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You can feel his seed on your calf. It has a thick, characteristic smell. Like a mixture of almonds, orange and wine, if that made any sense. Screw this. I need a release. And you do, so fucking much. Your fingers return to your sex, and you start friction fast. Faster. Yes...

Your free hand moves to the pool of cum. The liquid sticks a little, less than you imagined. Gross, this is on me. You think, playing between your digits. Your reckless movement starts hurting you. Stupid crap, how hard can it be to masturbate in this fucking world? I bet this idiot has some dildo that I can use. Or some crap like that.

He does have many places he could hide something like that. A couple of wardrobes, several chests, a writing table. So many weapons. A large bed with an out of place canopy. One corner has manacles attached to the wall, you bet he kept a **** here until not long ago. This could be me. You think, touching your neck where a collar would be, accidentally smearing cum there. He is the kind who would use sex toys to torment a prisoner.

You walk to that corner, taking in more information. There is a bowl of fruits, they are still fresh. He doesn't seem the kind to keep fresh fruit handy. There is an assortment of large golden bowls and jars, perhaps the kind of things used to take a bath. A vanity with a tall mirror. You catch a glimpse at you.

You are gorgeous. There is something almost ethereal about your appearance, but your disheveled looks gives you a material, carnal reach ability. You note the trace of cum on your neck and smile. Slut. you call the mirrored image, and adds a few droplets on your cheek. Closer to your lips. Whore. You touch it on the tip of your tongue. A certain sweetness is the first taste, but it is quickly followed by a sour fullness that fills your mouth with its presence. As you lean your head back you feel the taste slide like a blanket over your tongue. It tastes...rich and violent.

You sit in front of the vanity, and opens the first drawer. A collection of colors and lipsticks, a hand mirror, a comb.You take the last one out, intrigued by the shape of the handle. Wow... no way, this will hurt me. Even if the handle felt smooth to the touch.

The next drawer has several vial flasks and powder jars. You take a quick sniff at one perfume. Strong, mature, sweet. _Too much. _You open the last drawer, and finds what you were looking for. A jeweled collar, scarfs, a tiara. The fabric felt good to the touch. You lock the collar around your neck, and feel the arousal course your body.

Your sex, your stomach. Your nipples. Your tights. Even your forearms. This time you don't go straight for your pussy, but instead watch yourself as you caress these zones. You collect a little more of the pool of cum and spread on these areas, making you giggle. Whatever, I am taking a bath soon. When your tension reaches a peak you decide to dig in your pussy again

"Oh God, this feels good!" but it felt good before, and it didn't help you reach your orgasm. Thoughts of doubt appear like a swarm of bees. What if I cant reach it? Is there something wrong with me? the orgasm seems to grow more distant. You bring a hand close to your face, to cover it in shame and failure, but you smell that rich bouquet again and taste it. And when you do, those thoughts quiet. Slut. You name call again that woman in the mirror. She spreads her legs wide, in full view. Her pussy is almost bald, with just a thin patch of hair, her flesh mounds nice and inviting. You begin to explore them, nice and easy. Oh yes... like this. Yes...

You bite your fingers, licking all that you have there, and feel your pussy tighten around the digits in the other hand. You laugh. You pick up speed and rhythm. The elf in the mirror is panting and moaning. You want to see her cum.

"Oh God!" you close your eyes when she does, overwhelmed by the deep sensation spreading like wildfire. Shit, my real world orgasms are shit compared to these. You lay back, delighting in the afterglow, marveling at the new world of possibilities that you have just found.

Addicted to Cum: You quite enjoyed the taste of it and now crave more. You have -5% on tests to resist it.