Round 1 Day 2 - Max's Night (1/2)

Matt and Max got back to the Master Suite late, but dinner was already waiting for them in a stack of plastic containers and paper bags on the kitchenette counter, and two bottles of beer coated in condensation. Max made a beeline for it, seemingly unphased by the unfeasible quantity of books that enveloped the room, picking up one of the containers and popping the lid. A cloud of steam billowed out, and a rich scent of a spice so potent it made Matt’s nose sting and his eyes water from several feet away.

“Awesome,” Max grinned, “I wasn’t sure if they could do it when I asked the goblins for stuff from my local Indian, but if this isn’t it then it’s close enough.”

She set the open container down, grabbed one of the paper bags and ripped out a large, soft naan bread. Tearing a chunk out of it, she used it to grab a piece of chicken dripping with red-brown sauce and shovel it into her mouth. She let out a low moan as she chewed, and her eyes rolled back.

“Sho goo!” she exclaimed through a mouthful of bread, then swallowed, dunked the bread again, and held it out towards Matt, “Want some?”

“...sure,” he said cautiously, slowly accepting it between his fingertips then taking a quick bite before his nerve failed. For a moment, a fabulously complex taste of layered spices warmed his palate, but before he could begin to identify any of the components a fiery pain blossomed across his entire mouth. He stiffened, took some time to confirm for himself that it hadn’t actually done any physical damage, then finished and swallowed the mouthful despite the risk to his throat.

“It tastes great,” he said with only a slight rasp to his voice.

Max snorted as she watched a drop of sweat roll down his temple, then pulled another container from the stack and slapped it down in an empty space on the counter. “There. Butter chicken, you big wuss.”

“That’s a little more my speed,” he let out a soft laugh of relief, and joined her in using the bread as primary utensil. The buttery curry was smooth, creamy, and what little of it he could taste past the lingering burning sensation was actually pretty nice.

“You’re not beating those vanilla accusations,” she rolled her eyes and smirked, cracking the tops off both beer bottles on the edge of the counter, handing one to Matt, then taking a long swig.

“I’m just more into inflicting pain than suffering it,” Matt batted back with a shrug, then froze as he realised what he’d just said. Another drop of sweat formed on his temple, unrelated to the spice from the food. Max had definitely been acting like she wanted to be treated roughly, but he sounded like a sociopath admitting he’d enjoy being the one to do it. He tried to cover for himself by taking his own gulp of the crisp ale.

Max slowed her eating, peering closely at Matt, then a slow smile spread across her face. “I knew I was right to pin my hopes on you,” she chuckled, pretending not to notice when his shoulders sagged in relief, “Eat as much as you like, then you can hurt me as much as you want.”

“I might just take you up on that,” he said, reassembling his confidence and then redirecting the conversation, “Until then, tell me about yourself. I had no idea you were into axe throwing, so what else don’t I know about you?”

Max’s smile wavered. Her good mood withered. “Seriously? We’ve known each other for years. We’ve just spent half the day together. Now you want to interrupt our flirting for some first date shit?”

“It is our first date,” he pointed out, “I’m not asking you to spill your deepest secrets and I already know what you’re like as a person, but I don’t even know if you have a family.” They made eye contact, and he met her disgruntled frown with a warm smile.

“Alright, fine,” she said reluctantly, “Mum’s an accountant, dad’s a teacher. Happily married and sickeningly sweet to each other, but they’re brilliant parents. I’m the eldest of three, brother is a doctor, sister is a lawyer. A few times a year we have a big party with enough aunts, uncles and cousins to fill a double decker bus. That’s about all the important details.” She shrugged. “How about you?”

“Not much in the way of family myself, actually,” he chuckled, “No siblings, no close aunts, uncles or cousins. Mum left when I was a kid, I moved to London with my dad a bit after that when he got a new job. I had a stepmum and a pair of stepsisters for a while, they were nice,” he smiled, a little sadly, “That didn’t last though. I’m not sure what they’re up to now.”

“Don’t get sappy on me,” Max warned in between scooping up more curry, “I still wanna get fucked tonight and you’ll spoil the mood.”

Matt winced. Dammit, another conversation he'd been putting off that he really shouldn't have. No wonder Max was starting to get annoyed with him. “Speaking of spoiling the mood: no actual sex tonight.”

“You’re kidding,” Max accused flatly, giving him an unimpressed stare.

“Sarah’s one request,” he said, apologetically, “Or the one that was relevant to us, at least. Everything else is still on the table, she didn’t ask me not to touch you or anything like that.”

“You’re lucky I can cum from swallowing your load now then,” she gestured at him with a piece of sauce-soaked bread, then popped it in her mouth and gulped it down with a wink.

Okay, the mood wasn't totally ruined then. That was good. He fixed her with a look and a cocky grin. “What sort of men have you been with before that made you think that’s the only way you’re cumming tonight?”

“Fuck off,” she laughed, mostly goodnaturedly, but with a little tension, “If we’re doing first date stuff then you don’t ask about sex history. How would you like it if I asked about your body count?”

“Two.”

The quiet, faintly embarrassed answer took Max completely off guard. It didn’t make any sense. She stared at Matt while he carried on eating as though nothing was the matter.

“Two?” she asked, needing to be sure.

“Two,” he agreed with a small nod.

“You’ve only ever fucked blondie and your wife?” she tried asking a different way, in case that helped.

He nodded again.

“Huh,” she recoiled slightly, frowning in confusion and disappointment, “I figured you’d have been swimming in pussy.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he smiled, “But there’s been less than two months of my entire adult life when I wasn’t in a long-term relationship, and I wasn’t in much of a mood for playing the field at the time.”

“Where the fuck did all this cockiness come from then?”

“You’ll find out,” he winked, then once more attempted to drag the conversation back on track, “So what sort of stuff do you do outside of work then, other than axe throwing?”

Max sighed and looked down at her curry. She’d eaten most of it, but she was still as hungry as she had been all day, and more food wouldn’t fix that. She’d been good though. She’d controlled herself. She’d played along even as her patience wore thin and Matt’s insistence on getting to know her better nearly ruined it for both of them. She picked up her drink and drained the bottle as she fought with herself. Her patience ran out, and the hunger won.

“You know what? Fuck this,” she growled, slamming the empty bottle down, pushing off the counter and stepping into Matt’s personal space, glaring up at him, “You don’t get to keep promising you’ll rock my world and then delaying it until later. Do you want me or not?”

Matt took a half step away as Max pressed herself close, her newly expanded breasts pushing against the bottom of his ribcage, but he stopped himself. He saw the hunger in her eyes, sensed the sincerity in the question, and adjusted his approach. Don’t reject her now. Don’t make her feel unwanted. Keep up the confidence she expects to see.

“Of course I want you,” he said, his voice low and smooth, and pressed his palm against the side of her face. To his surprise, she slapped it away.

“No. None of that lovey shit,” she scolded him, then shoved him in the chest, forcing another half step back away from the counter, “I’m not your fucking wife. You want me, you fucking take me.”

“Oh I’m going to take you,” he promised, his eyes smouldering, still adapting, reading her reactions, becoming what she needed from him, “But it’s going to be at my pace.”

“Well pick up the fucking pace then!” she snapped, shoving him again, “I’m a filthy, homewrecking slut so start treating me like- Mmmph!”

• Kissed: +1VP (Violated the sanctity of marriage! x2 bonus = +2VP)
• Groped breasts: +2VP

Matt surged forward. The hand Max had slapped away grabbed a fistful of her bright green hair and forcefully tipped her head back, his other hand grabbed a palmful of breast, his lips crushed against hers and his tongue tasted the spice and ale in her mouth, his body pressed hers against the counter until she was starting to bend over backwards. She moaned, then gasped as he lifted his head, his grip tugging painfully on her roots as she tried to chase after him.

“You are not a homewrecker,” he insisted, his voice shaking with need and nerves as they stared into each other’s eyes, “Sarah knows. She gave us permission. This isn’t cheating, and this isn’t going to make me love her any less.”

“Whatever you need to tell yourself,” Max smirked, “I’m still a filthy slut though, so it’s about time you start acting like it.”

It was Matt’s turn to gasp this time as he suddenly felt his hardening cock exposed to the air and to Max’s fingers. He hadn’t even noticed her undoing his fly. The gasp turned into a laugh.

“I guess you are,” he agreed, “Want to take this to the bedroom?”

“Not yet,” she shook her head, and Matt released his hold on her hair and her chest as she slowly sank to her knees, “I’ve waited enough. Right here, right fucking now.” Despite her impatient words, she paused when she reached eye level with his cock. “Huh. With your attitude I kind of expected you to be hung like a horse, but you’re just kind of... normal.”

“Sorry to disappoint,” Matt raised an eyebrow, wearing an amused smile.

“Eh, looks big enough to stretch my throat, and that’s all that matters,” Max shrugged, then before he knew what was happening she was suddenly gripping his hips and demonstrating.

“Oh fuck!” Matt grunted as Max buried her nose in his neatly trimmed pubic hair.

Her throat convulsed around his head as she gagged, but kept going. Her tongue lapped against the underside of his shaft, the metal stud he’d felt while kissing her tickling against his hardness, along with the ring through her lip. A heat surrounded him, mercifully subtle, from the spices in her saliva. She held the position for a moment, then pulled back, gasping for breath, eyes watery, a strand of spit still connecting him to her mouth. There was a smeared ring of her lipstick around the base of his dick, a purple so violent it kept knuckledusters in its pockets.

“That's what I needed. It’s been way too fucking long,” Max grinned, then leaned away until the back of her head bumped into the side of the counter, “Now make me choke on that cock until you pump a load down my throat.”

There was a flash of feedback from Consent Checker: not just a confirmation, but a need so intense it was dizzying. “If you insist,” he growled, then complied. He grabbed the sides of her head with both hands, she opened her mouth eagerly, stuck out her tongue, and he stepped forward to thrust into her.

Max moaned, and then so did Matt as the vibrations travelled up his shaft. Fuck it. If she really wanted this, if she really wasn’t fragile, then he’d let her have it. He thrust harder, deeper, crushing her face into his body, feeling her gag around him, but still she kept a firm hold of his hips. Still she kept encouraging him deeper.

Tears began to roll down Max’s cheeks, leaving black streaks of mascara on her brown skin, but when Matt paused for a moment on a backstroke she somehow (despite having a full mouth) smiled and pulled him back in. It was that pull, more than the magical feeling of approval in the back of his head, that finally snapped the last of his restraint. He stepped even closer, hammering into her, using her skull like a fleshlight. Max let go of his hips to begin frantically fumbling with the fastenings of her jeans, but didn’t get there in time.

With a final thrust and a low groan, Matt forced himself deep and came hard. Max spluttered as he throbbed inside her throat, drool dripping out of the corners of her mouth, then shuddered as the first pulses of cum poured down her neck and straight into her stomach. The feeling was an unlikely combination of fullness, like the satisfaction of eating a big meal while starving combined with the pleasure of being stretched out during sex. Both sensations built, and built, and combined, until she suddenly realised she was having the longest orgasm of her life without any clear idea of where it had started or when it would ever end.

• Blowjob: +5VP (First! x2 bonus = +10VP)
• Swallowed: +2VP (First! x2 bonus = +4VP)
• Hands-free orgasm: +3VP (First! x2 bonus = +6VP)

Matt withdrew, stepped back, and as soon as he released his hold on Max’s head she slumped low. She coughed and gasped, drew in deep and desperate gulps of oxygen, and scrambled at the zipper of her jeans with fingers too shaky to work it. After several failures in a row, she gave up and clamped a hand between her legs instead, pressing hard into her crotch through the denim. Her legs shook, her thighs squeezed together to try and increase the pressure, she bent double and let out a whimpering moan, then a shriek and a spasm as the pleasure finally peaked and she slowly went limp.

“Are you... um...” Matt tried to ask in between deep breaths, crouching down and putting a hand on her shoulder, “Are you alright?”

“Fuck me, that was intense,” Max said in a throaty groan that turned into a slightly manic laugh, “I don’t feel so bad about missing out on sex if blowjobs are gonna be like that from now on. You lucky bastard.”

“Definitely lucky, but you seem like you’re coming out of this pretty well too,” he replied with a chuckle and a sigh of relief, “How’s the hunger?”

At the question, Max’s eyes immediately dropped between his legs to his still half-hard cock, smeared in lipstick and shining with spit. She licked her lips, and sat up. “Still there,” she smirked, then shook herself, “Not as strong, but I hope you’ve got plenty more in the tank still.”

“I’m sure I can manage a few more,” he winked and stood, extending a hand down to help her up, “Should we take this to the bed?”

“In a sec,” she said, ignoring the offered hand and pulling herself up on the counter instead, her thighs trembling as she set them under her and staggered back towards the doorway, “Let me grab all the shit I bought first.”

Matt blinked, retracted his hand, tucked his cock back into his underwear, then passed Max in a few long strides. He scooped up the canvas bag with one hand, grabbed Max by the elbow with the other, and smoothly redirected her towards the bedroom.

“Didn’t trust me not to get lost?” she snorted, but followed along without complaint.

“I just thought from experience that you might appreciate being able to lean on me,” he said smoothly, “It’s not my first time leaving a woman with her legs shaking.”

“You cocky prick, you’ve barely even touched me yet,” she accused with a laugh, but not a cruel one.

“And yet, you’re already having trouble walking,” he pointed out, “Seems like I’m off to a great start.”

That one earned him a punch in the shoulder, but also another laugh as Max shook him off, snatched the bag from his hand and dashed ahead to beat him to the bedroom.

“There’s some fun stuff in here,” she said, sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching in to pull out a glass vial filled with a thin, red liquid, “Stamina potion, to start with. Not an ongoing one, drink it when you need it, or we can split it and both get a bit of a boost.” She tossed the vial onto the mattress, then pulled out a second one with silvery contents, shaking it in front of Matt’s face. “Cumshot potion, makes your next load a massive one, so take it when you’re running dry. Can’t wait to see how hard that makes me cum if it felt that good normally.”

Matt squinted at the vial. “What happens if you drink that one?”

Max frowned and looked at the vial again. “I dunno. Maybe it makes me squirt? Not finding out tonight either way, if I don’t get your mega magic cumshot before the end of the night then I’ll bite your dick off. Anyway, this next one’s great.” She dropped the second vial, and pulled out a pair of rigid metal handcuffs.

The glint of steel reflected in Matt's eyes, but he held back. “Those don’t look comfortable for bondage. Or safe.”

“Don’t be a wuss, you’re not the one wearing them,” Max said, rolling her eyes, “But they’re enchanted not to cause any damage anyway. Oh, and grab them by the middle. You’ll love this.”

She held up the handcuffs, and Matt did as she asked, holding them in one hand by the short length between the two shackles. Max grinned.

“Now drop them.”

He gave her a curious look, but her amused expression gave nothing away. He shrugged, and let go. The handcuffs remained exactly where they were, hovering in the air.

“Cool, right?” Max’s grin widened, and she reached up to grab hold of each side of the magic bondage gear and lifted herself off the bed in an awkward pull-up. “They can hold my whole body weight by the wrist sections, and you can only move them by the middle section or by snapping your fingers.” She lowered herself back down, held out a hand, and snapped her fingers. The cuffs dropped from the air into her open palm, the wrist links falling open.

“Sensible precaution,” Matt said distantly, eyeing the magical artifact with some suspicion, then glancing back at the bag, “Anything else?”

“Just one last thing, came as a freebie with the rest.” Max put the cuffs down, and then pulled out the final item. A two-foot long, four-inch wide strip of flat wood, with a leather-wrapped handle at one end.

“What does that one do?” Matt asked cautiously.

“You hit me with it,” she replied dryly, swishing the wooden paddle through the air to demonstrate, then snorting a laugh, “It’s not magic, if that’s what you’re asking about. Or did you actually not know what you’re doing with one of these?”

“I know in theory,” he licked his lips nervously, “I’m more used to softer tools for impact play though. Crops and floggers. We’ll have to be careful if there’s no magic protection that would stop me going too far with it.”

“Pussy,” Max taunted, dropping the paddle and getting to her feet, grabbing hold of Matt’s jacket and pulling herself in close to him, “I’m almost disappointed my other transformation that made me extra durable didn’t win if you’re going to be like that about it.” She craned her neck up and whispered the next words into his ear. “Not really though, because it would have stopped you from leaving bruises.” She bit down on his ear lobe, drawing out a surprised grunt.

She smirked, and dropped back down, one of her hands snaking down his front, “Now how about you put these cuffs on me, bend me over, and spank me raw while we wait for you to get nice and... hard... again...” she trailed off as her questing fingers found the front of his underwear and traced the outline of his erection.

“Maybe for the next one,” Matt grinned and stepped back, “How do you want me then? Should I sit down? Lie down?”

“Nah,” Max said, quickly recovering and shrugging off her leather jacket, “Strip and get on the bed, I want you to fuck these new tits before they shrink back down to normal.”

“Sounds like a good plan,” he slipped off his sports coat, folded it up, then began unbuttoning his shirt.

He found his fingers fumbling a little as Max fought with her overstretched t-shirt. The seams tore as she tugged and pulled, then her enlarged breasts flopped free; smooth, round, and expansive, with a small silver ring pierced through each brown nipple. She caught him looking when the t-shirt finally came over her head, but just smirked and winked, then threw herself backwards onto the mattress, both bed and woman bouncing as she landed.

• Showed breasts: +3VP

“Hop on then,” she said as she lay down, then raised her head to spit messily into her cleavage, grabbed a handful of each breast, and rubbed them against each other to spread it around.

Matt somehow finished removing the shirt despite the distraction, rapidly unlaced his boots, kicked off his jeans and underwear, then climbed astride Max’s torso. With only a minimal hesitation, he rested his cock in the wet valley and let her squish the soft flesh around his shaft, burying it almost entirely. She spat into the cleavage again, then used what movement she could manage to start stroking up and down. Pale skin contrasted against brown, and Max’s look of eager glee contrasted against Matt’s expression of disbelief that this was really happening.

“Fuck...” he groaned, shifting his hips to extend the strokes and increase the decadent feeling.

“Yeah, that’s right. Fuck my magic titties.” Max encouraged, licking her lips as his tip poked out. “Make yourself cum, then dump a load in my mouth. I wanna taste this one.”

“Working on it,” Matt grunted, then on an impulse he reached down to palm her breasts and toy with the silver rings between finger and thumb.

“Never got your hands on pierced tits before, have you?” she grinned, “Pull on them. Go on. I can take it. If you like, I can buy some of the weights with hooks on them in the shop before next time, then you can hang them on me and try to bounce them off while you fuck me from behind.”

“Fucking hell, Max,” he shook his head, but tugged on the piercings until the nipples doubled in length and her grin doubled in width.

“That’s it. Use me! Fucking hurt me!”

Matt hesitated, torn between conflicting desires, but a moment of eye contact was all it took for him to give in. He pulled harder, and twisted, and then a dark thrill shot up his spine as Max simultaneously flinched and hissed a long, drawn out “Yesssss!”

They contorted together in a clash of pain and pleasure and animalistic rutting, Matt hunching over Max as he pulled and groped and fucked himself between her tits as she growled and groaned encouragement at him, until it eventually got too much for him. He sat up, slipped free, and shoved the head of his cock into her waiting mouth, frantically stroking himself until he exploded across her tongue.

• Titfuck: +4VP (First! x2 bonus = +8VP)

Max moaned in surprised delight, her eyes rolling back as she swallowed hungrily and then her back arched as another long, slow orgasm swept through her body. Matt let himself fall off to one side of her, then shuffled down the bed and wrapped an arm around her torso as she shuddered through it.

“I love this fucking transformation,” she cackled breathlessly as the final waves faded away. Her brown skin was sheened with sweat and spit, her hair tousled and messy, but her eyes wild with eager glee. “The hunger was worth it. Fuck, that tasted amazing! I think swallowing your cum might be better than sex now.”

“Maybe I’ll prove you wrong someday,” Matt quipped as he caught his breath, gave her a quick squeeze, then rolled away to pick up the handcuffs and dangle them in front of her, “Ready to carry on then? I’ve got a few more things I want to do to you before we’re done here.”

“Fucking hell, you’re keen. Go for it,” she grinned lecherously, holding her hands out in front of her.

Matt sat up, took a moment to look her in the eyes so his transformation could confirm she was actually okay with it, then fastened the cuffs around her wrists. Grabbing the middle bar, he pulled her arms up and out, stretching them above her head and fixing them there as he released his hold and the cuffs locked in place. Then he smiled, and began working on removing her boots, and then unfastening her ripped jeans.

“Um, dude,” Max wriggled, tugged on the immobile cuffs, and frowned in confusion, “I’m the wrong way up if you want to spank me.”

“You think you can only spank someone from behind? Now who’s vanilla?” he teased, but shook his head, “Maybe in a bit. First, I want to return the favour.”

“The fuck? You did notice I cum from swallowing now, right? You don’t have to do that, just chug the potion if you don’t think your next load will be enough to get me there.”

“Who said it was for your benefit?” he winked, then tugged the jeans down her legs to reveal a pair of black, lacey, very tight-fitting and extremely wet panties. “Huh. Did not picture you owning anything like those, to be honest.”

“That’s ‘cos I don’t,” she snorted, “These are Eleanor’s. It was a fucking struggle to get them on, let me tell you, and felt like I was walking around with a wedgie all day, but worth it.” She grinned at Matt’s incredulous expression, kicked the jeans off her feet, then lifted her legs up and together to frame the lace between her thighs. “Probably easiest if you just tear them off me. She can afford new ones.”

“Max...” he said, half disappointed but the other half fighting back laughter, “Why did you steal a teenager’s underwear for a date with me?”

“I thought it might make you picture what she’d look like wearing them too,” she fixed him with a knowing look, “Am I wrong?”

“And that’s something you wanted to happen?” Matt raised an eyebrow as he avoided the question. They both knew what the answer would be as soon as she'd made the suggestion out loud. He did his best to let the image fade, and focus on the woman in front of him as he should have been.

“Hey, you don’t have to worry about me getting jealous,” Max shrugged as much as she could with her arms still stretched above her head, then wriggled her ass at him, “You should worry about me getting impatient instead.”

“Message received,” he laughed, then carefully considered the underwear before beginning to delicately work them over the curve of Max's backside and up the length of her raised legs.

• Showed body: +6VP (Already showed breasts! x0.5 bonus = +3VP)

Despite her impatience, Max let him get away with the slow efforts to remove the stolen undergarments with nothing more than a silent eye roll. She was more bothered when he finally slipped them off and then started kissing his way back down her leg even slower, starting at the ankle.

“Dude, what part of ‘impatient’ didn't you get? I've already cum twice, you can skip the fucking foreplay.”

He paused, and nipped at the muscle of her calf. “Do you actually want me to?”

“You fucking... Yes! Get on with it!”

Matt snorted, nodded, then froze, looking into her eyes. A grin slowly spread across his face. “You're lying.”

Max blinked, and recoiled as much as her bondage would let her. “What?”

“You're lying,” he repeated, “I can see it, with Consent Checker. You're enjoying this. You want me to carry on.”

She gave him an unimpressed glare, then pulled a leg back to prime for a kick. Before she could manage, he grabbed both her ankles and forced her legs out straight, bent back nearly double. His grin grew, and he leaned in to continue kissing his way down her leg even slower than before.

“You bastard,” she grumbled, “I said no lovey shit. What are you doooooooing?!” She bucked off the bed as his efforts reached a particular spot on the inside of her knee.

That spot, of course, then merited more attention. A lot more attention, until Max was writhing and wiggling and panting for breath almost as much as she had been after a hard facefuck. Then Matt switched to the other leg to confirm for himself that the sensitive point was mirrored. It was.

“I didn’t... fucking... sign up for... this!” Max wheezed.

“You signed up for me,” Matt pointed out, finally moving on from his new toy to continue kissing along the inside of her thighs, “This is what you get.”

“I signed up for you... to hurt me! Not this shit!”

Matt paused to look into her eyes again, double checking the feedback from his transformation, then sank his teeth without warning into her flesh. She yelped, bounced up off the bed, then laughed.

“Bastard,” she grumbled, though the word wavered on the final syllable as she felt his breath on her sex.

Even down here, she was pierced with more silver rings. Five of them: two through each labia, one at the top through her clitoral hood, shining brightly against the wet brown skin and short black fuzz. Between them, a hint of pink, twitching with anticipation. Matt stopped. Max held her breath, until she realised she was doing it and let it out as a growl.

“What are you waiting ffff...uck!”

He latched his mouth over her, tongue spearing in deep, licking, sucking, putting every bit as much effort into finding sensitive spots down here as he had while kissing down her legs, but much, much more aggressively. He didn’t get to spend long exploring before she was clamping her thighs around his ears and cumming hard, though that didn’t stop him trying.

• Eaten out: +4VP (Bondage multiplier! x1.5 bonus = +6VP)

“Holy shit,” Max gasped, her head swimming as Matt’s continued efforts stretched the tail end of the oral orgasm out almost as long as the ones triggered by her transformation. She relaxed her thighs, freeing him from their grip, but he still didn’t go anywhere. “Dude. I came. I’m done. You can stop now.”

Matt pulled back, very slightly, with a wet sucking noise. “That’s for the one in the kitchen. This one’s for the one on the bed.” He dove straight back in, Max grunted something that might have been an attempt at a swearword, strained at the immobile handcuffs, and drummed her heels on his back.

“You’re damaged in the head,” she accused with an unusually pitiful whimper, “I came harder than you did from those.”

He shrugged, his eyes crinkled up in a loose indication of a smile, then he redoubled his efforts. Max let her head fall back and laughed manically at the ceiling, allowing the feelings to wash over her. He kept changing things in his technique, intensity, and location, spending longer on the combinations that brought out involuntary noises and twitches, then revisiting all her favourites in turn until he had apparently settled on a winner (flat tongue stroking rapidly under her clit, and sucking on it until it was verging on painful) which he then kept going at until she was seeing stars and screaming in rapture.

“Fuck! That’s enough!” she demanded, as stern as she could manage while handcuffed and shuddering, “Let me at that fucking dick again, right fucking now!”

Matt mercifully withdrew, kneeling back, his face shining with fluid and wearing a grin every bit as cocky as he had throughout the day, but having thoroughly earned it as far as Max was concerned. He snapped his fingers, the cuffs fell open and dropped to the bed, releasing her arms from their stretched-out position. Then he moved around and lay down, with his renewed erection pointing rigidly upwards.

It took Max significantly longer to adjust her own position, slowly rolling over onto her hands and knees and weakly crawling towards his crotch, but when his cock was in front of her she launched herself at it with hungry abandon. She inhaled it to the root, not even gagging this time with her throat better lined up, but she did choke when Matt surprised her by suddenly shifting around until his head was between her legs once again, his hands gripping firmly into her backside as he lifted himself up.

• Groped ass: +3VP (First! x2 bonus = +6VP)

“That wasn’t what I...!” she spluttered as he buried his tongue back inside her, “...oh, fuck it.”

It was a competition now, and one that Max was determined to win, but on his third orgasm of the night Matt was less sensitive and slower to build back up. She pulled out every trick she could manage - fast, sloppy, one hand twisting around his shaft while the other massaged his balls - but she was exhausted and distracted, and then Matt started pulling on her piercings with his teeth and the competition was quickly lost. She moaned around him, her pace faltering, then picking back up as the orgasm passed until her efforts were rewarded with another load of the best thing she had ever tasted.

There was less this time. Less to swallow, less fulfillment of her hunger, and less pleasure as a result. If it was an orgasm, then it was a small one. Still, she hurled herself off to one side and collapsed onto the bed as she shivered through it. Matt propped himself up on one elbow and peered down at her, breathing hard, face wet, but still smiling that ludicrous grin.

“You alright?” he asked pleasantly.

“F... fuck you,” she replied, flailing and arm around the bed, “Didn’t even... the fucking potions...” She found the vials, examined them with unfocused eyes, and then flung the silver one at Matt while keeping the red one for herself. “Drink that. And don’t touch me again, you twisted freak.”

• Insulted the Master: -1VP (That’s pretty much a compliment, given the context! x0 bonus = -0VP)

Popping the stopper, they both drank down the contents of the vials. Max sighed in relief as the thin liquid eased the fatigue in her muscles, and brought back at least some of the energy she had lost. Meanwhile Matt felt the sudden sensation of fullness between his legs, even before the thicker silver seemed to have made it all the way down his throat, and even with his cock currently only half hard. That didn’t stop Max though, as she turned her body back towards him while keeping her lower half well out of his reach.

She sucked him in aggressively, and he flinched at the overstimulation as she tried to pull the blood back into his erection through the power of suction alone. After a few moments, it began to work. His cock came back to full hardness, the overstimulation turned back into pleasure, and he began rising again towards one last orgasm.

“You’re really good at this,” Matt grunted, tentatively bringing up a hand to run his fingers through Max’s bright green hair.

She gave a warning glance up at him, her face covered in sweat, drool, tears, and tracks of ruined mascara, but she let the hand stay where it was. “Practice,” she smirked after slipping off his head with a wet pop, stroking him rapidly with her hand as he was exposed to the air, “You were alright too, I guess.”

Matt laughed tiredly at that, then let himself fall limp as Max went back to sucking, allowing her to get what she wanted with no more interference than the fingers running affectionately over her scalp. He didn’t hold back, and it didn’t take long, something about the potion making his orgasm come quickly and urgently. She sped up as she sensed her impending feast, sucking hard, deep, and fast, then with sudden release of pressure he came again into her mouth.

Max swallowed. Swallowed again. It kept coming, it dribbled out of the corners of her lips, she swallowed, she choked, she swallowed again, then was forced to retreat and take a breath as more pulses kept coming and her own orgasm overtook her. Matt moaned long and low as the final pulses splashed over Max’s cheek, pale white strands crossing brown skin. She spasmed, rolled away, twisting and contorting but somehow keeping enough coordination to hungrily scoop the spilled seed into her mouth where it belonged and suck it from her fingers.

• Facial: +2VP (First! x2 bonus = +4VP)

The pleasure was almost violent as Max came so long and hard that she lost track of reality. It came as a surprise to her when the room stopped spinning and she found Matt was pinning her to the mattress, looking down on her with concern. She took in several deep, heaving breaths, then finally went slack. All the new energy she had been granted, and more, burned through in the cataclysmic, body-wracking orgasm.

“Fucking hell, I think that might have actually killed me if I hadn’t taken the stamina shot,” she giggled weakly, then shot Matt a wobbly smirk, “I’m gonna have to see if I can get a bulk discount on those potions. Both kinds.”

“Well I’m glad you’re alright,” he sighed in relief, releasing his grip on her wrists and rolling away.

“Understatement of the fucking century,” she laughed, exhausted, looking around the bed, “Didn’t even use the damn paddle, but I’m done. Gonna have to get to that next time.”

“Sure,” Matt readily agreed, watching as Max crawled up towards the head of the bed, wriggled under the covers, then collapsed onto the pillow. He eyed the door to the en suite, decided he didn’t have the energy to go and clean himself up, and joined her.

“Hey, keep to your own side of the bed,” the punk grunted, slapping Matt’s arm away as he tried to wrap it around her.

He froze. “...what?”

“Give me some space, wanna sleep now,” she mumbled, eyes still firmly shut.

“After all that, you don’t even want to sleep next to me?”

“Urgh,” her eyes snapped open, and she fixed Matt with a tired glare, “Sorry, I guess. Look, you were great. Five stars. Sleep next to me, whatever, I don’t care, but I don’t do cuddles. I don't want you crowding me all night.”

For the first time since being granted the transformation, Consent Checker triggered in the negative and hit Matt like a bucket of ice water. Clear, undeniable, indisputable. She didn’t want it. She didn’t want him.

“Okay, no problem,” he said softly, smiling gently, not letting the sudden shock of the feedback show on his face. He rolled away, let Max close her eyes again, and settled himself in on the far side of the bed.

Matt had spent the first night at the Hotel reading in a panic, and only slept when he passed out. The second night he had fallen asleep holding his wife, feeling the comfort of her love as he’d drifted off without even realising. His third night he spent a long time laying there in the dark, listening to his coworker snore, until eventually exhaustion claimed him.

Scoreboard

• Max: 55 VP / 7 BP
• Sarah: 28 VP / 9 BP
• Poppy: 0 VP / 15 BP
• Grace: 0 VP / 15 BP
• April: 0 VP / 14 BP
• Eleanor: 0 VP / 14 BP
• Emma: 0 VP / 13 BP
• Chrissy: -24 VP / 4 BP