Reward Scene #3

Magical Mistake

Kon Hitomi hummed happily to herself as she busied herself in the kitchen. To the rest of the world, she was Yukihime, a superheroine and role model to millions. Here, in this lair made out of an abandoned subway station, she was just Hitomi, a happy slave to her Master. No worries or responsibilities on her shoulders except making sure she didn’t mess up her white shirt.

Of course, she couldn’t just tell people that, which is why she told her mother in Japan that she was spending Valentine’s Day with her boyfriend. She had been scandalized when her mother told her to hurry up and give her some grandchildren, then, but that was the extent of her teasing. Which was good, because Hitomi came from a magical lineage, and her mother was a powerful spirit contractor in Japan. The kinds of things she could do if she really set her mind to teasing (or worse, got angry with her!) were enough to make her shudder at the mere thought of them.

Which meant that telling her mother the truth about her ‘relationship’ with her Master, was completely out of the question. Someone of her lineage becoming a sex slave to a nonmagical supervillain would be a scandal of the highest order back home. The fact that her Master kept her two best friends, Mary and Jess, as part of his harem didn’t make things any better. She knew what her mother would say if she heard about it, and she no longer cared.

At the moment, she was happily cooking brownies as a Valentine’s Day treat for her Master, his sister, and her fellow slaves. Valentine’s Day had different traditions and connotations in the US than it did over in Japan, but one thing that everyone agreed on was that chocolate made everything better. So, she was making chocolate brownies. And to make sure that the brownies were a success, she was using the ‘lucky’ mixing spoon her mother sent her from Japan, which she had been warned to only use it when cooking for a lover. The thing was supposed to have an enchantment on it that would bring ‘good luck’. She didn’t know what that meant, but more good luck for their little family was a good thing, right?

She had just put the brownies in the oven to bake, and was cleaning up when Mary Celeste, better known to the world as Incantrix, walked in, dressed in a dress made of reds and pinks that highlighted her raven hair, while using her illusion abilities to create pink hearts that followed in her wake like some kind of afterimage. Upon seeing Hitomi in the kitchen, filling the mixing bowl with water so that it and the spoon could soak, she rushed over to tackle-glomp the smaller Asian woman. “Hiii-tooom-iiii-chaaaan! Happy Valentine’s Day! What are you making?”

Hitomi giggled as Mary embraced her, and said, “Happy Valentine’s Day to you, too, you big goof! Now get off me!” After extracting herself from the Seattle native’s grasp, she said, “And I’m making brownies! It just isn’t Valentine’s Day without chocolate, but I know that Jesse doesn’t really care for milk chocolates, while Crystal hates dark chocolate, so I figured brownies would work for everyone!”

“Did I hear the mystic combination of my name and brownies? What are you magic-nuts doing now? This isn’t going to turn me purple, is it?” Crystal Mollen laughed as she entered the Kitchen, wearing her customary t-shirt and sweats that seemed to be her ‘lounging about’ outfit. The comment was meant in jest, of course, but Hitomi knew that it was half-serious. Web Mistress might be the undisputed mistress of the digital world, but she didn’t understand magic in the slightest. Such things were common with the ‘science-type’ supers, and, to be fair, the ‘magic-types’ didn’t really get the science stuff either, as a rule.

“Now, Crystal, I’m sure that it won’t turn you purple, no more than the ‘toys’ you play with in your workshop are likely to turn someone purple by accident.” Hitomi and Mary turned and smiled at their master, Mirikon Mollen, known by all as the supervillain, Iceblade, entered the room, wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. He nodded to Hitomi, and said, “Hmm. Already starting to smell good. How long until they’re ready?”

Hitomi beamed at him, and said, “About ten more minutes, Master. The recipe is a simple one, just chocolate fudge brownies with walnuts sprinkled on top, but they should be very tasty! Would you like me to bring you some when they get out of the oven?”

“Oh, quit trying to suck up to the Master, Hitomi. Everyone knows what you really want from him.” Jesse Taylor, the leader of the Emerald Knights, stepped into the kitchen after their Master, wearing a green dress that played to her fiery hair and Irish heritage. As she moved to the fridge to get some orange juice, the dress shifted enough that Hitomi could see that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. The slut!

“Hmph! I don’t see any of you getting him anything for Valentine’s Day!” Turning back to her Master, she smiled. “I just wanted to wish you a happy Valentine’s Day, Master. This is the first one since you claimed us, after all, so I thought some chocolate brownies would be a good treat.”

Master leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, making Hitomi’s smile break even wider. “Thank you, Hitomi. That was very thoughtful. I think I’ll wait in the living room and watch the news for a bit while they finish up. Can you bring them to me there?”

“Of course, Master!”

Ten minutes later, Hitomi proudly brought a plate of mouth-wateringly delicious smelling brownies (that looked at least as good as they smelt) into the ‘living room’ area of the lair. There were ten brownies, two for each of them. Everyone happily took their chocolate offerings. Soon, the delicious chocolate had disappeared, and everyone was praising Hitomi’s cooking skills. She began feeling a bit warm from the praise.

Or was it the praise? As she looked around, she saw everyone’s faces flushed with heat. With lust. Oh, no! She was about to warn everyone, when her Master kissed her upon the mouth, his tongue intertwining with hers, and she lost all thoughts of warning others or resisting, as the lust overtook her as well.

That was the match that set the whole house on fire, as it were. She could hear the sound of others kissing. She felt her Master’s hands as they roamed over her body, pulling at her clothes, as she pulled at his. She wasn’t dressed for going out, but being comfortable at home, so it didn’t take long for her to find herself naked as the day she was born.

A look around showed her that everyone else in the room was in the same state of undress. Something tickled her in the back of her mind. Something about this was wrong, wasn’t it? But it went away as another pair of lips met hers, this time a woman’s and she gave in to sensation once again.

She recognized the woman she was kissing when they broke the kiss. It was Crystal! But at this point she was lost to lust, and did not care about such things. Her Master’s sister clearly didn’t care, either, as she forced her head down, between her thighs, where a glistening wetness could be found.

As she began lapping at Crystal’s honeypot, like the good girl she was, she felt two people nestling themselves in beside her, on their hands and knees. It was Jesse on her left and Mary on her right. Both were licking their lips in anticipation as the glanced behind them, but Crystal’s hands kept her from turning her head and seeing what was happening, forcing her to stay on task.

Still, she gasped in anticipation as she felt the fingers rubbing her nethers, testing her waters. She squirmed in delight when she heard her Master say, “Mmm. Horny little thing, you’re already ready for me, I see.” She couldn’t respond with words, with her mouth full of Crystal’s pussy, but she responded by wagging her rear at him, invitingly.

She was only too pleased when the invitation was taken up wholeheartedly, the entire length of her Master’s rod slamming home inside her sheath in a single thrust. She moaned loudly against Crystal’s clit, causing the woman to shudder in pleasure as she came. As Master began thrusting, she heard the moans of her friends, as well. No doubt he was using his hands to please them, since they were not on her body.

Hitomi moaned in pleasure. She was far more sensitive than normal, and it showed in how she was cumming again and again, small orgasms with every thrust driving her lust-addled brain wild. Her Master, too, felt larger than he usually did, something that she barely registered through the haze of pleasure. And then, she felt a torrent of hot warmth within her, as her Master shuddered in pleasure, soaking her womb in his seed.

Still hard, her Master pulled out of her, and gave her a spank to get her to move, so one of the other girls could have a turn. Without thinking, she moved forward, and sat upon the waiting pair of lips there, allowing the woman before her to taste the fruits of her labor. She heard Jess moan behind her as Master took her to be the next in line, but that did not matter to her. All that mattered was the tongue desperately caressing her lower lips, tasting her juices and the cum dripping from her pussy, and giving her even more pleasure as she rocked against them.

Soon, the sounds of pleasure echoed in the living room once again, as fingers, tongues, breasts, pussies, and a still hard cock combined in giving and receiving pleasure to each other. Struggling to keep her senses, Hitomi pulled off the face of the woman who had been energetically pleasuring her, only for Jesse to move forward, giving her another chance to taste the seed from that wondrous staff. She looked, and saw that the staff was now piercing Mary’s lovely pussy lips, as her mouth replaced Jesse’s in pleasuring the fifth of their company.

She didn’t pay attention to that, though, but moved forward so that she could kiss her Master, and indulge in his fingers as his rod plundered Mary’s depths. If she had any concerns about what was happening, they were long buried by the simple demands of lust and love, and sharing herself with those around her. All that was left was enjoying what happened, and riding this wave for as long as it carried them.

And then the tides of pleasure crested once again, bringing another chorus of cries and moans to her ears, her own voice joining those of the others as her Master skillfully flicked her clit with his fingertip, sending her over the edge once more. And then they were moving once again, changing positions for a third time, nether lips were pressed against their fifth member’s mouth, and the offerings were gladly accepted. This time, however, no new lips greeted the woman’s own nethers.

No, instead that rod, still impossibly, magically hard after three rounds in succession, moved forward, and plunged into her waiting womb like a piston. Hitomi found herself side by side with Jesse as they bent down over the woman’s breast, and began suckling on her nipples like little children while the Master’s hands found their upturned rears and made sure that they were not left out of the pleasure that the rest of them were experiencing.

This time, when the wave of pleasure peaked, it crashed down hardest of all, giving all of them the largest rush of mind-melting sensation yet. Finally, the energy that had sustained them through the whole affair subsided, and they crashed to the metaphorical earth after reaching the true heights of bliss. Collapsing into a pile together, without even moving from their pleasurable positions, sleep took them.

That night, Hitomi called her mother in Tokyo to demand answers about the ‘lucky mixing spoon’. Her Mother giggled in that conspiratorial way old women plotting things had. “Ooh, did it make you and your man have good times? Can I expect grandchildren soon?”

“Mother! How could you do something like that! We weren’t alone when we had the chocolate!”

“Oh, child. It is just a harmless aphrodisiac enchantment. So long as you didn’t use nuts in the recipe, it would be fine. Nothing more than feeling like a couple bottles of sake were warming you, without the alcohol impairing certain functions.”

“That would have been great to know before I made walnut brownies!”

Her mother tittered. “Oh, my. Well, that would make things interesting, then. I guess you noticed that the aphrodisiac increased, along with your man’s performance. Hopefully the others weren’t too shocked by your display.”

“I used the same brownies for giri chocolates for everyone to try, because you didn’t tell me what it did! And his sister was one of the ones that tried them! Do you know how embarrassing it is to try and apologize for drugging your lover, your friends, and his sister, so that they all engaged in an orgy, with every one of us being… involved with the others? Including my lover and his sister?”

She heard the stunned silence on the other side of the line. “Oh, dear. That does complicate things.”