Wow, damn this really sucks right now

“Schlurp, schlick, shluuuurrppah!” Gina popped her lips off the head of Nick’s cock and panted for breath. She had barely come up for air in the last few hours.

“H-hey, I think that’s enough,” Nick said, grabbing her by the shoulders when she tried to go back down on him. “I’m not even hard anymore!”

After their dalliance in the Trophy Garden, Nick had managed to drag Gina back to the Master’s Suite, which was quite a feat because she seemed to become obsessed with sucking his cock like a sippy straw. Once they’d made it into an actual bed, she’d gone right back to doing what she was doing, rocking his world with blowjob after blowjob.

She was damn good at it, too, so good she would have put the other women in his harem to shame, were it not for certain transformations. As it stood though, her skills were so impressive that Nick found it hard to get her to stop.

It’s like she doesn’t even care about regular sex anymore. She just wants to suck my dick. What’s the matter with her? Gina had a **** look on her face for a few seconds, before a coquettish smile crossed her face.

“It’s okay, honey,” she crooned, reaching out and stroking his flaccid cock. “Just let your obedient little fuckwife get you right back up and ready to keep going…”

Her fingers danced skillfully over the length of his shaft, teasing him and trying to get him hard again. But some things were just not physically possible, and after cumming his brains out for- seriously, six hours!? Even Nick’s stamina was starting to flag.

“Look, Gina, I appreciate the enthusiasm and I’m glad you’re coming around, but that doesn’t mean- YOOOW! What the hell?!” He pulled back in surprise as he felt Gina’s finger insert itself up his ass. “What the hell was that!? Don’t touch me there!”

“Sorry, master,” Gina apologized, the look in her eyes showing she was in no way sorry, “but if you’re having trouble performing, a little bit of stimulation to your prostate can-”

“NO. No, thank you, I don’t need that, please!” Nick loudly objected. Sucking his dick was one thing, but touching him there… no way was he prepared for something like that!

“Come on…” Gina groaned, stretching out across the bed and wiggling her ass. “It’ll feel great… and I’ll let you play with my ass as much as you like to make up for it… what do you say?”

What did he say? He didn’t have to say a damn thing!

“Know your place!” Nick roughly rebuked her, slapping her on the ass. “You’re my sex ****, remember? If I want to play with your ass, I’ll play with it as much as I damn well please, you got that? You’re here for MY pleasure, Gina, not yours!”

“OOoooh… you always know just what to say…” Gina bit her lip and squirmed with delight, thrilled at being talked down like that. “…And it looks like even you’re getting into this… master.”

She pointed at his crotch, and Nick looked down to see his penis slowly hardening back up to full size.

“…Seriously?”

Gina licked her lips. “Oh, yeeesss…”

She gently kneaded his cock, getting it back up faster and faster until it was rock hard again. Nick winced as she began lashing her tongue over it. He’d come so many times today that his erection was actually starting to hurt.

“O-okay, but… this is the last time…” He groaned as she curled her tongue around the head of his shaft. “After this… we need to take a break…”

It felt like his HIPS were going to break.

“You know…” Gina mused, smacking her lips as she relished in the taste of leftover semen littering his penis. “I always thought about getting a tongue piercing. But I never seriously considered it… what a mistake that was.”

Gina wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at him and licked from the base of his shaft up to his head, planting a kiss on the tip. “I bet it would make you feel a lot better… master…”

She sucked him down to the root before he got a chance to reply, going at him like a vacuum. Nick groaned and arched his back, thrusting into her mouth with everything he had. He didn’t care that it felt like she was going to suck his dick right off, that only made it feel better.

“S-seriously… Gina…” He groaned, wrapping his hands through her hair. He didn’t even try to pull her off or push her down harder, he had already acknowledged the futility of that endeavor. “You’re too… damn good at this… this is… ung… the last time… I’m serious… I think my dick’s going to fall off…”

“…Pah! Oh, what a shame that would be…” Gina popped her lips off and ran her tongue along his shaft, licking up the traces that slipped past her the first time. “I wouldn’t be able to get a taste of my favorite treat…”

Seriously, what was going ON with her?

She resumed sucking on his shaft, going faster and harder than before, and Nick just leaned back and took it. He understood there was no sense in resisting; this was what she wanted, and as sore as her ministrations made him, it wasn’t like he wanted her to stop now that he was hard.

Gina may have been addicted to sucking him off, but he was starting to grow addicted to her mouth right back.

That’s when the door swung open. Nick jumped a little and his eyes shot to the entryway, but Gina was so enraptured with sucking him off that she didn’t even notice.

“Sorry it took me so long, master! The wedding plans were…”

Holly’s voice trailed off as she got a good look at what was going on. A sly smile crossed her lips and she nodded in approval.

“I see how it is… yes, keep up the good work, master!” She giggled, scurrying off to the kitchen.

Nick barely had the strength to roll his eyes at her.

In spite of Nick’s insistence, this was not the “last time”. Gina sucked two more loads out of him by the time dinner was ready, and was about to go for a third when even Holly decided that enough was enough.

“Look, Gina, I get it,” Holly said, prying her off of him. “You don’t think I know what it’s like to want to pleasure your master 24/7? But you guys still need to eat! Or else you’re going to pass out!”

“…Yeah, you’re right,” Gina admitted, nodding sheepishly. “I guess I got a little carried away…”

She flashed Nick a smirk.

“Although… I’m getting quite a bit of nutrition already… how about this? Nick can enjoy your fine cooking… while I enjoy some fine cocking?”

Nick shook his head, trying to find his pants. Did he even manage to bring them up from the Trophy Garden?

“Yeah, Gina, I don’t think-”

“That sounds like the perfect compromise!” Holly chirped, hurrying them over to the feast sitting atop the dining room table.

And that was how Nick found himself eating a meal while having his cock sucked back to full hardness by the sweat-covered punk girl kneeling at his feet.

While Nick was being exhausted by Gina’s frenetic blowjobs, his bride-to-be was rather exhausted herself. Mary trudged back to her room with a sigh on her lips, sinking down into one of the red room’s satin armchairs.

Morgana dutifully followed after her, gushing a mile a minute about all the exciting ideas she had for the upcoming wedding.

“…And I was thinking you could wear a collar and a leash, right? To show your submission and loyalty to master… or would that be better for Dawn’s wedding? Or for mine… gosh! I hope I can get married to him too!”

Mary sighed and rubbed her temples. No wonder people said planning weddings was stressful.

For Mary, marriage had always seemed like an obligation. Something that she had to do to fulfill her duty as a good Christian. She hadn’t spent a lot of time thinking about the actual event itself. It just wasn’t a priority to her. Oh, yes, as a little girl she’d dreamed of a white wedding dress and someday marrying the man she loved, but those childish fantasies were a far cry from specifics.

“What about a wedding on the beach?” Morgana suggested next, pacing around the room. “It would be so romantic, wouldn’t you agree? The white sand beneath your toes… warm sunlight making your skin glow…”

“And what would you know about warm sunlight?” Mary griped. Then she gasped. “…O-oh, sorry… that was rude of me…”

What was the matter with her?! She never would have said something that rude and confrontational before! But it was like she just couldn’t help herself where Morgana was concerned!

All the stress of wedding planning was playing havoc with her filter.

Morgana frowned, a little bit upset.

“Um… is this too much? I’m sorry if it’s too much…” Morgana stammered, shrinking back from the redhead. Like a dog struck by its owner she suddenly became very meek and reserved, and Mary instantly felt a pang of guilt strike her heart.

She sighed. “No… it’s… it’s not that,” she muttered, shaking her head. “I’m just… concerned, that’s all, Morgana.”

“O-oh… I see…” Morgana bit her lip, not sure what to say or do.

Mary took a deep breath and exhaled. She couldn’t deal with this stress right now.

Besides, the event was practically the only thing that had actually been settled on today!

“I already told everybody where I want the venue to be held,” Mary said determinedly. “NO, I don’t want it in a casino. NO, I don’t want it to be at a ski resort up in the Rockies. I don’t want a beach, I don’t want a wedding at sea, I don’t want a wedding in Fornicus’ Pleasure Pit of Debauchery, I. Want. A. Wedding. In. A. CHAPEL.”

That was the only (non-sexual) thing that she refused to negotiate on.

Mary was getting married in a chapel. In the eyes of the lord. This might be some crazy harem ceremony, and it might not even be legally binding.

But if Mary was going to say her vows to Nick in the eyes of God, after all the debauched things that had occurred in their lives over these last weeks, she would do it in HIS house.

So what if the chapel was part of the twisted hotel she was trapped in? It was still the closest thing she could get.

Mary sighed and slumped back in her chair. She was really stressing out about this more than she should be. She should be bouncing off the walls! She was getting married to the man she loved in a few days, so why was she so stressed?

“…Mary… is everything okay…?” Morgana asked anxiously, shifting from one foot to the next. She was really starting to worry that she’d pushed her luck. Mary was a sweetheart, but she seemed to always regard the goth with cold hostility, and that made Morgana wary.

Mary raised her head and looked at Morgana, and she sighed.

“Yes,” she murmured, shaking her head. “I’m fine…”

“Oh, good… I thought you were still mad at me…” Morgana sighed in relief. Mary shot a dirty look at her. It would be one thing for Morgana to be relieved that she wasn’t upset, but the fact that the goth girl was just relieved that she wasn’t upset at her showed Mary where her priorities lay.

Calm down. Remember what Gina said. She’s just a kid.

Mary had been unbelievably naïve and innocent when she was Morgana’s age. Heck, she had been unbelievably naïve and innocent less than a month ago.

But things change.

“Morgana… can you just stop for a little bit?” Mary asked, rubbing her temples. “Trust me, it’s not you I’m upset with, I’m just… worn out. There’s been so much wedding talk these past few days… especially today… it’s just too much.”

“Oh…” Morgana nodded, recognizing that the redhead needed a break. “Yeah, sorry… I guess I got a little carried away, huh?”

Mary’s eyes snapped open and she jerked her head up in surprise. Was that… actual self-reflection? From Morgana of all people?

What was going on here?

“Are you okay?” Mary asked, concerned that something was going on with her. “I don’t know, you seem… really eager.”

That wasn’t anything new, though.

Morgana looked a little shaken. She approached Mary cautiously, like she was worried about upsetting the other girl.

“Sorry for being a little overbearing,” Morgana apologized, remembering what Carly, Kim, and Dawn told her about being more empathetic. “It’s just… this is a first for me.”

“A first?” Mary asked. “What do you mean?”

Morgana sat down on the bed, nestling in a little. She was still getting used to her new fleshy proportions.

“Being… included in stuff,” she explained. “See… I was always the weird girl, back at my school. People were-”

She stopped herself. She was about to say “people were afraid of my arcane powers, and so they kept their distance!” but knowing Mary, that would just drive another wedge between the two of them.

Morgana needed to be honest.

“The truth is…” She looked down. “People didn’t want to be friends with me. I was just there. I don’t think one person at my school would have noticed if I just stopped coming in one day.”

Mary winced. That sounded painful.

“I always hated group projects and partner work,” Morgana continued solemnly. Her eyes started to water as she remembered those painful times. She always hid those feelings behind her persona as a powerful witch, but here, in Harem Hotel… it was like her defenses had been pried open by the necessity of actually making friends with other people.

“Whenever the teacher would say ‘pick a partner for this assignment’ I would sink down in my chair. I knew if I asked someone, then they’d probably just say ‘eww, you? Be my partner? Absolutely not, weirdo!’ and so I never asked. And of course, nobody ever asked me. So I would end up having to do it all by myself… or worse, the teacher would ask someone to pair up with me… it’s the most humiliating thing ever. And even when I did work in big groups… no one cared what I had to say. They all wanted to do their own thing, and I just got swept along. Nobody ever asked for my opinions on anything, I was just there.”

Her vision turned cloudy and she started to shake.

“S-so…” She sniffled, rubbing her eyes. She had to be careful not to displace her contacts. “So to be part of something, like your wedding planning… it was really special to me. It felt like I finally had something that I could join in on and participate in, you know?”

She looked up at Mary, her pale lips stretched in a shaky smile.

“So… sorry for being so overbearing about everything…”

Mary practically burst out of her chair, her prior fatigue forgotten. “No! No, it’s totally fine!” She said, shaking her head frantically. “I-I’m not upset, really, I’m not! I was just tired! But that doesn’t mean I didn’t appreciate you wanting to help me!”

Morgana’s eyes widened. It felt like the first time someone had ever told her they appreciated her efforts.

“You… do you really mean that?” She asked, terrified of getting her hopes up.

“Yes, absolutely!” Mary nodded adamantly. “…True, I have no intention of using most of your suggestions, but that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate that you care enough to give them!”

“…Thanks?” Morgana was split between being grateful towards Mary for appreciating her contributions and frustrated that the redhead rejected them all out of hand.

Mary sighed and hung her head. “The truth is… I have a little bit of experience being the outcast myself.”

“Really?” Morgana was surprised. “But you’re so pretty, and friendly!”

Mary shook her head. “Well… I didn’t always look like this. Most of this body… these clothes… they’re from my transformations. I was actually very plain, before coming here.”

“Same,” Morgana nodded. She was caught off-guard by that admission. Even though she knew a big part of this Harem Hotel show was altering the contestant’s bodies, she hadn’t fully processed that she wasn’t the only girl to receive a radical, full-body-altering makeover.”

“I grew up in a small town in Tennessee,” Mary continued. “The kind of town where everybody knows everybody. We would all go to school together, and then go to church… so I didn’t feel that kind of loneliness like you’re describing until much later, when I went to college.”

Morgana’s ears perked up. The parental unit who called herself “mom” would always tell Morgana she needed to take her life more seriously. “Just get into college, I’m sure you’ll meet all kinds of wonderful people there!”

But what Mary was saying, it sounded like if she went to college nothing would change.

“I’m a bit of a stereotype,” Mary admitted with a rueful laugh. “The small-town girl who moves to the big city. But… that’s how it was. There were so many people, people I’d never met before… for the first time, I really had to try to make friends, and it was just so scary. I think… I might have just shut myself in my room, if not for meeting Nick and Holly.” There were also, alternate memories that included Dakota, but Mary was having a hard time dealing with both at once.

“Nick…” Morgana murmured.

“Yeah, they were upperclassmen, the two of them, and they befriended me at a party… thanks to them… I wasn’t alone anymore.” Those had been the happiest times of Mary’s life. Unlike the superficial church friends she had growing up, Nick and Holly really seemed to get her.

And I nearly ruined everything because I didn’t have enough faith. That was a bitter wound in Mary’s perfect fairy tale romance. Would that she could go back and change things, make it so that misunderstanding never happened. If only she hadn’t driven Nick away…

She shook her head. There was no sense in regretting that now. She couldn’t go back.

“I always loved Nick for becoming my friend, and I really thought we were going to get married… and somehow, we really are…” It felt too good to be true. Like a miracle. But this wasn’t the work of God. This was the work of a witch named Sylvia, and the fruit of Mary’s own labors. She had never been more proud of herself than she was now. …Not too proud, of course, because pride was a sin. But a reasonable, moderate level of pride.

“…Hey, Mary?” Morgana whispered, breaking the lull in the conversation.

“Hmm?”

“Do you think… if Nick met me, like he did you… do you think he would have saved me from being lonely, too?” Morgana asked, her voice aching with hope.

“Yeah,” Mary nodded, placing her hand over the goth’s. “Knowing him? He definitely would.”

That’s why she loved him so much.