Intermission: A Night of Turmoil

< 16:26 BadBitch: This isn’t something I usually do, I’m not much for sexting and I’m used to being the one in charge, I was just curious is all >

< 16:26 SlaveTrainer69420: Don’t worry babydoll ;) you will get the hang of it. Just do as I say and everything will be fine. I want you to start by gently tracing your fingers up and down your inner thighs.

< 16:30 BadBitch: Damn that feels really good, do you have more instructions? Or should I continue doing this? >

< 16:31 SlaveTrainer69420: You’re doing great, next I want you to slap your thigh hard >

< 16:31 BadBitch: I’ll pass, next >

< 16:31 SlaveTrainer69420: You will do as you are told or you’ll be punished >

< 16:32 BadBitch: sure whatever, oh ow, my thighs are sore, that hurt so much >

< 16:32 SlaveTrainer69420: Fine, I’m going. I can find plenty of girls who want to dirty talk as my sub >

<16:32 BadBitch: ugh fine, I’ll do it... >

< 16:32 SlaveTrainer69420: Good, I want you to give yourself a nice red mark on the inside of your thigh and then send me a picture >

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< 16:40 BadBitch: Just my thighs though, nothing else [View attached image] >

< 16:41 SlaveTrainer69420: About time I was about to leave, I love that rosy mark on your porcelain thighs, they look so soft I bet they’d feel great between my fingers, now I want you to put your hand down your panties and tell me how wet you are >

< 16:41 BadBitch: Yeah I’m a little wet, not enough to make my panties damp but plenty to play with >

< 16:42 SlaveTrainer69420: Damn right you’re wet you little slut, and don’t worry you’ll be gushing soon, now I want you to start playing with your clit and tell daddy how good it feels >

“Welp, that’s it! I’m done,” Vanessa groaned, closing the browser without another word, “That daddy thing was way too much, it makes my skin crawl. Is it because some girls wanna fuck their fathers or something? Like I’d ever feel that way about my dad. I like guys with at least a little spine; heck, even Frank has more of a spine, though not a whole lot more.”

She grabbed her laptop and headed over to her bed. “That almost ruined the mood, I’ll just find some porn instead, I’m sure I can find something to scratch my itch.”

After flicking through several videos, she found one she liked. The video was from the perspective of the dominant male, making him a faceless dick and voice. She scooched back so that she rested against her headboard, spreading her legs and hiking her skirt up.

She looked down at the red handprint and gently traced her finger over it causing her to shiver as pain and pleasure surged up her spine. As the video progressed Vanessa ran her fingers up her thighs and began playing with her pussy.

Moans and gasps escaped her lips and she found herself thinking of John, but being so close she didn’t bother to stop herself or try forcing herself to think of someone else.

She could feel the build-up getting closer and closer and she almost braced herself before, “Oh my god, yes yes yes, fuck me, daddy!” came through the speaker of the laptop.

Vanessa visibly deflated before angrily turning the laptop off and storming towards the bathroom to take a cold shower after her mood had been ruined yet again.

Primrose finished her Sunday ritual and changed out of her ceremonial garb as soon as she could. “That thing is so uncomfortable, why did it have to be made out of such terrible material? They could have used silk or magic to make it really comfortable, but no, it has to be made specific and with no magic involved. It’d be more comfortable just doing it naked!” she complained, which had become an ongoing part of her Sunday ritual by now.

Once she was finally back in her regular silky smooth kimono, she locked her door and exited the shop, smiling as she looked at the Ancient Wisdom sign. Lower Eastside was a long leisurely walk away and she enjoyed the feeling of the cool evening sun against her skin. John’s house was dark and dusk had come and gone. She walked up the path and stepped onto the veranda before knocking on the door.

She waited a moment without hearing any kind of movement from inside. She knocked again and again, maybe five times in total over fifteen minutes and each louder than the one before. “Are you serious? How bad is this guy with his money? Our contract clearly said to pay by today and the notice on the shop door explicitly says I’m closed on Sundays, I expected him yesterday and now I’m here trying to give him a chance, and he isn’t even here! Should I even be trying at this point?” she complained.

Another ten minutes passed of trying to get an answer before she gave up. With her head hung low, she sighed, posted a card through the door and walked away from the Newman household.

Kira and May walked through the front door of May’s house. “Hey Mom, Kira and I are home. We had a pretty good day at the arcade. We’re gonna be in for the night now. I messaged Corey to say I wasn’t in the mood for our Sunday hang out,” May called as she pulled off her shoes.

“Okay honey, glad you had a nice day. Also, hello Kira, hope you had a nice time too, and if either of you needs anything to eat, please just let me know and I’ll gladly head into the kitchen,” a feminine voice returned as a woman resembling an older May came to greet them.

“Thank you very much for the offer, you are a very gracious host and I am indebted to you for the hospitality you’ve shown me.” Kira bowed.

“Oh, dear, you don’t need to be so formal, I couldn’t let a friend of May’s stay anywhere but in our home, if they hadn’t got anywhere else.” The woman waved dismissively.

“Bye Mom, we’re gonna go upstairs now,” May said, grabbed Kira by the hand and led her upstairs.

“Please don’t stay up as late as last night; you have school tomorrow,” her mother called as they raced up the staircase.

“So you go to school?” Kira asked as she flopped onto May’s bed and looked up at the twinkling stars on the ceiling.

“Well, it’s more like a pre-college school kinda thing, but yeah, you can stay here though or feel free to head out and come back to the house whenever you’d like, I’ll leave you my key so you can get in; it might seem silly since we don’t really know each other that well, but I’m a pretty good judge of character,” May said as she switched on the tv and her GameSphere.

“Okay, thanks. I would like to explore this town more, and I also have someone I am looking for so I will leave when you leave and then I could meet you after you are done at your school, if that is okay?” Kira swung her legs back over the bed and moved over to May’s computer, sitting on the desk chair. The day before she’d spent the night learning all about the world and whatever else she could find. Her suspicions had been confirmed, it seemed that magic in this world was akin to fantasy, though she knew that just meant that non-magical beings like May didn’t have access to magical information.

“Want to play with me, Kira? I know the GameSphere is a pretty old system now but it’s always been a great console, I mean how could it not be? It’s spherical,” she laughed.

Kira spun around on the computer chair knocking over a book. “Uh, yeah sure, sounds great, but maybe in like twenty or so minutes? I wanted to look online some more about the world,” she said as she leaned down to pick up the book. She looked inside at the page it had fallen on and was surprised. “May, who is that boy?” Kira turned the book to face May and pointed someone out.

May looked. “Oh, uh… I know him, we’ve gone to the same schools since we were little, uh… oh, John Newman? I think? He actually goes to Ashcroft too, though there are some pretty bad rumours about him, I even heard one that his mother slept with someone on the school board to get him into Ashcroft, though I’m not sure how much of that stuff I’d believe.”

Kira nodded before turning the book back to herself looking at the image of John intently. “Interesting…”

“Uh, why do you want to know anyway?” May asked though she seemed to only be half interested as the GameSphere logo flashed up on the TV screen.

“Nothing. I guess he just caught my eye, was all…” Kira trailed off. Kira had learned of social media, and while searching, it seemed that the only signs of John Newman from Springfield were just posts from other people, mostly describing horrible things about him, and the majority of posts were either perpetuated by or tagged a girl named Vanessa and a guy named Frank.

The rest of the night the two girls spent playing the retro console until May’s mother came in to tell them they needed to go to bed.

After John’s departure, Brenda decided to watch one more movie while having a final glass of wine. By the time she got upstairs and poked her head into John’s room, he had been fast asleep. She moved over to the bed and ran her fingers through his hair. “I’m such a bad mother having these kinds of thoughts and teasing my little man...” she slurred slightly.

She leaned down and kissed his forehead before exiting his room. She traced her hand around the staircase railing until she reached her own bedroom door only a couple metres away from John’s.

Entering, she stumbled onto the bed pulling off her leggings, and tossed them towards her hamper. She rolled back out of bed and began pulling the virgin killer sweater she was wearing up, letting out a low moan as the fabric dragged across her nipples.

She dropped the sweater into the hamper as she walked through the curtain that separated her bedroom from the walk-in closet. She walked over to the mirror wall and looked at herself. She brought up her hands to cup her boobs, hefting them up before setting them free and watching them bounce back into place.

She smiled then used her thumbs to circle her puffy and sensitive areola. “That thing rubbed me all night. I’m glad my nipples aren’t raw but I should probably use a little something to prevent soreness. Hmm, I’m a little sweaty too,” Brenda murmured.

She walked over to the dresser and pulled out a small bottle as well as a small mesh bag. Placing both on top of the dresser, she opened up the bag and pulled out a round bamboo cloth as well as a small spray bottle.

She spritzed the cloth several times until it was sufficiently damp before she returned to the mirror. Upon contact with her skin, Brenda gasped, “Oh, cold!”

She spent the next five minutes caressing and wiping her breasts, focusing particularly on the underside, once finished she put away the cloth and put it to one side.

Next, she took hold of the small bottle of aloe gel; pouring out a small amount before rubbing her hands together and then returning them to her boobs, she eagerly massaged herself but avoided her nipples altogether, while doing so she let out moans and sighs enjoying the feeling.

Once finished, she poured out more aloe gel in order to focus solely on her nipples. She started with her large soft areola. Just rubbing and massaging her areola elicited moans and gasps and as she continued her legs shut tightly and her thighs rubbed together.

Finally, she moved onto the hard nipples which sat proud against the larger flush pink area around them, she’d spent the entire day with every move causing her sweater to rub against her, and all that time her nipples stood to attention. This constant teasing had caused them to become extremely sensitive, and after flicking her thumbs over them only a handful of times, she shuddered in a mini orgasm.

“F-fuck…” she exhaled, “I guess I’m not going to be falling asleep, not in the state I’m in now at least.”

She moved back over to the dresser and pulled out a small statuette. The thing was quite the sight, at only five centimetres tall it was a large-bodied eight breasted figure sitting cross-legged with both hands held together obscuring the figurine's crotch. Brenda lit a stick of incense and placed it between the figure’s hands before moving back into her room, closing the curtain behind her and placing the idol on the set of drawers at the foot of her bed.

She laid back onto the bed, looking down at her lace panties which glistened slightly. Her hands went back to her breasts cupping them one last time before they drifted lower; her right hand traced the side of her body and stroked down her wide hips while the left ventured between her breasts and down.

Her left hand continued down until she began circling her slightly chubby stomach She then pressed down making a small amount of soft flesh spill between her fingers. “Should I do something about this? I always thought it was a cute body shape but it seems like a lot of people seem to like lithe or athletic bodies now,” she wondered out loud.

Shaking off those thoughts, her hand continued down to her lace panties. She pushed her fingers between her legs and stroked the outside of her underwear, only to find that when she pulled her hand away, wet strings would follow her fingers.

Not wanting to waste too much time, she brought both hands to the side of her underwear and slowly peeled them down. Looking down she felt a spike of arousal as she watched more strings form between her pussy and her underwear. She pulled her panties down to her thighs and just looked at the mess.

She was panting heavily with irregular breaths, which is when the thick scent of incense reached her as it filled the room. The smell seemed to spike her arousal further and she almost immediately slid her fingers between her soaked folds. She was sure that if John was awake, he’d likely be able to hear her moans and the sound of her fingers frantically pushing in and out of her.

That wasn’t enough, however, and her other hand joined the first, quickly finding her clit, two fingers to toy with it with a similar speed as the first hand. Soon enough her body began to spasm and her hips bucked in the air.

Her entire body felt like it was on fire but in the best possible way, and then she collapsed back onto the bed breathing heavily, the tension completely ripped from her body. She was unable to stay conscious, instead, she lay ****, panties around her thighs, her hand still between her soaked folds and her bedsheets absorbing the dripping mess from between her legs.

The Newman house had been silent for a couple of hours; John was sleeping soundly, the necklace around his neck shifted a little before a soft glow emanated from it and a figure shot out.

Quickly she sank through the floor and began quickly drifting back and forth like she was pacing. “Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod, John has magic, when did that happen? I-it can’t have been long, can it? And and, uh, he went to that place, I don’t think it was a barrier, it was more like a kingdom and he apparently knows the hunters and, fuck, my head hurts… I-I need to tell him I’m here, this means I don’t have to be alone anymore… but I can’t do that, ‘oh hey, I’m Casper the horny ghost, well my name isn’t Casper but I have been implanting incestuous thoughts into you and Mom’s dreams for a good long while now, I’ve also kinda been molesting you both while you sleep too, but I thought I’d never get to introduce myself so at some point, I’d convinced myself it wasn’t wrong at all’ cos that will go down soooo fucking well. What do I do? What do I do! Fuck, I could die of a panic attack right about now, or I would if I wasn’t already dead.”

She moved around the couch and floated down onto it. “Why did I think it would be a good idea to give him the pendant? I could have continued to think he was just another mundane and just lived on in ignorance. Now everything’s fucked,” she complained.

“How can a ghost be so fucking stressed? Just shut up and breathe… well, I know what I mean,” she sighed. “Question is, does that mean Brenda is also an Abyssal? Or did he get it from his shit stain father? Or is he a Latebloomer? No, Brenda can’t have magic or they’d just do it around the house and would have likely already started fucking. God, that’d be hot...”

She floated back up and began ‘pacing’ again, this time in front of the couch. “What if I just don’t tell him? Or at least don’t tell him until I figure out the best way to tell him? I’m sure any way to tell him would be better than the Casper the horny ghost method, plus the **** thing isn’t actually that bad now I know he’s Abyssal.”

She continued babbling to herself for a while, pacing around, sitting on the couch, then an idea popped into her head. “Oh, what if this was all the ‘Lady’s’ plan? I could be here to protect him? Uh nah, that’s fucking stupid, I died and they happened to move in, end of story.”

Once she’d calmed down a little, she drifted back up into John’s room. She moved over to him and lightly kissed his lips. “We’ll meet for real, soon.”

’I’d better not try anything tonight even if I am as wet as a nun in a cucumber patch… Eh, might as well take a look around the room again, I haven’t really been looking for Abyssal stuff, so for all I know he has a mini barrier set up somewhere with magic items,’ she thought.

She looked around the room for any barriers but came up empty-handed, though she did find a stash of items in his closet that she hadn’t seen before. What looked like some potions, a calendar, a book on girls, a book on monster girls. “Typical, I find out he’s an Abyssal and he’s looking to fuck all the monster girls he’s written about…” she muttered. She then found something that caught her eye. “I turned a girl into a cum balloon and all I got was this lousy T-shirt? Where’d he get this, a hentai shop?” She shrugged and shimmied herself into the shirt before looking into the closet again and giggling to herself upon spotting a pair of fairy wings and a tiny gold plastic crown, which she immediately donned.

The sight was a silly one to be sure, and after looking at herself in the sole mirror in John’s room and strutting around giggling at herself, she finally phased through the clothing causing it to fall into a pile on the floor. The first rays of the morning light filtered through John’s curtains, and with a sigh, the spectre vanished back into the pendant, but not before sneaking one last kiss.

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