Buttering Up

“Is that what you’re going to wear?” Julia asked.

“Why?” Ivy replied, turning to look at herself. She had on a simple t-shirt and jeans, but she thought she looked fine.

“Oh,” Julia said, turning around from the bathroom mirror where she was doing her makeup. “Sorry, you look great. I just meant, are you ready?”

“Yeah, I’m good to go,” Ivy told her. She fidgeted with her skirt. “Should I change, though?”

“You should look nice for Adrian,” the spirits whispered.

“I told you already, it isn’t like that,” Ivy protested.

“Huh?” came Julia’s distracted reply, her focus on applying her mascara.

“I’m not into Adrian.”

Julia paused. “Sure. That’s why you keep bringing up how not into him you are.”

“You brought it up!” Ivy complained.

“Not this time,” Julia mumbled, but Ivy missed it.

Adrian was just a friend. Maybe when they had first met, there had been a question. She probably would have said yes if he’d asked her out. But he hadn’t, and since then they’d formed the beginning of a really nice friendship. She could honestly say that there wasn’t anything more there.

Still, though, Ivy thought, looking down at herself. Maybe she could spice up her look a little bit. Not for Adrian, just because she felt like it.

“I’m going to change real quick,” Ivy said.

Julia groaned. “You’re as bad as Sophie. Just hurry up.”

Ivy dashed back to her room in the sorority house and started rifling through her clothes. It was just a movie, so she wasn’t trying to get too fancy or anything, but she could do better than what she had on. Ivy picked out a blue spaghetti-strap top that matched her eyes and a black skirt that fell to her mid-thigh. It only took a moment to swap clothes, and when she was done, she gave herself an appreciative look in her mirror. There, she thought: from forgettable to adorable.

But it wasn't quite right yet. Something was missing. Ivy returned to the bathroom and joined Julia at the counter. Her makeup could use some work.

“You’re going to make us late,” Julia chided.

“Shush,” Ivy told her. “I’ll be quick.”

She pulled out her makeup bag from under the sink and sorted through it until she found her palette of eye shadow. Ivy chose to use light blue; it matched her shirt and would make her eyes pop. She’d used to use more color in her makeup, but had tapered off after her boss at the coffee shop had told her to stop. It’d be nice to try it out again. Vaguely, a voice in the back of her head reminded her that Adrian had once complimented her on the look, but Ivy paid it no mind.

Julia finished up and turned towards Ivy with crossed arms. “A word of advice?”

“Sure,” Ivy said, thinking Julia meant her makeup.

“If Adrian is cute at all, you need to snap him up tonight. Because if you don’t, Sophie will. After her date on Friday, the guy didn't want to see her again, and you know how she gets.”

“Ugh, drop it already,” Ivy moaned. “Sophie can get with whoever she wants.” She’d like to think Adrian’s standards were a little higher, but he was free to do whatever he wanted to.

“Whatever,” Julia said, her tone showing what she thought of that. “Just thought I’d give you a heads up. I’m going downstairs, hurry up and meet me when you’re done.”

Ivy spent a little more time putting the finishing touches on her makeup, then did just that. Julia was standing by the front door, tapping her foot. “Sophie!” she shouted. “We’re going to be late!”

“Coming!” Sophie’s called back from the bathroom on the first floor.

“Yeah,” Julia scoffed. “Any second now, right?”

It was another five minutes before Julia marched off to go collect the girl, all but physically dragging her out of the bathroom.

“I’m done, I’m done!” Sophie complained as she walked out to where Ivy was waiting.

Julia rolled her eyes. “I’ll drive, let’s just get going.”

The three girls hopped into Julia’s car, parked just outside, with Sophie in the passenger seat and Ivy in the back. Ivy bit the corner of her mouth as she took in what had been keeping Sophie so long. She had on a full face of makeup with way too much eye shadow for just a movie. She’d straightened her bottle-blond hair, too. Her wardrobe was trying just as hard. She’d squeezed into a purple tube top that left a small band of her midriff exposed to show off her belly button piercing, and her rack was at risk of exploding out at any second. The skirt she wore was the cherry on top; it wasn’t quite ‘micro’, Ivy thought thankfully, but it showed off plenty of her thick, creamy white thighs. Sophie looked like she was ready for a night out dancing, not going to a movie with friends.

Ivy had always been a little embarrassed to be seen with Sophie. She...had a certain way about her, and Ivy felt like it made her look bad by association. She wished a different sister had agreed to come instead; she didn’t want Adrian to judge her as some ditzy sorority girl on Sophie's count.

They made it to the theater and piled out of the car. Ivy spotted Adrian waiting outside, leaning against the theater’s stucco wall. A smile broke out on her face, and she gave him a big wave as she raced over. “You made it!”

“I told you I would,” Adrian said as Ivy hugged him.

She could feel the strength of his arms as they wrapped around her. His shirt was fitting more tightly than she remembered. Had he always been in such good shape?

Ivy’s sorority sisters walked up behind her, and Ivy broke off the hug a little flustered. “Adrian,” she said, “this is Julia and Sophie. Julia and Sophie, Adrian.”

“Heard a lot about you,” Julia said, shaking his hand.

“You’re the chapter head, right?” Adrian asked. “Ivy’s talked about you, too.”

“That’s me,” Julia confirmed. “I’m the hero who holds the whole house together. They'd be helpless without me.” Julia mussed up Ivy's hair as she said it, and Ivy quickly worked to fix it.

“I’m Sophie,” the other girl said, stepping forward and holding her hand out with a bounce in her step that set her tits jiggling. Not an accident, Ivy thought bitterly. “Ivy’s sister. Beta Beta Phi!”

“Nice to meet you,” Adrian said, offering his hand, but Sophie pulled him into a hug and slung her arms around his neck. “Oh,” he said in mild surprise.

Sophie stepped back and gave Adrian a big smile. “Are you excited to see the movie?”

“Uh, sure. Yeah.”

“Me too,” Sophie continued. "Although, it’s like, a spy thriller, right? Sometimes I have a hard time following what's going on. You’ll have to sit next to me so you can keep me in the loop.” She finished with another flash of her teeth.

Jesus, she laid it on thick, Ivy thought. Julia was giving her a look with a raised eyebrow that said she was thinking the same.

Adrian was trying to formulate a response, and Ivy decided to save him the trouble. “Let’s head in," she said. "We can still make most of the trailers.”

“I want some snacks first,” Sophie said.

“We don’t have a lot of time…” Ivy countered.

“Actually,” Julia spoke up sheepishly, “I want some too.”

“Really?” Ivy asked. “After you rushed us out of the house like that?”

“I like Bon Bons,” Julia replied defensively.

“I could go for some popcorn,” Adrian offered.

Ivy looked inside. At least the line wasn’t too long. “Fine, concession stand, then the movie.”

It didn’t take long for them to get their snacks and find which room to go to. The trailers were still playing as they looked for their seats. The four shuffled down their aisle near the back of the theater. The place was only about half full; there was a couple seated a few seats down to their left, and a group of teenagers ahead and to the right, but nobody immediately next to them. Julia sat down on the end, with Ivy next to her, then Adrian, and finally Sophie. Ivy had thought about asking Julia to take the other seat next to Adrian, but it would only feed into the narrative that she was interested in him, and Ivy didn’t need the trouble.

“So what have you been up to?” Adrian asked, turning to face her.

A bright flash from the screen briefly lit his face, and Ivy found herself a little startled by his eyes. They were a deep brown, like freshly watered soil. There was a hardness to them that she’d seen the first time they met. He’d never spoken about his past, but that said something in and of itself. Whatever had happened to him, he carried it in his eyes.

“Um, what did you say?” Ivy stammered.

“What have you been up to?” he repeated.

“Oh! I have some good news, actually,” Ivy said. She waited a beat to draw him in. “I got into law school.”

“Wait, really?” Adrian smiled. “That’s amazing! Congrats!”

“Yeah, I mean, it’s not Harvard or anything…”

“Don’t let the pretty face fool you,” Julia interjected. “She’s a smart cookie.”

“I’m thinking about working at my uncle’s company,” Sophie cut in. “He says I could be a VP in five years.”

“Seriously, Ivy,” Adrian said, ignoring Sophie, Ivy noted with smug satisfaction. “That’s incredible.”

Ivy smiled widely, warmed by his praise. “Thanks.”

Something seemed to occur to Adrian. “Where did you get accepted?”

“Stonemount,” she told him.

“That’s a couple of states away, isn’t it?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Ivy answered. “About a thirteen-hour drive. I checked. The move would be a total hassle.”

“Oh,” Adrian said. “Yeah. I guess so.”

He seemed conflicted about something. Maybe he didn’t want her to leave. Little butterflies began to dance in Ivy's stomach, but she dismissed the thought. Adrian had always been supportive of her when she complained about her parents pushing law school on her, building her up by saying that she could do it, but also cautioning her to only go if it was what she wanted.

“You said before that you weren’t sure about law school. What changed your mind?” Adrian asked.

There, that made more sense, Ivy figured. He was just worried that she'd let her parents make up her mind for her.

“I don’t know,” Ivy shrugged. “It seems like a good enough plan, right? What else am I supposed to do?”

The truth was that Ivy could take or leave law school. But she did need some kind of plan for after she graduated, and since she was accepted, she might as well go.

“You should think about it,” Adrian told her. “Don’t do it just because it’s what your parents want.”

“That’s what I’ve been saying,” Julia chimed in.

“I still have some time to figure it out,” Ivy told him.

“I’m just saying to keep an open mind if your heart’s not set on it,” Adrian explained. “It’s not, is it?”

“Not really,” Ivy confirmed.

Adrian nodded, his brow furrowed, but whatever he was thinking he kept to himself.

The theater screen went dark, and the crowd grew silent. With the movie beginning, they had lost their opportunity to keep talking. Ivy's mind was stuck on the vague notion that Adrian might want her to stay close. It sent little tingles of electricity up and down her nerves.

If he did want her to stay, it was probably just that they were just starting to become real friends, she told herself. Nobody would be happy about a friend moving away. It made sense. That had to be it. So why did she hope it wasn’t?

Ivy looked over at Adrian out of the corner of her eye. Absorbed in the movie, he didn’t notice.

“Isn't he cute?”

"No, not cute. Hot."

"You'd be lucky to have him."

At the sound of the whisper, Ivy scowled over at the group of teenagers. She couldn't make out what they were saying, but still, talking in a theater was so rude.

Adrian finally realized that her attention wasn't on the screen. “What?” he asked.

Not wanting to commit the same crime as the teenagers had, Ivy just shook her head to indicate that it wasn’t worth talking about. Adrian shrugged and went back to watching the movie, but Ivy’s gaze lingered. There was something about him that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Something exciting. Ivy’s heart started to beat a little faster.

Adrian turned to look at her for the second time, and Ivy realized she’d been staring. She whipped her head back around to stare at the screen, utterly embarrassed to have been caught red-handed. She felt Adrian's questioning look, but she kept her eyes trained on the screen ahead of her. She hoped it was dark enough that he couldn't see her blush. Eventually, he went back to watching the movie.

Ivy tried to do the same, but her attention was split. She was suddenly very aware of Adrian’s presence next to her. Her stomach was doing somersaults. Absurdly, she found herself hoping he’d put his arm around her, like she was a kid again on a first date. She wanted to rest her head on his shoulder, to feel the warmth of his breath, to place her hand on his thigh. He'd squeeze her against his chest and...

Ivy’s daydream was cut short as Sophie, without asking, reached over to grab some of the popcorn out of the tub on Adrian’s lap. Jealousy flared up inside Ivy’s chest. She watched as Sophie popped a single kernel between her lips, staring at Adrian as she did so.

“Thanks,” the girl said sweetly. “Can I have some more?”

“Uh, help yourself,” Adrian whispered.

Sophie did, and she took her time about it, Ivy thought bitterly. All of Sophie’s digging around spilled some popcorn into Adrian’s lap.

“Oops,” Sophie said. She reached to grab a kernel straight off of Adrian’s crotch, and he gave a little jump at the unexpected contact, sending more popcorn flying. Sophie giggled. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s alright,” Adrian said, somewhat tense.

Ivy caught the couple to their left glaring at the disturbance, and mouthed the word ‘sorry’ to them. “Can you keep it down, Sophie?” Ivy scowled.

Sophie mimed zipping her lips shut, then took another handful of popcorn. Ivy crossed her arms and tried to go back to watching the movie. It was no use. All of her focus was on Adrian and Sophie.

At some point, the other girl folded her legs up underneath herself and started to lean against Adrian. Ivy went tense as she did her best to surreptitiously watch for Adrian’s response out of the corner of her eye. He shifted his weight around uncomfortably. Then, Adrian chose a position subtly leaning away from Sophie. Victorious glee was Ivy’s initial reaction, but as soon as Adrian’s shoulder came to rest against hers, she went rigid. Ivy waited, but Adrian either didn’t notice or didn’t care that they were touching. She wouldn't let herself look, in case it made him pull away, but her focus was entirely on that one tiny spot of contact between herself and Adrian.

The rest of the movie went by in a blur. Ivy didn’t think she could have explained what the plot was about if her life depended on it. When it was over and Adrian stood up, breaking that tiny thread of connection between them, disappointment gnawed at Ivy. She’d thought that maybe he would have leaned into her more, or somehow invited her to lean more into him. She didn’t know what she had been hoping for. More, she supposed. Some kind of escalation, at least. But the opportunity was passed.

The four of them walked out to the lobby, and Ivy got a grip on her emotions.

“So what’d you guys think?” Julia asked.

“I thought it was pretty good,” Adrian answered.

“Me too,” Sophie agreed, too quickly for Ivy's taste.

“For sure,” Ivy concurred, having no idea what had even happened in it. She hoped there weren’t any follow-up questions.

“You know,” Sophie said, batting her eyelids, “we don’t have to call it a night. We could go grab some drinks." Then she clapped her hands, as if something had just occurred to her. “Oh! We could just go back to the house and drink there. Want to come, Adrian?”

“I actually have to get back home,” he answered.

Ivy thought she caught something worried in his tone. “Everything alright?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he told her. “I’ve just got some chores to take care of.” Ivy wasn’t convinced, but she didn’t pry.

“Are you sure?” Sophie pouted.

“It can’t be helped,” Adrian replied.

“We should get back too,” Julia said. “We’ve got to finish making the signs for the pep rally. It was nice meeting you, Adrian.”

“You too,” he said.

Sophie sidled up close to Adrian. “For me as well," she told him. "You can get my number from Ivy. Call me any time.” She **** a hug on Adrian, pressing her breasts against him more than was necessary, Ivy noticed.

“Well, we better get going,” Ivy said, rushing to break the hug apart.

“Until next time,” Julia said, waving as the group started to go their separate ways.

“Actually,” Adrian interjected, “could you hang back a second, Ivy?”

Ivy’s heart leaped. Julia gave her a knowing look. “Um, sure.”

Sophie and Julia walked back to the car while Ivy went back over to Adrian.

“So,” he started nervously. “I’m having some people over on Friday. Well, I’m not, my friend is. Since it’s at her house. Apartment, actually. I think it’s near campus, if that helps.”

Ivy couldn't help herself. She laughed at his flustered delivery, and all of the tension fled from her body. She was really glad she'd invited him; she loved hanging out with Adrian. “Was there a question in there?” Ivy asked.

“Sorry," he chuckled. "Yeah, what I meant to ask was, do you want to come?”

“You asking me to be your date?”

The words were out before Ivy could process what she was saying. It was exactly the kind of light banter - flirting? - that they’d always had, but now Ivy was laser-focused on his answer.

“Um…”

The pause couldn’t have been that long, but to Ivy, it felt like the world could have been born and died in the time it took for Adrian to finish his sentence. Expressions warred on Adrian’s face, and Ivy’s hopes rose and fell a dozen times over.

“Yeah,” he finally sighed, before giving her a soft smile. “Want to be my date next Friday?”

Fireworks exploded in Ivy’s stomach. “Sounds like fun,” she beamed.

“Alright then,” he told her. “I’ll see you then.”

Ivy hugged him, and as they drew close, she had to forcibly stifle the urge to kiss him. She wondered if he could feel how fast her heart was beating, if he could tell that she was trying to get a feel of his back muscles as they embraced. The warmth of his body against hers was everything, until he pulled away.

“I’ll text you the details,” he said.

“I’ll keep the day free,” she promised.

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

Ivy watched him go for a second, eyes on his ass as he walked away. He definitely worked out. She pulled her attention away, blushing, and hoped that nobody had caught her. Although given that he'd just asked her out, did it matter if she stared a little?

Ivy felt giddy and, with a smile plastered to her face, literally skipped out to the parking lot. As she approached the car, though, she slowed her step and tried to put on a neutral look. God damn Julia had been right, there was no denying it. Ivy must have been suppressing how she felt the entire time. Seeing Sophie throw herself at him had done something to her, Ivy figured, broken down those walls, because now all she could think about was Adrian. That said, she’d die before she gave Julia the satisfaction of getting to say ‘I told you so’. Ivy smoothed her skirt and slid into the car, face a carefully composed mask.

Julia was already turned back in the driver’s seat with the biggest shit-eating grin Ivy had ever seen in her life. “Soooo….” Julia led.

“What?” Ivy asked innocently.

Julia smacked her on her thigh. “So what did Adrian want to talk about?”

“Oh, that. Nothing,” Ivy shrugged casually. “He just invited me to some party a friend of his is throwing.”

As his date, Ivy almost shuddered.

“Uh-huh,” Julia said flatly, the grin never leaving her face.

“Are you going to go?” Sophie asked, trying her best to hide her disappointment. Ivy wanted more than anything to stick her tongue out at the slut, but she kept her ‘neiner-neiners’ to herself.

“Of course she is,” Julia teased. “She’s positively smitten.”

“You don’t know everything, Julia,” Ivy said, turning her nose up.

“Yeah,” Julia snorted. "I do." She started the car and pulled out of the parking space. “Just make sure I get a wedding invitation.”

---

Adrian sat in his parked car, forehead resting on the steering wheel. He was such an unbelievable asshole. Maybe there might have been something between Ivy and him if things had gone differently when they’d first met, but whatever chemistry there was had settled into friendship, nothing more. Until today, when the spirits had decided the form that his and Ivy’s bond would take.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t interested, necessarily. Ivy was cute, funny, and they got along well. If all this had happened organically, he would give it a shot. But he knew, as a matter of fact, that she was now way more into him than he was into her, and that it wasn't even her choice. And what had he done with that information? He’d asked her out on a date. A date that was nothing more than a cover to get her to the meetup of squires. He’d needed her to agree to go, and he'd worried that if he’d told Ivy that it wasn’t a date that it would crush her. So he'd agreed. It wasn't fair to her.

That wasn’t even the worst of it, though. Ivy had gotten into law school. Adrian pounded his fist on the steering wheel. She wouldn’t be able to go. Not out of state. Not if she was going to stay and be his squire.

Adrian stewed in his self-loathing. Becoming a knight had saved his life, and he would do it again. But he hadn’t needed to do it like this. He could have waited another month. All it would have cost him was a handful of more attacks. In return, Christine would have had more time to translate the book. Maybe then he would have found out about how the squires worked. Maybe he could have chosen people who would be helped by the position, instead of hurt. He shook his head. How his actions would impact the people around him hadn’t even occurred to him.

Adrian pushed down his bitter thoughts and started the car. He couldn’t afford to wallow in regret. He had to get home. To help the other friend whose life he was ruining.

---

As soon as Ivy was home, she raced up to her room and shut the door behind her. The entire ride back, she’d replayed her and Adrian’s interaction over and over in her head. At first, she had been obsessing over what he'd said. Why had he hesitated before agreeing it was a date? Had he seemed unsure when he’d said yes? Had he meant to invite her as just a friend?

Slowly, though, the focus had shifted from his words to his body. Her face had been pressed against his chest. His burly arms had been wrapped around her back. She could still feel his heartbeat against her tits. As she’d dreamed of what more there was to discover about Adrian’s form, she’d begun to turn herself on. She hadn’t gotten laid in months, and she needed it badly.

“Horny,” came a whisper, “like a good little slut.”

Ivy was too worked up to notice. Her pants had hit the floor before she even made it to her bed. Her panties followed soon after; her pussy was soaked and they came away damp.

Ivy crammed the memory of what had happened in the cafeteria bathroom deep into the back of her mind. The doctor hadn’t found anything wrong with her. The latent anxiety of what the hell had happened was a problem for another time. In that moment, Ivy just needed relief.

Reclining on her bed, Ivy snaked a hand between her legs and slid a finger inside of herself. It slid into her grool-coated entrance easily. A second finger joined the first, finding no resistance as she frigged herself. Ivy paused for only a second to shuck off her shirt and bra, then jammed her fingers back in. Her other hand pinched one of her now exposed nipples, rock hard in the middle of her small, perky breasts.

She circled her nipple delicately while she fingered herself, imagining it was Adrian’s tongue on her tits. She hoped he didn’t mind that she was so flat, but he hadn’t seemed interested in Sophie with her big boobs all up in his face. He must like them small, Ivy smirked.

She switched hands to rub her other nipple. As it came away from her pussy a thick strand of her juices was pulled along with it, stretching from her lower lips to the tip of her finger. The strand broke as it hit her stomach, leaving a faint line of moisture stretching from her crotch to her tit. Ivy could feel where her moisture was starting to soak into the covers beneath her ass. There’d be a spot, but she was too turned on to care.

Ivy was consumed with thoughts of Adrian violating her. She couldn't help it. She wanted to lick his abs, wanted to put her hands on his pecs while he fucked her, wanted to feel his cock deep inside of her. God, Ivy thought as she moaned, his cock. Her eyes were open but all she saw was her imagination of Adrian’s glorious cock. He was so much bigger than her, she bet it would break her in half. She hoped it would. She was **** for it.

Ivy pressed her hips up off the bed and rubbed at her clit furiously. She pretended it was Adrian pressed up against her instead of her fingers, lost in the image of their hips grinding together. A river of fluid leaked from her opening. Her pale chest was flushed pink with arousal, and her breathing was heavy. Her eyes were half-lidded as she fucked herself, mind on when it would be Adrian’s turn next weekend.

Her orgasm was close. Painfully close. Her pussy was on fire and her brain was mush, but no matter how many fingers she stuck in herself or how masterfully she worked her clit, the finale it wouldn’t come. Ivy let out a groan, half from overwhelming pleasure and half from crushing frustration. She wanted to cum. Needed it. But she just couldn’t cross the finish line.

She tried thinking about Adrian’s cock again, and while it did make her even hornier than before, it didn’t do the trick. She tried twisting her nipple, and while the extra stimulation was rewarded with a renewed trickle of fluid from her drenched pussy, it wasn’t enough. Ivy was ****. Her climax was right on the tip of her tongue, so tantalizingly close but impossibly far.

"Stick a finger up your ass," said a whisper, sliding through the cracks in her sex-addled mind.

Ivy moaned, thinking the idea was her own. The thought of it disgusted her - it was gross, not sexy - but Ivy needed to cum so badly that she wasn’t thinking straight. Slowly, with great reservation, she slid a single finger down her slit to her puckered back door. Body tense as she crossed this forbidden threshold, she rested the pad of her finger squarely on her virgin ass.

While the other hand continued to rub her clit, Ivy began to work her finger in a slow circle, rubbing the crinkled skin of her butthole, slick with the runoff from her sopping wet pussy. Ivy lifted her hips higher to give herself better access between her cheeks, even as her mind reeled at the reality of what she was doing. What kind of a slut would enjoy this? What kind of a whore would find herself wishing it was Adrian probing at her asshole? Would he think she was disgusting for doing this to herself? Or would it turn him on? If he wanted to fuck her up the ass, would she let him? She’d told herself she never would, the very idea was vile, but as her finger continued to circle her rear entrance Ivy couldn’t help but picture the head of Adrian’s cock in it’s place, ready to plow her tight, little ass.

Ivy swallowed hard. She could stop here and stick to her convictions, or she could keep going and cum harder than she ever had before. If she had been sober-minded, she knew what advice she would give herself. She knew she’d regret it after the fact, be crushed with the shame of getting off while doing something so gross, but her needy pussy demanded that she finish what she’d started.

Ivy let out a long, slow moan as she let go of her dignity and resigned herself to what he was about to do. She pressed at her butthole with her finger and felt the rubbery skin give way easily, lubed up by the stream of girl-cum that flowed out of her quivering slit. Her other hand was glued to her clit, frigging herself for all she was worth. The first knuckle of her finger slid past her asshole, then the second. With a finger inside of her ass, Ivy felt her bowels for the first time. She didn’t stop. Her eyes were unfocused and her brain was a chaos of chemicals as she reveled in her first anal experience. Her finger slid in deeper.

As soon as it was hilted inside of her ass, her lowest knuckle flush with her butthole, Ivy came. Hard. Stars burst in her vision, and her body shook with uncontrollable ****. She felt her pussy spasm, but there was nothing inside of it. Only her ass was filled, and her butthole squeezed down on her finger as she rode the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life. Nobody had ever made her feel like she did just then, as she pictured Adrian grunting on top of her with his cock buried inside of her asshole.

"This is how you cum now," the spirits whispered.

"You'll never cum again without something up your ass," they told her.

Ivy was too lost in her bliss to register it, but the words sank into her subconscious to become her new truth. In that moment, she had no idea that that first, trepidatious experimentation with anal was going to become her new normal. She had no clue that sex for her was now always going to involve her butthole. The fate of her sex life was written in stone, but lost in the pleasure of her orgasm, Ivy missed the words that would have let her know what was to come.