Some 'fun' >.>

“Yeah…”

After the whole debacle with Tilu and the ‘joke’ and a mug-and-a-half of mead, I’m finally starting to feel relaxed (even if it was only out of emotional exhaustion). My normal tone of voice and speech patterns slowly start to make their way out of the vice grip that I usually keep them in.

“Oh by the way,” Tilu starts, “Could you give me a little helping of you in my mug for me? Mia said that you taste great.”

Of course she did. Though I guess that barriers like ‘kissing and telling’ are basically nonexistent here. It was probably just a normal conversation to them. And to be fair, she blew me in view of the entirety of the main room. The fact that it happened was not a secret in the slightest.

“Sure,” I say nonchalantly and grab her proffered mug. This was a common request from the girls back home at the temple. Though usually I just filled up a jug of it and they used it throughout the day as a creamer for their coffee or a sauce to put on their greens.

I unbutton my trousers and release the snake once more. Posting one foot on the floor and one foot on the bench I angle my dick at the open rim of the mug. Tilu’s eyes are immediately glued to my member, watching me jerk off in front of her. I continue the conversation.

“I met a girl, Nin, in the stockades earlier today. She’s a catgirl who might be the subbiest sub I’ve ever met. Though I guess you have to be pretty compliant to lock yourself up in those for the day. How long do those shifts usually last? She was on the one right on Arch Street with a bunny girl, or was she a grasswalker? I’ve never met either one so it’s hard for me to tell.”

I look to the small elf in front of me, curious for the answer. She’s biting her lip and her face is severely flushed. She reaches a hand down in between her squirming thighs and begins to masturbate to me jerking off.

“Usually they’re four hour shifts, but if the -ahnn- girl gets bored or wants more they can leave earlier or -ohh- stay longer.”

The realization hits me all at once that I just started jerking myself off for this woman without a second thought. It was so commonplace to me before that my muscle memory took over.

This is probably so out of their perceived character of me. I panic momentarily and glance around at the other denizens drinking, chatting and fucking around me. Rakos is bouncing that blonde wench on his lap as she moans loudly, probably taking his payment for our drinks that he covered. Other acts of debauchery are happening all around us, what’s one more guy jerking off? This is normal.

And that is so hot.

I look back down to Tilu, now furiously jilling herself, and feel myself getting close. I speed up a little and she notices. Her silver eyes lock onto mine and I feel her take a quick glance at my Card. She gets up in a hurry and steps onto the table. She swings the mug so it’s positioned perfectly under my cock and pushes her face right up to mine. Her lips part and she whispers words meant only for you.

“Cum for me, so I can drink it ALL up.”

She kisses me and moans into my mouth. All the while she never stops furiously rubbing herself over her ‘robes’ and she begins to shake right as I cum. Our orgasms together fill the cup and soak the table underneath us. She moans again as her thighs unclench and she pulls her face away, breathing heavily. Tilu unhooks her mug from under its tap and gives it an experimental swirl with one finger.

She shoves that digit into her mouth and sucks the mixture of her juices, my fluids and whatever was already in the mug. Her eyes flutter closed in rapture and she moans around her finger.

“I…,” she starts to say before deciding to take monstrous gulps of her semen enhanced drink instead.

“Holy shit, that’s some good stuff,” she wipes her mouth on her arm and then licks her arm clean, “Like I said before, you’ll fit in just fine around here.” She winks and motions for me to continue my story.

I’m still reeling a little bit from the abrupt transition from normal conversation into hot, steamy, cummy bliss and then right back but, damn, I could get used to this. With a bit of a pause to remember, I resume my retelling of my afternoon so far.

“I think I captured her fixation, you know, that catgirl thing,” Tilu nods and I continue, “After I blew a load down her throat, she wanted me to fuck her but I thought I should get my room here ready first, so she’s meeting me here at some point tonight.”

“Goddess,” she swore (not my goddess though), “Has every other girl you met gotten to blow you except me?” I blush at the insinuation that giving me a blowjob is considered a treat for the blow-er and not just the blow-ee.

“Well, sorry about that, you can blow me at some point. I definitely wouldn’t say no in the future. My head is just a little scrambled at the moment.”

That response seemed to satisfy her for now. She nods and literally threatens me with a good time if I don’t stick to that promise. I might be feelin’ kinda flaky, I dunno…

“Though the first chick I met didn’t blow me. Her name is Dalia. Hot brunette in fancy business attire, her underwear was practically see through. Oh, and she gave me a kiss. It was because of that kiss that I came up with the idea to put the gree-”

PPFFFFFFF

It was my turn to blink as I was lightly misted with a beer-and-cum mixture. At least it’s my cum. It could’ve been worse.

I look to see the wide open eyes and full stormy irises of Tilu once again. Her neck is stuck out like a turtle’s with her hand covering her mouth. She was not so graceful as to be able to swallow the remainder of her mouthful before she began to speak and it dribbled out of the corners of her mouth.

“You got a kiss from Dalia?” She asks incredulously.

I’m suddenly uncomfortable again and habitually adjust how my shirt sits on my shoulders.

“Yeah…and she said that she’d be stopping here tonight for food. Oh right, I forgot to tell Mia Momma that. She asked me to pass on the message.”

“She WHAT???” Tilu stood up off the bench with both hands slamming on the table in front of you. Some conversations broke off as people around got curious and listened in.

“Dalia? Like THE Dalia? The one who stands behind that little podium at the front gate and lets first timers into the city?” I nod hesitantly and she continues, “Dalia, the legendary First Babe of Lustidia? The Frigid Bitch of the Front Desk?” My eyes open wide at the ‘titles’ but my eyebrow raise doesn’t stop her.

“She’s coming here? For you? What did you do? Well, you’re hot as shit, that much is clear. Wait, did you see that one section on her Card? It should’ve been titled ‘Partner Requirements’.”

I think back and nod slowly. Yeah I did see that. I recall a mental image in my mind and her card pops up for me. I wonder if the bracelet stores a handful of the most recent Cards for me to look back on, but my focus quickly shifts to the section Tilu spoke about.

‘Partner Requirements’ there it is!

“Yeah, I saw it. And there are ten requirements, right?” I ask

Tilu nods and hums in agreement, eyes practically sparkling in excitement. The tavern has all but gone silent again. I never meant to make such a stir but the world seems content to keep throwing me to the manticores.

“The title heading was gold…”

There were some gasps around you.

“...and it said ‘Ten out of Ten: All Requirements Met’.”