Showertime

“Your mom’s nice,” Red commented as John opened his bedroom door and invited her inside. “And hot.”

“Can we please not talk about my mom that way,” John groaned.

Red plopped herself on his bed and furrowed her brow in confusion. “Why not? Don’t you want to fuck her?”

“Yeah, Johnny,” Saccharine added, her head popping out of Red’s hood. “With no daddy around to keep her satisfied, she needs her little boy.”

John showed the Dessert Fairy his middle finger as she fell into a fit of laughter. “I’m not going to bone my mom,” he said firmly, even as images of Brenda, her large tits bouncing and face scrunched in ecstasy as she rode his hard cock, filtered into his perverted head. “And besides,” John continued, sitting on the bed beside his girlfriend, “how are you so okay with the idea of me sleeping with other girls?”

“Isn’t that normal?” Red asked.

“No?” John replied with a bemused smile.

“Oh,” Red gasped as if having an epiphany. “I forgot you humans don’t live in packs the way Wargs do.”

“So what, polygamy is just a thing Wargs do?” John asked, thinking a few human laws ought to be changed.

“Kind of,” Red giggled, playfully kissing up and down his neck as she explained; “It’s not really marriage, you see… only the strongest member, the alpha, controls the terms of who can sleep with who. A male alpha most often results in all the women of his pack being taken for himself.”

“So what are you supposed to do if you’re not part of the alpha’s harem?”

Red shrugged. “Either you issue a challenge or hunt outside of the pack.”

“And if you plain just don’t like the fucker, you stick it to him and fuck some random douche you pick up on the street,” Saccharine added snarkily.

Red playfully swatted at the fairy, sending her spinning through the air. She flipped Red off once she managed to reorient herself, before sitting down on the frame of John’s computer chair with a huff.

John turned his attention back to Red and tried to frame his next words carefully. “So what about you, then? Will you, uh, be sleeping with other guys?”

Red blinked at him before bursting into a fit of laughter. “No, you git! I told you last night, didn’t I? I’m yours. Besides, I think you’ll be keeping me very satisfied,” she teased, running her hand over John’s crotch. “I won’t need another man in my life when I’ve got this guy.”

“What happened to being too sore?” John teased.

“Mmm, well… all this talk has got me feeling a little randy,” Red replied, biting on her lower lip and gesturing to the bulge in his pants. “And it looks like I’m not the only one.”

“Tends to happen when a pretty girl is fawning over my crotch,” John agreed.

“Well, I think I might have an early breakfast,” Red winked, pulling the zipper down on his pants at an agonizingly slow pace. She paused when she had his pants halfway down, her nose curling as it caught the musky odour hidden in his pants. Even without Red’s heightened sense of smell, he knew they smelt of dirt, sweat, and sex. Apparently the smell of dry sex wasn’t all too pleasant on Red’s nose, as she was suddenly eyeing the bathroom door with more desire than she had been with his dick. “You smell, buddy,” she grimaced, clapping him on the thigh and gesturing to the bathroom, “and need a shower.”

John groaned in disappointment as he stood up and stumbled into the bathroom after dropping his pants on the floor outside. However, it wasn’t all bad news. Just as the shower water turned hot and a thick cloud of steam began to fog the bathroom, he heard the door open again. Red crept up to him and pressed her body against him. “Mmm, if only there was a way we could clean up and have some fun at the same time,” she cooed in his ear.

John wholeheartedly agreed with that idea, spinning around and meeting Red’s lips in a lust fueled kiss. A small line of spit bridged the gap between their lips when they parted.

“Looks like somebody likes it when I put out,” Red teased, licking her soft lips and kicking off her panties.

She leapt into his chest, and he barely managed to catch her, distracted by the pecks, licks, and nibbles she used to get his engine roaring. John carried her under the stream of shower, and they both let out a contented sigh as the running water rained on their naked skin. The shower was not made for two people, but there was enough room for the two of them to squeeze together. John pressed Red’s back against the wall of the shower, and she let out a momentary gasp as her skin touched the cold glass, her sharp cry reverberating in the tiled room.

“In me,” Red growled, reaching down to align his cock with her soaked cunt. It wasn’t just shower water that had gotten her so wet.

Her order was one John was all too willing to follow, and he entered her with a gratifying schlick. The sublime walls of her snatch welcomed him back with a warm embrace, pulsing and pulling him deeper inside her. John began to rock his hips back and forth, the friction of their fucking fanning the fires of their ardor. Red flattened her back against the glass of the shower and howled, pushing her B-cup breasts out to John, who added to the marks Red had collected from their previous night of passion. Her voice resonated in the bathroom, adding a pleasant depth to her song. John could have sworn she was being loud to deliberately attract the attention of his mother downstairs.

Skill level up: Fucking is now Level 2
Target’s pleasure is increased by 2%.

John smiled at the level up, thinking it would be a long road to level 100, but oh, how the journey would be worth it.

“Bloody hell this feels so goo-ooood,” she cried with a waver in her voice. Her hands pressed against the walls of the confined space so they could maintain their balance while John penetrated. If not for that, they might have slipped and fallen in the thick of their coupling.

Then all of a sudden Red signalled for John to slow down, much to his discontent. John was about to ask what was wrong when she put a finger to his lips and sniffed the air before quietly leaning in to his ear. “We have an audience,” she whispered with a sly smile.

John looked past her shoulder and peered through the fogged glass. Sure enough, sitting on the edge of the sink by the bathroom door was Saccharine, with her sundress pulled up and three fingers buried between her thighs. Truthfully, sex with Red had made John forget about Saccharine waiting in the bedroom for them to ‘clean up’. He couldn’t exactly blame her for being curious or horny, especially with all the noise they were making. In fact, it was kind of thrilling to know you’re being watched.

“Wanna put on a show?” Red continued in a hush voice, her fingers playing across his chest.

“Fuck yes,” John replied, a tone of primal hunger caught in his voice.

He eased Red onto the ground and spun her around, an act that was rather awkward in the confined space of the shower. The steaming water made it far easier, however, and soon John had Red pressed against the wall, taking her cunt roughly from behind.

The Dessert Fae whimpered as she watched them fuck, eyes wide as she watched the shower wall shake with every one of John’s thrusts. It had been far too long since she’d been bent over on pixie dick; there were no other fae to shoot the breeze with around the Perrault manor. She’d been starved of company her own size, leaving her wet as a fish in water and only her right hand and her imagination for a pleasant time.

But for some reason, the idea of pixie dick sounded woefully unfulfilling compared to the slab on display before her. She couldn’t help but imagine herself, much larger, being skewered by John’s cock the way Red was now. ‘He’d tear me apart,’ Saccha thought with a crazed smile. The thought was like crack and had her strumming with a frenzy she’d never felt before.

The two in the shower were growing exponentially louder as they neared their climax. Saccha was convinced the glass would shatter as Red was aggressively pounded against it. The fae edited the details in her mind as the scene played out before her eyes, revelling in the sensation of John’s rough fucking. ‘Oh, yeah. I have got to give it a ride, later,’ she determined. ’Fuck, if only I was the size of a Noble right about now,’ she wished, thinking of all the things she’d do to the human boy.

‘That’s it, Johnny, fuck me up. Pump me full of your cu-uuum!’ Saccharine thought, letting out a shrill shriek as she came in time with the couple in the shower, her cunt flushing a small puddle onto the ceramic counter of the sink.

Her knees quivered, and her mind blanked for a moment as it went through a reboot. ‘Fuck, I haven’t come that hard in years,’ she sighed as she staggered to her feet, tipsy from the soaring high her climax had brought her to.

As much as she hoped that there’d be an encore, it was quite possible they heard something and would want to investigate. The Dessert Fae wasn’t quite sure she was ready to live through that humiliation, and so she quickly flew out of the small gap in the door that Red had perhaps purposely left open.

John groaned with immense satisfaction as he painted Red’s insides white, while the girl in question quivered with pure rapture, stuck between him and the shower wall. They stayed still for a long minute, knees shaking and breathing erratically as their bodies fought to recover a steady rhythm. The patter of the hot water on their bodies helped to ease the tension that had built in their muscles.

Looking over towards the bathroom sink, John saw that Saccharine had crept away, but based on the cry he’d heard, she sure had enjoyed the show. John sure had had fun performing it, and the blissful smile on Red’s lips told him she felt the same way. As he pulled out, a thick glob of his cum splattered onto the shower floor and was swiftly carried by the running water into the drain.

“Oh geez,” Red said with an amused roll of her eyes. “I’m gonna have to take another of those pills, aren’t I?”

John laughed and ran a finger through her wet hair, looking into her blue eyes. He made to kiss her again in the hope of initiating something new, but Red simply laughed and turned her head away.

“How about we clean up for real, yeah?” she suggested, grabbing a bottle of shampoo from the shower rack. “C’mon, I’ll wash you if you wash me…”

While missing out on a second round sure was disappointing, John had to admit the prospect of cleaning Red was exciting in its own way…