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I found my way to the massive gym building, with a few helpful directions from students I passed in the halls.
At the front desk, I found a chipper redhead chewing a candy bar and reading a giant textbook.
“First year?” She asked, without preamble, and without looking.
I nodded.
“You’ll need a token to get in.” She said. “But don’t worry about it today. You’re all good.”
She waved me past her into a large traditional gym layout. I didn’t move.
“Sup?” She asked.
“I was actually hoping to get a private training room?” I asked. “My mentor said something about being able to rent them?”
She eyed me, finally. “Mage type?”
“Sort of.” I hedged, unsure why she wanted to know.
“Uh huh. Hallway on the left. Room 7. Bring the key back when you’re done.” She slid a blue keystone across the desk.
“The rooms… uh. They’re private right?” I asked, hesitantly.
Desk girl didn’t even look back up. “Yeah, completely. They have to be.”
I didn’t exactly understand but that was the answer I wanted.
I thanked her and got out of her way.
Obviously a student. I wondered if she was being paid in money or tokens. If the latter, I might have to look into getting a job or two.
A narrow hallway lined doors at long intervals. I tapped my keycard vaguely at door seven. There wasn’t any indication of where to put the stone.
The door swung open with a soft chime when the stone made contact.
Nice.
It swung shut behind me and my mouth fell open. The training room was two stories high, with compacted dirt floors and stone walls. It was like a slice of the Dungeon, but with no passages and no monsters.
Wonder if other training rooms have other common biomes. Seeing deep forest inside would be cool.
I grinned happily.
Bayloft was amazing.
I examined my Animus.
Familiar bond: (1/2).
Summoning requirements: mana, hot cum, available bond.
Well. There was nothing for it. It was time to meet my second Familiar.
I gave the room a suspicious once-over. But I didn’t see any means of surveillance.
Well. Desk girl had said the rooms had to be private.
I summoned Lucy and she appeared in a verdant circle of green.
She blushed and squirmed on the spot, looking refreshed and unreasonably pleased about something.
“What’s got you so smug?” I asked suspiciously, wrapping my arms around her automatically.
“You are summoning your next familiar.” She muttered.
“Right. Is that ok?” I asked. I hoped she wasn’t feeling jealous.
“And to do that you need to make an offering. Like you did for me.” She continued, leading me along, and pressing hotly into me.
“Yeah, I mean. That’s how it works, I don’t make the rules.” I defended myself.
“Of course. So you need to cum.” She went on, nearly beside herself. “And so you automatically called me, instead of just doing it yourself.”
She squirmed happily, in my arms.
Oh.
“Ah right uuuh I mean, obviously you don’t have to do anything. I can just. You know. Get myself off. If you’d rather?” I stumbled.
Why hadn’t that even occurred to me?!
“No!” Lucy exclaimed, grabbing my face with her hands. “I love that you thought of me. That’s what I’m saying. You knew you needed to pleasure yourself and your first thought.” She bit her lip hard. “Your first thought was to call me to do it for you. That’s. EXACTLY. How I want it to be.”
She came in for a kiss and I gasped as her tongue fought past my lips to claim me. She draped herself against my body, squeezing me tightly in her embrace. I melted into her. I let my hands trail down her back to grab her perfect bouncy ass and kneaded her fondly. She moaned happily.
Then pulled back and abruptly dropped to her knees, pushing her hair back over her ears.
“Give it to me.” She begged, breathlessly.
The sight of her on her knees before me, lips parted eagerly, and eyes fixed on my growing bulge had me hard as steel in an instant.
I stepped forward and ran a hand through her hair. She nuzzled into me, hands working at my pants. In a second, my dick flopped out and smacked her hard on the cheek.
She gasped, and I moaned at the soft contact.
She gave my head an affectionate kiss, and my knees nearly buckled.
She giggled. “You like my lips on your cock?” She asked playfully.
I nodded dumbly.
She was so pretty. The idea of her wanting to kiss me would’ve been wildly optimistic to me, a week ago. The idea of her kissing my cock with something like worship in her eyes??
“Like this?” She asked, pressing her plump lips slowly into the underside of my head, then slapped me heavily onto her cheek and lips a few times, staring up with her autumnal eyes.
“JUST like that baby.” I groaned, pleasure arching through me.
She let her tongue roll over my head, pressing it into me, lavishing it on me. Her eyes stayed locked on mine with growing sultry intensity.
Then she pulled back.
“I want to play a game.” She said.
“Ok.” I agreed, instantly.
She grinned, and gave me a long suck, before popping her lips from around my cock head with satisfaction.
“I am going to try and make you cum.” She announced.
I nodded fervently. “Good game.”
“You are going to try not to.” She said.
I frowned.
“No moving.” She said, and gave my cock head a circle with her tongue.
My eyes widened.
“No stopping me.” She said, giving me another deep suck.
I groaned, bending my knees urgently.
Lucy paused to slowly strip for me. My eyes followed along as each precious inch of her skin was revealed.
I stared at my curvy, sexy, eager bunny girl’s body. She was built like a cheerleader, and or a track and field star. And that face. The mix of sexy and cute and playful and mischievous.
I could stare at her all day.
I wanted to.
If I had met her under normal circumstances, I would never, ever have gotten up the courage to ask her name. Much less...!
She sank expectantly to her knees, leaning and bending slowly to let me enjoy her. She was basking in my ardent attention.
“If you make it five minutes, you can cum on my titties and use it for your summoning.” She proclaimed, wiggling a finger to call me back to her.
I dashed to get in front of her again, and she took my cock in her mouth, slowly sliding deeper and deeper, and then with a little determined wriggle, she took me into her tight, hot throat. Her tongue slashed at my balls, as her lips kissed my stomach. Her tummy muscles clenched a tiny bit once, and her throat squeezed me deliciously. Then she pulled back, a line of drool connecting her to me.
“If you last less than five-” She gasped, sounding a bit raspy.
“Seems likely.” I said, already so close it felt like I might cum if she breathed on me too hard.
“-Then it goes in my mouth, and I get to keep it.” She finished with a grin.
One of her hands snaked down between her bare thighs to start playing with herself. Her hips undulated like a dancer as she spread her pink pussy lips for me, leaning back and opening her mouth.
“Fuck.” I groaned. I grabbed her by her hair and pressed my aching cock into her mouth.
She gave a delighted little gasp at my sudden force.
I mentally wondered how many times she would win before I made it five minutes.
She pushed my hands off.
“No moving.” She gasped.
With great difficulty I stopped thrusting, and held my hands loosely by my sides.
“Good girl.” She moaned.
Then she got to work.
I wasn’t sure if she’d been holding back before, or if she was just getting more attuned to my body. It seemed like every time she did something new that I liked, she would notice and repeat it several times, delighting in making me groan and fight either to make her do more, or to try not to explode.
I failed both.
Within a minute, I was holding the back of her head firmly, pressing my cock as deep into her throat as it would go, and cumming torrents.
Her fingers played a wet song on her dripping pussy as she drank me down with delight.
Her eyes were smug, over her cute little nose which was pressed tight into my pelvis.
I released her and she reeled back. I swayed on my feet, stumbling back slightly.
Every inch of my skin was hot and tingly. I convulsed with aftershocks of pleasure. My reservoir of Pleasure for healing filled to the brim.
A drop of cum dripped from the corner of her mouth onto one of her big, bouncy tits.
I scooped it up on a fingertip and let her lick it clean.
"That's your cum." I murmured. "You fucking earned it. You're too fucking pretty for me to stand. You're so, so beautiful."
I squeezed each of her fat tiddies possessively, as she lazily stroked herself and me.
“1-0, my favor.” She said, challengingly.
I growled and thrust my still throbbing cock in her face.
She lunged forward and attacked it with happy gusto.
In the end, she won four times before I was finally able to hold on for five minutes. Barely.
The woman was just that skilled. And enthusiastic! Gods, the way she worshiped my body with such genuine enjoyment and admiration made me feel… pretty. Confident. Sexy.
I could tell through our bond that she wasn't just servicing me for my pleasure. She was having a ball figuring out what I liked most, enjoying my pleasure, feeling proud of the way I responded to her.
Fuck! My good little slut was even getting physical pleasure from shoving my cock into her face.
And my cock was insatiable. If anything, it grew harder and more desperate with each orgasm. It was swollen and red and pulsing with every heartbeat as I finally came hard over Lucy’s ample cleavage, letting it drizzle over her glorious body. She moaned and fingered herself into a frenzy as it rained down on her.
“Good girl.” I growled at her, pumping myself viciously. “Good girl, you fucking earned that cum so well. You suck me so good, you ruthless little minx. You knew you’d get your fill of my cum didn’t you?”
"You gave me so much!" She gushed happily. "You must've really liked me fucking my face on your big, juicy girl cock, hmmmmmm?"
Indeed, Lucy’s belly, after taking so many of my huge loads, was looking ever so slightly swollen, like she’d… drunk about two liters of cum.
She pumped one hand along my slickened length, cradling the other arm under her full breasts for me.
"You. Are. Fucking. Perfect." I ground out. "The most perfect cumslut! My perfect cumslut!"
In the back of my mind, I wondered where it all came from. Then the pleasure of Lucy's talented hand washed the thought away.
As my orgasm finished, I produced three more fat spurts of cum to coat Lucy’s pretty, drool covered face and lovingly presented titties.
I held her and smeared it over her lips possessively, wanting to mark her as my own as deeply as possible.
Her lips parted, and her tongue slipped out to taste my offering and suck my fingers into her mouth one by one.
“Good girl.” I praised. “You look so pretty, all covered in my cum. Are you proud of what a good slut you are for me?”
She nodded, delirious and cum drunk, gasping from her exertions.
I watched her recover for a moment, caught in the mesmerizing heave of her chest as it relit the forges in her fiery eyes.
Then I knelt with her, cupping her cheek.
She leaned heavily into my hand, grinning and blinking slowly at me. Each one a silent signal beacon. I love you. I love you. I love you.
I caressed my thumb over her face, pulling stray hairs back into place and wiping drool and cum from her chin. Before kissing her over and over, feather soft on her lips. I love you, I love you, I love you.
I realized with a start that I could feel each pulse of love land on her, through our bond. It was growing, with each day. Deepening the clarity of our understanding of one another. Revealing sharper, clearer what the other was feeling.
I felt a surge of excitement about what it would become for us in the future.
Then she ran her hands over the lush valley of her chest, gathering my offering and held it out, like a sacred treasure.
“Ready?” She asked.
I nodded.
Lucy's game had been an EXTREMELY welcome delay. Now!
A thrill of nerves shot through me, and Lucy sent me warm waves of steady confidence through our bond.
Time to call my second familiar.