against his chest. He slowly wrapped her in a soft embrace. “Thank you, Mark, for listening and letting me come to you. It is still kind of early for dinner. Do you maybe want to watch a movie and cuddle?”

“That sounds great. Any preferences, either specific movies or genres?”

“Pick your favorite, as long as it isn’t a military movie. Maybe not a pure action flick either.”

“Fair enough, hmm, I wonder how we are supposed to control the TV. I don't see a remote.” Like magic, a tablet appeared on the table at his words.

Sam looked at the tablet, “Still can’t believe magic is real.”

“Are you cool with anime?”

“I guess? I haven’t really watched much, but they’re essentially Japanese cartoons, and I liked plenty of cartoon movies, so why not?”

“Great, so I got three ideas as to what to start with, all Ghibli films, think Disney but better with more emotional depth. Are you up for romance, or would you prefer something else?”

“Romance is fine.”

“Alright then, we’ll start with Howl’s Moving Castle.” While Mark set up the movie, Sam went to the kitchenette and found a bowl and popcorn, and started to make it. Mark found a soft blanket for them to cuddle under and found that the tablet had a dimmer for the lanterns, which he turned down real low. Sam returned, cuddled up close, placing the popcorn in Mark’s lap, and they watched the movie start.

“Okay, that was great. I don’t think the comparison to Disney is fair, though. To the Ghibli films, that is. Especially if they are all this good.”

“There’s one or two that I care for less, but even those are of this quality. I just think the story doesn’t appeal to my tastes.”

“How many more are there?”

“Like 20+ feature films and I think a few TV series. Though Miyazaki did work on a few other things before founding Studio Ghibli that are also worth a watch.”

“Well, we are definitely going to be watching the rest. That’s for sure.”

“That’s cool with me, I might just make an otaku out of you, yet. And maybe we can either get a group watch party going or try watching one after our future dates.”

“Either is fine with me, though… if we do a combination, could you save the more romantic ones for us? And what’s an otaku?”

“Think nerd or geek, but Japanese. You fill up on popcorn, or want some actual food?”

“Real food, please. I’m starving.” Mark got up to see what they had when he received a text from Freya.

Freya: Master Mark, I apologize for not informing you earlier. There is a tablet in the room that allows you to request pretty much anything, including meals. Normally, I would have handled this for you, but I have had my hands a little full today with Allie. I am sorry for the inconvenience.

Mark: Thank you, Freya, and it’s fine, nothing to apologize for. Also, thank you for helping with Allie. Is there anything I should be concerned about there?

Freya: Nothing that won’t resolve itself with time. The girls have requested I not share with you what happened, and unless you order me to (please don’t), I am going to respect their wishes. It will be obvious tomorrow, assuming you come to breakfast.

Mark: Okay… I don’t like the sound of that, but fine, I’ll trust you.

Freya: It will be fine, Hilde is here helping me, and everyone is safe. Please enjoy the rest of your date with Lady Samantha.

Freya: Also, if I might be so bold, I would like to suggest one of my butler uniforms for you to assign as Samantha’s uniform for the round. You can find my room in the west wing, the largest door at the end of the hall. I have a few versions with skirts, but I prefer to wear pants typically. I believe she would look dashing in such a uniform, and it would allow her a fairly normal, albeit formal look.

Mark was a bit concerned but decided he would focus on Sam tonight and deal with whatever happened with the others tomorrow.

“Who was that?” Sam asked about the notification.

“Freya, I was wondering about food, and she simply responded. I kind of hope that was Cassandra nudging her and not her having an ability to know when she has a duty to perform. Anyway, she said that the tablet allows us to place a food order. Also, something is going on with the others, but Freya is being cryptic. She also offered to let you have one of her uniforms and suggested I assign it as your uniform.”

“Well, it is stylish, but I can’t wear pants.”

“You can’t wear non-skin-tight pants, plus she says she has a few skirts for the uniform, but doesn’t really care for them.”

“That might work. Then I can go meet ASTRID’s sister, Maja, later and see what a custom job entails and maybe try that next week. Assuming I can afford it.”

“She said her room was at the end of the hall in the west wing, the largest door. If you want to go take a look to see if you want it, I’ll look at getting us dinner. You just want to see me try on more form-fitting clothes.”

“DRAT! My dastardly scheme has been exposed. How will I ever get you into revealing clothing now?” Giving her a once-over as he said that.

“Har, Har. Might as well go take a look.” Sam sauntered off to the west wing to go look at Freya’s clothes. Mark was transfixed to Sam’s back until she walked out of sight, and then he finally got to ordering dinner.

Mark found so many options and decided to continue with a bit of the unintentional theme, running through their date, they fought with Bo staffs, two of the outfits Sam had tried on were from anime or anime games, a Ghibli film, so why not continue with a good old-fashioned Japanese hot pot? It took a few minutes to arrive; apparently, even magic had its limits, or Cassandra did it for comedic timing, as just after the hot pot and dishes appeared on the table, Mark heard a knock at the door.

“Sir, may I come in?” Mark was confused. It was clearly Samantha, but why was she speaking like that?

Wait, is she trying to roleplay? “Come in?” he replied, more a question than a statement.

Samantha entered, in one of Freya’s uniforms, but with a skirt instead of pants, and also fitting more snugly than Freya’s uniform did. She strode over to Mark and gave a slight bow, placing a hand over her breast. Drawing attention to her now considerable cleavage and Mark was pretty sure it was on purpose. “I was wondering if you would give me your opinion, Sir, on what you think about my new uniform.”

“Okay, wait a second. Look, this is — actually, I am not going to finish that thought. Are you intentionally roleplaying a butler, or is something affecting you?”

Sam was confused for the briefest of moments, “Oh, yeah, I was just playing. Sorry if I worried you with a sudden change in behavior.”

“You did, a little, but I am just glad it was you trying something yourself and not something else.”

Sam reflected on that, “Yeah, I thought you know, with the whole premise of everything here, might as well experiment a little. I do actually want to try stuff with you later. I guess I was just setting the mood a bit.”

“Sure, and if you want to continue the roleplay, we can do that, but we need a safe word or phrase.”

“Hmm,” Sam pondered for a moment, “How about Mushu? And yes, I would like to continue the roleplay.”

“Okay, but before we begin, I want to remind you that asking for my opinion is dangerous for you. I am going to try to be careful with my words, but I would like you to try to be careful with your questions to me as well. I don’t want to change you accidentally, and neither of us realizes it.”

“Accidentally? Sir, are you saying you want to change me intentionally?” She said, mostly playfully slipping into the role play.

Why do I apparently have a thing for reckless women, and why do I not discourage this behavior more? Mark decided not to respond to the question, afraid it might actually open her up to being changed. “Samantha, would you please eat with me? We can discuss setting your goals, as my assistant butler, we need to make sure you know what the expectations are and have a way to manage your progress on the job.”

“If that is your wish, Sir.” Samantha moved to sit across from Mark with the hot pot between them. “Sir, if I may, where are the utensils?”

“Well, if you really need a fork, I’m sure we can find you one, but hot pot is traditionally eaten with chopsticks and a spoon for the broth.”

“I have never used chopsticks before, Sir.”

“Don’t worry, it isn’t that hard. Just hold them like this,” Mark held up his hand to show the proper placement between the fingers. “And then bring them together like this, and you can pick up the food; it is fairly simple, and you don’t actually need much ****, that is what a lot of people mess up.”

Samantha followed his instructions, but felt determined to master using them. She struggled at first but noted what did and didn’t work throughout the meal as they discussed her goal to set for the round.

“Does, Sir, have anything in mind for my goal? I have a few ideas, but would like some guidance on what you think it should be.”

“I’m of two minds. On one hand, I think something super simple, basic, and definitively measurable. The other way is to make one of the things you're working on perfecting already as a goal, since you are going to do that anyway, but it could end up pushing you to perfect that a lot quicker than currently. I think the first one also has the risk of adding to your list of things to perfect. Like, if we set the goal as a sex act, you wouldn’t be satisfied until you perfect doing that act, would you? That would likely be true of most things.”

“So either add to the list or possibly compound the effect.”

“Well, adding to the list could still compound the effect on that. If we don’t have a clear delimiter for ending the goal. A very clear one that is objective and measurable, with as little wiggle room as possible. Personally, I think working on one of the simple things to perfect is the better way to go. But we could pick something super mundane, instead.”

“I was wondering if you had a particular option that you would like me to work on from that list I need to perfect, Sir. Also, I feel like I should add that, since earlier, getting you to listen to me properly, and learning to use chopsticks properly have been added to the list.”

Mark facepalmed. “Okay, well, we are definitely going to have to do something about this before it gets out of control. Maybe we can find something in the shop. I thought that this would be one of the worst TFs that had been given out, but didn’t realize just how bad.”

“Well, Sir,—”

“Mushu. Please, I don’t want to roleplay while having this discussion. It is really distracting.”

“Sure, Mark, I understand. As I was saying, I’ll have a look in the store, but also want to say, besides following Allie’s Walkthrough, I don’t actually mind the idea of perfecting the rest of them, eventually. I am less concerned with her Walkthrough specifically. I am more concerned about the snowballing of things because of it, like what if I have to do something I really don’t want to, to follow Allie’s plan. But you're right, I might end up picking something up, to perfect that I really don’t want to. But could you answer my question? You diverged when I asked which one you had in mind.”

“I don’t want to influence your decision and get you to pick something I want because I want it.”

“I literally have to get your input. And it seems that means an actual specific recommendation for the goal.”

“Sam, I don’t really want to tell you the one I want you to pick. If you want to know what one I think you should pick, that is better but. I’m not as good a person as all of you think, Sam. I just have years of practice at self-restraint.”

“I don’t agree, at least with the first part, and the second part is apparent.” Sam’s voice was tight, a new edge creeping in that Mark seemed not to fully register. Sam was getting slightly annoyed with Mark’s pity party these past few days. “Look, I hope you won’t think worse of them, but Allie told us that you were a horny pervert and Talia might have let it slip that she called you a degenerate pervert to your face and that you actually agreed with her. So what if you have some lewd thoughts? People have them; it’s your actions that matter. Your character.”

“Really? Because I’m ashamed of some of my thoughts, and the fact that I do somewhat want them. I have been very carefully holding back, because I am afraid of just what part of me wants. What I might do with there being fewer consequences.”

“Well, you haven’t taken advantage of us when you could have, right? Not saying that is a high moral bar or anything, but it’s true, right? “Sam was well past annoyed and getting angry. “You haven’t intentionally used our TFs to manipulate us, right?”

“You mean besides at the store earlier, where I very specifically did just that. Without your consent, because I thought it was needed? Because I thought I knew what was best, what you would want.” Mark said with apparent disdain with himself. “No… I don’t think so anyway.”

“Okay,” Sam said, fire in her voice, stood up, and went over and grabbed Mark by the front of his shirt. “Shut up and listen, bucko, and listen good. Let’s make a few things clear. First, yeah, you probably should have asked before trying to reinforce an idea in my head, but I would have asked for you to reinforce that idea in a heartbeat. Because, yes, I am afraid of losing myself, of becoming someone that the me of two days ago would look at and not only not see herself but see someone she would loathe to become. Yes, I’ve changed, but right now it has been essentially for the better. I got scared in the store because I felt a momentary loss of control. But actually thinking about all the things I need to perfect, all the changes that I have undergone in the last three days, you know, the only one I am actually upset about? It’s not being able to wear SOME NORMAL FUCKING PANTS.”

Sam was on a tirade not to be stopped. “I told you what happened to me. Do you realize how badly that fucked up my life? I have one person, ONE.” Sam shouted, and her voice remained raised, “That I would call a friend, that isn’t immediate family. I lost contact or pushed away pretty much everyone else, and she is my friend because she is a goddamn saint and put up with my crap long enough for me to heal some after what happened. I have had no success in making any new relationships in the more than ten years since I was attacked, romantic or otherwise, and now the person I spent the most time with outside of work, who was my best friend and father, is dead. I buried him right before being brought on this show, with hardly any time to grieve.”

Sam pushed Mark away from her, not quite slamming him into the back of his chair. And started pacing back and forth as she continued to nearly yell her words. “But you know what has happened in the last three days? Huh? Well, let me tell you from my perspective.”

“One, I was put in a completely utter bullshit situation by being on this show.”

“Two, I’m **** to be with some guy I barely know, AND I have to share him.”

“THREE, If I don’t play along, I’ll probably end up as some kind of masochist or worse.”

“All that is complete and utter bullshit, so is the punishment I got from Cassandra, but I don’t make the fucking rules. Life isn’t fair. If it were, I wouldn’t have been ****, and those three bastards would be dead, and none of us would be on this show. I don’t have fucking control over this, neither do you.”

“And if you’re so goddamn concerned about crossing boundaries, I would think long and hard if it is your place to more than verbally chastise Flora, because Laura wasn’t the only one to notice how the two of you interacted at breakfast, and we all know what happened to some extent. So get the fuck over yourself. Yes, you're being **** here, too, I told the others as much. But you’re being **** by guilt of what would happen to us, and maybe a desire to protect Allie from the Audience. You know what happens to you if you tell the rest of us, 'Fuck off. I’m going to be with Allie, and that’s it.' Nothing. Maybe the audience warps Allie to punish you, but YOU would be fine.”

Sam took a few deep breaths, as Mark was very wisely not interrupting during her pause, but rather looking cowed in his chair. Then her voice softened but only a little and lowered in volume to a near whisper as she walked over to Mark, put one hand on the table and the other on the back of his turned chair, boxing him in, and got right up in his face with a steely glare. “You know what doesn’t upset me. In the past few days, I have made friends with a bunch of people, some more than others, but I consider all of them friends. Frankly, I credit Laura with most of that, but a large part was you. The two of you made sure that we all got together and cooperated and got us to look past how Cassandra framed the situation of this being a competition, to all of us being a team, including you. I have made large strides to get past a trauma I thought would never heal. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night, screaming from reliving that. I was able to actually talk about it with two different people. I tried therapy before, but I couldn’t do it, couldn’t open up. Was it magic that made it easier? Yes. So what? I’ve wanted this, to reclaim this part of me, for so long. If I can actually move past it completely... Well, I won’t say that this will all have been worth it, but that alone would be substantial compensation.”

Sam backed away and sat down, with some of the wind leaving her sails. Her voice returned to a normal volume, “But that’s the thing, I don’t think that is the only thing I am going to get out of this. Did you notice that Talia is the only person here actively opposed to being with a woman? Sure, Ellen, Chloe, and Aubrey all said they were straight, but Chloe is actively interested in Aubrey, Aubrey isn’t opposed to the idea, she just hasn’t considered it, and Ellen doesn’t mind; it just isn’t something she is going to pursue, though that might change after the other night. Yes, we are going to have a relationship, but so far, outside of you being a thick-headed, well-meaning dork, who is inside his head too much, I like you. Frankly, I actually kind of like you being a well-meaning dork. So, yeah, if I play along, maybe I will have to pick up some new hobbies, but I'll get a relationship with a guy I am starting to like. If magic is going to smooth things along a little, I’m okay with that. I might even get to have a romantic and sexual relationship with one or more of the other members of your harem. I have wanted to find love, to be intimate with someone, for years, but I gave up a long time ago. So as fucked up as this chance is, I’m going to take it. Okay!”

“Did you know Allie kissed me this morning?” Mark's eyebrows shot up at that, “Yeah, that is why I feel the need to give her better kisses, because I don’t think she got what she deserved. You say that the TF is subjective, maybe subconscious. I doubt that there isn’t something that I've done, and not been perfect at it in the past few days, that isn’t on my list right now. Which begs the question, why? I think I have the answer. While thinking about the things on the list, there are potential problems with some of them. Yes, you COULD manipulate me. Yes, some of them COULD go poorly. But everything on the list, as far as I can tell, is something that I WANT. At least in some manner. Whether it’s that I think it will make things more bearable, like being more aware of the TFs, and getting you to listen better. Or things I desperately want, like following Allie’s Walkthrough so I can overcome my trauma. They are things I desire. I don’t know if that is a coincidence or by design. But none of them are things I don’t want at all.”

“Look, Mark, I have decided I am going to be with you. I want that to include physical intimacy at some point. Initially, I decided that because the alternative was terrifying and unacceptable to me. But my TF doesn’t make me want to perfect these things. It compels me to. You explained to us that the wording of TFs matters. Others have TFs that instill a desire; mine says compel. So my understanding is that if I want these things that the desire is mine. Would you agree?”

“Mostly? Do you have an idea how internalizing my feedback works?”

Sam thought for a moment. “I would say that it does change my understanding of things, but I don’t think it changed my wants. Like I wanted to be your partner and eventually your wife, so I started working to make those things happen. I’m a little annoyed that I can’t stop, but at least for now, I don’t want to. When you told me those things in the clothing store, I didn’t want to not be your partner and eventually your wife, but I realized my idea about what that would entail was shallow and somewhat based upon the fucked up premise of the show. I don’t think you’re wrong that you could manipulate me, but I can tell you for certain that you didn’t make me decide to accept eventually being your partner and wife; your actions have mostly made it so I am more hopeful about the prospect that you will actually treat me like that and not as a piece of meat.”

She continued, “If you recall, during the Q&A, which was BEFORE my TFs, I had said I had accepted that you and I were going to be together in some form. Cassandra being able to compel us to speak honestly and make it so we couldn’t move or talk and abduct us as she did was a strong compelling argument that we couldn’t simply overpower her and escape. You might also remember that I was willing to do just about anything to keep my sister out of this. I was absolutely willing to **** myself, let you do what you want with me, I’d hate every second of it. But I would have let it happen because I love my sister. And while I am starting to like you, I would never let my sister be put in this situation. I was just hopeful that you were the person our mutual friends back in college said you were. And so far you have lived up to that hope.”

“Sure, you made a small mistake in the store, and yes, I think it was small. And maybe you chastised Flora too much, maybe not, but I do think you trying to discipline her further would be a mistake, so I suggest you drop it. But here's the thing: both of those actions were out of concern. With Flora, you said and did those things because you were angry at Flora because she was reckless and endangered Ellen. You aren’t the only one upset with her, either. Laura chewed her out about it, apparently. You are allowed to get angry on our behalf, just don’t go overboard.”

“In the store, you were concerned that I was changing myself to fit some ideal I thought you wanted, and you acted to do what you thought would protect me. When you did that, I didn’t feel like you violated me, that you took away control, I felt like you gave it back to me, when it was slipping away. You made me feel valued, like I was worthwhile. You recognized you messed up immediately and apologized. Then stopped and asked for my consent to continue. You have been actively gentler to me than the other girls, more reserved, less forward. I have seen you flirt with some of the others, and they with you. Today was the first time that I felt like you opened up to me. You were cheeky, a bit crude at times, but you didn’t treat me like glass either. When we sparred, it didn’t feel like you just wanted to beat me, that I was something for you to overcome. It felt like you saw me as a strong, capable woman, an equal. That wasn’t something I had to try to convince you of; you just treated me that way. SO PLEASE, get over yourself. I don’t care if you’ve had **** fantasies and desires. Yeah, it’s fucked up, but it is also a common type of porn, so are a bunch of other fucked up things. What I care about are your actions. So, I am going to ask you point-blank, have you sexually assaulted anyone?”

“No.”

“Then I don’t fucking care. If you have some fucked up kinks, as long as you realize and respect that I’m not fulfilling some of them. Nod if you understand.” Mark Nodded.

“Good. Now, I am going to explain to you, Mark, what is going to happen in clear, easy-to-follow steps. First, you are going to answer my previous question and tell me which of the options you would want me to set as my goal, even if it is based upon some fucked up kink. Second, you are going to tell me which option you think I should take, even if it isn’t what you prefer. In both cases, you are only going to tell me which option and not give any justification unless I tell you otherwise. Then I am going to make my own choice as to what to set my goal as. Then I am going to go over to the bed, take the bed sheets, and tie you to this chair. Then I am going to do whatever I am comfortable with, with you. If you have a problem with something I am doing because you don’t want it, then you can use our safe word. You may request something if you want, but if I tell you to be quiet, you will be. I want you to understand that me tying you to this chair isn’t because I want to Dom you or anything. I’m doing it because with you being restrained, I think it will help me feel safer, more in control of my surroundings. More than anything, those are the things I want to feel when I am with you. Afterwards, we are going to get changed and go to bed, where you are going to spoon me until we fall asleep. Do you have a problem with any of this?”

“N—No.” Mark managed to **** out.

“Good. Because I do want to be with you. Now, tell me what I want to know.”

“I want you to select, getting us to pleasure one another. I think you should select, make out with Allie.”

“Okay, good. Now I am a little curious about why you think I should make out with Allie as my goal. Keep it brief.”

“I think you would both enjoy it, and it has a definite set end if you just make the goal to make out with her once, not to get better at making out with her.”

“Okay, fair. I had been considering that, anyway, and your point about it having an end is good. Fine, I will make that my goal this week: To make out with Allie once. Now wait here.” Sam got up, and Mark was tempted to stop the rest of her plan, but was both aroused and thought this would be good for her to be in control.

She came back with the silk bed sheet and bound him to the chair tight enough that he couldn’t move, with his hands behind the chair. She left the knot loose but kept it magically held in place with her boon. This way, Mark could get free if he needed to, but it would still take a little bit to do so. Then she straddled him, and kissed him gently at first, but began to slide her fingers through his hair and began to be more passionate. She ran her hands across his body, enjoying the feel of his body. She broke the kiss. “Dang, did you buy a good kisser boon or are you this naturally talented, Mark?”

“I guess talented? I didn’t buy anything.”

“Well, there will definitely be more of that later. But I’m going to take off your pants now.”

“Uh, please tell me why. I mean, I know why, but specifically what are you intending to do?”

Sam sighed a little, slightly apprehensive about whether she could do this next part, but not if she wanted to do it. “I am going to try touching your penis. Then, if I am comfortable with that, I am going to start giving you a handjob, and if I am comfortable with that, I might continue to a blowjob. But I’m not doing more than that. Is that a problem?” Sam said, looking directly into Mark’s eyes in a questioningly seductive tone.

“Umm, the blowjob might be an issue?” He seemed genuinely unsure.

“Might? Why?”

“Well, you saw Allie this morning. We both took some of Chloe’s candies last night. The Milked Dumbs. I’m pretty sure they are still active because I really want that blowjob you mentioned, which is what it felt like last night. I am also pretty sure my cum currently has breast growth and intelligence decreasing properties right now, Freya said she thought it would last about 24 hrs.”

“Alright, how much did you cum in her for her to get that ditzy?"

"A few times. But she also got dumber when she was milked, which was a lot.”

“Okay, so a little bit shouldn’t be that big of an issue.” Sam unzipped his pants and pulled them and his underwear down around his ankles. Okay, Sam, it’s a penis you have handled them before. She thought as she stared at his very large, erect penis. “I thought you said your penis was 7 inches erect? Because that is more than 7 inches and not by a little.”

“Umm, well, this is a first for me,” Mark said, looking down at his shaft a good 2 inches longer than it used to be and just slightly thicker. “Well, the Princely Staff Boon is supposed to turn my penis into the ideal size for any woman. I guess this is your ideal size?” Mark said questioningly.

Sam looked at him skeptically. “No woman wants it this size. Like you would definitely hit their cervix during sex.”

“Trust me, I am aware, even at my previous size, it was a problem on occasion with Allie. I would have thought it would have gotten a little smaller, to be honest, especially with your size. So I got to ask. Are you a bit of a size queen?”

“What?!”

“A size queen, you know someone who likes their dicks bigger.”

“I’ve only willingly handled three before, and well, they were all smaller than this. So I guess I don’t actually know. I guess I can’t say that I hate it being big in theory, just concerned about pain.”

“My only other theory is that it is your ideal size for what you have planned; maybe it would shrink if you wanted to have sex.”

“Maybe, we’ll find out one day, but not tonight. Okay, I’m going to start now.” Causing Mark’s dick to twitch a little.

Sam reached out and gently placed her hand on his penis.

+1 VP Penis Touched (x2 First) (Bonus could not be claimed by Allie)

She just held it there for a moment. Okay, good, not freaking out is progress. She slowly moved her hand up and down his cock, gently stroking it, teasing him a bit. She continued and then gently grasped his penis and began to give him a proper handjob. Mark began to squirm a little under her touch.

“Oh, yes, Sam, that feels good.”

Sam smiled at that. It felt nice to be able to do this with someone. She sped up her motions, trying to bring him closer but not finish him off. Unfortunately, either Sam was quite good, or Mark was rather sensitive down there, as after a couple of minutes, Mark came.

“OH GOD, SAM! YES! I’m going to cum!” He said in warning. As he ejaculated, getting a lot on Sam’s hands.

+3 VP Give Master a Handjob (x2 First)

She was a little disappointed she hadn’t stopped, as she kind of wanted to try giving him a blowjob, but wasn’t sure if she wanted to wait for him to get hard again. That’s when she noticed he was still ramrod straight. “What gives? Why are you still hard?”

“I don’t know? Maybe it changed from a grower to a shower, because I definitely feel like I should be going flaccid.”

Well, that changes things. “Do you mind if I continue? Or do you think that will just end up with you frustrated because you can’t come again?”

“I mean, it might take a little longer the following times, but once is nowhere near my limit.”

“Good to know about that stud-muffin.” She looked up at Mark and saw a contented smile across his face, and his eyes closed, seeing his chest rise and fall with large, deliberate breaths. While Mark wasn’t watching, she brought her cum covered hand up to her face and gave it a sniff, then a lick out of curiosity. Like a creme-filled donut, actually pretty good. As she licked off the rest of it from her hands.

+1 VP Swallowed Master’s Cum (x2 First)

Mark heard a licking sound and was confused, and he didn’t feel anything like that. His eyes fluttered open, seeing Sam lick her hands clean. Then she noticed him staring and blushed a little. “It’s good, okay, like a donut.”

“Aren’t you worried about the effects?” Mark asked as he saw Sam’s breasts get just a little bit bigger.

“Not overly, but it is why I am giving it a minute before continuing, though the breast growth seemed to be fairly quick to happen.” Examining her thoughts, she couldn’t really tell the difference. I mean, maybe my thoughts are a bit slower. One more dose shouldn’t hurt. Then again. “I think I’m going to stop. I don’t want to, mind you. But I have already done a lot more than I have in a good long while.” She said as she got up to untie Mark.

“That’s fine with me. Thank you, that was great. Not that I want to push, but I would feel bad to not offer. Would you like me to return the favor? We could do a similar setup on the bed if we need to.”

“Thank you for the offer, but I think I’m not ready for that. As I said, it was easier for me to be intimate with my previous girlfriends, but when they tried fingering or going down on me, I panicked. And penises were a trigger before, so the fact I was able to do this much makes me happy, but I think I would panic if we tried that. Also, I changed my mind about spooning. I want to be the big spoon, even if I am smaller.”

“Fine with me, I like being held by a pretty girl.”

“Alright, I know it’s kind of early, but I want to go to bed. Let me untie you and go get changed, and you can change into whatever you normally sleep in. Please tell me it isn’t the nude.”

“Not normally. But I have after I have had sex before. Typically, I wear shorts, and I can take or leave a shirt.”

“Leave it. Off. I want to feel you.”

So they went and got changed. Grabbed a clean pair of underwear and a pair of gym shorts and as requested, removed his shirt. Not just wanting to stand around waiting, he remade the bed and got partially under the covers to wait for Sam.

“Okay, Mark, I’m coming out, but I don’t want to hear any jokes, okay.”

What does she mean by that? Were the last thoughts from his mind for a good 30 seconds as Sam walked out of the bathroom.

Sam stepped out in a small, blue, see-through frilly nightgown that had a slight sailor aesthetic to it.

The longer Mark stared, the redder her face got, in embarrassment. Then she noticed Mark looked like a deer in headlights. “Mark?” She began taking a few nervous steps towards him. “Well, what do you think?”

“Breathtaking.” Was all he said in response, his gaze still transfixed on her slender form.

This was a stronger reaction than I had intended. Maybe I should go back and change.

“You’re beautiful. I was just shocked. Is that the outfit you didn’t want to model before?”

“Uh, Yeah. I don’t think I could have done that in the store, even if it was just us there. It just seems less exposed here in your bedroom.

“Well, I like it, but it seems like it makes you a little uncomfortable. So don’t feel like you have to wear that to bed.”

“No. No, it actually feels really nice on my skin. I usually just slept as you do, t-shirt, panties, shorts. But this feels really nice and soft. Luxurious.”

“If you’re sure, then come over and join me.”

“Could you turn around first?”

Mark obliged her. He heard a few quick steps, and then she slid under the covers right up next to him and placed her arm around his waist, and the other squished up against his back. Along with her boobs. “Today was nice,” Sam whispered into his ear. “I’m looking forward to our next date together.” They just lay there for a while, and Mark was about to drift off to sleep when Sam whispered again. “Okay, this is less comfortable than I thought it would be. Can we change position, and you just hold me? Not spoon. But like put your arm around me and hold me close?”

“Sure,” Mark rotated, and extended one arm around her. As she nuzzled in against him, he lightly rested his extended hand on her shoulder, embracing her. Neither noticed how long they were like that before they drifted off to sleep.