Made With Love (R,L,S)

Dick stepped through the doorway and was no longer in the auditorium. As he looked around he saw the red and gold carpets and mahogany doors of the estate back home. Genet had copied the same hallway for the waiting area in the last challenge for anyone that’d been captured.

Luna was waiting at the landing for him with a small glass bottle of red perfume. She looked kind of spacey.

“Hey, you good?” He asked.

She snapped to attention, though she still looked flushed and a little distracted. “I’m fine. Doing great. Good to see you again.”

He narrowed his eyes. “We’ve done this a few times now, haven’t we?”

She shrugged. “Yeah, we’re nearing the halfway point. How do you know?”

“You’re kind of out of it. The last time I can remember you getting like this was back last round when you were testing my reactions to TFs back in the tower. This is Touch Base happening, right?”

“Of course it is. But we should move on. I need to spray you with this to help you recover from the last round, are you ready?” She held up the red bottle.

“If that’s what you need to do.” He agreed. She sprayed him twice on the neck and… it smelled heavenly. Buttery rolls just out of the oven and a rich roast greeted him warmly. That task done, Luna set down the hall for him to follow.

The hallway around them shifted. The warm, dark toned walls disappeared altogether. The carpet turned to concrete, grass on either side of them as they walked along the sidewalk. They were back in DC. He recognized this neighborhood. It was his.

Luna slowed in front of his townhouse, the brick colonial facade staring down at him from the top of the stairs. “We’re about here.”

This feels strange. “Who chose my place? Aubrey? Hel?”

“Stella, actually. She’s right inside. She wants you to walk in and say ‘Honey, I’m home!’” Luna explained quickly.

“Sure. I can do that I guess. I almost forgot to ask earlier. Is everyone else alright? I know Maeve-”

“-She’s fine. She was nervous this morning, but she and Hel are both in a pretty good mood right now.” She interrupted. “You should head in, we’re running low on time once we get to my entry.” She patted him on the shoulder.

Dick got the hint and climbed the stairs outside his home, one of the few things of his that were in his name. He opened the oak craftsman door he’d picked out and went home.

“Honey, I’m home!” He called out as he’d been told to. He shut the door, seeing as he briefly looked back that Luna was gone.

He turned around just to stumble back, nearly bowled over by the force of Stella’s hug. He returned her embrace. Shit. Overstimulation. He quickly pulled his arms away, only to realize that she hadn’t had the sudden shock he’d expected.

He looked closer to find that there was very little cloth on her back to trigger her transformation. All the fabric on her back was a thin string tying a light pink apron and a matching set of panties he could see on her shapely rear. A very thin, very lacy set of panties.

“Stell…”

She finally split from him, stepping back with a smile. “How was work?”

Okay, so this is borrowing from real life. If she’s using my DC address I assume she wants me to answer realistically. “Fine. Long, there were another three hours of meetings about the Halcyon spill.” He’d spent the morning before he was taken on that disaster.

She squeezed his hand supportively. “Well, you don’t have to think about it again until Monday. Just relax. The boys are spending the weekend with your sister, so we’ll have some time to ourselves. Dinner should be ready in a few minutes if you’re hungry.” She flounced towards his kitchen, giving him a show as her ass bounced with every step.

Her words caught up to him right as she was turning the corner. “The boys? They’re with Hel?”

Stella smiled. “I thought it might be nice to relive the days when it was just the two of us, and the house was a little quieter.”

Oh. We’re supposed to be married, with a family? Does she have her restaurant, or is she a housewife? Do we know any of our friends?

She interrupted him pondering the potential script. “Just go ahead and get settled. I’ve been working on a nice dinner for us all afternoon.” She finally turned the corner to finish in the kitchen.

Dick’s stomach gurgled, and he realized with her offer how hungry he’d become. Breakfast feels like it was just an hour ago, I might as well explore whatever she’s planned. He walked over to his dining room to meet her.

It was like how he left it his last morning there, if slightly cleaner. He sat down where he normally would at the head of the table. It was old olive wood inherited from his maternal grandfather, one of the few surviving objects from the freak gas explosion at the Montague family home. It had followed him here, and Stella had set some silverware and cloth napkins. He took one and put it in his lap, waiting as he listened to Stella bustle about in the kitchen.

She came out with her hands full, balancing multiple trays and a single glass. She probably learned that at her restaurant. As she came to the table she set down a cocktail glass at her own place then a pair of plates for each of them. “The roast has been simmering the past few hours, and I made the mashed potatoes with chicken stock just like you like them. I know you prefer asparagus but since everything else is so heavy, I hope you’re alright with just peas instead. If you're still hungry after this I've got a cake cooling in the kitchen.”

“This is incredible. As always.” Dick marveled at the feast in front of him. It smelled amazing, and as the scent lingered he realized that it was part of the perfume that Luna had made him use. He lifted up a fork to try it, but stopped himself. He’d always been taught to let the person that’d cooked start first.

“Is everything alright? If something's wrong, just let me know.” She asked. Seeing him shake his head, she told him to go ahead. She watched him a minute more to make sure he really was enjoying himself before she started her own ‘dinner’.

I hadn’t expected a sex tape challenge to spend so much time focusing on food. But it is Stella, it’d almost be strange if she didn’t bring food into it.

They both ate quietly together. It was calm and nice. Every so often he’d catch Stella staring at him again. Her hair was fully pink like it’d been when they’d been at the beach together yesterday. I wonder what she’s planning?

The food was good- no, great. Dick wasn’t trying to complain. He really wasn’t. It’s just that he was getting rather thirsty. He watched Stella take another sip from her Cosmopolitan. If I point out that I don’t have anything to drink, she might lose her confidence or interest in whatever she’s planning. Even if she didn’t I’d be a jerk considering how hard she worked on everything else. So he finished his meal, enjoying it but still wishing for a cup of anything.

When they were both done she collected their plates and took them back to the kitchen. She sat back down in her spot with a growing look of concern. “Are you alright?” Stella whispered as her hair began to darken.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He lied.

“I know the au jus helped everything stay moist, but I used a lot of salt. Do you need something to drink?”

“Please.” He whispered back.

“Why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

“I didn’t want to be a bother or disturb whatever you were planning.”

“I thought you’d say something right away. You usually talk so much that I thought it’d be predictable.”

“So you wanted me to raise a stink?”

“Maybe not a stink, but would you mind saying something once we both stop whispering?”

He nodded. Feeling silly, he asked loudly: “Honey, would you mind getting me something to drink?”

She let out the fakest gasp Dick had ever heard, followed by slipping into a valley girl accent like he’d only heard in old movies. “Oh gawd! I’m so sorry. I’ll fix that for you.”

She dashed into the kitchen and he quickly heard the fridge open and close. She came back seconds later. “I’m sorry, I forgot to pick up anything at the store.” She paused, as if an idea was just occurring to her. “But if you really are thirsty, I have something else for you.”

“And what’s that?” He asked, growing slightly confused.

Stella pulled at the strings of her apron to force it taut. Two damp spots formed on the fabric around her chest.

“I see. Come here then.”

Stella nodded, the pink coming back to her hair. She stopped in front of him. “Can you please move your chair back for me?”

He offered her a smile and nodded, scooting back away from the table.

She reached behind her back for the strings of her apron. A moment later the cloth came untied, drooping as it fell onto her breasts. She gently pushed, and it fell to the floor. Milk dripped down slowly from her.

Stella Steward, +2VP (Topless)

Stella let out a little noise as she watched him stare. “I-” She squeaked again. Summoning her courage, she stepped towards him and slid one leg over either side of him. “Go ahead, H-honey.”

Dick made eye contact with her, trying to make sure she was comfortable with this. She nodded, reaching forward and gripping his shirt with one hand. His concerns assuaged, he brought a nipple to his lips.

He began to suck, slowly drinking from her left breast. She gave a slow sigh at the feeling of being drained and him latching on. Felicia had applied the spell for her right before she and Luna had started their episode, and since then she’d been feeling different. Full. There’d been pressure and a need to let it out the whole meal. She’d had to be careful about not letting anything leak too early, when she’d felt that the slightest pressure would expose her.

Dick was relieving that pressure for her now. He always did everything she asked, always tried to make her comfortable. She could rely on him. She asked a lot of him, both before and after Genet. And he’d never complained. He can be loud, but he tries. He listens. She’d messed up her plan, and he’d still had done his best to help even though it'd backfired.

Beyond just being drained, this felt…nice. Her boobs felt unusually sensitive since the spell had been cast. The sucking motion and the slight sharpness from his teeth were like she didn’t know how to describe. It was like when she’d first felt Overstimulation after the upgrade.

She squirmed in his lap and felt something. Oh. It was the first time she’d actually felt one. It was hard, and she could feel him react when she brushed over it a second time in her panties to confirm what she was feeling. She slowly repeated the motion a few times, gently rubbing her panty-covered crotch over his jeans as he drained her.

He finally let go of her left breast and tried to breathe. A bead of milk was dripping down his chin. Stella wiped it off with a thumb.

“There’s more here, when you’re ready for it.”

He nodded dazedly, and that was enough for the pinkette to tug on his shirt to urge him forward into her right breast this time. He began again, his pressure letting her milk flow. It was faster this time.

Everything she’d been feeling a moment ago was back. The sensitivity of her nipple, and the feeling of relief from being drained. She indulged her urge to grind her hips in his lap more, her own steady whimpers overpowering his muted grunts.

His hands reached for her, and met at her lower back. Another roll of her hips, and his hands slid down to her panties. Dick’s hands stayed there, holding her tight, but she felt something more. She could feel his hands also dip down to her ass and begin to squeeze, kneading her like dough.

Her cries grew louder now louder than she usually felt comfortable allowing herself. His touch from both ends felt electric, and so as he did his best to take the last drop from her she felt herself inching towards release. He drank from her and she could feel him playing with her. Stella came, quivering in his lap.

The effect of Felicia’s spell had run its course as he’d drank from her. She was light-headed from the experience and let herself lay in his lap. They were in his dining room together, or a close approximation. And it just felt right. Maybe this could be home.

He twitched under her, and she realized that he was still hard.

“If you want me to help you finish, just give me a moment before you unzip your pants.” She offered.

He nodded as the room faded.