Try to teach her there are other ways to make a lady cum

You follow her down the hall without a word, still half-hard and dripping from the bathroom. The Shared Heat pulses between you like a second heartbeat, carrying every contemptuous flicker of her new hunger straight into your groin. She heads for the guest room, red sweater still on, panties already soaked and half-shoved aside from the earlier fucking. The green gummy has her walking with an open, restless sway, thighs sticky, cunt still fluttering from the orgasm she claimed wasn’t enough.

She doesn’t close the door. You step in right behind her. Mara turns, that same mean little smile curling her mouth when she sees the soft outline of your cock still hanging out of your open pants.

“Back for more baby-dick pity?” she asks, voice low and mocking. “I already told you—it’s not enough. Go find a real one if you want me dripping for something that actually stretches.”

You don’t answer with words. You push her back onto the bed, drop to your knees between her spread thighs, and yank the soaked panties the rest of the way off. The green gummy’s magic has her pussy glossy and swollen, lips parted, clit already standing out like it’s begging for attention even while her mouth keeps running. You lean in and drag your tongue straight up her slit in one long, filthy stroke.

Mara’s breath hitches, but the sound is half a laugh. “Oh, fuck—trying to make up for that tiny prick with your mouth? Cute. Go ahead. Lick all you want. It’s not going to work.”

You ignore the dig and settle in. Your hands grip her thighs and push them wider. You flatten your tongue and lap at her like you’re starving—long, slow strokes from her dripping hole up to her clit, then short, firm flicks right over the swollen bud. The Shared Heat feeds you every twitch, every fresh rush of wetness. She tastes sharp and sweet, already messy from the bathroom, and you shove two fingers into her while you suck her clit between your lips.

“Jesus—your fingers are thicker than your dick,” she gasps, hips jerking. “Still not enough. Keep going. Prove me wrong, beta.”

You curl those fingers and find the spongy spot inside her that should make her thighs jump. You rub it in steady, firm circles while your mouth works her clit without mercy—sucking, licking, flicking, then sucking again. The cord of heightened touch around your wrist makes every slick fold against your tongue feel electric. You can feel how the gummy has her craving stretch and size, and something deeper: the magic itself has locked her body against release from anything less than what it demands. Her cunt is wet, clenching, responsive… but the peak never comes.

Mara’s hands fist in the sheets. “It’s still a fucking baby dick—ah—god—don’t stop—but you’re never going to make me come with that little thing or that tongue. The gummy knows what I need.”

You add a third finger and stretch her just enough to make her moan louder. Your tongue never leaves her clit. You eat her like you’re trying to drown in her, nose buried, chin shiny, sucking and licking in the exact rhythm that should have her bucking into your face. The Shared Heat turns her rising need into a thick, throbbing ache in your own cock. You’re fully hard again, leaking against the mattress, but no matter how hard you work her, the orgasm stays just out of reach.

Her thighs tremble. Her breathing turns ragged. Wetness soaks your chin and runs down your wrist. She is close—so close the Shared Heat makes your own balls tighten in sympathy—yet the climax refuses to break. The green magic holds the door shut. A beta male with a tiny prick is simply not allowed to finish her.

“Fuck—fuck—almost—why won’t it—goddamn it—” she pants, frustration sharp in her voice. “Your mouth is good, I’ll give you that, but it’s still not a real cock. Keep licking. Maybe if you try really hard the magic will take pity on you.”

You don’t stop. You keep licking through the almosts, softer at first, then firmer again the second her body starts to settle back from the edge. Two more fingers work her open, pumping slow and deep while your tongue circles her oversensitive clit. Mara’s hips roll up to meet your mouth, greedy and desperate, but every time the tension builds to the brink it simply plateaus. The peak never arrives.

“You’re still—tiny—ah—goddamn it—” she gasps, voice cracking with need and irritation. “I can feel how close I am and it’s just… stuck. Because of you. Because of that little dicklet energy you’re giving off.”

You pull your fingers free, slick and shiny, and replace them with your tongue. You fuck her with it—deep, filthy thrusts while your thumb rubs tight circles over her clit. Mara’s hands finally leave the sheets and grab your hair, holding you there, grinding against your face in short, desperate rolls. You can feel the Shared Heat spiking—every pulse of her unfinished need hits you like a hand around your cock—yet her body refuses to tip over.

She stays locked on the edge for long, aching minutes. Her thighs shake. Her cunt flutters around your tongue. Fresh wetness pours out of her. Soft, broken sounds leave her throat with every pass of your mouth. But the orgasm never comes. The green gummy’s magic has made it impossible. A beta male with a tiny prick simply cannot finish her, no matter how skilled his hands and tongue.

You ease back just enough to breathe, chin dripping, and look up at her. Mara’s face is flushed, eyes half-lidded, that earlier disdain still sharp under the weight of all the almosts. Her voice is rough when she speaks.

“Still not enough. Still never going to make me come. Your mouth is talented, I’ll admit that, but the gummy knows what I need and it isn’t you.”

You climb onto the bed, push her thighs open again, and settle your face right back between them. This time you focus everything on her clit—long, slow sucks alternating with rapid flicks of your tongue while two fingers slide back inside her and curl. The Shared Heat is a live wire now. Every time she twitches, your cock throbs in answer. You’re leaking steadily against the sheets, aching, but you keep eating her like it’s the only thing that matters.

She stays right on the edge. Again. And again. Her hips jerk. Her nails dig into your scalp. She curses under her breath, frustrated, soaked, trembling, still unable to finish. The magic holds firm. No matter how deep you lick, how hard you suck, how perfectly you work that swollen clit, the orgasm is locked away from anything connected to a man with a cock the green gummy has decided is inadequate.

By the time the hour is nearly up she is a wreck—sweater pushed up under her armpits, tits heaving, thighs shiny and open, cunt swollen and dripping—but still unsatisfied. The green magic is still fighting, still whispering that she needs something thicker, longer, heavier… and still denying her any release from what you can give.

You finally pull back, wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, and climb up over her. Your cock is rigid, average, glistening at the tip. Mara looks down at it and lets out a weak, breathless, bitter laugh.

“Still tiny,” she whispers. “Still not enough. You worked so hard and I still couldn’t come. That’s the magic for you.”

The hour is almost up. You can feel it in the Shared Heat—the sharp, contemptuous edge of the green gummy starting to soften, the craving for impossible size beginning to blur. Her personality is shifting back in small, noticeable ways. The mean little smile fades. Her eyes lose that hungry, judgmental glaze. She reaches down and wraps her fingers around your cock—not with pity this time, but with genuine curiosity and rising heat.

The last of the green magic dissolves like sugar on the tongue. Mara’s expression clears. She looks at your cock properly for the first time since the gummy took hold, fingers still slowly stroking the shaft, and the earlier disdain is simply… gone.

“It’s just average,” she murmurs, almost to herself, thumb brushing over the slick head. “Normal. Not small. Not huge. Just… average.” A soft, surprised little sound leaves her throat as the Shared Heat surges between you, her desire and yours locking together into one thick, mutual ache. “And right now I don’t care about anything else. I just want it. I need it.”

She pulls you down and kisses you hard, tasting herself on your tongue. Her legs wrap around your hips.

“Put it in,” she breathes against your mouth. “I want to feel you. All of you. Make me come for real this time.”

You line up and push inside her in one slow, deep thrust. She’s soaked and open from everything your mouth and fingers did, and she takes you easily. This time there’s no snort of disappointment, no mocking commentary. This time she moans, low and genuine, as you fill her. The Shared Heat makes every inch of contact feel magnified. You can feel how wet she is, how her walls flutter around your average cock, how the residual sensitivity from all those denied peaks makes even ordinary thickness feel overwhelming right now.

You start to fuck her—long, steady strokes that drag along her front wall with every thrust. Mara clings to you, hips rising to meet each one. Her earlier mockery is gone. In its place is pure, shared heat—her need matching yours stroke for stroke.

“Harder,” she gasps. “Please—fuck me harder—”

You give it to her. You drive into her with firm, deep thrusts, the wet sound of your bodies filling the quiet room. Her tits bounce under the shoved-up sweater. You lean down and suck one nipple into your mouth while you keep fucking her, and she cries out, nails digging into your back. The Shared Heat turns every sensation into a feedback loop—her clenching cunt makes your cock throb harder, your steady rhythm makes her wetter, her rising moans make you thrust deeper.

You shift the angle, grinding against her clit with every stroke. Mara’s eyes roll back. “Yes—right there—god, I’m gonna come—finally—”

She does. The orgasm that the green magic denied her for an entire hour hits her hard while you’re buried inside her, walls clamping down, more wetness spilling around your cock. You keep fucking her through it, not slowing down, and the feel of her coming around you pushes you right to the edge.

“Inside,” she begs, voice raw. “Come inside me—please—”

You thrust deep one last time and let go. Thick pulses of cum spill into her, your cock twitching hard as you empty everything you’ve been holding back. Mara holds you there, legs locked around you, grinding through the aftershocks while the Shared Heat carries the intensity of your orgasm straight into her and triggers one more soft, fluttering climax of her own.

You stay buried inside her as the last tremors fade. The green gummy’s magic is fully gone. Mara’s breathing slows. She looks up at you with clear, slightly dazed eyes—no mockery left, just the warm, satisfied haze of a woman who spent an hour locked on the edge by candy magic and has finally been thoroughly fucked by the perfectly average cock she can now see clearly.

“Fuck,” she whispers, a small, genuine smile tugging at her lips. “Your mouth almost killed me and I still couldn’t come… and then this…” She gives a lazy little squeeze around you. “Average never felt so good.”

You kiss her again, slower this time, still half-hard inside her as the Shared Heat settles into a low, contented thrum. Outside, the October wind moves through the bare trees. The manor is quiet. The cask waits downstairs with the rest of its secrets.

But for now, Mara is soft and open beneath you, your cum slowly leaking out around your cock, and the night is still young.