Mineko Date 1, Part 5: Lick! Lick! Lick! Lick!

Winter

Winter is sore, but is still helping Mama Daphne check on the others. Three down in rapid succession is a little worrisome. Still, the recovery room’s enchantment is already working wonders. I mean, it grew back my... everything a bit ago.

Andromeda is a little zoned out, hold a small cardboard box and staring at the pre-sliced and served pies.

“That the grand prize?”

Andromeda shrugs, “I guess?” She opens it, then looks at the smaller cardstock box like it is weird. The arcanist android thereupon asks, “What’s Magic: The Gathering? And what is a Secret Lair?”

Winter shrugs. Andromeda opens the packaging. She sees cards that vaguely remind her of Leylines cards, but they seem to be reskinned with new art treatments set around a Harem Hotel season(?):

• Shar, The Host
• Nimue, The Lady of the Lake
• Laura Black, The Mistress
• Tracy Black, Future Cyber Ninja Cat-Girl
• Shar’s Haunted Castle
• Vampiric Tutor

“Hey, Daphne, why are there two of this last card?” Andromeda asks. Winter sits back and listens, grabbing a slice of pie to snack on.

“Oh, uh, hmm... Well, that is the actual loot item. One free lesson from Shar or a person of her own designation. The rest was a Shar as an audience member present. She thought you wanted a card tip like Jenny got?”

“Appreciate the gesture, Shar. Strange loot item, though.”

“Greedy,” Mama Daphne teases, “You got 2 magic item requiring atunement and most of the harem has at best one. Also, you got more XP than everyone else today. I figured an afternoon at the Haunted Castle to learn smithing or motorcycle maintenance or whatever would have been a nice gift. Shar makes noises about wanting visitors all the time. I bet that might make a fun date thing, if Laura wants to do a double date with Mona, who know, after the wedding.”

“Wedding?”

The others are slowly coming to. Ootah looks relieved. Tegan looks disappointed, but is hiding it under a scowl. Gaia looks excited about pie.

The group talks about the loot. A good portion of it is just going to be in a “communal” pile: the scrolls, the potions, and the Umberlee stuff. Gaia gets the leather armor coupon. Tegan grouses at getting the daggers. “If you gave me the armor, I could get Breast Deflation.”

“Tegan,” Winter declares, rubbing the bridge of his nose like he’s seen his mother do so many times, “You are not selling mithril armor just to afford a transformation that you only want to feed your ego. I say we let Mona hold onto that until we know who could actually use it. I wouldn’t mind a little more protection, once I get used to wearing some heavier armor.”

“Can I at least have all the BP?” The group unanimously declines.

“I’m pretty good on the money stuff for now,” Gaia notes.

“And I got plenty,” Andromeda concedes, “between being the only one who could get permanent use out of those scrolls, plus what all I got in the delve. You three split the BP.”

And so they did. They leave the communal pile of coupons with Mama Daphne. She promises to let Mona know about it tomorrow morning.

And so, everyone heads upstairs, Winter grabbing another slice of pie for his drow mistress. Caoimhe is already getting ready for reverie when the rogue enters the Winter Room. His drow mistress asks, “How was the delve?”

“Oh, Tegan was a sometimes useful irritant and my head got squished like a grape. Don’t worry about it. We won some pie. How’d the reruns go?”

Caoimhe blinks, deciding whether she wants to get into that argument. She changes the subject, luckily, “Wanna tell me what scene was cut out from our version of Haunted Castle?”

“Oh, not one you’d care for. Let’s say that season’s resident MILF lost her virginity via magical compulsion and she was rather forceful about it.”

“Probably best that we skipped that scene for Jenny then. I presume it was a trap card?”

“Yup. She okay?”

“I think so? We’ll find out in the morning. You want to cuddle?”

Winter has already shunted his clothes into his inventory. He crawls into his drow mistress’s arms. They cuddle, then fall into reverie.

Jenny

Jenny is in a troublesome position. There were a lot of first-time sexual experiences in watching that season. First time watching lesbian porn. First time watching porn with others. First time experiencing so many fetishes. Her first season was grounded, outside of eliminations; Laura’s is kind of wild, with lesbian twin incest and cow-girls and so much breast expansion.

Her panties are sopping wet by the time they get up to the Autumn Room. Lyra gives her a wink as she sashays out to give them some space. Oh, gawd! Can she smell it on me?

“Like, I totally need to, like, get my shower on, babe? Is that, like, okay?”

Tessa looks understanding as she relents, “Take your time, Jenny.”

Jenny rushes, a little bit wobbly-legged, into the bathroom. She strips out of her skirt and (very sticky) panties as soon as the door is closed. Her tree hollow is slowly oozing out amber colored fluid. She risks another first shoving her over the edge to examine it. It feels sticky. It smells like almost cherry flavored syrup? She risks a lick. FUCK!!!! She has never tasted her... juices before; she doubts that she tasted this good as a human. She finds herself trying to scoop out more, fingering herself the whole time.

With her other hand, she rips open her blouse, buttons scattering around the bathroom. She plays with her green nipple. She falls down on her rump, barely even noticing, as she scoops and prods and wrings out an orgasm. Then another. Then another still.

When she finally gets some measure of control, she sees the giant puddle of amber drippings under her. She has a bit of a headache; Jenny guesses it is dehydration. Since some water from the sink suffices to sate her, she surmises that she was spot-on. She absorbs more water from the shower. By the time she is finished, she feels much better.

Okay, I figured out that all of my fluids are tree sap, not just my blood. I really like the taste of it, which is weird but fine, I guess? Upon reflection, I don’t think I am feeling anything lingering desires from what I just watched. What does that mean?

When Jenny steps out of the shower, she notices that the sex sap puddle is gone and a set of her pajamas are out. Oh, gawd. Did Tessa... Jenny gets dressed and ready for bed, feeling utterly humiliated.

Tessa is in bed when Jenny exits the bathroom. The former teacher looks a little flushed. Her smile is too tight. “You okay, Jenny?”

Jenny nods, blatantly lying.

Tessa slinks her way to the shower too. As the sea elf passes, Jenny gets a whiff of... something. Her mind spins. She collapses into bed, feeling a damp spot around where she’d expect one to be. OH GAWD! Did Tessa...?

What does THAT mean?

Gaia

Gaia lingered to make sure Winter and Ootah each made it to their respective room okay. They both roll their eyes at Gaia’s concern. Guess growing up in magic land means the recovery room is just a thing?

Winter waves as he heads into the Winter Room. Ootah offers Gaia a chance to sit and talk after seeing that Craig is nowhere to be found. It is a nice conversation, honestly. Ootah ensures the former terrorist that she doesn’t want to negatively interfere with Gaia’s relationship with Mona. Gaia is fine with Ootah’s engagement. They talk a little about Tegan. Gaia does her best to defend her grumpy roommate. Ootah at least seems willing to consider what the temporary lion-girl said.

“With all that said,” Ootah concludes, adjusting her loincloth, “Wanna have some fun?”

Gaia licks her lips. It has been a while since she got some cock; in fact, it was before she tried to blow up the Hoover Dam. She never suspected that her next taste would be with a green-skinned woman who is also her girlfriend’s fiancée, but she’s still into it. Ootah removes her loincloth and a full foot of half-hard dick flops out, raring to go.

Ootah: +1 XP (Display crotch to another contestant [Gaia])

Gaia strokes Ootah idly, half-entranced by the heft and feel of it as Ootah stiffens, growing all the while. Daaaaaaamn! “Is Mona going to be okay with this?”

“She’s fine with Kevin and Winter. And think how much fun we can have with her during one of our date’s next round.”

Hmm... Good points. Plus, cock. “Just mouth stuff?” Gaia concedes. She feels herself being lifted up and spun around. Ootah’s massive cock is throbbing, a bead of pre-cum forming on the tip. It’s pretty girthy. Gaia starts to drool over it, then she feels a thick tongue plunge into her lion’s den. She opens wide and starts to suck. Soooo good. Salty.

Ootah seems to struggle, resisting the urge to thrust. Gaia appreciates it, as there is nearly two full feet of orc-meat in front of her and she doubts either of them could handle orc-cock in Gaia’s tummy. Gaia focuses her tongue on licking the underside of Ootah’s head. Ootah presses her tongue deep into Gaia’s cunny, filling it so completely. Gaia is already rhythmically squeezing down; she feels Ootah pulsing in her mouth.

Gaia feels Ootah try to pull out, which results in the lion-girl whimpering. Ootah grunts in explanation, “About to cum. In or out?”

Gaia, getting herself a mouthful of cock again, gargles, “In!”

Ootah goes back to lavishing lion-girl lower lips with lingual lashings and cums soon thereafter. Rope after rope of jizz coats the inside of her mouth. It is, frankly, too much. She swallows as much as she can, further milking the orc with her cheeks and tongue; the rest oozes out from the seal of her lips, drool and cum dripping down the orc cock. Gaia cums soon thereafter.

Gaia: +1 XP (Brought another contestant to orgasm [blow job; Ootah])

Ootah: +1 XP (Brought another contestant to orgasm [carpet munch; Gaia])

Needless to say, Gaia is walking wobbly back to the Summer Room. When she opens the door, she sees Tegan, bow out and fully drawn, the only light in the room coming from the hall. She snarls at every dark corner of the room, “Get out here and fight me, you coward! How DARE you work with that breast obsessed freak Shar!”

“I keep telling you, Shar didn’t buy the room effect. It was someone else!” Summer’s voice declares seeming to come from a random section of room.

“Then who, you lilac-skinned skank?!?!?!” Tegan continues to aim everywhere at once, trying to find the maid.

“Dunno, the buyer didn’t say,” from a different part of the room.

“Can you turn it off at least?”

“Nope. Maybe it you ask the purchaser nicely, they might ask for a refund?”

“Alright,” Tegan declares, still trying to get a bead on the maid, “whoever the degenerate pervert that put this new curse on me is. If you fix this right now, I will only put you on my ‘Get vengeance’ list instead of putting you on top of it!”

“Tegan, maybe we should head to bed. We can cuddle naked, like a sexy lion pride does!”

The vicious vixen crinkles her nose, noticing Gaia enter for the first time. “You smell... weird.”

Gaia giggles. Oh, yeah. Well, I should probably shower.

Mineko

The book was good. The cat was fun! Mineko enjoyed her reading practice time. Owner-Mona shifts underneath. Oh, time to sexually service her!

Mineko moves to start lapping at Mona’s lower lips, just for the mistress to grab the nekomata’s wrist.

“Mineko, my precious cat-girl, what are you planning?”

“To sexually service you!”

“Did you think about whether that is what you want to do? Or are you just doing it because of your training?”

Mineko pouts and gives her biggest kitty eyes, “Do you not want me to sexually service you?”

Owner-Mona’s free hand hovers over Mineko’s head. Mineko’s tails wiggle. Pets! Good kitty gets pets! But the pets don’t immediately come. Instead, Owner-Mona replies, “I want us to mutually decide what kind of bedroom fun we get into. So, what would YOU like to do?”

Mineko feels confused. The nekomata answers, “Sexually service you?” and hopes that is the right answer.

“What does that mean to you?”

“I use my maid training to bring you to orgasm over and over again until you are satisfied?”

Owner-Mona looks like she considers it, then shakes her head. She gently tugs on Mineko’s arm. “Nope. We aren’t doing that tonight. Tonight is about showing you that you can want things. Sit on my face, my precious little cat-girl maid.”

Owner-Mona wants to take the slave position? Mineko gingerly places her thighs on either end of Owner-Mona’s head. Her new correct body parts are displayed for Owner-Mona. Parts she wanted, but never expected to use, at least until her owner wanted her bred for more slaves. Her snaggletooth holds down her lower lip as the nekomata absorbs the sight of Owner-Mona between her legs.

“My precious Mineko. You look so cute like this!”

Mineko can’t help but purr at Owner-Mona’s praise. Then she feels Owner-Mona’s tongue along her kitty den. She feels Owner-Mona’s hands squeezing on her rump. It feels so good!

The licks get more intense, more frequent. It is like Owner-Mona doesn’t really know what she is doing. That makes sense; why would her owner know how to do slave work? Mineko doesn’t register that she is mewling loudly. Her forepaws grab onto the sheets, Owner-Mona’s hair. Her tails wrap around Owner-Mona’s wrists. Mineko starts to grind, seeking more tongue, more butt squeezes, more tugs on her tails.

It is torture when Owner-Mona stops. She desperately seeks more friction on Owner-Mona’s tongue, only to feel her hips pulled back. Owner-Mona’s breath tickles her new parts as she asks, "What do you want your place to be, Mineko? A slave or something more?”

“I want...”

The thought short-circuits as Owner-Mona provides one long, slow lick across her kitty den. “Good girl, wanting things. Continue.”

“I want...” Mineko pauses, hoping for more from Owner-Mona. When it doesn’t happen, she mopes, “I want to cum...”

Another long, slow lick. Another burst of breath. “And you will, once you answer my question. What do you want us to be? Are you going to just be a slave or something more?”

“Do slaves...” Mineko starts to ask, only to know her question was foolish. She knows that slaves don’t get to come with their owners. And now she sees just how cruel that is. She doesn’t want to just be a slave for Owner-Mona. She wants more. She doesn’t know what that “more” looks like, but she knows she wants it.

“More. I want to be more than a slave. I just don’t know how...”

Then, her brain short-circuits again, as Owner-Mona digs in deep with her tongue. She grinds her nose into Mineko’s little nub of pleasure as she amateurishly searches for the special little spot inside her kitty den. Forepaws grab tufts of mistress hair as Mineko tries to get Mona in deeper. It doesn’t take long before their efforts bear fruit. Wave after wave of bliss pounds through Mineko as she squeezes down on Mona’s invading tongue. She lets out a mighty yowl as she marks her owner with her juices.

Mineko: +8 XP (Mistress Brought Contestant to Orgasm [Carpet Munching], x4 bonus [first time both participants])

When Mineko comes to, she finds her forehead pressed into the headboard, her body slumped forwards. Mona is giggling under her.

“I do a good job Mineko? I tried my best...”

Mineko nods, collapsing to the side as best she can. Mona wraps her up in a hug, still giggling. She hears her mistress whisper, “I’m glad. So, what are you thinking about what we should be?”

“Whatever lets us get to do that again...” Mineko mumbles, already beginning to pass out. She feels the kiss on the back of her head. She purrs herself to sleep.