The End

The next day, Claudia awoke in her hero's arms, sighing with relief that yesterday was not yet another of her fantasy dreams. She traced a finger along the body that ravaged her, careful not to wake him. She tip toed to the bathroom to freshen up for the day. After splashing some water on her face and containing her messy bedhead--and sex head--she returned to her room, only to find two women peering into it from the hall: Sara and Jasmine. She could hear their hushed whispers as they tried not to wake Nathan, so they jumped five feet when the blonde cleared her throat. "Morning, girls. Did you get lucky last night?" She grinned at them being at a loss for words this time. They were still in last's night's outfits and not their seduction lingerie, so she already knew the answer.

"No," Jasmine admitted, almost guiltily. The redhead confirming with a shake of her head. "But that's not too crazy. What is crazy, is how you and Rambo in there tore the room up, girl!" Both girls got over their own failure immediately, turning into the gossiping ladies Claudia was familiar with. She rolled her eyes as she squeezed back into the bedroom, leaving her audience guessing as she closed the door. "Think she's faking it?" Jasmine asked her friend.

"You see how she was walking? Virgins can't fake that. Hey! Let's get our 'morning after' lingerie on and wait for him downstairs!" Sara smirked at her tall friend, who had the same knowing grin, and they scampered back to their shared room.

I was just waking up as last night's partner was closing the bedroom door. I sat up, feeling fully energized, and noticed there was no residual pain from my 'injuries.' I tested a pec, and felt fully healed scar tissue. Another perk of the Ring, I shrugged, looking over the aftermath of Jeanie's performance. I now know why she tried to set up this ring power. Furniture was tipped over and papers were scattered like low-poly snowflakes. The closet was spilling into the bedroom, and outfits had been scattered in conspicuously sexual poses on the floor like an invisible orgy. I'm glad Jeanie hadn't been too bored while we had fun. She probably spent the night rubbing a few out to our escapades. I came back to reality when I noticed Claudia had been staring at me the whole time, admiring her conquest with pride. In fact, she seemed to carry herself differently, brimming with confidence: a good look on her.

"Good morning." I smiled, rising to greet her, my planned hug becoming a slow lip lock. "So where do we go from here?" I asked genuinely, not sure how to keep this charade up. "I never mentioned it, but I can't just toss this ring and start over. For your sake, I can't stay." I stroked her cheek tenderly and she melted into my palm.

"Hey," she smirked, giving my ass a little squeeze. "We made a pretty good team. Consider last night my application for partner in crime." Not the response I was expecting. "Besides, if you're in danger because of that thing, I couldn't let you leave. Let's keep at it for a little while. There could be worse arrangements." She had me there. I looked to Jeanie, whose eyes are as close to valentine's hearts as possible. I guess the old horndog was a softy deep down. Maybe someday I'd tell Claudia about her, or find a way to incorporate Jeanie as a character, I wonder if I could convince to wear an elaborate, unnecessary disguise.

"Well, I think we shook Dragonov's goons well enough. I could probably lay low for a few days here. But you can't get tired of me before then." I looked into her eyes, her face relaxing at my acceptance.

"No promises." She winked. "But how could I get tired of you?" she grabbed my stirring bulge and booped my nose. "Get some pants on. Sara and Jas will be trying to seduce you at breakfast. You're gonna need to learn to control the Ring and that monster if you don't want to blow our cover."

"Hey, maybe I should be getting as much practice as possible. With three ladies in the house..." I rubbed my chin in mock contemplation. Claudia rolled her eyes and tossed my pants at my head.

"That will take a lot of convincing." She warned as she swayed out the door in an oversized shirt. She paused in the doorway and shot a half lidded smolder over her shoulder at me. "I can't wait to hear your argument." She was out of sight by the time I scrambled into my jeans and followed. I had of lot of loose ends to tie up, but I think I'll have a lot of fun figuring it out.