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Interlude 4 - An Enlightening Massage (NSFW)
🕑 Added 2024-06-20 23:57:15 +0000 UTCPre-A/N:
(This chapter is NSFW, and I know some of you don't like reading NSFW chapters, so skip to the end for the post-coitus conversation if you don't want to read spiciness! <3)
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“Sooo…” Cassie sniffed, awkwardly glancing up from her phone - her shield against the very real tension she could feel in the bedroom - and peeking at Sherrel. “You, um… you’re very pretty.”
Immediately, she cringed. ‘Stupid. Frickin’ stupid!’
“Heh! … Thanks, kitkat. You’re not too bad lookin’ yourself.”
Sherrel was lying on the other side of the king-sized bed, freshly bathed, plucked, and spritzed with a perfume that smelled way too good at that moment. How she managed to go from blood-specked badass mechanic, stained with oil and grease, to the magazine worthy blonde-haired beauty she was now remained a mystery that Cassie doubted she’d find the answer to anytime soon, but copious amounts of soap, water, shampoo, and conditioner probably had a lot to do with it.
The woman wasn’t wearing much - and honestly, that was one of the biggest reasons why Cassie felt so fucking nervous… outside of the fact that she was just so freakin’ pretty and Jason hinted that they would maybe kiss her very soon and she’d never even kissed a boy before Jason so kissing Jason and this super fit, super big booba’d woman at the same time was really fucking scary but also really fucking hot and-
“You, uh… you alright, Cass?” Sherrel’s low, throaty voice - the same voice that sent shivers of lesbian fangirlism down the nerdy hacker’s spine - interrupted her spiralling thoughts, and Cassie jolted, nearly dropping her phone into her lap. “I’m not makin’ ya uncomfortable or anything, right? You’re blushin’ up a storm, girly, and I know it ain’t hot in here so-”
“Yes!” Cassie squeaked, smacking her warm cheeks with her hands. “I mean, no! You’re not- I’m fine, I’m just not used to… to…”
“What?” Sherrel rolled over onto her side, the contours of her fit arm muscles flexing as she twirled a damp lock of soft blonde hair around a finger. “Another woman bein’ in your bed?”
… Was she teasing?
…
She was definitely teasing. Definitely. Which was fucking annoying, because wasn’t Cassie and Jason supposed to be the ones seducing her into their bed tonight?!
‘I have to rebuttal!’
“N-no!” Cassie pouted, bundling her fists into the hems of Jaso- no, her oversized shirt and tilting her chin up stubbornly. “Jay and I, we, like, have so many girls over all the time. You don’t even frickin’ know, dude. That guy fucks. The chicks that come over usually just, um, don’t have h-honkers as big as yours.”
Jason hated her ‘fuckgirl’ voice, but Cassie knew that it was an effective tool to sound like the super coolsex expert she wished she was. Even Sherrel seemed impressed by her lies- er, half-truths!
“Honkers?” Sherrel grinned, her eyebrows raising into her hairline.
Shit, okay, maybe not impressed. Just incredulous?
“Honkers,” Cassie confirmed imperiously, a flare of confidence warming her stomach at Sherrel’s nonchalant attitude. Crawling forward over the velvety smooth surface of the bed’s plush black comforter, she came to a halt a couple feet away from the lounging mechanic, reaching forward and pointing directly at the twin globules of large, milky, plump titty flesh nearly falling out of Sherrel’s gray sports bra.
A long-suffering gAimace took over her face, and Cassie waggled her finger. “I don’t know what sort of vitamin gummies you ate as a kid to get booba like that, but I frickin’ wish I would’ve known about ‘em!”
Casually, as if palming a fucking grapefruit, Sherrel grabbed her own massive breast and gave it a firm squeeze, the flesh dimpling beneath and between her long fingers as she did so.
Cassie froze.
“Lotsa dairy. Milk, cheese, yogurt,” she listed easily, that supermodel grin not budging off of her ridiculously soft-looking lips. “Exercise helps too, cupcake. And massages. Can’t make a mountain out of an ant hill if you ain’t tryna put the work in.”
“Yeah, well,” Cassie swallowed, licking her suddenly dry lips. God, she was so fucking gay. “J-Jay works out enough for the both of us. And he’s, like, a super Trump! He can just make my boobs bigger with friggin’, uh, titty magic or something.”
“Uh-huh.”
Sherrel shifted slightly, one long, bare leg sliding out from between the sheets and splaying out across the mattress. Cassie hadn’t really clocked just how tall and statuesque Sherrel was, considering the woman was usually either sitting in the driver’s seat of her truck of lying beneath it, but as her eyes flickered away from titties and caught a glimpse of Sherrel’s nigh naked lower body…
Cassie, with another lick of her lips, came to the realization that Sherrel, indeed, was pretty fucking tall.
‘Uh-oh.’
“Kitkat,” Sherrel purred in her sexy Southern drawl, pulling Cassie out of her dazed observation.
“Huh.”
“Mister Boss Man’s been really… stressed out recently, right? Probably the reason why he’s takin’ such a long, thorough shower.” She stopped groping her own breast, thank God, and pushed herself up on her elbows. There was a certain glint in her bright green eyes as she smiled, and Cassie didn’t know how to feel about it.
Sometimes she felt like she was failing way too many Insight checks.
“Yeah…” Cassie hesitantly nodded, her eyes flickering down as she thought about just how much shit her boyfriend had to go through over the past week. It sobered her up slightly, the heat in her face receding as she twiddled her thumbs. “I wish I could help more. Like, I know that we took down Purity and those hooded jerkwads, but…”
A soft, womanly hand covered her fidgeting fingers, and Cassie looked up.
Sherrel smiled, the expression practically oozing an almost motherly warmth. The heat that came with it was of a different breed, though, and for some reason, it made her stomach do little twists. There was definitely something naughty about it.
“Well, speakin’ of massages… and milk,” she began, patting Cassie’s hand.
She blinked. “We weren’t speaking of-”
“How about,” the mechanic mulishly continued, pushing herself fully up into a sitting position. “We treat the boss to one? I saw all the oils and creams you have on your dresser - sweet almond and scented grapeseed, eh? Wonder what else you use ‘em for.”
Cassie jolted back, a scandalized gasp leaving her mouth. “First off… I don’t think I like what you are insinuating, woman.”
“What’s that, kitty? That you two use lubrication to fuck like rabbits? Or that you use all your little oils to take care of yourself when daddy’s not home?”
“Yes, actually,” she shot back, her neck and ears warming with embarrassment. “T-those were for before I met Jay. He, um… secretes more than enough, uh, o-oil. And it tastes a lot better.”
There was a beat and a pause of silence, where Sherrel, for the first time since she entered the bedroom, looked genuinely flustered by what she heard. She didn’t outright blush scarlet like a- well, like Cassie, but there was a definite tinge of red to her cheeks as she swallowed whatever rebuttal she was originally going to say. “... That right?”
“Yep,” Cassie nodded resolutely, forcing herself past the embarrassment. “I wouldn’t lie about something like that.”
“I know you wouldn’t…” There was a wistfulness in the way that Sherrel looked over to the bathroom door, her lips parted slightly and a considering furrow to her brow. Before Cassie could say anything, ask her about what she was thinking, the woman slid out of the bed and leaped to her feet.
“Wh-”
“So whaddya say, Cassie?” Sherrel placed her hands on her thick, shapely hips, standing tall and proud in only a gray sports bra and lacy white panties. “I doubt we have a lotta time. You’ll needa get the oils sorted, and I’ll go and grab a table. Maybe some candles. Make it all fancy!”
The excitement was palpable, and Cassie found herself getting into it. Regardless of anything, a night spent servicing her man and making him forget about the trials and tribulations he’d gone through over the past several nights was a night well-spent in her mind.
Leaping to her feet on the bed and giving Sherrel a thumbs-up, Cassie smirked. “O-okay! We’ll give him the best friggin’ massage ever, mark my words!”
“That’s the spirit!” Sherrel crowed, punching her fist into her palm. “I’ll grab my circular saw and cut a hole in the table!”
…
“W-wait, a hole? For wha-”
“Get the oils! I’ll be back!”
As Sherrel made for the door, a purposeful energy to her steps, Cassie stared blankly at her back. “... A hole? Sherrel, what- do you mean in, like, those videos?!”
The door slammed behind her, and Cassie gawked.
“Sherrel?!”
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A Few Minutes Earlier…
“And I think it's gonna be a long, long time…”
Steam overtook my vision, the sound of the scalding hot shower doing its absolute best to drown out the surprisingly dulcet, velvety tones of my singing voice. Even with my sight clouded, I still possessed a decent amount of spatial awareness, and the Aethyr purred beneath my will, a lemonberry shampoo bottle squeezing dollops of sweet-smelling liquid into my hair while a soap-lathered loofah scrubbed up and down the contours of my back.
“'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find…”
I was getting better at this whole ‘magical telekinesis’ thing. Before, it had primarily been a rough bastardization of my natural talent for the Winds of Magic - or, more specifically, the manipulation of the raw, unattuned Aethyr that powered the Winds. However, with time and repetition and Grimoire-backed hax, my grasp on that roughshod technique grew and developed until it honestly felt like second nature to move, grasp, and push things with my magic.
At the very least, it made multitasking a fucking cinch.
“I'm not the man they think I am at home- oh no, no, no…”
The last of the suds and shampoo washed out easily from the constant spray of hot water, and I spread my arms and allowed my skin to simply breath through the refreshing sensation. Not for the first time this evening - or morning, rather, I allowed myself to feel the almost dizzying relief of being free of responsibility.
At least, for tonight.
Without me even realizing it, the past couple weeks had turned into a blur of fighting, death, and tough fucking decisions as I worked to cleanse Brockton Bay of some of its most malignant tumors, and now that I’d cut the heads off the snakes and gotten a moment of respite…
It felt fucking surreal.
“I’m a rocket man… Rocket Man! Burnin’ out his fuse up here alone~.”
I pushed open the door to the shower, allowing the steam to billow out into the bathroom proper. The fluffy pink towel hanging up on the rack above the toilet floated up and over to me, and I grabbed it on my way to the sink, throwing it over my shoulder with a casual familiarity built from days of repetition. It was a silly thing - night after night, out of sheer reflex, I grabbed a towel to dry off, only to-
Crack.
HISS.
Make it obsolete with a snap of my fingers. Aqshy - you had to love it.
“And I think it’s gonna be a long, long time…” I murmured the last of the lyrics beneath my breath, the melodic baritone fading away into silence as I stared into the foggy mirror. A quick rub from my useless pink towel forced the blurry figure staring back at me to slowly sharpen into crystal clear clarity, revealing itself to be…
Me. Obviously.
So much different than the man I was a month ago.
My eyes - my mismatched, silver and black eyes - traced the visage of Jason Black with a slow, critical glare. The chiseled jawline, smooth, velvety brown skin, and the broad shoulders that compacted itself down into a musculature that wouldn’t be out of place on Greek sculptures… it was still uncanny to me, as someone who’d only just been a relatively fit black guy living check to check in New York. I’d already gotten over the vast majority of the dysmorphia that Superior Being gave me when it turned me into an adonis, but whenever I took a shower and saw just how different I was now… it still gave me pause.
Especially now, with the branch-like tattoos crawling its way up the side of my body and face. I was well and truly stepping into freak category. With Immutable Form, it would be ridiculously easy to restrict and hide away the things that felt too unusual or out of place… but honestly, what was the point?
“I am who I am,” I grinned at the mirror, and Jason Black grinned back. “The fuck am I hiding for?”
Only pussies hid themselves away, and I was feeling like the polar fucking opposite of a pussy tonight.
My ears warmed as I mentally pulled forth the mutation I’d hidden behind lock and key inside of Immutable Form’s infinite library of physical alterations. The transformation was painless and quick - one moment I had the ears of a normal human man, and the next, they were as pointed as an elf’s. Warily, I slid the pads of my fingers over the newly added skin, pinching the extra cartilage and gently pulling at the lobes, but…
It felt completely normal. Mundane, some would say. If it wasn’t for the negligible addition of weight on the sides of my head, I wouldn’t have been able to notice any difference.
“High Elf, huh? Not bad, Jason Black.”
I wasn’t mad at the look. Hot elven bad boy sorcerer was an aesthetic I could get behind.
Twisting on the heels of my feet and shifting from butt ass nakedness into a snug pair of black boxer briefs and a bargain bin Aerosmith tank top, I made my way to the bathroom door on silent footsteps, my feet pressing against the air an inch or two above the tiled floor. The door handle dipped down at a casual gesture from my right hand, and I allowed the force of my magic - the ambient Aethyr, to push the door open-
As soon as it did, I stepped into… not my bedroom?
No, correction - it was my bedroom, only the entire layout had changed. The oversized bed was pushed back into the corner alongside the ottoman, and the rectangular black dining table was placed in the middle of the room, a thick layer of what seemed to be leftover sheets attached to the surface as cushioning, draping over the sides and brushing against the floor.
The lights were off, leaving the room only slightly illuminated by strategically placed candles, one of which rested on a silver tray of oils and lotions that rested on the nightstand beside what I was assuming to be some sort of DIY massage table.
At the back of my mind, Hidden Intuition attempted to speak up, but I immediately dialed it straight down to zero. Whatever the fuck was happening here, I did not want my magical powers to ruin it.
Surprise was the spice of life, after all.
“Huānyíng, zhǔrén, lái dào wǒ de ànmó yuàn.”
I’d heard her sneaking up on me from behind the door the entire time, but the sudden onrush of Chinese was definitely not something I was prepared for. Cassie had a tendency of slipping back into her mother tongue subconsciously, especially when fucking up English, but hearing the damn near flawlessness, accent and all, come out of nowhere was jarring.
“... Gonna keep it tight with ya, babe,” I smirked, watching as the petite cutie ducked around me and preened upwards with a beautific smile. “No fuckin’ clue what you just said.”
“We’ll work on it, buster. We have-...” Cassie paused, her eyes widening as they drifted up and stared at my new ears. “Wait. Wait. Holy… are you an elf? I-I have a frickin’ elf boyfriend?!”
I caught her by the wrists as she lunged forward to grab onto my ears with both hands.
“Relaaax. I… guess I kinda am, now? We’ll have Amy check to make sure, but that can wait for later. What’s up with all this?”
“Hmph. Fine,” she huffed, pulling her hands back and gripping me by the waistband of my underwear. Walking backwards, the hacker tugged me towards the center of the room. “Welcome to La Cassie, uh- De Massage Parlor! We figured you could use some R&R, so Sherrel went ahead and made this nifty massage table out of… well, our dining table, and-”
“You’re gonna give me a massage?” I raised an eyebrow, going with the flow. What hot-blooded man refused to be taken care of by his ridiculously pretty girlfriend?
“Yes! B-but you’ll have to, um,” Cassie stumbled slightly as she finally reached the massage table, nearly falling back on top of it. “Take your underwear off, lay on your stomach, a-and ignore the hole cut into the bottom of the table. Please. S-Sherrel, uh, screwed up… her… tinkering?”
Her eyes lowered from my face - and my ears - a sheen of crimson turning her cheeks crimson as she waited for my response.
… I didn’t need magical powers to see where this was going.
‘They made a fuckin’ milking table?’
I played it stupid, however, recognizing the embarrassment and shyness for what it was - Cassie being completely and utterly new to scenarios like this. There was genuinely no way she didn’t know what all of this meant, and it was probably taking a lot of confidence and balls for her to play the role of ‘innocent courtesan’.
In a perverted way, I was proud of her.
“... Sounds good. I have been feeling pretty tense lately” I smirked, hooking my thumbs into the corner of my briefs. “You wanna turn around, or…”
“N-no, it’s fine! I-it’s not anything I haven’t seen already,” Cassie swallowed, her gaze turning heavy and lidded as she blatantly stared at the large bulge quickly coming to life in my briefs. Her ass pressed against the side of the massage table, her hands gripping the hem of her shirt tightly as she watched with bated breath.
I tilted my head. “Suit yourself.”
Was it narcissistic of me to gain such a large surge of excitement and satisfaction from watching the way my girlfriend practically drooled, waiting for me to reveal myself to her? I made sure to strip slowly, my cock going from semi to fully hard within the same breath as me agreeing to her request. The fabric was snug against my flesh, almost a second skin with the way it clung to me, and Cassie’s mouth dropped open in subconscious, primal need as the thick, pulsating shaft fell free of tight confines.
“I-I-It’s been… a while,” she breathed, almost defensively, bunching up her shirt between her thighs. Like always, I pretended not to notice the way her hips quivered and ground into her hands. “I missed it…”
“It’s been two days, baby girl.” I corrected gently, pulling my underwear fully off and tossing it over my shoulders.
“Hnn! I- I don’t care, lay down!”
Before I could say or do anything, Cassie sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, wrenched her eyes away from my dick, and pushed herself off of the massage table. There was a stifled, humiliated moan that bubbled from between her lips, one that she clearly didn’t want me to hear, and I caught a glimpse of a pearly, shiny stickiness gleaming against the back of her thighs before it disappeared around the side of the nightstand.
My eyes shot towards the massage table, and sure enough, right in the spot where she’d just been leaning…
“Heh.”
“What was that?” Cassie’s flushed face looked up from where she was fiddling with bottles of oil, her dark eyes narrowing suspiciously at me, and I waved her off.
“Nothing, nothing.”
Either she wasn’t wearing panties, or she was a lot more horny than I thought she was.
Shaking my head, I did as I was requested and made myself comfortable on the massage table. The sheeted padding was pleasant and plush, all things considered, and they’d even made a facsimile of those U-shaped cushions that you’d normally rest your face against. I did so, breathing out through my nose, even as my hips lowered and I felt the curious sensation of my swollen, fully engorged cock slide into the hole at the bottom of the table.
It was a snug fit, but-
“N-ngh!”
My entire lower body jerked, a bolt of hot, electrifying pleasure shooting through my veins as a warm, wet, sticky hand wrapped itself around the bottom of my shaft, right at the base. The grip was firm and confident, and tight, almost to the point of discomfort, and it… definitely didn’t belong to my delicate and tiny little girlfriend.
A deep, sensual chuckle, breathy and excited, drifted from somewhere beneath me, and I felt my dick twitch with desire.
‘Looks like I found Sherrel…’
“E-everything okay, baby?”
I tilted my head to the side, watching with lidded eyes as Cassie wandered closer to me. I knew that she knew - they had come up with the plan together, after all, and the way she glanced down at the draping sheets before shooting her eyes back up to me… Cassie was horrible at keeping secrets. But she was playing dumb about it, and judging by the smoldering way she was staring…
Cassie is horny. Cassie is horny. Cassie is horny.
Listen, you fucking-
Cassie is horny because the thought of a sexy woman pleasuring you is ridiculously hot to her.
Right. What a perverted little voyeur.
“I’m fine,” I eased out, giving her a little smile. If she wanted to turn my threesome plan into an episode of Brazzers, who the fuck was I to decline? “Just a bit more sore than I thought I was, y’know? You ready to begin?”
“Ooh. Yes, I am! I got, um, aloe vera oil to start with. It should help with any joint aches…”
As my girlfriend walked over to the side of the table to get started with the massage, moving fully into my blind spot, I felt the hand - Sherrel’s hand - slowly, almost curiously, stroking down the length of my cock. Her movements were decisive and strong, absolutely no hesitation in spite of the torturously slow pace, and-
SHLICK.
Whatever sticky liquid she was using as lubrication, it was not quiet.
I barely muffled a groan into the cushion.
“We’ll be starting on your l-lower back. Okay? It, um, it may feel odd.”
Cassie’s voice was breathy and shaky and thick with so many heated feelings that I couldn’t even begin to sus out. There was the sound of fabric stretching, and then that same fabric being discarded, before the massage table shook and I felt warm, naked skin pressing against my thighs and ass. A whimpering sound came from behind me, a noise almost akin to a needy whine, and I felt something hot, fleshy, and wet press against the small of my back.
“M-mmh! Fu- fuuuck…”
Oil dribbled over my shoulder blades, dripping over the side of my body and down the long curve of my spine, and Cassie’s quiet, sweet-sounding moans hitched and caught in her throat. The weight against my lower back shifted, knees pressing against the sides of my abs, and that heat ground itself against me and the oil, slippery and wet.
“Y-yes! Mmm, s-shit. U-um, you’re, fuck, very… mmm- tense!” Cassie whimpered, her hand falling across the broad width of my back as she slid her warm, naked up and down my oil-slicked skin. She barely even tried to hide it, her pink-speckled nails marking lines against my flesh as she pleasured herself with my body. “G-guh- fuckkk, Jason…-”
I started to open my mouth to say something, maybe tease her for her wanton horniness, but Sherrel had other plans. There was a husky groan from beneath the table, and her hand - barely large enough to grip the majority of my girth - was joined by another one. She double-fisted my turgid shaft, both hands jerking up and down with that same cocky, skillful motion, and whatever words I’d planned to say was overtaken by a low, shuddering moan.
“C’mon, stud… paint momma white. Give your lil’ wrench slut a big ol’ helpin’ of cum!” The voice was muffled and quiet, nearly unhearable, but my senses were more than that of a human’s at this point - I could hear her voice, hoarse and almost aggressive with desire, as her hands began to jerk me off even faster. There was nothing gentle or soft about the way that she treated my cock - it went from slow, strong strokes to an almost frenzied pace that had only one goal - to make me cum.
And I was fucking losing the battle. Badly.
“Y-you’re tensing uppp, Jason! God, you’re- you’re going to cum… pleaseee cum. I- I’m going to cum too! Please, please, please cum with meee!” Cassie moaned, practically begging as she humped and ground herself against my body.
Her hands slipped against my upper back, gripping my shoulders, and I jolted at the sensation of her hot, naked stomach and palm-sized breasts falling against my oily skin. Her lips were near the back of my head, her breath hot against the tips of my ears, and the loud, fleshy smack of her pussy mashing against me joined the sticky shlick of Sherrel’s vigorous milking of my shaft.
All of my senses were dialed up to ten, and for the first time in a long while, I was overwhelmed. Pleasure, arousal, raw and unadulterated lust - it was almost too much for me, and I knew that it wouldn’t be long until I reached my peak. “Fuckkk. Fuck!”
“There ya go, you big dicked bastard. C’mon now, let it out! All over momma’s big titties. Fuck-” I felt warm, moist breath at the flared head of my cock, and my lower body jerked. “Hehe. Right in here, baby. Your dirty whore’s hot, tight hole. Ahhhh-”
Hot, sticky wetness devoured the tip of my dick like a vice, and I groaned, pressing my forehead against the cushion as a long, flickering tongue slid across the spongy surface of my cockhead and lapped directly at the slit. Sherrel moaned, sending torturous vibrations through my entire lower body as she licked at my pre-cum directly from the source, the rough feeling of her wet muscle abusing one of my most sensitive spots sending black dots blasting through my sight.
One of her hands stopped jerking me off, trailing down my shaft and wrapping itself around my churning balls.
Gently, firmly, she squeezed.
“MMMMM!”
“J-Jayyyy, pleaseee. I’m- I’m about to cum. Oh my god, I’m- I’m-”
My body shuddered. My mind blanked. In my brain, I saw oceans and waterfalls, stars and comets…
And, with a growl that reverberated through the entire room, I stopped fighting against the inevitable, and came.
Violently.
…
Thirty minutes later…
…
I’d like to say that we ended up fucking the rest of the morning away, doing like bunnies do and breeding nonstop, but the truth of the matter was that… we were all fucking exhausted.
Like, seriously exhausted.
After the initial ‘massage’, we ended up retiring to the bed - not bothering putting everything back to where it was supposed to be - and doing a bit of ‘post-coital aftercare’.
That is, Cassie lied down like the sleepy pillow princess she was, her head resting on Sherrel’s thighs, and waved her big, jiggly ass until I, quite literally, fucked her into unconsciousness. It didn’t take much, since we were all so tired - a few more orgasms later, she was clonked out and drooling on Sherrel’s abs, her abused pussy still oozing copious amounts of pearly white cum.
I’d just got done cleaning her, and myself, up when Sherrel - who’d been uncharacteristically quiet over the past half hour - hesitantly spoke up.
“Hey, uh- Boss?”
I paused mid-pulling up my underwear, and gave the stunning woman a small, lopsided smirk. “Unless it’s a kink thing, there’s no need to call me ‘boss’ in private like this. It’s hot, but…”
“Right,” she chuckled, a genuine smile forming on her lips before the placidity made itself known again. “Then, Jason… Fuckin’ hell, I don’t know how to say this…”
“If you wanna go another round, I can literally-”
Sherrel’s head snapped up form where she’d been stroking her fingers through a snoring Cassie’s hair, “No, that ain’t- I’d fuckin’ pass out, Jay, and I ain’t as much of a masochist as kitkat here. Plus I already frigged my poor lil’ clit raw watching you bulldoze her into the mattress.”
“Then what’s up?” I turned my attention fully towards the woman, hovering over to the bed and sitting down on the edge. I could practically feel her anxiety, and not even in a magical way, but simply in the way that her hands couldn’t sit still, and her eyes roamed everywhere but my own. “You can talk to me about anything. You know that, right?”
That got a small snort out of her. “It’s only been, what, a week? Two weeks since I’ve met you and kitty here, and… I care ‘bout you two. A lot. Not just for… this, even though I’m really happy ya finally manned up and-”
“Yeah, yeah…”
“Heh…” She grinned bitterly, shaking her head. “I don’t wanna be one of those girls who’re like ‘so what are we’ after the fact. I ain’t stupid. I know what we are. I know I’m not cut out to be ya girlfriend. But…”
I remained silent, doing nothing but reaching across the comforter and lightly gripping Sherrel’s hand with mine. She flinched at the warm contact, her face darting up to search for something in my eyes, but there was nothing for me to really hide. This wasn’t the first conversation I’d had after sex with a beautiful woman, and honestly, I doubted that it would be the last. The only difference here was that I actually cared about Sherrel, as both a friend and a confidant, and I didn’t want to hurt her.
Even still, though… only she could find the answer she was looking for.
“Would it be desperate of me,” she continued slowly, carefully, after a moment of quiet, “To say that I wanna continue… this? Whatever this is. I like feelin’ good, and makin’ the people I like feel good, and after Skidsy-... after Skidmark, I don’t know if I’ll ever find a man that don’t make me feel fuckin’ gross and disgustin’.”
“I-”
“Outside of you.”
My mouth clicked shut.
Sherrel continued, her voice growing stronger now that she got the initial seed out of the way. “I’m fine not bein’ wifey material. Don’t think I can do all that romantic shit all the time, anyhow. But I like you, I like kitkat, and I ain’t needy. I can be your wrench wench up ‘till the cows come home, loyal and happy to suck the soul outta ya dick whenever ya need me. Or to just bury any evil sonuvabitch that moseys in on our turf.” She paused, taking a breath.
“Fuck, I’m ramblin’ now. I guess what I’m askin’, is if I can just… I don’t fuckin’ know, be your side-”
“Side-chick sounds so fucking demeaning,” I interrupted, a frown on my lips. “... But I know what you mean. You sure that’s what you want, though? I fuck with you. Heavy. But I’m not gonna force you to-”
Sherrel’s hand - the one gripped in my own - spasmed, and I paused. “Fuckin’ dumbass. I almost smacked ya.”
“... Huh?”
“You ain’t forcin’ me to do shit,” she scowled, glaring at me now. “And it’s not even that crazy of a thing! They did it all the time back in the olden days. Mistresses and concubines. I stay loyal to you, help keep Invictus runnin’ smooth like a Volvo, and warm ya bed when you’ll have me… and, in exchange, you give me a place to stay, make sure I have tools to tinker with, and…”
A light shone in her eyes, a broad grin forming on her face, and I smirked.
“Yeah?”
“Throw me in a matin’ press every once and a while! Bam!” She clapped her hands together with finality, only to wince as Cassie shifted and turned in her sleep.
“That it?” I tilted my head to the side, tapping my chin with the tip of my index finger. “Sounds like a lotta work, Sherr.”
“What? How?! I’m just throwin’ pussy at ya and askin’ to be fed! I won’t intrude on-”
I raised both hands placatingly, my smirk growing into a full blown grin. “Kidding. Obviously I’ll have to talk to Cass about it, but judging by her… horniness tonight, I doubt it’d be a problem.”
Sherrel huffed, crossing her arms beneath her large, deliciously naked breasts. “And?”
I arched an eyebrow. “And what?”
“How do you feel, Jay?”
It was a fair question. I was a pretty nonchalant guy, and I knew that, unless I made it clear or kicked someone’s teeth in, it was pretty hard to gauge, exactly, how I felt about a situation. ‘Twas the curse of being so fucking hip.
But, honestly, with this…
Where was the fucking downside?
“I’m happy you asked,” I replied, my voice dipping into a lower, more husky drawl. “‘Cause, like I tell everyone who asks me that question… I can show ya better than I can tell ya.”
Her eyes dipped downwards, before widening.
“You fuckin’ horny little elf-”
In a blur of superhuman speed, I plucked my new ‘mistress’ from beneath my slumbering girlfriend, wrapping her in my arms and stealing her away into the bathroom for a ‘brief’ 5 AM shower.
Of course, we ended up getting dirty a few more times and had to redo it, but…
Who was keeping count?
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A/N:
So, let's take care of some of the questions I think will be the most common:
1.) Will Sherrel be joining the polycule?
- Nope! So, she made a pretty clear statement relating to that at the end of the chapter. She doesn't expect to be wined and dined, owed attention, or basically given any of the same things a 'girlfriend' is given. She's fine with being a, to use an olden term, 'mistress'. As in, she will be loyal to Jason and his girls, pleasure him and them(if asked) sexually, and basically be a ride or die, in exchange for him making sure she is taken care of in every way. She doesn't consider herself able to really be in an actual romantic relationship after her stint with the Merchants and the shit she was forced to do and indulge in, but she is happy with Cass and Jason, and want to continue to be in their life, even if it's not as a central piece.
2.) What about Amy?!
- What do you mean? So, Amy's argument with her family is something that isn't just frozen while this shit goes on. She's still dealing with it. She only sent the groupchat a text to keep her up to date, but it was a pretty brief text. We'll be seeing more of the aftereffects of that stuff once Amy gets time to handle what happened and sleep.
3.) What's happening next?
- Next chapter, 51, will be Jason taking the white girl club to the PRT, meeting someone special, and then working to clear out the Boat Graveyard and teach Cassie about magic! Rolls will also resume next chapter.
Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed this NSFW chapter! I was working on it the past few days and wanted it to be more than just fucking, so we got to see Jason come to terms with his changes, get to be the MC in a fucking porn shoot, and develop his relationship with Sherrel a little bit more.
I'll see you guys next time for Chapter 51! Peace~!
Comments
Risser
That was hot and it was really well out together... as for me I can tell you for sure I enjoy the NSFW portions. As for Sherrel it's understandable that she'd be feeling trepidation about joining in a relationship after all the stuff she had to do. I did notice she seemed real put together considering all the aphrodisiac she basically drank under the table. Is that still a thing or can he turn it off now?
fireball77
That was really hot
Wasted Ink
Sherrel’s tall for a woman, like 5’10”
fireball77
Is Sherrel actually tall or is Cassie 5'2" on a tall day?
fireball77
Thanks for the chapter!
