Three's A Crowd

Twenty-eight minutes later, the band took an intermission while the title card fight of the night played on the giant screens. John found himself under his girlfriend on a black leather couch in a dressing room that she had taken. “I won’t lie, Johnny, that girl was pretty hot. That’s why I told her to join in on our fun in a few minutes.”

John froze, his hand under her shirt. His sudden lack of movement made Jenny giggle, and he resumed his ministrations as he said, “Have I ever told you that you’re the coolest girlfriend ever?”

“It’s a good thing you think that’s good becaaauuuuse,” she said, pulling out a folded piece of paper from her boot, “I’m going to show you something I haven’t shown anyone. Not even the people who are on it.”

“Uh, alright. What’s that?” John asked as Jenny got off him. She kneeled between his legs, and he thought about how just last night they had been in each other’s positions.

“Just read it,” she replied, offering the piece of paper to him. He opened it up to find… a bingo card.

“Huh… alright then. Wait, you have Demons’ and ‘Incubus/Succubus’ on here, aren’t they demons? You also spelled ‘Succubi’ wrong” John asked, studying the card.

“I guess, but I meant a demon other than them. Do you know how easy it is to convince a Succubus to have sex?” Jenny asked, then laughed at herself. “That’s right, you don’t. You can imagine. I’m surprised I hadn’t had sex with one after I made that thing.”

“How long before we got together did you make this? Do all these races even exist?” John asked, turning the card over to look at the back. It was blank.

“I’ve never met all of them, but Keith told me they’re all real. A lot of them are even on Earth! Of course, they need special magic to exist there, but that’s beside the point. I think they’re all real,” she quickly said, purposefully ignoring the first question.

“Jenny, how long before we got together did you make this?” John asked again, and she snatched the list from him as Houndiira walked in. John hadn’t noticed, but while he was reading, she had taken off his jeans.

“Too late! The Drow is here; we can totally talk about it later!” Jenny refused to answer again, and John noticed that her eyes shined with her charm again. He quickly looked away, though it wasn’t directed at him.

“Why don’t you sit down next to me?” Jenny asked, and John tilted her face down.

“Hey, can you… not do that stuff? I want to know that she’s not just doing all this because you’re using magic to make her. That’s pretty much ****, isn’t it?” John asked, kissing his girlfriend.

“No it’s totally different because… well… shit, you’re right. I mean, it’s not mind control. I’m just lowering her inhibitions right now. She wants to do this either way. Still…” Jenny turned back to the nervous drow, who looked to be recovering. “I’m sorry. Kiss and make up?”

“Jenny!” John said, though it was hard to reprimand someone when their hand pumped up and down along your erection. Much to his surprise, the drow leaned in and began making out with his girlfriend. When she broke the kiss, a string of saliva still connected them. John could not get any harder.

“Alright, I can tell you’re a virgin, so I’m going to take this with you step by step,” Jenny said, moving over to make room for the drow on the couch.

“How can you possibly tell that?” Houndiira replied, staring at John’s dick with rapt interest, as if that wasn’t indication enough.

“I have a supernatural sense for these things. Also, I felt her hymen when we were making out,” Jenny whispered the last part to John, making a show of licking her fingers for him. “First thing’s first!” Jenny said, grabbing the back of Houndiira’s head by what hair wasn’t shaved there, “Suck it!”

“Alright, hold on a second!” John said, scooching up the couch. ”She’s clearly inexperienced! You can’t just-” he began but was interrupted by Houndiira.

“Please. Please let me do this. I’m sorry I offended you before. Please do this with me. We can talk about our hunt later.” Her white eyes sparkled as she looked up at his rod, and when he stopped moving, Jenny slammed the nervous elf’s face down on it.

“Ow, okay-okay, Jenny; TEETH!” John said, and Jenny pulled Houndiira back up, her tongue lolling out for a moment. Her eyes unfocused, and she needed a moment to snap back into focus.

“Right, I probably should give a little explanation.” Jenny said, “I’ve just never broken a female virgin before! That’s really exciting. Alright.” Jenny pat Houndiira on the cheek, not quite a slap. She flushed (though it was blue instead of red) at that, caressing it despite the slight sting and shifting her eyes away.

“Come on, ya gotta watch this part,” Jenny gently corrected her, kissing her again. “Most important rule - which you already broke but we’ll move past it - do NOT use teeth when you’re sucking a guy off. It’s not food, you can imagine how much biting down on something that sensitive would hurt.” Jenny took the base in her hand and gently sucked on the tip.

“It’s really cliche advice, but lick it like you would a lollipop or something like that. Just… no biting. Ever,” Jenny explained, swirling her tongue around the tip. In such a sexy situation, John was already halfway toward the finish line, even with such little stimulation.

Houndiira tried with smoother guidance from Jenny, and John noticed how different her tongue felt. Jenny’s was textured, hot, and eager. Houndiira’s felt smoother, cooler, and tentative. She slowly licked up his shaft, and John arched his back when her tongue pressed against the underside. She recoiled, thinking she had done something wrong.

“That was good!” Jenny rewarded the Nightsister by allowing her to remove the tight leather vest she wore. Her B-Cups jiggled slightly as they were released from their hot, tight prison. She got behind the drow and pinched her nipples as Houndiira lowered herself again. “He’s pretty big by now, eight inches is more than most girls could take, so try taking just the tip into your mouth. You should’ve seen him a month ago! He was hardly more than four inches then.”

Houndiira grasped John’s thighs hard and slowly lowered her mouth onto his dick. The inside of her mouth was like nothing he had felt before. Not quite as warm as he was used to, smooth, and to top it off, her tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft as he squirmed on the couch. This power over him is… nice. I could get used to this.

“Alright, time to put what you’ve learned to use. Remember the first rule!” Jenny said, and Houndiira’s eyes widened as she realized what Jenny meant. She took a deep breath through her nose just before his throbbing cock blocked her airway. She remembered to swirl her tongue around him, trying her best not to cough. Luckily for everyone involved, her race hadn’t evolved a gag reflex. When Jenny kept her down on him for a few seconds and realized her lack of such a reflex, she got an evil look in her eyes. She hammered Houndiira down on his dick, simultaneously breaking her hymen with her fingers in one rough movement. Houndiira gasped at the pain, though she kept servicing John.

Jenny took her hand off the back of Houndiira’s head, though the eager hole didn’t notice as she kept bobbing up and down on his dick. Sorry I beat you to it, Jenny sent over to John, holding up her ever so slightly bloodied fingers behind the deflowered woman’s head. With her clean hand, she took a pencil out of - well, John didn’t want to know where (though he didn’t see her bass case behind the couch, which would have been the logical conclusion for people not getting their dicks sucked by someone who is apparently a natural) and crossed “Drow/Night Elf” off her list. “Bingo! Yes! Alright, I’m gonna go get us drinks. I am not drunk enough to watch you fuck another girl yet.” She slapped Houndiira’s ass on the way out, which made her gasp on John’s dick.

The sudden sensation caused him to unleash his load down her throat. Her eyes widened again, and she quickly began swallowing, her throat contracting around him. “Alright,” she gasped, pulling her head up. She may not have had a gag reflex, but she still couldn’t breathe while her throat was stuffed completely full. I’ll go slower in the future, though that was… good. “I gave you pleasure. It’s my turn.”

“Agreed,” John replied, leaning up to kiss her. She tasted vaguely like his girlfriend, a classic cherry lip balm that John had never actually seen her put on. He’d only ever tasted it. His dick slowly returned to hardness as he flipped her over so that she was on the bottom. She shucked her spiked leather pants and the simple blue cotton panties that matched her skin tone, rising up to kiss him again. His tongue invaded her mouth as he **** her back down. He paused only to take off his jeans and boxers.

“How are you so flexible? From what I’ve heard, human men are-” Houndiira began, tensing as he lined up at her entrance.

“I’m not like most human men,” came John’s reply as he thrust into her. Even though Jenny had warmed her up, it was still an insanely tight fit. It was also the first time he had been in a hole that wasn’t his girlfriend’s (or the one made by his left hand). Speaking of, Jenny came back into the room with three fizzing green shots. They looked the color of apple jolly ranchers.

“Are there roofies in those?” John asked, and he considered if it was a serious question. So far, he had seen a side of his girlfriend tonight he had rarely if ever seen before.

“Give me a little more credit than that,” Jenny replied, tilting a drink down Houndiira’s throat before handing John his. “This’ll make our nights legendary. Trust me?” She offered her glass to clink against his, and he did so, downing his drink immediately. The smooth, sweet liquid burned his throat as it went down. As soon as he set the shot glass down, a pop-up appeared.

You are being affected by Fae’s Absinthe! Your body’s sensitivity has greatly increased for one hour! This increase is doubly effective in erogenous zones! Your cum production has increased by 2x for one hour!

Jenny’s hand slid along the back of his neck, leaving tingles in its wake. He instantly orgasmed inside Houndiira, who began to clench and squeeze on his cock in response, her tattoos glowing pink and her eyes rolling into the back of her head. It couldn’t be contained by the enchanted ink anymore, and her binding magic exploded outwards, the same pink color as her rosé tattoos. John felt more than saw a warm glow connect them.

Houndiira Myduis has bound herself to you! She has an undying love for you and wants nothing more than to go on hunts with you! Her true potential is still restricted by the tattoos she wears.

John paid little attention to the pop-up as he thrusted into his new second-favorite person again while his first-favorite person positioned herself above Houndiira’s mouth. Though Houndiira had never had sex with a man prior to this experience, it was pretty common for distant sisters of the different noble houses to experiment with each other before they met the man destined to take them on their great hunt. The royalty weren’t much better, but they descended more closely from driders, so their more animalistic instincts were harder to keep in check.

Achievement Unlocked: Oh Master!
Have someone consent to bind themselves to you either by your own magic or by a ritual of their people. How’d you swing that one?

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• +2 Charisma
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Achievement Unlocked: I Was Born To Love You
Achieve a full relationship score of two-hundred with someone!

• +2,000 XP
• +3 Charisma
• Lovely Pendant

Level up!

You know, I really hoped that would be Jenny, John thought as he continued to thrust into Houndiira. In her slavishly horny state, her score had jumped up to two-hundred. Jenny’s hovered around one-fifty. At least it wasn’t Amy. She’s nice and all, but… she got way too into me way too fast. Then again, Houndiira took less time… but we’re all ****, and I’m balls deep in her. It’s a different situation.

John was surprised he could have such a coherent thought as he came inside Houndiira again. There’s that Wisdom stat put to good use. Gaia knows I don’t use it in my decision making.

Got me there.

So are you just going to interject when I think of you sometimes now? John thought, but he got no reply. What a fickle goddess. He thought it with intention to bait a reply from her, but he again received none. Jenny leaned over and bit down on his neck, and the indescribable pleasure and pain wrenched his focus back to the fucking.