If I do it this way, does it matter? (Pink Trigger)

As I already established, Furfur was the woman. Definitely. Surely. Almost one-hundred percent certainly. And yet... I had worked so hard to summon the two of them here. I loved Furfur and Zepar intensely, but... couldn't they be a bit more respectful of their summoner? Imagining the two of them laughing along with that unseen audience as I discovered Furfur wasn't... capable of receiving my love... would be too much.

Love all I want; declare all I want; use magic tricks all that I could; there was one inescapable fact established in this story:

One of them was a man.

Was I going to let that stop me? Of course not. I am H.I. Player, erotica writer and master sorcerer. And with the pink text, I declare:

With love, I will not see "it."

I can have love for Furfur! So long as I don't see "it!" What kind of coward would I be to shrink from my love for just one tiny obstacle? A vanishing percentage of a chance?!

There are ways to do this.

I took a seat in one of the luxurious padded recliners of the room, pulling out my cock. Those lips of hers were feminine enough for me! They would get the job done for sure. Smiling, I beckoned Furfur to join me in the spotlight.

"Oh my!" Furfur exclaimed, putting a hand to her chest. "Zepar, I'm being invited!"

"Oh dear!" Zepar exclaimed in kind, putting a hand to her- his! A hand to HIS chest. "Furfur, he's getting excited!"

My love must have been getting excited, too. I don't exaggerate when I say she practically flew across the room to land on her knees in front of me, opening her mouth to reveal fangs and a pink tongue.

"Mister Player, you've really gotten ahead of yourself this time," Zepar warned me with a pitying smile. "Among the earls of hell, Furfur has unstoppable offense. I'm afraid you'll be leaving the stage quickly this time!"

I informed Zepar I was quite cocky about my cock. Sure, these twins might be hot stuff, but I'd refined my Pink Trigger a great deal to get here. And yet...

... This attack! Without any more funny quips or clever words, Furfur had latched those androgynous lips of hers onto my waiting head and began a vacuum-like fellatio. This... this was the power of a demon! With that much ****, I was certain she'd be drooling, or heaving, or ****, but she simply kept at it like a woman possessed. Her lips stretched lewdly as if glued to my shaft as she bobbed her head. All the while, her nearly-crossed and yet never-breaking blue eyes remained locked on my own, as if daring me to see what would happen if I looked away.

Zepar had been counting down the remaining seconds. I came far before thirty passed. Furfur rose, gulped, then rejoined Zepar in a dance. She didn't seem to care that a pubic hair and a bit of my jizz on her face were messing up their symmetry now.

"Mister Player... your ten become five!" Zepar informed me, crossing his arms. "Are you confident you made the right call?"

"Mister Player... your five becomes one!" Furfur taunted me, licking a bit of my expulsion from the corner of her mouth. "Are you satisfied in your decision?"

I felt good. I felt emptied of all my insecurity. What did it matter, now? Sitting in that chair, having gotten the most intense sucking of my life, I was ready.

... I passed on-

"Maybe we can try it the other way next time?" I heard Furfur speaking as I shut my eyes. I didn't know if it was to Zepar or me, but...

Fuck! Why did he- ah, she! Why did she have to say it that way?! Look, this was a good ****, but maybe I should peek at Zepar. Just one little detour, and if I'm wrong, I'll come back to this chapter and Furfur's waiting lips as many times as I want.