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Chapter 24
🕑 Added 2024-02-15 23:34:23 +0000 UTCAn hour later, 3:30 AM.
A steaming hot shower after a long, stinky day of kicking ass, dealing with panic attacks, rizzing up baddies, and being an overall mid boyfriend was almost purifying in its relief. The weight of my reality still sat heavily on my shoulders, forever threatening to pin me down and lock me back into the gray cloud of depression and anxiety that had consumed my early years, but I knew that there was no way I was going to let it win. There were a lot of things that could go wrong in the coming days, and I was usually the type to avoid responsibility in order to not deal with those kinds of possibilities, but here I was - planning to become a leader of a ragtag group of heroes and villains, for what?
To prove that I can do it? To not be a bitch? To kill racists fuckwads and slow the end of the goddamned multiverse?
What ever happened to just learning magic, avoiding love, and dipping out at the first sign of a dimension-traveling spell? What happened to that Jason Black?
‘That’s right,’ I chuckled inwardly, lathering another layer of soap across my chiseled chest. ‘The whole ‘avoiding love’ thing fell through. Fuck.’
I had been the type of guy to laugh at dumbasses who claimed to fall in love at first sight. Loving was hard for me. Those feelings of butterflies in the tummy, the rapid beating of your heart slamming against your ribcage, the googly eyes and secret smiles? I had been robbed of the full effect of those things at birth - autism and alexithymia went together like turkey and gravy, after all. Emotions and empathy had always been something I struggled with, ever since I was a kid in middle school getting bullied for having dead, emotionless eyes. High School was no better, except girls started to think the ‘wolf stare’ was hot and I learned how to leverage it into a smolder.
College became cake once I found out that I had a taste for pussy and pleasure, and that void in my heart became easier to manage with those fleeting relationships giving me a taste of what actual love could feel like.
It wasn’t all horrible, of course. I had good friends. I’d dated women that I felt I had actually loved, even if that love was weak or brittle. I had broken many hearts, had my heart broken once or twice, but at the end of the day I had loved myself far more than I had loved anyone else outside of my immediate family. I was Jason Black. I was a cold-hearted, narcissistic, whoremongering asshole… but I was unapologetically me, and that had been enough.
And now, I was in love again. No, not again… this was something new and different. She made me feel things that were new and different, and it lowkey scared the shit outta me. It scared me because I knew who I was, and who I was made it hard to love someone who brought so much light into my life. It was easy to break hearts when my heart barely even beat for them. It was easy to move onto the next fling, the next sexy, dangerous woman that made my cock hard. It was easy back then.
‘So what the hell do I do now?’ I couldn’t end things. Now that my heart was beating, pumping full and hot and healthy with blood and feelings and what I was quickly realizing was love, I refused to let that bond go. But was that worth the risk of breaking her heart due to my own blasé, hedonistic nature? God, that was how I knew I was deep in my head - I started using stupid ass words like some kinda poet-
“You’re thinking too hard, Jay…”
My skin tingled.
I’d recognize the feeling of Cassie’s energy anywhere. It filled me up, consumed my very soul, made that annoying thing in my chest beat faster than it ever had outside of sex and League matches. Whether it was my own sensitivity to the Aethyr growing, familiarizing me with the unique blend of Winds that constantly hovered around her body, or something deeper and more esoteric, I did not know.
All I knew was that she was here with me, beneath the spray of water, and I could feel the soft, wet touch of her small, supple breasts pressing against my back.
No one could make me as hard as her mere touch made me.
“... What are you thinking about?”
Her voice was quiet, almost inaudible beneath the din of water crashing into the marble tub, but I heard her all the same. Hidden Intuition whispered its shadowy words in my ear, filling my head with the buzz of emotional insights.
Cassie is worried. Cassie is scared. Cassie is nervous.
My brow furrowed, and I allowed my magically-charged brain to race to conclusions.
Cassie is worried that you are getting bored of her. Cassie is scared that you are turned off by her body. Cassie is nervous about talking to you about Sherrel’s comment.
“If-... if you wanna be left alone, I can go-”
My right hand, which had been snaking backwards ever since she’d started talking, made itself known by gripping a large, heavy handful of pale, soft ass. Cassie’s shocked squeaked was cut off by me turning around beneath the showerhead, gripping the back of her slim neck with my left hand as I leaned down and pressed my full, wet lips against her smaller ones. She shivered beneath my grasp, though whether it was from the sudden spray of water or the sensation of my hard, throbbing shaft pressing flush against her smooth stomach I did not know.
All I knew was that I did not ever want her doubting herself again if I could help it. And I would.
“Mmmff…” She moaned hotly into my mouth, eyelids fluttering and hands sliding up my shoulders to tangle itself in my wet locs.
There were a lot of things I wanted to do. I wanted to deepen the kiss into a passionate makeout session, grabbing her by her plump ass and holding her in my arms. I wanted to grip her by the hair, force her head back, and make her cum against my knee as I spat in her mouth and treated her like the slutty little bitch I knew she wanted to be for me. I wanted to, I wanted to…
I wanted to tell her how I feel. How scared I was about fucking everything up with her because of my vices. How I’d fallen for her…
Her lips broke the lock first, and I lazily opened my eyes to the sight of her panting softly, eyes shut tight and face flushed down to the neck. “J-Jay, pl-please…”
A bolt of pleasure shot through my hips, and I glanced downwards. Her hand, so small and delicate with its black and pink fingernail polish, softly gripped the swollen head of my cock. It pulsated against her palm, pushing her hand upwards, and she let out a sound between a gasp and a hiccup. Her thighs pressed together tightly.
“I don’t want you to go,” I murmured quietly, leaning in to rest my forehead against her shoulder. My hips pressed forward with the movement, and her little hand twitched down to grip my shaft. It could only fit halfway around its girth. “It’s the opposite, actually. Baby, I really fuckin’ need you…”
My lips pressed against the nape of her neck, sucking against the soft, unblemished flesh, and a wordless cry escaped her throat. I tightened my hold on her ass, keeping her steady against me as her legs and knees quivered.
Sherrel had been right - Cassie was untainted, pure, and wholly innocent to the ways of the world. The ways of sex. Ever since our first night together, I hadn’t pushed for her to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with herself. We’d had sex almost every night after that, outside of when I was out too late and she fell asleep, but things usually stayed relatively tame. The kinkiness of our first night was still unmatched, and I hadn’t broached the subject because it genuinely didn’t bother me. I was patient. I could wait. I doubted my cock would fit in her throat, anyway.
“I-I need you too. You’ve made my life so much better. So-, hnng, so much more f-full.” Her voice came out in stuttering breaths, and her grip against my shaft slackened in the wake of her pleasure. That didn’t dissuade me- if anything, it egged me onwards. I wanted to talk, I wanted to bare my heart and force her to bare hers, but it was impossible to resist the tantalizing, bottom-heavy canvas she was already offering.
“Then why,” I whispered, sliding my tongue up the side of her neck. Her hips violently jerked forward in an instinctive, animalistic response, and I lightly massaged her ass to cool her down. “Are you hiding how you feel?”
I was too, but not for long.
That question spooked her. I could feel it in the way that her stomach tenses, as if she was getting ready to run or turn away. I would never want to scare her, but I knew that we had to get through this - whatever this was. My grip became firmer, just enough to let her know that I was here, and almost immediately her core relaxed.
I pulled back to look down into her eyes, and she looked back. Water droplets cascaded down both of our bodies, so I wasn’t sure if the cloudiness in her eyes were tears or not.
“I-I’m not.”
A lie, and a bold-faced one at that. Cassie tried to look away, eyes searching for any place but my own, and my hand went from the back of her neck and up to her hair. I glided my hands through her short wet locks, ghosting my fingers over her scalp, and when she shuddered and pressed her head closer to my hand-
I gripped softly and pulled back, just a little.
She gasped, but there was no fear - only hot air and shuddering desire.
“You wanna know what I think it is?” I asked, low and deep.
“Mmmm…”
I leaned in closer and her soft lips quivered, almost parting in anticipation of a kiss. I leaned past her tantalizing mouth, however, getting close to the shell of her ear so that no words were lost beneath the sound of the shower. “Something Sherrel said upset you. Made you feel insecure about me. About us. What was it?”
She was tensing up again, but this time it was different. More fearful. The gentle grip that I had on her hair eased up, and I began stroking my fingers through the wet strands again. Cassie wasn’t tough, despite the energy she tried to give off to strangers. She was soft, through and through, and a stern hand couldn’t be the only method when it came to handling girls like her.
She breathed out shakingly, closing her eyes and nuzzling into my touch.
“S-Sherrel-'' Cassie paused, inhaling and exhaling to shoo away the hesitance. “Sherrel is a cool woman, I think. I like her and I want her to be in our group. She just… she just said some things that made me wonder…”
I nodded patiently, but didn’t say anything. She’d speak when she was ready.
Her lips quirked up into a cute little smile in gratitude, and with a sigh she spoke again. “She said that I was ‘damn lucky’ to have you, and if I wanna keep you I’d better be ready to fight off women ‘a lot hotter and a lot stronger than us’. And then I got to thinking… Glory Girl made a post on PHO about wanting to meet you and patrol together. Multiple times. She got an infraction for spamming.”
I snorted, amused in spite of the serious topic. Cassie pouted and flicked my nipple, which… made me stare at her dully. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she huffed, giving me a shaky smirk. “Anyways… I can’t compete with Glory Girl, Jay. I don’t want to. I had a frickin’ puppy crush on her last year for fuck’s sake. I’m clingy and super touchy and I understand all of that, but I’m not a jealous girl. I- I don’t want to be jealous.”
My amusement faded almost as quickly as it appeared, and I frowned at Cass. “You don’t have to be. Glory Girl’s not even my-”
“It’s not just her, Jay. There’s been more and more attractive girls around lately.” she cut me off, giving me a pleading look that had me snapping my mouth shut with a ‘click’. “I know you hung out with Panacea, who’s hella cute in a mousy girl-next-door way. I know Sherrel has really fucking big bazoingas that I wanna smack around l-like frickin’ tetherball, and she’s interested in you. Sabah’s a lesbian and still looks at you like you’re the best thing since sliced bread! Why not me?! She’s so friggin’ pretty, it’s not fair…”
I flinched back at Cassie’s raised voice, stuck between wanting to grin at her mood-shifting mutterings or console her for the clear and painful unsureness she was going through. She didn’t sound… upset. No, that was wrong - she sounded upset, but not at me, nor at Sherrel, Amy, Glory Girl, or Sabah. If anything, she just seemed upset at the situation. And, oddly enough, upset that Sabah didn’t find her attractive.
Which was just straight up wrong. She hadn’t seen the way the seamstress had been staring at her ass - like it was the greatest fucking treasure in the world. I didn’t mention it, though, recognizing that sometimes your girlfriend just wanted you to shut the fuck up and let her vent.
I began massaging her scalp again. My fingers wanted to tap against her skull in that annoying way they did whenever I was stressed or anxious, but I forcibly restrained the urge.
At the relaxing sensation of my fingers caressing her skull, Cassie sighed and sank into my chest, perky wet tits and against muscular wet man-tits. “... I- I just wish I knew what to do. About all of this. A week into my first real relationship and I’m crying about being replaced by more beautiful women… what a loser.”
“You’re not a loser,” I rebuked softly, causing her to peer up at me with a sniffle. A lopsided smile pulled at my lips, and the mere sight brought one to hers. “You’re my loser, and I’m yours. Put me in a ring with some nazi fuck and I’ll bite his ear off - that’s my victory lap. Love, though… this is a whole ‘nother beast.”
“Did- did you just say love?” Cassie’s wide eyes, wet with a clear liquid that I knew wasn’t water, practically glittered as she stared up at me. I could feel her heart beating in her chest, a repetitive drum snare that sang in tandem with my own, and my smile widened. Heat was pressing in on me from all corners, but I relished in it - relished in the butterflies that fluttered through my stomach. Without her, I wouldn’t feel these things.
“Yeah,” I chuckled, gently wiping an escaped tear away from her cheek. “Love, ‘cause I’m pretty fuckin’ sure I love ya. I know it’s barely been half a month, and you don’t have to say it back just to-”
Her lips quivered, untold emotions flitting across her face too fast for me to catch.
“ILOVEYOUTOOJASON!”
“Wait, you d-”
Soft, hungry lips crashed into mine, and it was only my quick reflexes and enhanced intuition that stopped us from cracking our foreheads together. I reeled back for only the briefest of seconds, overtaken by the sudden passion and ferocity in my sweet little girlfriend’s lips, but I was nothing if not up for any and all challenges. Hot, sweaty, and passionate lovemaking was one of my favorites.
I flicked the shower off with my left hand while swinging Cassie into my arms with my right. She squeaked against my mouth as her wet, naked pussy slid up the underside of my cock. I felt every single inch of it glide through her velvety, glistening folds, and judging by the choked gasp and the sensation of her tongue going limp in my mouth… she felt every inch too. Her pussy left a wet spot against my abs that I knew wasn’t from the shower.
The bathroom was connected directly to the master bedroom, so kicking the door open, walking forward, and tossing the beautiful girl back onto the bed was easy and simple.
Controlling the urge to jump on top of her and turn her into a comatose, gurgling mess was less so.
I wanted to try something a bit more new, and to do so I needed patience. Willpower. More blood flow, because all of mine was going to my lower body.
“Do I have permission to use you as much as I’d like tonight? Really ‘sanctify’ our love?” I idly asked, popping my neck to the side with a satisfying crack.
“Baaaabe…” Cassie whined pitifully, twisting and wiggling in the bed as she ‘covered’ her pussy. She wasn’t fooling anyone, though - her hips were grinding against the palm of her hands, a moist squelching noise filling the room with lewd sounds as she slowly tried to get herself off. “Mmhmm, p-please use me all you want. I-I’m sorry for being s-so horny... I can’t help it…”
When you got down to it, Cass was an incorrigible pervert, and she trusted me enough to be like this during sex. As sweet and kind hearted as she was, the girl simply couldn’t keep her hands off of me or herself once I got her engine running. She couldn’t keep up with my stamina or sex drive once my engine started up, but that was fine. Somnophilia was apparently one of her many fetishes, and I was kinky enough to use her unconscious body.
The issue came with the pain and aches afterwards. Hysh could only heal so much.
It was good, then, that I planned to mainly abuse her throat instead of her pussy.
“Baby girl,” I murmured, watching with carefully hidden amusement as her soft, plush thighs squeezed tightly around her hand at the mere sound of my voice. Her lips parted, drool threatening to leak out as she stared at the hard, twitching pole of flesh hanging over the side of the bed.
“Y-yes sir…?” she swallowed nervously, her hips gyrating faster against her palm as she stared at me through lidded, blurry eyes.
“Come here.”
The command, spoken with such authoritative dominance, seemed to hit some sort of switch inside of her. Cassie flushed even redder, her small, perky little titties jiggling as she panted like a dog. Tears pricked at her eyes, and the wet, perverted sound of her pussy lips grinding against her hand grew even louder.
“C-cum? Daddyyy, I’m- fuck, I-I’m gonna cum too fast. I-I can’t stop it! I’m sorryyy…!” She sounded simultaneously mortified and aroused, her words beginning to slur as her head fell back against a pillow.
For some reason, watching her get so close to a premature orgasm was such a fucking turn-on.
I idly spat on my hand and palmed the engorged heft of my shaft, stroking up and down all nine inches as I watched my inexperienced girlfriend spasm on the bed. Her eyes opened, a combination of pleasure and panic in her eyes as she stared at me, and I finally allowed a smirk to form on my lips. She was obviously doing her best to hold it back, and she was quickly losing that battle.
“You gonna cum, baby? Before I even touch you?” I asked coolly, speeding up my strokes. My hips began to move with the movement, heavy balls swinging beneath my grip, and the sound began intermingling with her own lewd pussy noises.
“No, no, no, daddy I woooon’t. I don’t wanna…~!”
I tilted my head, my voice gruff with pleasure. “So why are you still moving your slutty lil’ waist?”
“I-I…”
“You cum when I tell you to, sweetness.”
Her hips stilled in shock at my words, for the fleetest of seconds, and I took that moment to dart my left hand forward and grip her left ankle. Before she could even register what was happening, her body was sliding across the silky sheets and her hot, drooling core was flushed fresh against my thigh. I could feel it, quivering and twitching, creating a messy wet spot against my skin.
Cassie’s back arched her body up off of the bed, her mouth opening wide to moan and cry at the sudden friction-
And I gripped her by her short black hair, tugging her face forward so that her panting,parted lips were mere inches away from the rigid head of my dick. Her eyes dilated immediately, breath coming out in hot, heavy pants. She went almost cross-eyed as she stared at the pillar of flesh almost touching her lips. Her hips twitched and shook as she rubbed her needy pussy against my leg.
“Now be a good girl for me and say ‘ahhh’.” My smirk shifted, going from subtle and amused to a full-on grin. The heat of my cock against her face seemed to make the horny girl dizzy.
Cassie’s eyes flicked up towards me for a fraction of a second, but it was almost immediately drawn back down to the bulbous head of my cock. She gulped.
“A-Aaaahhhh…~” Her tongue slid out of her mouth, slick and dripping with saliva, and she slowly - almost torturously slow - moved her head forward to give the tip a tentative lick. My hips jumped in response, a shock of pleasure shooting through my brain, and Cassie gasped in both surprise and excitement. She was nervous, that much was clear - it was obvious in the flushing of her cheeks, the shaking over her hands as they wrapped around my leg for leverage, but beyond all of that was the ridiculous amount of trust, desire, and love in her gaze. She was putting all of her faith in me.
So I would take care of her, no matter what.
“That’s my girl. Just like that, baby…” I groaned, watching her through fluttering lashes as she dragged her drool-covered tongue against my sensitive cock head. She seemed transfixed by every sound that came out of my mouth, her wide, adoring eyes staring up at my face as she lavished me with her pleasurable attention. “Fuck…”
“Mmmh, mmmff-…am I doing a good job, daddy?” Cass whispered hopefully, a small little smile pulling at her glistening lips as she planted a moist kiss directly on the underside of my shaft.
“Hell yeah you are. Stroke the shaft with both of your hands, sweetheart. Long and fast.”
A shock of lightning shot through my spine as her pale, dainty hands wrapped themselves around the girth of my cock, if barely. As spit-covered and slick as it was, Cassie had no trouble stroking back and forth, her eyes opened wide in awe and lust as the slick sounds began to fill the air.
“H-holy shit… Fuck this is so hot…” she whimpered, her own hips beginning to gyrate again.
“There you go…” My voice trailed off as the pleasure began to build, and I moaned deep in my throat, the sound coming out as a rumbling purr. Precum dribbled out in heavy dollops, coating Cassie’s sticky grip and causing her tongue to lap at the slit of my dick like a curious kitten.
Stars filled my vision.
“Fuck!”
I wasn’t cumming, not even close, but I’d almost forgotten just how sensitive I was to oral sex. Cassie tried to retreat at my swearing, nervous that she’d done something wrong, but my grip in her hair tightened and I kept her firmly in place. She didn’t fight against me, adoration clearly winning over any hesitance as she jerked me off even faster. Her mouth was fully open, tongue still licking at the drops of pre, and I wanted more. No, I needed more.
I flexed my hips, the head of my dick pressing firm against the pad of Cassie’s tongue, and her eyes widened. Excitement, lust, and fear all flashed over her face, but I knew that she was relying on me to set the pace this time.
So I pushed my way inside of her wet, eager mouth.
It was instant bliss. Hot, soft, and pliable - her lips were like a vacuum seal around the head of my dick, her mouth barely able to fit just the tip inside without genuine difficulty. Cassie’s tongue didn’t know what to do, so it circled wildly around the pulsing meat in her mouth as the girl moaned and double-stroked my shaft even faster. Drool leaked out the corner of her lips, falling down into the flat valley of her palm-sized breasts.
Her eyes began rolling to the back of her head.
“Mmmfff!”
PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.
Her gyrations were starting to become desperate and violent with the way that they were smacking and grinding her pussy against my leg, and both my thigh and the bedsheet was becoming positively drenched. Fighting through my own growing pleasure, I bit my lip and blinked my blurry eyes, peering down more closely at Cass.
Cassie is overwhelmed with pleasure and arousal. Cassie is about to squirt. Cassie is squirting-
Oh fuck.
“MMFFF! MMMMM-!”
Cassie’s body fell backwards, my cock popping out of her mouth with a loud, echoing ‘pop’.
“No, no, no please I-I’m cumminggggg!” Her bubbly ass rose off of the soaked bed, mashing her hot, swollen pussy against me as a spray of clear, misty liquid blasted from her core, coating my lower body. Her tongue lolled out the side of her mouth, a quiet, stupefied giggle escaping alongside whimpers and hiccups.
I blinked, staring down at the dazed girl. “... You okay, love?”
…
“H-heh. Yeeeesssshhhh…” Came her slurred reply.
I smiled. “Good, ‘cuz I’m still hard. Roll over and put your head in the pillow.”
“... Y-yes sir…~”
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Two Hours Later…
“Uhnnn! Mmmm! MMMMF! J-JASON, I’M-”
“Fuck yesss…!”
I growled, eyes fluttering shut as I pressed my face into the nape of Cassie’s sweat-soaked neck, feeling my balls squeeze and churn as my fourth orgasm ripped through my body like the most pleasurable bolt of fire. Cum blasted out of me, shooting out in long, pearly white ropes that splattered against her stomach and chest. Hickeys trailed up and down her body, from her thighs to her bruised, cherry pink nipples, and her eyes were listless and glassy as her hips convulsed beneath the spray of semen.
Turns out my sexual stamina had improved significantly as a byproduct of picking up certain perks, Superior Being being the most obvious. If the vestigial drain of mana I could feel in my core was any hint, Archmage was probably attributing to it as well, filling me with more vitality than I would have otherwise.
Also, the Winds were especially useful for sexual fun, even outside of Hysh’s regenerative spells. Azyr in particular, combined with the Sanctum’s anti-failure effects, made for a titillating and electrifying conductor for both pleasurable stimulation and finding the best spots to hit.
It was too bad that Cassie was reaching her limit after her twentieth climax. I didn’t wanna overdo it on the healing.
“Jaaaay,” my fucked-silly girlfriend murmured blearily, reaching out towards me with both arms. She clenched and unclenched her hands, the universal sign for ‘pick me up bitch’, and I chuckled as I swept the exhausted girl into my lap.
“I gotchu, don’t worry. You need some more water?”
“Mmm, maybe some soda? You go this time, Sherrel was-” Her body suddenly jolted when her aching core brushed against the pulsing girth of my still erect dick, and she angled her head back to give me a disbelieving stare. “No friggin’ way you’re still horny! A-are you even human…?”
For a second, I wondered if embarrassment or shame was the correct response. It was really fucking freakish of me, thinking more on it, but… I wasn’t one to be ashamed of my own virility. If anything, I found it sorta entertaining. I was like a real life, magically-empowered porn star. I hadn’t expected that in my 2011 bingo card.
A crooked grin slid onto my lips, and I brushed a damp lock of hair out of my face. “You can always tap out if you want to, babe. I won’t love you any less.”
Her eyes flashed stubbornly, and she collapsed back against my sweaty chest. “... Never, you annoyingly beautiful stud. Neverrrrrr…!”
I snorted. Regardless of whatever she felt she needed to prove, I planned to put the stopper on our lovemaking soon anyway. Impossibly horny I may be, but I drew the line at actively hurting Cassie. It was at this moment that the Grimoire hooked itself onto a small mote of light, reeling it towards my inner inner soul so that I could take a closer look.
It was Conveyance’s Second Dot upgrade, linearly upgrading my teleportation range from ten feet to…one hundred? Holy fuck.
I didn’t hesitate to accept it into my internal palace, feeling it slide in alongside the first dot of the same power.
“Maybe I should’ve taken Sherrel up on her offer…” Cassie mumbled quietly to herself, her tone an odd mix of thoughtful and bemused. It was clearly not meant to be heard, but her bliss-induced exhaustion clearly didn’t give her the greatest of auditory awareness - I heard her words loud and clear, and they made my eyebrow quirk upwards in confusion.
What offer did Sherrel even-
Cassie doesn’t want to leave you unsatisfied. Cassie recently went downstairs to get water. Sherrel offered to swap out with Cassie to give her rest. Cassie refused.
Oh…
Cassie is slightly tempted by the offer.
Ohhh.
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An Hour Later…
Cassie lied on her side, staring dreamily at the side of her boyfrien- no, her love’s stupid and annoying and perfect face as he slept. At least, she assumed he was sleeping. After cleaning both her and the bed with his warm rays of energy, the energy that he called ‘Hysh’, Jason had taken her in his arms and whispered sweet nothings in her ears - ‘aftercare’, he’d say whenever her cheeks would erupt in flames and her heart started doing pirouettes inside of her chest. He did it to make her feel good and warm and happy after… using her body for his pleasure all night long like the big-dicked stud that he was.
Just the thought of the night’s activities had her burying her burning face into his shirtless chest and kicking her feet in the air.
She’d sucked his cock! Multiple times! And even made him cum down her throat! Sure, the taste wasn’t the greatest ever, but in the moment all she cared about was making him feel even a fraction of the pleasure he’d given her. And holy friggin’ shit did he give her pleasure.
How he made his tongue of all things spark with electricity would forever stupify her. Jason’s powers were fucking OP, please nerf, get him the fuck outta the lobby, and she didn’t care what anyone said. But at least he was her broken, overpowered boyfriend.
Her broken, overpowered, ridiculously handsome boyfriend with a huge dick, back-breaking cock and virtually endless stamina…
‘...My kitty cat hurts!’ she whined internally, bolts of phantom pain shooting through the tingly spot between her legs.
Cassie didn’t regret having sex with his bitch breaker of a dong. Hell, she didn’t regret letting him use her body like a fucking fleshlight for hours while he brought her up and over the peak time after time. Her body was his instrument to be plucked and played, and Jason showed multiple times that he had some really good fingers.
No, she didn’t regret a single frickin’ thing. But… the anxiety, the same anxiety that kept her from joining her love - and god did she love using that formerly elusive word - in dreamland refused to leave her chest. His sudden confession had been so completely and utterly unexpected that her initial concerns were swept to the side in favor of the pure elation she’d been feeling. Then the sex happened, and, well… everything after that was a blur.
But now she was back in her right mind, and her thoughts were in turmoil again; only, she had another worry weighing on her shoulders. She couldn’t keep up with him - not by herself. Jason was her shooting star. He was her one true wish given human form. Her prince and knight, given human form, sent to Earth in order to protect and love her. It was like her favorite web novels, where the average, lonely, and nerdy reject was swept off of her feet by the guy that completely outclassed her in every way, but still fell for her in spite of it all.
This was their story.
But he was too bright. He was too… extraordinary. And Cassie was worried, beyond every worry, doubt, and fear in her heart, that she wouldn’t be enough for him. That she already wasn’t enough for him. It wasn’t that she was jealous of the women in his life, even though she was a bit miffed that Sabah didn’t at least see her as hot too! No, Cassie wasn’t a jealous girl by nature. She just… didn’t want to be pushed to the side. She couldn’t be pushed to the side. The mere thought of going back to her nonexistence, living life alone in a bunker, barely surviving…barely living…
She’d rather fucking die.
“Ughhh, so how …-”
“...Ahhhnnn,” A loud, jaw-cracking yawn cut through her muttering. Cassie jolted, glancing up towards Jason’s face, only to see him already staring down at her with a half-lidded, lazy expression on his face. “Sorry, heard ya whinin’ in my dreams. Wassup pretty girl?”
A familiar happiness blossomed in her stomach at his words, only for that annoying anxiety to come by and stomp it back out. “... N-nothing. Just thinking ‘bout stuff.” she lied, looking away.
“...”
Her gaze drifted back towards Jason’s face, and she swallowed.
His eyes were narrowed, and the intensity both frightened and aroused her.
“Try that again,” he said simply, voice raspy with sleepiness, and Cassie folded immediately.
“Ughhh, okayyy,” she pouted self-consciously, raising her gaze to meet his again. Seeing that he was focusing entirely on her, Cassie swallowed. “I-I was just thinking.”
Jason raised an eyebrow.
“...”
“Abouuut?” he frowned.
“Stu-”
“If you say ‘stuff’, I swear I’m gonna turn your ass red Cass. I’m being serious.”
“Jeez, okay!” She quickly sat up straight, sheets and covers falling around her naked body and pooling at her thighs. In spite of herself, Cassie found her lips twitching up when Jason’s eyes blatantly lowered and raked itself across her small breasts. Whether he actually found them sexy or not, the attention helped her confidence. “I was just thinking about what we were discussing earlier, in the shower…”
Through her eyelashes, she could see Jason’s tired eyes light up knowingly. Like clockwork, the dull, almost silent thump of his finger against the mattress began to pick up tempo. Cassie fished his hand out from beneath the covers and grabbed it with both of her much smaller ones, taking comfort in both his warmth and the fact that he was anxious too.
He offered a small, cryptic smile. “What can I do?”
Cassie blinked. “H-huh?”
“What can I do to make you feel better?”
She flinched, her grip on his hand tightening. “You’re not doing anything wrong, Jay. This isn’t a ‘you’ problem. I’m just… scared. And I know I keep saying it, but I am. I don’t wanna lose you, and I don’t wanna stifle you and be like ‘grrr, no talk to pretty wahmen’! But… there’s just so many pretty women, and you’re pretty, and I…”
‘I’m just plain ol’ Cass…’
Jason watched her, the knowing light in his eyes burning into that same frightening, familiarly intense glare that he did ever so often whenever he became deep in thought. Not knowing what else to say, Cass sat back on her ankles and watched him.
It only lasted a few seconds. As soon as his brow relaxed and his eyes cleared, Jason looked directly at her, meeting her gaze face-to-face, and asked one simple question. “... Why don’t we just date them together?”
…
Cassie’s brain stalled.
“Wha-wha-wuh…” she stuttered, feeling her breath quicken and cheeks began to burn and she didn’t even know why. “W-what do you mean, ‘date them together’?! Like, um, me. And you. And another pretty girl? With big tits?” Her blush grew hotter at her perverted faux pas, and Cassie smacked her forehead with her free hand. The other one was too busy crushing the bones in Jason’s.
He, annoyingly enough, didn’t even seem to feel it. His lips pulled back into an amused grin, showing two rows of ridiculously perfect white teeth. “Yeah. You keep talking ‘bout how pretty these chicks are. We both know I’m a bit of a perv - sorry, by the way. I’d never touch anybody without your permission, but my eyes are-”
Cassie stuck her tongue out. “I know, I know - asshole. Pervert. So what i-if I think girls are very pretty and smell good? And so what if I like tits?!” Being bisexual wasn’t anything to be ashamed of, after all! No matter what her asshole, stuck-up parents thought. Legend was frickin’ gay and he was one of the strongest heroes!
Not as cool as Jason, but still!
“I didn’t say anything about breasts,” Jason chuckled, tilting his head slightly to the right as he watched her. “It’s up to you, babe. I… I won’t lie to you, and I’ve been meaning to say this at some point anyway. I really like women. Like, a lot. Tits, ass, tummy, et cetera. I look, and if given the opportunity I’d touch. But I love you, and that won’t change no matter what. If you say no, I won’t break up with you or some fuck shit like that.”
The seriousness in his voice was sobering.
Cassie frowned, her heart hammering loudly in her chest. This felt like a monumental turning point in their short relationship, something that would have a permanent and everlasting effect on everything from here on out, and she didn’t want to just rush to a decision and regret it all. The idea of dating other women together, or even just giving Jason permission to have sex with other women… it wasn’t common, and it was almost definitely frowned upon by modern society. It kinda reminded her of those anime tropes, where the guy would get a ‘harem’ of women, except… it was both of their harem?
And no guys, but that was obvious - she was pretty sure Jason wasn’t bi or gay, and honestly, Cassie couldn’t even think of any men romantically or sexually after experiencing what Jason introduced to her life. The thought of some stinky, hairy loser invading their safe space made her skin crawl.
Eugh.
She knew that losing Jason, her shooting star, was simply out of the question… but he said that he wouldn’t leave her, so didn’t that mean she could answer truthfully?
“... Would it be a, u-um… ‘harem’? Is- is that what you want?” Cassie finally asked, embarrassment clear in both her voice and body language. She felt like it was a stupid frickin’ question to ask, but it wouldn’t leave her brain and she needed to know.
Jason’s eyes widened, but only fractionally. His serious expression cracked, and a smirk found its way through. “Huh. Didn’t even know you knew what that was.” he chuckled, leaning back against the headboard of the bed and rubbing the back of her palm with his thumb.
Cassie shot daggers at him with the heat of her glare. “I watch anime! The good stuff comes from Aleph, but I’ve been wanting to check out the recent-… wait, don’t distract me. I need more details, mister. Because you’re sounding an awful lot like a perv right now.”
His smirk didn’t diminish. “This isn’t me tryna coerce you into some anime harem bullshit - I already said you can say no. The fact that you’re entertainin’ it means that you’re interested in the idea, or am I wrong?”
She said nothing, stubbornly tilting her chin up and waiting.
“Heh, you’re cute when you’re being stubborn. If we do this, it’ll have to be polyamorous - meaning we’re all dating each other. No one’s left out, no one’s left feelin’ unwanted and unloved. Lonely. I think we’ve all had enough of that, right?” Something glimmered in his eyes, some untold emotion, but it was gone before she could even begin to decipher it.
His words, however, assuaged some of the doubt in her chest. It was still a deal slanted in his favor, that much Cassie could intelligently insight. He was a straight man, one who was self-aware of his own love of women, and he’d be sharing them with his girlfriend with no man in sight to take away from his experience. That wasn’t something that Cassie cared much about, however. Naive or foolish as it may have been, but she simply didn’t care for or want another boy - no, another man in her life outside of Jason.
Judging by the ache in her pussy, he was more than enough man for her in every single way.
And, she had to admit, on a more selfish level… The thought of having a girlfriend, or even multiple girlfriends, with Jason appealed to her in more ways than one. Sexually, romantically, and emotionally. Women were just different in ways that men weren’t. There were certain understandings there, certain things that you could only discuss with other girls. Things that she wouldn’t feel confident or comfortable going to Jason about. And, much like Sherrel offered a couple hours ago, she would have sisters-in-arms during the losing battle that was Jason’s hypersex drive. She would no longer be the lone sorceress. She’d have warriors by her side!
Plus, boobies. And ass. And squishy thighs. Jason was chiseled, with almost no softness to him. She could already imagine it - her head resting on big, soft titties, with Jason’s large, calloused hands giving her the best foot massage ever. If they had a third girlfriend, maybe she could even feed her grapes, mouth to mouth, as Jason’s hand began to glide down towards her inner thighs-
“Hehehe…”
“You alright there, champ?” Jason’s deep, baritone voice, tinged slightly with concern and bemusement, brought Cassie out of her fantasies. She hadn’t even realized that her eyes had closed, or that she had started to giggle to herself.
How frickin’ embarrassing.
“D-don’t call me champ. It’s either kitten or ‘baby girl’!” she sniffed, smacking her warm cheeks with both hands. Her imagination had always been an active one, and it was easy to get carried away sometimes.
“Sure,” Her frustrating boyfriend soothed in that smooth, knowing way he often did. “Any more questions, kitten?”
Did she have any more?
Cassie mentally filed away the positives - pretty girls, more love and affection to go around, the chance to try multiple kinky and mouth-watering scenarios that she definitely didn’t read about online, assistance with taming Jason’s Dragon-Spear, the list went on and on.
The negatives, however…
Faces flashed through her mind. Beautiful, flawless faces. Sabah’s. Glory Girl’s. Laserdream’s. Sherrel’s. All women she recognized that were objectively prettier than her, and all who had a very real chance of gaining Jason’s attention. She wasn’t jealous of their looks. Maybe she was a little bit jealous of Glory Girl’s breast size, but nothing else. No, once again, her fear came from a different source. A source of abandonment. A source of insecurity. A source of trauma.
She didn’t want to be forgotten. She didn’t want to be replaced. If they did this, if Jason had a taste of more delicious fruit… What would stop him from losing interest? Words were all well and good, and she wanted to believe him, but how could she when the world itself saw fit to toss her curveball after curveball? She was scared. She wanted to think that everything would be okay, but how would she know?
“Cass.”
“Hmmm?”
Her voice was a mumbling mess, scenarios and anxieties shooting through her brain at speeds faster than any coding software. When she glanced up at the current source of all her worries, Cassie was taken aback by the expression on his face. Far from its usual cool, detached confidence, Jason was staring at her with naked earnestness.
The hand holding hers slackened before withdrawing, but before she could feel any sort of emotion at the abandonment Jason’s pinky finger immediately wrapped around hers.
A hesitant smile formed on his face.
“No matter what, come Hell or high water, I will never stop loving you.”
Her eyes widened.
“You are irreplaceable. You have been my rock ever since I’ve met you, and I want to spend the rest of eternity exploring the universe with you.”
Her heart hammered in her chest.
“No matter what woman enters my life or our life, no matter who I end up killing, fucking, or kill-fucking, absolutely no one will loosen the hold you have on my heart. And this power’ll prove it.”
Her mouth gaped open.
“Jason, wha-”
His eyes gleamed, and suddenly, Cassie was Aware. Every line, every expression, every secret in Jason’s naked expression was hers to plunder.
Jason is scared. Jason is scared that you will see his offer as him being nothing but a perverted, sociopathic narcissist who wants to take advantage of you. Jason is a perverted, sociopathic narcissist, but he doesn’t want to take advantage of you.
Jason is nervous. Jason is nervous because he loves you. Jason is nervous because he loves you more than he has ever loved anyone romantically in his life. Jason is nervous because losing your love will emotionally destroy him.
Jason is happy. Jason is happy because you make him happy. Jason is happy because he does not often experience pure happiness. You make Jason experience pure happiness.
Jason is adamant. Jason is adamant that he won’t forget about you. Jason is adamant that he will always take care of you. Jason is adamant that he will always cherish you.
“Wh-what is this…? Jason?”
Cassie didn’t notice when her pinkie fell from his, curling up in the sheets as her hands balled into tight little balls. She didn’t notice when tears began pricking the corner of her eyes, slowly dripping down her cheeks. She didn’t notice when the wide, radiant smile began to grow on her face, practically lighting up the room. She was too busy staring into her lover’s eyes, watching all of those emotions - all of those feelings and thoughts coalesce into something that she could fully understand and see.
More than intuitions, more than mere thoughts, Cassie watched as, to her very eyes, Jason’s amber pupils turned into pulsating pink hearts; physical, unerring proof of his feelings towards her.
He tilted his head, a crooked smile forming on his face. This time, she recognized it for what it was.
Jason doesn’t know how to truly smile.
“You see what I mean, right? What is it tellin’ ya?”
Jason is madly in love with you. Jason is madly protective over you. Jason would kill Gods for you. Jason would destroy planets for you-
Cassie averted her eyes, a giggle bubbling out of her chest. Amongst the butterflies and floaty feelings of belonging and adoration, she felt a tiny bit of fear. And lust. Scarousal? Her boyfriend was fucking terrifying, and speaking of anime… he was quite possibly a yandere? Or something?
“Y-you can take your power back, babe,” she said quickly, holding out her hand for him to grab. “I heard all I needed to hear.”
She couldn’t see him, averting her eyes as she were, but Cass felt him confusedly take her hand.
Jason is confused. Jason is confused because-
And then the whispering voices were silent.
There was an awkward moment where she turned her head to face him again, and he stared at her with bemusement clear on his face, but the moment quickly passed when Cassie lunged forward to wrap him in a hug. This time, she decided to be the caregiving one - pressing his confused face right into her naked breasts and squeezing his head tightly against her body. His cheek was warm against her nipple, but this wasn’t the time for horny hours. It was hard enough regulating the emotions going through her body right now.
“... Yewokay?” Jason’s muffled voice escaped from the confines of her palm-sized chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist, awkwardly patting her butt, and Cassie swatted at his hand.
“Yes. Just…shut up for a sec, dummy,” she mumbled, sniffling. “I love you. You’re amazing.”
A pause.
“... Iluvyewtoo?”
“And no fucking other women without asking me and our, um, future girlfriend…s first. Capische?”
The words felt foreign and strange on her tongue, but… she didn’t mind it. Her decision had already been made, after all.
The pause between her statement and his reply was much longer this time.
“...Okay.”
“Good.”
Cassie’s eyelids began to sag. Her body, already sore, aching, and exhausted, began to drift backwards now that the anxiety cursing her chest was completely gone. Sleep beckoned, and knowing that her boyfriend was apparently willing to slaughter billions in her name was one hell of a safety blanket - not even counting the fact that she was hugging him to her chest.
Happy, satisfied, and tentatively looking forward to the future, Cass tightened her grip on her Jason and allowed herself to finally pass out.
The last thing she felt were warm, strong arms wrapping around her body before all went black.
___________________________
I gently tucked Cassie into bed, keeping my movements as quiet and unobtrusive as possible. I’d clearly gone overboard with her tonight, and although I felt guilt at pushing her body past what it was naturally able to take, I was also proud that she thugged it out the way that she did. Some of the screams she’d scrumpt sounded pretty fuckin’ painful - not in the gut-wrenching way, but in the ‘I’m going to go crazy if you make me cum again’ way.
She was safe, though. That was all that mattered.
And I was apparently in the middle of a early polycule now. I… hadn’t expected the night/morning to end that way. Shit, I’d expected to either be broken up with or forced to deal with a very awkward and very tense ‘dog house’ situation for the next few weeks after revealing all that I had. Giving her my Hidden Intuition had been a calculated risk, but I knew myself more than anybody and I was well-aware of how I felt. My edgy, half-depressed monologuing in the shower was proof enough of that.
There had always been a chance that something slipped out about my knowledge on Earth Bet being a fictional world, but honestly, after living here for half a month… it was starting to feel less like a fictional world and more like my home. Not a home I loved or even liked, mind you, but a home nonetheless.
It had all worked out in the end. I still had my wonderful girlfriend, and I could now officially feel guilt free about looking at Sherrel’s tits - mainly ‘cause I now knew that Cass was doing the same thing.
‘Yep,’ I thought, stealthily heading towards the door in order to grab some chips for an early morning insomnia meal. ‘Shit’s really lookin’ up. There’s no way it can get any better than-’
I Fuck the Darkness (400 CP): A final point, and one of significant importance. The ‘enemies’ of humanity that you might encounter are almost, to an individual, completely filled with malice and are otherwise completely evil, with a capital E. Now, you’re here to fix that, so, your last complimentary Perk. You can outright fuck the Evil out of (or into) someone/something. “Inject” your own morality into them, with every thrust. An enemy peon like a Thrall or Dreg could be flipped and redeemed in a single row. But, of course, the more thoroughly entrenched their morality is, the longer, and more often, you’ll have to plow to rewrite their morality. Someone like Savathun could be the work of an entire decade, for instance.
‘...-this. Well fuck, Grimmy - didn’t know you were a pervert.’
A bright, benevolent, and definitely not evil grin began to form on my face.
Now this… this was something I could get some traction out of.
Perks Accepted:
Sorcery - Conveyance (Two Dots|100 CP): Teleportation, flight, and other means of magically swift transportation are covered by this path.
[2] The sorcerer’s magic may transport themselves, along with 20 pounds, across roughly 100 feet.
I Fuck the Darkness (400 CP): A final point, and one of significant importance. The ‘enemies’ of humanity that you might encounter are almost, to an individual, completely filled with malice and are otherwise completely evil, with a capital E. Now, you’re here to fix that, so, your last complimentary Perk. You can outright fuck the Evil out of (or into) someone/something. “Inject” your own morality into them, with every thrust. An enemy peon like a Thrall or Dreg could be flipped and redeemed in a single row. But, of course, the more thoroughly entrenched their morality is, the longer, and more often, you’ll have to plow to rewrite their morality. Someone like Savathun could be the work of an entire decade, for instance.
900 CP remaining.
Author’s Notes: Fairly long chapter here - for those who dislike NSFW/fluffy scenes, sincerest of apologies. This was a long time coming, though. Not the sex, although that was definitely a lot of coming, but the whole relationship thing. Now that we're fully through this hurdle, we can develop outwards more!
For the people worried about a harem, don't worry - any actual romantic relationships added in to their polycule will be thoroughly vetted by everyone involved, which is just Jason and Cass right now. Amy is confirmed to be added, but she's the last one in Worm. There will be more women in future worlds, but not in this one. Unless someone truly makes an impact.
There will be sexual relationships here on Jason's end that Cassie may or may not join in on, but nothing permanent and nothing inherently romantic. I'm going to do my best to make no one a caricature, so trust in me and lemme cook!
Next chapters will be handling the transportation mission. Everything’s set in motion, the plan has been discussed by our heroes, and all that is left is getting a decent vehicle set up, prepping the equipment (and trying out Infusions), and executing said plan.
Hope ya’ll are ready for some action!
Comments
Wasted Ink
That's a good catch - I had been under the impression that Purity was akin to a glowing, Silver Surfer-esque form when using her powers. I'll edit that portion.
Bob Saget
This bit doesn't really make sense, far as I can tell: "Faces flashed through her mind. Beautiful, flawless faces. Sabah’s. Glory Girl’s. Laserdream’s. Purity’s. Sherrel’s." She shouldn't(?) know what Purity looks like, considering, 'As Purity, Kayden didn’t wear a mask, as it wasn’t necessary. With her powers active, her hair and eyes became a radiant white, emanating a light so brilliant it was impossible to look straight at her' But if she does know what she looks like, it doesn't make sense for her to fixate on Purity as 'beautiful and flawless', because, 'Kayden had brown hair and eyes. She was mousy and shorter than average. She was visibly older than Fenja and Menja.'
Bishop7053
Welp how we know what is in store for purity, especially with how she was mentioned in chapter. He is gonna literally fuck the nazi outta her. That's hot AF honestly
