Treat Mara

You tear open the packet and take one of the deep red gummies. It is soft and slightly cool between your fingers, the shape unmistakable. You close the cask, leave the lamp burning low, and climb the stairs with the candy held carefully in your palm. The Shared Heat still moves through your blood. Your cock remains thick and heavy from everything that has already happened tonight.

Mara is in the bathroom at the end of the hall. The door stands ajar. Steam from the brief wash of water still hangs in the air. She stands at the sink in only the red sweater and her panties, the jeans left in a small pile on the floor. The silver charm’s lingering influence has left her restless. She is looking at her own reflection with a distracted expression, one hand idly smoothing the sweater over her breasts.

You step in behind her. The veil is still downstairs, but the Shared Heat and the residual effects of the night make ordinary caution feel less necessary. You simply reach around, open your hand, and offer the gummy near her lips as if it is the most natural thing in the world. Mara’s eyes flick to it. The mild compulsion written into the candy does the rest. She opens her mouth without question and takes the soft red shape onto her tongue. She chews slowly. The sweet fruit flavor spreads. Within a minute the change begins.

You feel it through the Shared Heat at the same time she does. A low, spreading sensitivity blooms between her legs and higher. Her own body answers the gummy’s imprint even though she has no cock of her own. Every shift of the panties against her becomes vivid. The air itself seems to brush her skin with intent. Her nipples tighten hard under the sweater. A soft, surprised sound leaves her throat.

You waste no more time. Your hands settle on her hips and turn her to face you. She does not resist. The Shared Heat has already linked the rising need in both of you. You push the sweater up and off. Her full breasts spill free, nipples dark and stiff. You take one into your mouth while your hands strip the damp panties down her legs. She steps out of them with a shaky breath.

Your own clothes come next. Pants and underwear shoved down just far enough. Your cock springs free, thick and already leaking at the tip. Mara’s eyes drop to it. The gummy’s secondary effect is working on her; the sight draws a low sound of hunger from her chest. She needs it. The compulsion and the Shared Heat leave no room for hesitation.

You lift her onto the edge of the sink. Her legs open for you at once. One firm thrust buries your cock to the hilt in her soaked pussy. She is still slick and sensitive from the earlier orgasm. The sudden stretch draws a sharp cry from her. You fuck her there in steady strokes, hands gripping her ass, watching her breasts bounce with every impact. The heightened touch from the cord on your wrist makes every wet squeeze of her walls feel intense. She comes again quickly, clenching hard around you, but you do not stop.

You pull free while she is still trembling, turn her around, and bend her forward over the sink. The mirror shows her flushed face and open mouth. You press the slick head of your cock against her tighter rear hole and push. The gummy’s lingering sensitivity and the Shared Heat help her body yield. Inch by inch you sink into her ass until your hips rest against her soft cheeks. She moans low and long, forehead pressed to the glass. You fuck her there with deeper strokes, one hand reaching around to rub her clit, the other steadying her hip. The tight heat is almost too much. She comes a third time with your cock buried in her ass, legs shaking, a broken string of sounds spilling from her lips.

You ease out, spin her back to face you, and guide her down to her knees on the bathroom rug. She opens her mouth without being told. You feed her your cock, still wet from both of her holes. She takes it deep, tongue working along the underside, eyes half-closed in the same hungry daze the gummy and the Shared Heat have locked her into. You hold her head and use her mouth until the pressure at the base of your spine becomes impossible to hold back. Thick ropes of cum spill across her tongue and fill her throat. She swallows what she can and lets the rest drip from the corner of her lips.

When you finally pull free she stays on her knees, breathing hard, lips shiny, body marked by everything you have just done to her. The gummy’s effects still hum through her system. The Shared Heat keeps the connection open. Outside the small window the October night continues, wind moving through the bare branches, distant and unimportant.