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J - Jerking Off

Milo -  A hiss escaped his mouth as his ring dragged across his hardening length. His cock was heavy in his hand, running across his slick skin as he tried to keep his eyes from fluttering and the groan from leaving his mouth.

“Shh…”

His eyes whipped over to his lover. The one they now were calling Night. “Darlin’, don’t you dare make that noise in my ear unless you want me to spill under the table.” He squeezed himself, not able to look at the full lips near him, or the way they curled up into a smile.

“I think that’s exactly what I want you to do.”

He picked up his pace, terrified that the wet slapping noise would overshadow the sound of music coming from the stage. Or the calls from the bartender as beer was slung and the lonely came to drown their sorrows. He knew his squeak caught the waiters' attention when Night’s hand fell on his knee.

“Mean,” he gasped.

“You chose this game.”

He did. He wanted to see if he could get away with jerking off in public. He wanted to see if it would be hotter to do underneath a table with the one he loved whispering in his ear. He was also drunk, but that was beside the point.

“You close?”

Milo began jerking his wrist harshly, feeling the way his balls began to tighten against him and the familiar heat licking up his spine. He wanted to tip his head back and moan. Drool as he sucked on his lover's fingers. Then he wanted to fuck them fast and hard until the two of them cleared the entire bar out.

“Cum for me, Milo.”

But that fantasy would have to wait. Because Milo was cuming all over his hand.

Belladonna - Two fingers plunged into her chilled insides as Bella began the slow process of pleasuring herself. It had been a particularly brutal day at work and all she wanted was a little bit of release. She had locked the front door, started some music, and laid herself back on her desk. Slowly, her fingers trailed down her body, flicking at the piercing through the dusky pebble of her nipple. Running further down still, past her ribs, over her stomach, until she played in the wet curls between her legs. 

A gasp tore from her at the familiar sensation. The way she stretched around her long nails, her walls sucking her in up to her knuckles. Her thumb reached up to flick across her clit, the bundle of nerves singing at the response. Laying back further onto the desk, she began to roll her hips, imagining someone else sinking into her. Red locks splayed across her shoulders, fanning out in a crimson curtain behind her head.

What she wouldn’t give for something more. Someone to lay her back and fuck until she was screaming. She would let them have their way with her. Pushing her against walls, and bending her over her desk. Over and over again she would let them bring her to pleasure and then, just when she was spent, she would sink her teeth into them, feeling their sweet blood pulse across her tongue as she squeezed their body against her own. She could almost feel it now. Life leaving the warmth of a body. Filling her so perfectly.

Curling her fingers, she arched her back, breast peaked and full as she shuddered in pleasure. 

A knock sounded at the door. “Ms. Malady?”

“No,” she barked back. “You dare come in here, and I will rip each one of your teeth from your head and use them as diamond studs for my ears.”

There was no answer.

As the sweat beaded across her forehead, she let out a blissful sigh, already twisting her wrists against herself for a round two.

Gabriel - He had been hard all day. 

It wasn’t often that Gabriel felt something stirring in the form of pleasure. He was not one to even acknowledge it. But he had woken that morning with his sheets tented and the uncomfortable feeling of sensitivity that did not dissipate after he got dressed. Knowing there was no time, he had stuffed himself into his trousers for work, and vowed to think of anything but what was happening.

A few hours later, and he was still hard.

Maybe he could have gotten through it. Maybe the sensation would be something he could have ignored. That is, if he hadn’t had to take down a thief while sporting a raging erection. Then again, that might have been what stopped the thief from struggling when he felt Gabriel brush against his thigh, and a loud moan escaped the Warden. Letting the other officers deal with it, Gabriel had rushed away and he now found himself in an abandoned alley with his pants around his ankles and his weeping cock in hand.

It was without any finesse that he jerked himself. It was hard and fast and he hissed in pain. The sight of his own dark cock made the tip weep as a white bead of cum swelled in a perfect bead from his slit. He licked his lips, wondering what he would taste like. Imagining himself pumping his member into the wet heat of another's mouth.

Shame washed over him momentarily, but he was too far gone. His hips stuttered as he humped his hand, jerking himself faster and faster until a groan was ripped from his throat.

He watched as his cum dripped down the brick wall before him, sliding to puddle at the tip of his shiny boots.

Hazel - She was bored.

It wasn’t often that Hazel finished all her chores around the apothecary. That her garden didn’t need tending. Or that she had somehow baked everything she wanted to and also fed all her friends copious amounts of stew. She found herself, however, with one of those rare nights where she had nothing to do.

It was the only explanation for the hands she created.

It started with her just seeing if she could make some sort of spectral hand. She conjured a small spell, drawing power from the wisps above. Then, she wanted to see if she could make it more solid. When that worked, she made the hands fingers a bit thicker while also adding a slight amount of vibration to the tips. She beckoned it forward out of simple curiosity, whispering intentions to it that she did not think it would follow through with.

That's how she found herself a few minutes later, her skirt flung up over her hips as she was bent over the back of her couch with the spectral hand fucking her from behind. She moaned loudly as it thickened inside of her, slipping in and out of her wet folds with a maddening rhythm. When another hand formed, it came down to flick at her clit, rolling it between two fingers while something slick dripped down her thighs. Another hand joined to play with her breasts, pulling them out of her blouse to let them bounce free. Each mound of flesh was kneeded and played with, the buds of her nipples plucked until they were a deep brown.

When Hazel began to scream in pleasure, the last hand, much smaller than the others, covered her mouth.

They fucked her hard, rocking her body back and forth and wringing pleasure from her. She felt her walls tighten and her pussy squirt with her own release, but they did not relent. Not until she was sobbing, snot coming from her nose and tears being shed from her eyes.

When she was nothing more than a quivering mess, they picked her up, however, and brought her to bed.

She’d have to remember that spell for tomorrow.

Malcolm - Malcolm rarely enjoyed his own fingers. They were too small and didn’t have the right curve to them. Some nights he knew that beggars could not be choosers, and he would try, but it never quite felt right. It wasn’t what brought him pleasure, and rarely had he ever released with someone inside him alone.

But he did enjoy the small piece of enchanted metal he got from the market. The one that warmed to the touch and vibrated. Lying back on his bed, he reached between his legs, parting his lips and placing the warm stone against his sex. He felt the familiar tingle begin as his thighs flexed at the feel of it. Licking his lips, he laid back, letting the runic toy do its work.

At first, it was nothing. Slight heat and an even slighter feel of something moving. But it built. It built so slowly that Malcolm’s own mind would drift as he was caught up in the warm sensation that began to fill him. Then, he would feel something wet between his legs. The stone would become sticky.

That’s where he found himself now. Reaching between him, he slipped a finger inside with a small hope that it would actually be enough. The stone heated up and sucked at his sex with impish pulses that had him shivering. He gasped as the sticky warmth dripped from his body.  Rolling over, he began grinding against the stone, digging down into the mattress. It grew bigger and hotter, wetting him from the outside and licking against him like a lover's tongue. Malcolm groaned into his pillow, his hips jerking uncontrollably as he spread his thighs more, trying to find the friction.

Then his finger hit that small little spot inside of him and to his surprise, he jerked. Head flung back and he let out an animalistic moan, falling flat onto the bed and driving his own finger in further. The stone continued to vibrate, becoming too much, too fast, until Malcolm was drooling on his own pillow, lost to the sensation of it all.