We're running with the shadows of the night

Morgana’s heart caught in her throat. Her footsteps were staggered as she approached the elevator, Nick’s hand wrapped tightly around hers.

Oh, gosh! My hand is so sweaty! I just know it’s sweaty! How embarrassing! He can definitely tell my palms are sweaty, what a mess! I’m so gross! Plus, we… we went for a hike this morning! I probably stink!

Morgana realized how terrible of a mistake this was.

“I-!” She finally managed to say something when they got into the elevator, but she cut herself off as the machine jerked, carrying them both up to the Master’s Suite. Her objections died in her throat as she stared at Nick.

The look of horror on her face started to make him uncomfortable.

“Morgana, is everything alright?” He asked worriedly. He was starting to suspect that she was having second thoughts.

And she was. And third thoughts, and fourths. Morgana was an overthinker by nature, and she wasn’t sure whether or not spending the night with Nick… having sex with him… She wasn’t sure if that’s really what she wanted to do.

She’d made her decision during a heated moment of passion. But her clothes had dried off, and they’d had a perfectly lovely day together, getting food and spending time with one another, and she’d had a chance to start questioning her impulsive decisions.

And, as was usually the case, now that she’d had a chance to think about something she was trying to walk it back.

Morgana swallowed, and felt her throat ache.

“Um…”

“Yes?” Nick looked directly at her, and she winced.

She could tell by his eyes, he was concerned, for her sake. He wanted to make her happy; or, more accurately, he didn’t want to hurt her.

Which just made her feel guilty, because now she felt like she was the one hurting him.

I should just say it! She beat herself up mentally. I should just say that I still want to do it! But I can’t! I’m too nervous!

“Sh… shower!” She finally managed to blurt out as the elevator came to a stop. The doors opened to reveal the Master’s Suite.

Nick wasn’t sure he heard that correctly.

“Huh?”

“I-I’m covered with sweat… and my clothes probably stink…” She managed to mumble out. “Is it alright… if I take a shower first? To, um… to prepare… myself…”

Her voice was getting softer and softer as she found herself less and less certain about what she was preparing to do. Nick’s kindness towards her, it felt so undeserved, and yet… he really did care about her, didn’t he?

That, more than anything else, was why Morgana wanted to be with him. She wanted to have sex with him, she wanted to experience sex for the first time, even if she wasn’t sure how to do it just yet. And most importantly… she wanted to do it with him.

Nick could sense her hesitation, and while in his opinion he didn’t think Morgana needed a shower, he was happy to accommodate her.

As long as she was comfortable, he didn’t even mind the possibility of her backing out. After the threesome last night, it wasn’t like he was starving for sex, even if every word out of Morgana’s mouth made him hard.

When they entered the golden suite, Morgana ignored the food Holly had set out on the table and ducked into the bathroom, much to her confusion.

She turned to Nick and shrugged, smiling a wry grin. “Well, when you gotta go, you gotta go, right?”

“She wants to take a shower,” Nick replied, sitting down at the table. The food looked delicious, but he didn’t want to dig in just yet. He was polite enough to wait for his date to come join him.

Holly watched him with a curious expression.

“Nick…”

“Yeah?” Nick was surprised to hear his name coming from her lips. Holly wasn’t referring to him as “master” for once, which meant this must be serious.

The look in her eye said it was. For once, he didn’t see hearts springing up in her gaze. He saw the old Holly, the no-nonsense girl who could stop a charging elephant with just a stern glare.

“…What is it?” He asked, sitting up straight.

Holly took a deep breath, and then exhaled.

“That girl… Morgana… are you going to sleep with her tonight?”

Nick stiffened. The way she said that…

“Yeah… that was the plan, anyway,” he replied. “Why? Do you think I shouldn’t?”

That would be a first. He could tell Holly felt conflicted, but he wasn’t sure about what. He’d never been good at reading her (as the repeated instances of completely misunderstanding her feelings and screwing up because of it attested to) but he could tell that she was concerned.

Holly shook her head and bit her lip. “I don’t think it’s as simple as that,” she said quietly. “And believe me, I’m the first one who wants you to have sex with other girls!”

That sure was the truth.

“I’m not pressuring her into anything,” Nick assured her. “She’s the one who said she wanted to do it. I’m just going along with it.”

“I know, you’re not the type to do something like that,” Holly snorted, rolling her eyes. “But Morgana… look, it’s a little more complicated with her, than with the other girls in your harem.”

Nick raised his eyebrow. “More complicated than Mary?”

Holly winced. “…Okay, well, she’s a different-”

“More complicated than Dani?”

“Look, that’s completely unrelated-”

“More complicated than Sylvia?”

“Alright, alright, I get your point!” Holly huffed, turning pink with frustration. “Nick, you can be so infuriating sometimes!”

Nick laughed. He enjoyed these bickering sessions between him and Holly. It was one of the things he missed most about her being his devoted sex **** who would do whatever he wanted. And he was glad that side of her hadn’t disappeared with her transformation.

“Look, the thing with Morgana…” Holly sighed again. “She wants to do it with you, I think we both know that. But… look, I empathize with her, okay? A shy girl, who has a bunch of fantasies about her ideal sex life, but too nervous and awkward to make any of them a reality? Does that ring any bells?”

Nick blinked.

“…Rose.”

“Nick, I swear to God, I am going to thump you so hard…”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” Nick laughed, leaning back in his seat and holding his hands up in surrender. The fact that Holly was holding a butter knife helped him make that decision.

Holly smiled, then her expression turned serious again. “Well, I’m not. Morgana is a lot like me, you know? She’s obviously built this up a lot in her mind. And she’s probably worried about how she’s going to compare. It is her first time, after all…”

“Yeah,” Nick nodded. “I know.”

“By this point, you’ve slept with more virgins than non-virgins, right?” Holly counted off on her fingers. “You slept with Dakota… Dawn… then Marley… Mary, obviously, we all saw that, and then you and Rose…”

Nick nodded. They were all different, too. With Dakota, she’d been wild and hungry for it, almost like Carly. For her, virginity was practically something to throw away. Dawn was a little more tender, and probably the closest to how he imagined his night with Morgana was going to go; unsure and doubting herself. And that had been a mess in its own right. As for Marley, she’d had Carly there to walk her through that, and since she’d already been eliminated anyway, there wasn’t any real pressure. Mary had waited for it so long, it had practically been like Dakota all over again- she just wanted it fast and hot, and inside her. And Rose… Rose had really wanted something special.

Maybe he was wrong. Maybe Morgana would be more like Rose than Dawn. Or maybe a mixture of the two.

“They were all different in their own ways,” he said, glancing towards the door. “But I don’t know if any of them were as insecure about it as Morgana is.”

“She was a scrawny girl who nobody looked at her whole life, with a mind full of deviant fantasies,” Holly pointed out. “I’d wager she’s got an inferiority complex big enough to drive an 18-wheeler through. Again, sound like anyone else you know?”

“…Mary.”

“Nick.”

“Well, I’m not wrong, am I?”

Holly wished she could say he wasn’t, but she knew he had her. So she muttered something under her breath, sighed in exasperation, and rolled her eyes with a smirk.

“…Whatever. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. And don’t mess this up! Morgana is a princess tonight, understood? What she says, goes!”

Nick nodded and gave her a little salute. That got him another eye roll.

A few minutes later, a dripping wet Morgana peeked cautiously out of the bathroom. When she met Nick’s eyes, she hastily ducked back inside.

Nick fought back his sigh. This was going to be a tricky night to get right.

“Um… and is there any dessert?” Morgana glanced warily up at Holly, her face red.

Holly stared blankly at her, then turned and looked at the pile of half-eaten plates of food on Morgana’s side of the table, nibbled away at cautiously.

“…You’ve had three desserts already,” she pointed out. At this point, it was obvious to all three of them that Morgana was stalling for time. She’d even taken a break mid-meal to return to the bathroom and write in her diary.

Given the sexual tension in the air, Nick was kind of dreading what she must have written about, and who would get the dream or dreams that night.

“Hey now, Holly, remember what we talked about?” Nick was loving the frustrated expression on her face. His cock was hard as a rock thanks to talking with the goth girl over food, and he knew Holly must be absolutely losing it. All her talk about being respectful and patient had gone out the window with her self-restraint.

“Morgana’s a princess, and the princess gets what she wants,” he reminded her in a mocking tone of voice.

Holly dug her nails into the palms of her hands.

Morgana’s jaw dropped. “P-p-p-princess?!” She stammered, her eyes swimming in her head.

“That’s right,” Nick nodded. “I promised Holly here that I would take care of you, Morgana. That I would do whatever you wanted. So it’s up to you. Do you want to finish dinner, and then… do what comes after dinner? Or are you done for the night?”

He tried to be as gentle as possible, but just like Holly, his hunger had been building all through the meal. Part of him wanted to skip the bed, and just push her down and take her right here. But he knew better than that. Gina or Carly would appreciate such ferocity, but Morgana deserved so much better for her first time.

But judging by the hungry look in her eye, maybe she kind of wanted that, too.

Still, she was able to suppress those urges, and quickly shook her head.

“Th-the bed,” she stammered out, standing up uneasily. “Let’s… let’s get this over with, okay?”

Nick and Holly shared a wince. Neither one of them was happy that Morgana was looking at this in a “get it over with” capacity.

So Nick tried to do the noble thing and stop the situation before it escalated any further. “Morgana, if you’re not ready for this, then we can always…”

“NO!” Morgana exclaimed, shaking her head frantically. “I want this, I do!” She looked desperately at him. “This… it’s what I want, really. I’m just… I’m not sure about it, you know?”

Nick could tell from the look on her face. She was uneasy.

Then she cast a furtive glance Holly’s way, and he had an inkling why.

“Morgana, do you want me to ask Holly to leave the room?” He asked. “So it can be just the two of us?”

Morgana winced. It was clear she didn’t want to say that in so many words- it was such a mean thing to ask for!

But at the same time, it was obvious that that was exactly what she wanted.

Holly looked like she was going to throw a fit, but she understood where they were coming from. So with a sigh, and without being asked, she cleared the table and resigned herself to the kitchen, leaving the two of them alone to fuck to their heart’s desire.

Although neither one of them was quite sure that what would happen next would really entail actual “fucking” in such a meaning of the word.

The two glanced at each other across the empty table. They were alone now. No more food, no more Holly, no more… distractions.

No more excuses.

Morgana swallowed so loudly it hurt Nick’s ears, and then rose to her feet. She walked robotically over to the bed, threw herself down onto it, and lay there like a blowup doll.

Not exactly the sexiest sight Nick had ever seen.

“Morgana…”

“J-just take me,” she stammered, her face red with shame. “Make me feel like a woman, you… um… big hunk of studly man…”

Hearing her talk like that physically hurt.

Nick approached the bed with caution, taking care to look as unthreatening as possible. When he sat down next to Morgana, she sat up and looked at him with confusion.

“Nick?” She asked warily. “Is something… the matter? I’m doing it wrong, aren’t I?! Oh, oh no, this isn’t at all what I meant, I just, I’m so nervous…”

“Morgana,” Nick said gently, taking her by the hand. He kept his tone even and consoling. “It’s alright. You’re doing fine.”

Morgana blushed. She knew she wasn’t doing fine.

“I-I’m not doing fine,” she mumbled. “I don’t know how to be sexy… I don’t know how to get you worked up…”

She felt like a moron. She’d been taking cooking classes from Mary, but what she SHOULD have been taking were seduction classes from Rose.

“Morgana, it’s fine,” Nick said. He smiled. “Trust me, you don’t have to act sexy or anything to get me aroused.”

He spread his legs slightly and gestured to his crotch to prove his point.

Morgana’s eyes widened. “Y-you-!” She stammered in confusion. “But that’s… um… wow, right, yeah…”

Nick was hard as a rock. It felt like he had been for hours. Prolonged time with Morgana had kept his erection from going down, and right now it was throbbing frantically in his pants, **** to be inside the woman next to him.

“I know you don’t have a lot of experience,” Nick said gently. “And that Sotto Voce transformation of yours, it’s not something that you like that much. But hey, at least this way, you got to skip all the parts you weren’t sure of, right?”

Morgana blushed and bit her lip. That was true. If she had any doubt that Nick desired her, the tent in his pants quickly dispelled it. And yes, she was well aware that her transformation had done that, and it wasn’t because of her inherent sex appeal, but that didn’t matter right now.

Right now, she was too focused on what that hot rod of man meat could do to her, and what she desperately wanted it to do to her.

Seeing it spurred other thoughts into her head.

“Um… I-I just… I want to do something,” she stammered, nearly falling out of bed in her effort to climb to her feet.

Nick watched Morgana curiously as she stood next to the bed, facing away from him. She turned and looked over her shoulder, before leaning forward and sticking out her ass in a very familiar position.

It was the one she’d taken in the hot spring several days before, when she twerked for him.

And just as he anticipated, she started again. But this time, instead of being naked, that round, gothicc booty of hers was encased in tight black jeans. That seemed to make it even more deliciously erotic and forbidden. He could make out the swell of her rear as it jiggled and jumped with each buck of her hips, and it was clear that even if she was no expert on swaying her ass, her desperation and hunger more than made up for it.

When she started moaning as well, that’s when Nick lost his mind.

“Fuck, Morgana…” He groaned, unzipping his pants and freeing his cock from the prison it had been locked inside for half the day. The touch of air on his head nearly made him cum right then and there. “You’re so fucking hot…”

He grabbed his shaft and started to stroke, as an ocean of precum flooded the surface of his erection. It was a testament to how worked up Morgana had gotten him the whole day, and when she looked back to see his shiny meat flashing through his fingers, she swallowed.

I… I did that to him? She couldn’t believe it, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away. This wasn’t like stripping at the bachelor party, or showing off in the hot spring while Carly and Marley fondled him. There was nobody else here to divert his attention. Nobody here who her brain could convince her was the real target of Nick’s desires.

He wanted her. And there was no questioning that now.

Knowing that, Morgana moved even more frantically, shaking her ass like she was right there, with his dick lodged between her cheeks. The thought of that spurred her on, and made her wonder if she should consider that. Maybe for a later date… right now, there was something she wanted to do first.

Plus, her hips were getting sore, moving this fast after that long hike.

Slowing down, Morgana took a break to catch her breath, and turned on her heel in what she hoped was a sexy sway to keep him aroused. In truth, it nearly threw her off her balance. She stumbled forward and nearly fell on top of him, just barely managing to break her fall by slamming her hands down on the mattress.

That was close! If she hadn’t caught herself, she would have landed right on his erection, mouth first!

…

Damn it! Stupid, stupid, stupid! She chastised herself for her mistake.

Nick winced. Seeing Morgana nearly on top of him, her **** eyes locked on his cock as he beat himself off, only made this whole situation hotter. He never thought he had an exhibition streak himself, but the sight of Morgana watching him touch himself, wearing that awestruck expression on her face, got him going so hot.

“Fuck, Morgana…” A moan escaped his lips as he felt himself driving closer to the edge. He was approaching release just from the idea of what would happen if Morgana hadn’t managed to stop herself. If she’d fallen, open-mouthed, right onto his…

“Huh?”

Hearing her name snapped Morgana out of her haze, and she looked to him in confusion. Nick’s eyes widened, and his hand stopped. The moment was broken, and he realized he was sitting on his bed and touching himself, rather than the beautiful woman beside him.

…Damn it, it was like being back in college with Carly all over again.

Morgana swallowed, and she glanced up at Nick. The two of them shared tense, confused looks, and then her eyes sank back to Nick’s penis.

“It… it’s the first time I’ve seen it this close up,” she admitted, kind of killing the mood. Not that you’d know that by looking at the throbbing shaft in Nick’s hand. “It’s so… it so hot. And angry…”

She saw spurts of clear liquid ooze out of the top, and a part of her could understand in that moment why Gina liked drinking Nick’s seed so much. But that was a fantasy best saved for the page, rather than exploring it now.

But…

“Can… can I touch it?” Morgana would have never asked anything so brazen normally. But with how worked up they both were, it just felt like the right thing to do.

And Nick, obviously, didn’t have any objections. His throat was dry with thirst for Morgana’s hot goth body, and he could only croak out a moan. Her innocence, combined with her sexy as hell body, provided a contrast he’d never experienced before. And when she reached out and gave his throbbing erection a testing stroke, part of him wished he was back in high school experimenting with a hot goth girl like this as they both got to know each other’s bodies. It was a fantasy of his own that he’d never gotten the chance to fulfill.

Touched the Master’s Cock! +2 VP

Morgana gasped. It was hotter than she’d expected, and sticky as hell. She nearly tore her hand away out of fright, but it felt like it was glued to his shaft! She stroked it again, and kept stroking it, and it was only when she realized that he was about to cum did she finally pull away.

She could had gotten points for a handjob, but she didn’t want those. Who gave a damn about points right now?

Morgana was just as worked up as Nick, and she wanted him now.

“I-it’s not… I didn’t… I know…” She stammered, stumbling back and falling onto the mattress. She kept her eyes locked on his erection, talking to his cock more than to Nick himself. “I know you gave Rose the fantasy she wanted for her first time… but… I have too many to count… just… just this… just…”

She finally managed to tear her gaze away from his shaft, and looked up into his eyes. She swallowed.

“Please… make me feel amazing,” she begged.

Nick nodded. “I never wanted anything else,” he assured her.

Surging with vindication and realizing for perhaps the first time that night that this was really going to happen, right here, right now, Morgana felt something special.

An urge to run away and hide.

But she fought that urge, and instead fed a different one, one that came about as a result of her transformation. A moan escaped from her lips and she quickly unbuttoned her jeans, trying to tug the tight pants down her meaty curves.

Unfortunately, that was easier said than done.

It took some doing, and a few more minutes than she would have liked, but she finally managed to get those jeans off, and her panties with them. But perhaps the delay was for the best. It gave Nick enough time to bring himself back from the edge, and it gave Morgana the time she needed to resolve herself to what was about to happen.

Taking a deep breath, she crawled across the bed on her hands and knees, and presented her ass for Nick’s appraisal.

Damn. Nick didn’t know what other response was warranted in this situation.

What is it with these women and doggystyle recently? He wondered as he took in the view of her luscious pale orbs. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t help but compare the sight before his eyes to that of Rose and Carly from the night before. Rose’s ass was perfectly sculpted like a model’s, and Carly’s was almost as nice.

But Morgana had a butt that could only be described as a “booty”. It was the kind of ass you could only describe as “thicc” with two c’s instead of one. The amount of meat on those hips was indulgent and excessive, making it clear that her lower body was built for little else than holding on tight as you thrust in hard. It seemed to be in a permanent state of wobble, and Nick was convinced that even if Morgana wasn’t trembling with anxiety, her ass would undoubtedly still be shaking like a mound of Jell-O.

Nick licked his lips in spite of himself. He took a deep breath, and grabbed two meaty handfuls of gothicc booty.

Morgana flinched and went stiff as a board. You’d be forgiven for thinking her petrification was a sign of rejection, or a perhaps the onset of second thoughts. But Nick could see her lower petals flood, and he knew the truth.

“This ass of yours is fucking amazing,” he said, giving her all the praise an insecure girl like her needed. “Posed like this… fuck! I just need to be inside of you!”

“Mhmm!” Morgana moaned, shaking her ass eagerly. She practically bucked her hips back at him, **** to get him inside of her.

She knew it would hurt… but she wanted it. Her pussy was flooded, throbbing, and practically clapping like her asscheeks, and Nick couldn’t in good conscience neglect her a second longer.

With a grunt, he pushed forward, and drove the head of his cock deep into her sopping folds, feeling the meaty lips wrap around his shaft.

A moan escaped from his lips, and joined with hers. It felt amazing inside of Morgana as he plunged through her hymen, irrevocably marking her as a woman. Every wall and fold of the goth’s pussy smothered his shaft, and pushing inside her felt like trying to swim against a powerful current. Her insecurities were reflected by her pussy, which clung desperately to him like it never wanted him to leave.

Nick felt the same way. He never wanted to leave this hot, wet hole, not for a second. Not when it accepted him so fully and totally, simultaneously drawing him deeper inside while also pushing him out.

And then, finally, he bottomed out, feel Morgana’s ass clap against his hips as he drove inside her as far as he could go. Her whole body jumped and her moans echoed through the air as she trembled and shook, driving her hips back against him as she shook and cried with desire.

“Yes…” She begged, her eyes rolling back in her head. “PLEASE! MORE!”

If Morgana could look at herself right now, she’d feel completely humiliated. She was moaning like a slut and shaking her ass like a bitch in heat, and she didn’t want it any other way! Any thoughts of shame or avoiding embarrassment were getting fucked out of her with every thrust of Nick’s shaft, and as pleasure exploded through her brain, she wondered how her fantasies could have gotten it so wrong.

The things she dreamed of were just that- the whims of a child. They couldn’t compare to the raw ecstasy of the real thing.

“Yesh…” She moaned, shaking like a leaf as she drove her hips back up against him. She was ravenous to get every inch of him inside her. “I never thought… HAAAN! I had no idea! It’sh sho goo! Sho mucsh better than I ever imaginedsh!”

As Nick thrust deeper inside of her, matching her frenetic pace, her words touched against his ears, and he realized the extent of what he was doing. He was fucking Morgana.

She was only 18! Practically a child! She was nearly ten years younger than him, and he was fucking her into the mattress so hard she was practically smushed beneath him! Those were her moans filling his ears, the moans of a girl who was barely out of high school!

When he realized how sinfully taboo their coupling was, he felt himself getting pushed over the edge. He couldn’t help it. She’d been getting him worked up all day, and now, at long last, he was about to let loose.

“Fuck… Morgana!” He groaned. “I’m cumming! I’m gonna cum!”

“N-not yet!” Morgana moaned. “Please! Just… just a little bit more!” She was almost there. She could feel something building inside, something better than anything she’d felt before. She just needed a little bit more…

Then she realized what it was. What she needed from him, to take this from “amazing” to…

She didn’t even know what it would feel like.

“Tell me I’m good at this!” She moaned.

Nick slowed down, not sure what she meant for a second.

“Tell me I’m better than Karen! Tell me I’m hotter than her!” She begged, pushing her ass back into him with everything she had.

“Y-you’re hotter!” Nick didn’t even know who Karen was or what she looked like, but did it fucking matter at this point? Right now, buried inside her, Morgana was the hottest babe around! “You’re so much fucking hotter!”

“YES!” Morgana moaned, as lights flashed before her eyes. “Tell me I’m your big titty goth girlfriend!”

“You’re my big titty goth girlfriend!” Nick shouted. “Fuck! I always wanted one, but I didn’t know any as hot as you!”

That did it. She squeezed down tightly on him, milking his cock harder than she ever had before. And combined with the reminder that she was just an 18-year-old girl, Nick was pushed over the edge, and he doubled over, clutching her sweaty, bouncing booty.

“CUMMING!” He moaned. At this point, nothing could stop it. Even if Morgana had second thoughts and tried to stop him, he doubted he would be able to hold himself back.

Fortunately for both of them, she had absolutely no intention of doing that.

“Inside!” Morgana howled, her sex-crazed brain dizzy with thoughts even more sinful than the ones flashing through Nick’s head. In that moment, it didn’t matter how young she was, or that she a tight piece of ass who was in the height of her fertile years. She didn’t even know if it was a dangerous day or not, but fuck if that mattered! She wanted him to finish inside; she wanted to feel it!

Luckily, by some miracle, Nick was able to hold onto just enough of his rational thought to realize that while fucking a girl ten years his junior was one thing, knocking her up would probably be crossing the line. Putting her up the spout during her first time?

Nick had done a lot of things since coming to the island, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that.

Not yet, anyway. But the fact he found it so hot meant Mary was getting to him more than he realized.

Using every scrap of willpower he could claw back from his savage instincts, he pulled his cock out, practically ripped it out of her folds. And it was quite a struggle! Morgana’s **** pussy fought him every inch of the way, clenching and sucking and squeezing and cajoling, **** for even the faintest drop of his semen from his cock before it left. Her pussy had no idea if there would be a repeat performance, after all, and that frightened it.

But he managed it all the same, pulling his head free and clear as the last throbs of his erection shot through him, and he sprayed all over Morgana’s backside.

Had Sex with the Master! +10 VP

Groaning in exhaustion, Nick slumped back onto the bed, while Morgana let out a little yip of disappointment. But as her final orgasm ran its course and her sanity slowly returned to her, she realized that he’d made the right decision pulling out of her when he did.

“That… was amazing…” She mumbled.

“You were amazing…” Nick muttered back, too tired to say anything more. His hips felt numb.

With a sigh, she collapsed onto the pillow, and let her exhaustion take command. She drifted off to sleep with Nick right beside her, her brain conjuring up dreams of all new fantasies to indulge in, with a far greater level of detail now that she’d finally gotten a taste of the real thing.