Ile Flottante

In the haze between wakefulness and sleep, Caleb felt something was off, like a weight holding him down to the bed. He tried to move his arms, only to find something holding them in place, and as he tried to change his posture more, the presence on them tightened, holding him in place. Still in that ephemeral headspace, he felt the weight on him shift and then followed by a sudden and overwhelming stimulus radiating from his penis.

All at once, what had just been the vagaries of morning erectness was encapsulated in a tight, wet heat that enveloped him inch by inch before rising up and then plunging back down. He could feel the velvet folds entrapping his length, caressing his every rising vein and squeezing him with a damp and hot intensity that, with every downward pressure, sent his mind reeling toward the waking world.

Suddenly his eyes shot open, and he saw the source of the sensation, leering smugly down at him, framed by the speckled fresh morning light, was Stella. The imp had shed every article of clothing and was now bouncing her hips up and down on Caleb, sending his shaft plunging deep into her with every strike of her pelvis.

Seeing his addled expression, she let out a sound between a hum and purr, “Nice of you…to hmmph, join the party.” Her hands braced her body on either side of his form, pinning him to the bed by the wrists. Of course, her small frame couldn’t stop him from moving if he wanted to, but still confused by the absurdity of the situation, Caleb was struggling to compose himself, let alone begin to think of resistance.

“Stella-Urgh!” He was interrupted by his own pulsing member sending a jolt of pleasure directly up his spine as Stella rolled her hips, making it feel like he was scraping the walls of her interior. He struggled to regain composure and tried again, “What-why?”

He was harder than he could ever recall having been in the past, and it made any of the few braincells attempting to fire off possible concerns about consent or possible foul play exceedingly overworked and ready to throw in the towel.

Stella licked her lips. “Your transformation, remember? God, you’re so fucking hot and hard inside me- freeuse? Doesn’t seem like it goes just one way, hehe- oh.” She giggled as her eyebrows shot up. “Oh, definitely not; just mentioning it made little Caleb jump inside me. God, when you churned my asshole, I knew you’d do my cunt right, but fuck!” She groaned and leaned back, humping her body and shifting the angle to make her stomach distend slightly in the shape of Caleb’s intrusion, running her fingers over it before righting herself, “You like being inside my tight little hole? You were so sweet yesterday; bet you forgot I’m a Nasty. Little. Slut.”

She punctuated each word by pulling up almost releasing Caleb’s cock, before plunging back down with such hard force that Caleb was momentarily concerned the small woman would hurt herself.

To be perfectly frank, after yesterday's escapades, sex had been the furthest thing on Caleb’s mind in regard to Stella. They had shared a precious moment after a movie, cuddled together in bed; it had felt like a satisfying end to a very stressful day. But now he stared at the feral gleam in the imp’s eyes, the wanton expression as she drooled slightly over her sharp canines, and remembered that everything else aside, Stella was a brat.

He lifted his newly released hand and shifted his weight before bringing it down on Stella’s tiny pert backside, instantly marking it red, “I hope you’re…mmm, ready for the consequences of your actions.”

“Oooh…Caleb, what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to me, sir- oh fuck!” Her back arched as Caleb had moved his hand from her backside and now gripped her tail firmly in his hand, his thumb rubbing over it towards the base before squeezing and giving it a sharp tug.

“Naughty brat, trying to take advantage of me in my sleep- did that make you feel in control?” He took his free hand and gripped Stella’s pale hips with such force he felt his fingertips might bruise her. He then shifted the weight of his hips and bucked upward into her. “Do you feel in control now? Huh?”

Stella gave a gasp like her lungs were being drained of air that then pitch-shifted into a low, hungry moan as she shook her head, “Oh god, no…fuck daddy no you’re in control, fuck yes, fuck me daddy, fuck my little cunny!”

Caleb tugged on her tail, “Is that how you ask for favours, brat?”

Giving out a low, throaty laugh that squeaked at the end, Stella shook her head. “Please, Daddy, please fuck your sluts pussy, fill me up, Daddy, please!”

Caleb brought both of his hands down to her hips and began to thrust up into her small tender frame, but not to be outdone, Stella leaned down and kissed up Caleb's neck before sloppily coming to his lips and pulling him into a messy wet kiss as their nether regions collided. There was no coordination to their efforts, no cosmic symmetry, just two people desperately trying to feel the other as much as possible as their bodies sang out a song of intense craving.

Eventually, the song began to reach its crescendo, and as Caleb felt Stella’s insides begin to convulse, he felt his own member strain to hold back any long. Stella broke the kiss and grabbed his hands, looking directly at him. He was about to ask where he should cum when a smug expression crossed her features again, her eyes heavy as her lips moved, mouthing the words ‘fill me up’ without a sound as she locked her knees on the master's side and brought her pelvis down hard, triggering both of their releases.

Caleb let out a long groan, his back arching up against the bed as he felt himself unload deep within Stella as he stared up at her amused expression, their hands still interlocked.

They held that position for who knows how long, both desperately catching their breath, covered in sweat in the dim early morning light shining through the window.

Stella- Had Sex With the Master! +10 VP

Caleb made a move to hug Stella, but she casually shrugged off his arms, “Not right now, too hot…” She slowly pulled herself off him and then, less gracefully, let herself fall onto the bed on her back beside him.

She turned and looked over at the master. “I guess you probably want some sort of explanation, despite the fact that the sex is so good you should probably just be grateful it happened.

Caleb rolled his eyes. “Your efforts to the ‘Get Caleb’s Rocks off Foundation’ have been noted, but yeah, an explanation would be nice, especially given this harem's already hazy consent history.”

Stella winced. “Don’t even joke. Listen, sorry. I normally would get the ok for sleep sex, or well…if I liked the person, I would,” She ended sheepishly. “I haven't always been the best person; I don’t think that's a surprise to either of us. There are definitely some guys and girls I treated more like dildos than people.”

Caleb raised an eyebrow. “That’s not the case here?”

Stella punched his shoulder harder than normal. “Shut up, don’t even joke. I was humiliated in front of an audience of tentacle monsters, admitting I liked you, fuck off.” She shook her head and suddenly looked embarrassed. “I just was…really fucking turned on.” She saw a smirk crossing Caleb's face and punched him again. “Ok cool your jets there! It wasn’t all you! Fuck, remember my new transformation?”

“The one that makes a mini you, right? I’m acquainted.” Caleb remembered his crass encounter with the pint-sized Stella the day prior.

“Yeah, well, part of it is that when the transformation ends, I get all the memories and information that mini me took in throughout the day.” She waved her hand. “So even if I didn’t eat vanilla ice cream, if SHE did, I would remember the taste and texture and all that. Ok? With me so far?”

Caleb slowly nodded. “Yeah, pretty straightforward, as far as these things go I guess. Like Naruto and his kage bunshin.”

Snickering, Stella nodded. “Fucking Weeb. Well, yesterday, I felt bad about leaving Amy alone after it was technically my fault she’s in this bimboish state right now. So I wanted to keep her out of trouble, and I guess I did.”

Shifting to his side to look more easily at Stella, Caleb shrugged, “Ok, still not seeing much of a problem.”

Stella clicked her tongue. “Because the issue is that she did it by having Amy stay in her room all day masturbating.” She reached out and lightly grabbed the side of Caleb’s head and stared into his eyes. “I woke up, and suddenly my brain was filled with twelve-plus hours of hot oni tomboy ramblefap porn, all at once.”

Dawning realization crossed Caleb’s features. “Oh shit.”

“Caleb, I am a woman of fine taste, and you are hot and surrounded by hot chicks all the time. I’m already dealing with random bouts of wanting to jump everyone’s bones here if they let me. But fucking glistening pink abs, tits, and dopey, turned-on ramblings?” Her expression took on a mock desperate mania. “I’m only human, Caleb!”

“I think you’re actually…not human anymore?” Caleb joked, earning another punch in the shoulder.

“Yeah, well, apparently imp libidos sit on the level too. God, can you imagine if one of us got a faun transformation and had to deal with that shit?” Stella bit her lip. “Would be kinda hot if it was Maddy, though.”

“Let's not do Lucian’s job for him, maybe?” Caleb wrapped an arm around Stella’s shoulder, and she leaned in, resting her head against his chest.

“Yeah, I guess not, though if you keep hanging out with his mom, I think we’re all gonna end up screwed.” Stella traced a circle on the master’s pectorals.

“Not much I can do about that.” Caleb frowned. “She’s outright threatened to make things a lot worse if I don’t keep her entertained while she’s on ‘vacation’” Caleb mimed the air quotes

Stella turned her head to look up at Caleb. “Wonder why, almost seems like she’s trying to piss him off. No woman looking like her would be that oblivious to someone like him being that into her.”

“I’m not trying to solve that mystery; I’m keeping my head down and doing what I can to keep everyone of us safe. Devils, Demons, and tricksters can screw with each other for all I care. At the end of the day, if you are all safe, fuck the rest.”

Stella’s eyes widened slightly. “Welp, I’m wet again; want to go for round two?”

Caleb chuckled. “What time is it anyway?”

Stella shrugged. “Still a little while before curfew ends, I think, so we got a while still stuck in our room. So given that…” She slid her leg over and up Caleb's and batted her eyelashes.

“You are a bad influence.” Caleb smiled before turning over and climbing on top of the small Imp and leaning down to kiss her neck.

Stella let out an appreciative hum. “Yeah, but you like me being bad”

Caleb kissed her gently on the lips, “I wouldn’t change it”

Suddenly looking bashful, Stella averted her eyes. “Stop being sweet and just pound me already!”

Letting out a small chuckle, Caleb began to position his body. “We can do whatever you like.”

Stella reached up and ran her hands down Caleb's back. “Then stop being sweet and fuck me as if you hate me.” She locked eyes with Caleb for a second before adding a “Please”

Smiling down at her, Caleb gripped the small imp in his hands and began to assault her body as she so desired.

Stella and Caleb were not the only ones stuck in the throes of their passions in the early morning. Off in the Brighella Suite, in the shower, the water was running hot and for the last half hour, Madeline Purcel had been trying to wash the feelings contained within away.

Over the course of the last two days, she had tried to maintain her normal clothes in what she wore and it was taking a toll. Her body was now essentially in a state of constant edging; just yesterday she had had to sneak into her room to replace her underwear several times because she was running fluid like a faucet as she tried to dampen her feelings through willpower alone.

That alone would have been bad enough, but it was at the least comparable to the first round when every morning she had to wash herself and get off after having been pollinated by Lily while her roommate slept. But no, there was something else setting the blonde's nerves and heart asunder as she frantically pawed at her crotch and breast in the shower.

She was the last one now. Despite the blooming affection she felt for Caleb, despite the feelings that she was sure that he might feel for her…Maya had…on not even their date night. She was the only one now who hadn’t slept with him, hadn’t felt his strong body on hers. Why?

“Stupid…because I couldn't make myself ready for him last week…now…fuck.” Maddy’s fingers moved quickly inside her. “Even though I went so far with those sabotages… I”

She remembered being her bimbofied self, the ease at which she had interacted with him, the way his eyes had been on her the whole time. She needed those eyes on her again like that. No she needed…Her back arched at the thought.

She needed it, in a room full of the other women, beautiful and sexy as they were; she needed those eyes on her all the same. To look just at her, to focus purely on her.

As she kneaded her breast, she felt like she heard an echo of her own voice in her ear, “I need to be more, sexier, dirtier; I need to be the woman that demands his attention, that he can’t get enough of. I need him to look at me. Look at me”

Then she felt her own voice cry out alone in the shower, “Look at me!”

Her body shuddered as it was wracked with an intense orgasm; her throat tried to cut off her own cries of pleasure, leading to a choking sound as she collapsed with her back to the tiles of the shower, water still running over her.

She would do it, she had to. This week she’d find a way to get Caleb to focus his attention on her.