Really, Really, Really Make it Work

You consider the question Kara offered of who you want to pick up. What type. Being truthful to yourself, the answer really is just her. Without a doubt Kara was the most exotic, interesting person you had ever met and it was painful that this person was off-limits simply because you chose her as a mentor. It was unfair. You stared hard at the Fox, declining the question and posing your own in a flustered tone.

“You would say I made the right choice picking you as my mentor.”

She turned her head quizzically and thought for a moment before reluctantly answering. Her hesitance was likely in the fact that she did not know where you were going with this. It certainly was not answering her inquiry as she would've liked.

“Yeah?”

“The best choice.”

“Yup.”

“If I made other choices I'd be worse off and you know that?”

“Of course.” Kara became increasingly confident with each response. When she was hooked you finally added bitterly.

“From my perspective, if I can't have you then it was the wrong choice. I should've met you and chose someone else so that we could be more than what we are now.”

For a few seconds she simply stood silent, offering you a blank stare. Finally her lips curled down into a subtle frown as she stared up at the ceiling in thought. She crossed her arms under her perky chest and tapped her foot to some unseen beat.

“Can you answer the question and follow through on MY ask?” She requested.

“No.” You stated flatly.

She clicked her tongue, made a groaning sound and threw her head back. “Waddaya want me to do or say, Hero. I'm NOT the person you want me to be. I'm just not. I don't settle down. I don't remain exclusive. Love isn't on the table for you or anyone else, to be clear.” Kara stared at you in disbelief.

“Do what I asked. Get other girls...” She shrugged and added.

“Or guys. I'm a pretty great mentor, and a good fuck but I'm NOT what you're looking for.”

“But you are.”

Kara threw her hands up in the air. “I dunno what to do with you. You're fucked in the head. I'm saying you can't have what YOU want with me. I dunno how you can keep the same feelings for me after that.”

Your heart was pounding. You gave the best, most truthful response you could think of. “Because not getting exactly what YOU want is your deal-breaker, not-” Kara narrowed her eyes at you. You gulped.

“-mine.”

“Not yours?” She repeated curiously.

“Y-yeah.”

“So you're just fine not getting what you want?”

“Yeah.” You said in a stronger tone. The biggest thing, you thought, was you were fine waiting.

“Is there a limit?” Kara questioned. You cocked your head at the question.

“Is there? I mean... If I said you'd never get what you want with me. That's not YOUR deal-breaker?” She stared straight into you. It may have been a test, or it could have been genuine. It was one of those moments where her mood was almost indecipherable.

“That's fine.” You lied.

Kara leaned back. She looked shocked. “You serious?”

In your mind you convinced yourself that her being allowed to do what she wanted for a time while being with you would warm her to you. Seemingly, it already had. That your openness would be an invitation for her to eventually love you. You wanted it still more than anything, but leading her on as to the opposite was what you believed you needed to do to make it a reality.

“Completely. Love and mating? Off the books. But... Affection still, yeah?”

“Yeah.” The Fox offered, her tail beginning to sway behind her in a pleased motion.

“You're not messing with me, right? Because if you're just saying this to-”

“I'm not!” You held up your hands defensively.

“So stop asking.”

Kara smiled widely and embraced you. You awkwardly wrapped your arms around her, fingers slipping into the small of her back.

“That's great.” She cooed. Kara leaned back and stared into you. You had no way of knowing if she was being genuine or still testing you, but you guessed that it was genuine.

“So... You're more eager to hear me out, then?”

“Yeah?” You were not sure what she meant, but you were, even without knowing.

“Okay. Well, I think life is for enjoyment and experience, right?”

“Right.”

“Like... Doing this because it's fun and feels good is great.” before you could ask 'doing what' she leaned back in and pressed her lips to yours. Her tongue slipped into your mouth and rolled around like she was trying to tie yours in a knot. Your heart thumped as though it was about to start hammering through your ribs like a miner. Your hands outstretched as you forgot where they go or what they do. She leaned over you until your chair fell back and she was on top of you. She released you from the kiss, but immediately brought her lips to your ear and nipped down on it.

“For fun... Things are better, right? No hangups. No neediness or attachments beyond what you want.” The sound of her voice right next to your ear had your body react like you had just come in from the cold. You had asked for affection and she had delivered tenfold in ways you never expected. It was such a high to feel her body on you. Her lips on you.

“Y-yeah.” You stammered enthusiastically. If it was like this all the time she was right. It was all true. If.

Kara moaned. “Ooh. This is a load off my mind, Hero. I'm so glad you're open to this. It's a way easier way to engage with the abilities I'm teaching you.” She glanced back, her ears perking.

“Oh! Here.” She got off of you and offered you a hand up. She draped an arm around your shoulders and motioned encouragingly towards the passed-out sailor.

“This is the perfect opportunity to try something new. He's out cold.”

“W-what?” Your body tensed as you looked at the naked, ugly, bulky bastard and his large flaccid cock. You felt such an insane high when she was embracing you and kissing you, and her tone when speaking to you was something else while your were playing the part. It could all come crashing down if you showed her that you were not truly serious about being open.

Kara knelt leaned over the bed and cupped his balls with one hand and held his cock with her other. “This? This is power.”

“Not that I'm opposed, but what are you doing?”

“Training you.” She said frankly.

“Do you think the same training methods should be used for a guy like me, since you're teaching from the perspective of a girl.”

She looked confused by the question. “I don't see why not.” You answered without words by staring down awkwardly at your member which was dwarfed by his. She did not notice or understand.

“It should just be universal. If you get this, you can start accumulating your own power early.”

“How's that work?” You relented.

“With our power we don't accumulate Aura ourselves. Instead, what we do is we form connections that tie others potential back to us. I've built connections like this all over the world and it all stays with me. They become a part of me and they don't even know it.” She said smugly, a predatory smirk crossing her lips.

“Even a weak guy like this in terms of 'power' is virile enough that he can give us something...” She juggled his heavy balls around in her palm and gave him a few more exploratory strokes.

“More.”

“What is it?”

“He's recovering very quickly. I should've drained him completely but it's like it's coming back to him somehow.”

“Well, what's it mean?”

Kara shrugged. “Some guys are super virile. I stick around a bit longer than usual with them, because I can make a stronger connection to increase my own power. But since I'm with you-”

“G-go ahead.” You blurt out, thinking she would want to hear that. Just as you anticipated, Kara smiled widely.

“Great. Just great.” She hummed happily.

“We form connections by getting them to agree. Consent isn't needed if they 'agree' in other ways. Like say... Thinking they'e in control.”

“Just thinking they are, right?”

“Right. They can't actually do anything. I've done this a thousand times. They all buckle. He's probably only got one more in him.” Kara explained. The flippancy in her tone reassured you somewhat, but it did not change the fact that she was holding a large cock right in front of you.

“Watch.” She gave his thick, hairy leg a slap. He suddenly awoke and jolted up.

“Wah? Wuh-huh?” He looked around, rubbing the side of his head.

“'d I get robbed?” He snorted.

“No. I'm still here.” Kara reassured him. He looked at her, then looked at her.

“Him too? Get out of here, kid!” He barked.

“Wait wait.” Kara begged.

“He's good with hanging around. He likes to watch and he's interested.” You blinked and mouthed at her 'I am?' She winked.

“I'm not interested in him...” He claimed, eyeing you up and down.

“Come ooon. Let's just go another round. Don't mind him.” Kara cooed, still stroking his member.”

“Fuck off.” The man shook his head.

“Huh?” Kara was as surprised as you were, but not as relieved.

“Too much. Just some dock-slut thinks she can ride me for free and t' top it off you wanna keep your little friend around while he jerks off? Nah.” He began to get up.

“Wait wait wait.” Kara pleaded. She shot a look at you.

“He really is interested, right?”

“R-right.”

The man glared. “I'm not gonna have you around jus' so you can jerk off to me, freak!”

“That's not my goal!” You promised. It absolutely was not.

“How do I prove it?”

* *

It was barely worth noting, but the man had quite a few tattoos up his arm and across his chest as most sailors would. He took you both closer to the center of Orr, away from the docks so that you could, in his words, get some of your own done. As you waited you muttered to Kara.

“Is this worth it? We can find another guy. Anyone else.”

She looked annoyed, not at you, but at the situation. “I know I know, but he's a cocky bastard. I need to finish him off.”

“Why?”

“He challenged me. I need to make sure I'm b- etter.” She stuttered as the artist began working on her backside. You were both waiting on your bellies side by side. You cringed as it started on your back, as well. Sharp pain shot through the area above your rear as the artist slowly moved his needle across your skin. She continued as you pressed your forehead against the table to endure the pain.

“You need to get this so that this Orran will tolerate you and I need to get it so he'll trust me. When we're done we get them removed and boom, done.”

“It's a lot of effort.” You whined. The Tattoo in question on your lower back signified that you were not a man. Not necessarily a woman, but the main point as you understood it was for the very manly men of Orr they did not want to have sex with men, but that there was a loophole in identifying very twinkish men like yourself as something 'other.' The men marked as such were therefore fair game and it would not diminish the Orran's manliness to be attracted to them or fuck them. Or so they say.

“I know, but he challenged me.” Kara explained. You gave up arguing and told yourself it would all be over after the next time.

* *

Kara did not ride the man when they got back to his hovel near the docks. Instead he placed himself over her and fucked down into her pussy with a slow, heavy thrust like a worker driving a hammer into a peg, putting his entire weight into his work. Kara could feel it for all his intent. She felt like the full body of the man was hammering down on one sensitive spot inside of her and it was amazing. Just like before Kara looked genuinely at a loss. Her tongue fell out over her bottom lips, her face was red and she was mewling for more.

“Yes! Yes daddy more!”

He panted and glanced back. “Hey, I don't hear sweeping, bitch.”

“Sorry...” You rolled your eyes and began moving the broom. He was not going to just let you sit and watch, according to him. You had to do something to add value to the deal, as though he was not the one benefiting. You stared jealously as he fucked the woman you considered to be the love of your life in front of you. You took solace in the fact that she probably was just putting on an act for him. She sounded close but after your response he stopped and pulled out, making a sucking sound as he slipped free.

“W-wait!” Kara complained.

I'm- you're not done yet!”

“You shut up.” He ordered, turning to look at you.

“Just sorry? Is there a bit of sass in that tone?” The worker uttered forcefully.

Kara sighed. “Uhm... Could like, focus more on me.”

“You wanted him here...” He muttered, staring down at you. The dockworker towered over you by comparison. He leaned down, ignoring your hard member.

“You say 'I'm so sorry, sir.'”

You gulped and looked past him to Kara. She shrugged.

“I'm so sorry, sir.”

He grinned. “Say it nicely. Smile.”

You **** a little smile and said again. “I'm so sorry, sir.”

“Ask me. Ask, 'please go back to fucking my girl.'”

You shifted uncomfortably and looked to Kara while gripping the broom tightly. You could not let on that it disgusted you. She rolled her eyes in a way that made you smile genuinely and made a rolling motion with her hand.

“Please go back to fucking my girl.”

“Huh.” The man rubbed his chin.

“Y-yes?” You gulped as he lifted a brow and added.

“Sir.”

“You're actually pretty submissive... It's nice.” He commented.

“Sit.” You sat.

“Stand.” You stood.

“Spin around.” You spun, not seeing the point in it. As your back turned he gave it a smack. You jumped.

“Good reaction.” He complimented.

“Say thank you.”

“Thank-” You felt an odd shift. Before you had to think about doing what he said but the moment he asked you to thank him the words left your mouth without a thought about it and you had to stop yourself from continuing. You did not want to upset him though, so after acknowledging that fact you continued.

“-you. Thank you.”

He grinned triumphantly and glanced back at Kara. She smiled and opened her legs. Her pussy was somewhat agape and leaking already. He shrugged at her.

“Meh. Not in the mood anymore. Gonna jerk it outside and hit the pub.” As soon as he said that he left.

Kara slid to the edge of the bed. “The hell?”

“I- I don't know I just-”

She interrupted. “You were great, but... You see that? He just left and didn't finish! That bastard... When he comes home I'll fuck him again and I'll drain his whole damn essence!” She smiled at you and dragged you onto the bed. You breathed excitedly as she climbed on top. It was the highlight of the lowpoint that was watching her fuck someone else. At the very, very least, at the end of the night when she was done or frustrated she would welcome you and offer all her affection to you.

“You were fantastic.” Kara leaned down and kissed you as she guided your hard member inside. She continued the kiss as she bounced up and down a few times. You felt it and she felt it.

“Hm...”

“It's uh... It's okay.”

“I tighten up nicely, but after he's fucked me I guess I'm a little loose and you're a little small.” She offered bluntly.

“I can get better.” There was a tint of hope in your tone that was crushed when she said.

“I dunno. Maybe. But there's some stuff you just can't make up for with skill.” She slid off of you and spread her cunt to show just how much it had been widened by his member.

“Like this... He basically hollowed me out...” She rolled her eyes.

“The asshole. We coulda been done.” The Fox sighed and opened her arms. You dove into them and began making a valiant effort to fuck her loose pussy. It was not such a simple and perfect thing, but it seemed to work for you and she showed enough tact to at least pretend it worked for her. She made a good show of it, moaning, hugging and kissing you. Her hand ran through your hair.

“Come outside, okay.” She advised, sensing it in you. You nodded, pulled free and let loose a weak spurt onto her stomach.

“Was it okay for you?”

“It was okay for me.” She shrugged evenly.