John and Aeolia's Streaming Adventure 1: Silver Tongues

“Aeolia!” John exclaimed as he bolted up from his bed, surprise and embarrassment sending a spike of adrenaline though his system.

“I get you’re happy to see me,” Aeolia said as she grew to full height, “but you should keep your voice down unless you want your mom to come barging in.”

Fear became his primary emotion and John strained to hear if his mother was inbound. When no sound of approaching footsteps reached his ears, he relaxed and let out a sigh.

“Looks like we’re in the clear,” he said quietly, bringing his attention to Aeolia. “Didn’t think you’d be back so soon.”

“Did I interrupt a testing session?” Aeolia teased.

“N-no,” John denied.

“Want to start one?” Aeolia asked sultry. “I’m feeling a bit hot and bothered.”

John gulped and fired an Observe at her.

“I mean,” John answered as he closed her sheet, “I wouldn’t be against a little test run.”

Aeolia smiled, then began to unfold a piece of paper John hadn’t noticed she was carrying. “Well, we’re going to have to hold off on that for a bit while I explain what this is.”

The unfurled page was covered in an array that reminded John of a spider’s web, with several concentric circles and bisecting lines of arcane lettering. Some of those lines cut all the way through from one side to the other while some only connected a few of the rings.

“Why’d Vivian make an array?” John asked. He knew he could fire off an Observe to learn its purpose, but it was obvious that whatever it was for tied into whatever Aeolia wanted to talk to Vivian about.

“Well,” Aeolia began, “remember when you stepped outside to pick up that upgrade for your phone? When you were out, I asked Vivian a question.”

When Aeolia didn’t continue, John asked, “And that question was?”

“What turns her on,” Aeolia answered bluntly. “Which she only answered after we split up.”

John frowned. “I thought we weren’t going to pressure her with this stuff?”

“Yeah, Vi already gave me a tongue lashing over that,” Aeolia said, looking a touch ashamed as she recalled that conversation. “But I just want her to come out of her shell and this here is proof of that.”

“And this ties into your question, how?” John asked, his curiosity piqued.

Aeolia smiled slyly. “This,” she said, shaking the paper, “is basically a camera. Our Vivian thinks she’s a bit of a voyeur.”

That stunned John for a moment, then his amped up Libido influenced mind conjured an image of the redhead jilling herself while watching them.

“So she wants to... uh, watch us?” John asked, his throat growing dry and pants growing tighter. He’d never considered someone would want to watch him have sex, but he found the idea apealing. Especially the fact that the watcher wanted to see him and Aeolia specifically.

“No, she made this whole complex thing for shits and giggles,” Aeolia sarcastically remarked before shooting John a seductive look. “You feel up to giving our girl a show?”

With only slight hesitation, John nodded. Aeolia smiled at him, then set the camera array down and moved to unclasp her dress when she suddenly stopped and tilted her head towards the door. A second later John heard the stairs creak and his arousal was replaced with fear.

A knock rapped on his door. “John, sweetie,” Brenda said. “Do you have a minute?”

John shot Aeolia a panicked glance, one she returned with a cool grin and lifted arm, giving John a good look at her bracelet as she faded invisible. A disaster averted, John answered as he opened the door, “Yeah. What’s up?”

His mother’s slightly flushed face met his and she coughed. “I put your clothes in the dryer,” she informed him, eyes sweeping up John’s body before locking with his eyes for a moment. She broke eye contact and said, “They should be done in about forty minutes. Don’t get too caught up in whatever game you're playing and forget about them.”

“Right, laundry,” John said, smiling slightly. “Won’t forget to grab it. Thanks, Mom.”

“Think I’m going to turn in early,” she informed him.

“Got it. I’ll keep it quiet,” John responded. “Good night, Mom.”

“Night, sweetie,” she replied before leaning in and planting a kiss on his forehead. John watched as she headed for her room, her hips swaying slightly. John’s eyes were locked on that sashaying rear and he felt his arousal flare. Then a light weight landed unseen on his shoulder.

“Your mom’s got a nice ass.” Aeolia’s low voice broke John from his unintentional leering and he hastily stepped back into his room, closing the door with a bit more **** than needed.

His mind reeled as he wrestled down the sudden attraction to his mother.

‘What the hell? That’s Mom. I’m not getting turned on by my mom,’ he frantically thought. His eyes shifted to the still open popup detailing the effects his latest skill produced. ‘Right, my Libido’s being boosted. That has to be it. Just not used to this much of it.’

“Don’t talk about my mom like that,” John responded to Aeolia’s comment, though his voice lacked any heat. Wanting to move away from the subject of his mother’s fine assets, John continued, “Anyway, I think we’re going to need to put a small pause on our recording session until the laundry’s done. Don’t want to forget it after Mom told me about it.”

“Look at you, being all domestic,” Aeolia ribbed him as she jumped off his shoulder, shifting back to full size and visibility before landing on his bed. “Guess we should give Vivian a chance to eat and relax before getting to it.”

“Wait,” John cut in, gesturing to the paper, “it’s going to be a live feed?”

“That’s what Vi said it would do,” Aeolia shrugged. “Video only, no sound. And it doesn't really matter if it’s live streamed. We couldn’t do any editing on it anyway.”

“Good point,” John said as he plopped into his chair. “So, what do you want to do to kill time?”

Aeolia shrugged. “How about you show me one of your games?”

After shaking off the momentary awe of having a girl want to watch him play video games, John booted up his computer.

“Forty minutes to kill,” he muttered. “I think that’ll be long enough for a quick little quest.”

‘Gaming is a lot harder with a girl draped over your shoulders,’ John thought as he tried to ignore Aeolia’s presence as he navigated a small dungeon. It was an odd headspace to be in, as a day before he would have thought this situation would have been the next best thing to sex. And maybe it could be, if Aeolia was playing alongside him, without having to keep her voice low to avoid arousing suspicion.

The current arrangement, however, with Aoelia so close and her whispered voice in his ear, aroused him, even long after Arcane Wellspring had run its course. The unexpected tightness in his jeans, paired with Aeolia’s questions about the game led him to play far from his best. Still, the dungeon was an early level one and he’d conquered it many times, so even with sub-optimal plays, he easily reached the end.

“And just on time,” he muttered as he eyed the time. “Laundry should be done.”

“Mind if I just run around in the game?” Aeolia asked.

John shrugged as he stood up. “Go ahead. I’ll be back in a few.”

He left his room, casting a glance down the hall towards his mother’s door. Light spilled out from under it, signaling her occupancy. Her swinging rear flashed in his mind and he shook his head hard to clear the image from his mind's eye. He quickly ventured down to the dryer, the absence of the bulky machine’s hum telling him the cycle was done.

A few minutes later John walked back to his room, warm and folded clothes in his arms. He re-entered his room, expecting to find Aeolia in his chair, goofing about in the virtual world. Instead, she was naked, kneeling on his bed, legs splayed slightly to display her pussy and a saucy smile on her lips.

“Ready to get this show on the road?” she cooed, a come hither look in her eyes as she held up Vivian’s transmission array.

John gulped and nearly threw his clothes, both carried and worn, to the floor, but reined in his base impulses to address an issue with their plan.

“I think we’ll need to relocate to a Barrier,” he managed to get out after rebooting his brain. “Really don’t want Mom to hear and start asking questions.”

Aeolia blinked owlishly, looking slightly embarrassed. “Oh, right. Damn it, thought I was being clever and sexy.”

“Well, you nailed the sexy bit,” John said. “If we didn’t have to worry about being heard, I’d have joined you in an instant.”

Ego soothed, Aeolia smirked. “Then fired up a Barrier. I’m sure Vi’s thinking you shot down the idea.”

John nodded and focused on creating a replication of his room. One shift in reality later, John and Aeolia were in a copy of his room, the colors and light slightly off from the original. Aeolia tested the recreated bed, bouncing enticingly on it.

“Eh, not as comfy,” she assessed, “but it’s not bad. Where do we want to set this thing up?”

John looked around as he moved his attire into his Inventory. “Maybe on the wall behind the bed?”

Aeolia considered that then shook her head. “I don’t think that’ll be a good spot to get both of us in frame enough. Vi wants to see us both.”

“Right,” John said. “Never thought setting up something like this would be this hard. Hell, never thought I’d be live streaming sex. How about on the wall by the door?”

Aeolia regarded the wall, arms folded under her breasts in a way John was sure was on purpose then nodded. “Think that’ll work.”

She bounced off the bed and approached the wall. She pressed the array, symbol first, to the wall. John felt a small pulse of mana, and when Aoelia peeled back the paper, the array remained on the wall.

“Okay, Vi said once we placed it, it’d start broadcasting in three minutes and would keep going for about fifteen. Ready to give our girl a show?”

“As ready as I can be,” John answered, gesturing at his erect cock. “So, em, how do you want to start?”

“Well, last time we pretty much jumped right to fucking,” Aeolia remarked. “Maybe we should do a little more foreplay. You know, show Vivian what we can do with our hands. And mouths.”

John’s cock throbbed, signalling his thoughts on that idea. Aeolia sauntered up and lightly wrapped her fingers around his length. She kissed him, their lips meeting for the first time as she gently guided him back to the bed, pushing him back onto it, breaking their kiss.

She climbed atop him, and John took the initiative to reclaim her lips. His hands weren’t idle as they caressed Aeolia’s fit body, one tracing down her back until it reached her toned ass and took a hearty grab. The other stayed above her waistline, finding its way to play with one of her breasts. His actions caused Aeolia to break the kiss with a gasp before placing her forehead on his.

“Those hands feel pretty good,” she breathlessly whispered.

“Got a skill for that,” John quipped back. “Be a waste not to use it.”

Aeolia smirked. “Well, as fun as working on that might be, I’m curious if you can unlock any other sex skills. And I can think of one way to see if you can.”

Much to both of their disappointment, Aeolia pulled away from John, rearranging her position until her thighs rested on either side of John’s head, her moist pussy hovering above him. Before he could act, John groaned as Aoelia’s mouth descended on his cock, wet lips and tongue engulfing his tool.

John lost himself to the sensation of Aeolia’s blowjob for a few seconds before he refocused and arched up, taking his first taste of his partner’s nectar. She groaned around his member, which slowed his ministrations, but he quickly recovered and dove back to pleasure her muff.

He explored her, tongue flicking to and fro, and he burned into his mind the places and techniques that invoked groans and shutters of pleasure. Aeolia returned the favor, her mouth and hands quickly causing him as much pleasure as he hoped she was feeling. John tried to keep his focus on her, but Aeolia’s ministrations proved too much for him to hold off.

“Aeolia,” John gasped out as he tried to keep himself from cumming, “I’m…”

“Me too,” she breathed out, readily getting his intention. Spurred on by that, John redoubled his efforts, not wanting to leave her hanging. His attack on her pussy grew more and more frantic as his climax neared. He let out a low, drawn out groan as he came, his cum painting her face as she pulled away, shuttering as her own orgasm reached its peak.

John leaned his head back as he caught his breath, his view of Aeolia’s dripping pussy blocked by a popup.

Aeolia swung herself off John, twisting in a way so she was facing the array. A sly smile on her face as she scooped John’s load with her fingers, then tantalisingly cleaning off those fingers with her tongue.

“Looks like you did get a skill from that,” she noted breathily, only breaking eye contact with the wall for a second,

“Yeah,” John replied, dismissing his latest sexual skill as Aeolia continued to clean her face. Her show, more meant for Vivian, did help to reignite his passions. Then, he got an idea and cast Arcane Wellspring, throwing an extra twenty mana into the skill to extend the effect.

He felt the boost to his stats immediately, his erection almost returning to full mast. Aeolia shuttered sinfully, her breasts quivering as she shot John a smokey look.

“You turned on that new thing?” she exhaled huskily.

John shot her what he hoped was his most smoldering gaze. “Well, I figure if my room’s going to give me some erotic effect, we might as well use it, right?”

The look Aeolia gave him brought his cock back to full life as she swung her leg over him, bringing the tip of it to rest just at her damp entrance.

“How long will it last?”

“A little more than seven minutes,” John answered as he brought his hands to rest on her hips. Aeolia sank down on his rod, both letting out sounds of satisfaction. Aeolia pressed herself flush against John’s chest, then leaned in to place her mouth near his ear.

“Let’s see if we can out do the clock?”

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