Coye 6.26

Wow, I know I just said the sex chapters should go faster, but I was particularly inspired and somehow did a 5500 word chapter tonight in two bursts despite finishing 25 earlier today. That just put me in a pretty good state a bit ahead of schedule, so I'm quite happy. That, and I think this chapter came out really good. Aiming to be done by the 20th.

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Chapter 26 - The Ultimate Form of Service

Before beginning the next round, Dorothy looked at the mess in greater detail. While the primal aspect of it all and the amount was arousing, she felt guilty that his cum had gotten all over the nice lingerie Tammy gifted her. Granted, that was the point of such clothes, but still. She wiped some semen from her glasses and checked how bad her hair was, asking Shayla, "I think you said something about handling the mess, didn't you? This outfit was a present, so-"

"A present?" Coye asked. "From who?" His childishness was acting up again. The thought of someone else besides him getting Dorothy such a sexy present didn't sit right with him until additional context was added.

"Tammy..." Dorothy blushed. "She, um... wanted to make sure things went well, so..."

"Oh," Coye smiled, instantly okay with the situation. "That was nice of her."

"Damn, Tammy has some good taste..." Shayla studied the garment through a critical eye and nodded in approval.

"Yes..." Dorothy gulped, remembering what she saw. "She certainly does..."

"...Uh-huh, well," Shayla raised a brow, then shook her head. "Yeah, I can clean this up. Just-"

"Hold on a second-" Coye interrupted. Knowing that Dorothy would do anything he asked, he wanted to push his luck. The word 'taste' permeated through his mind ever since Shayla set it, easily impressionable as he was.

"Yes, Coye?" Dorothy's tone was innocent, reinforcing her desire to please.

"Before Shayla cleans everything up, um... I want you to taste it..."

Dorothy blinked- the idea so foreign to her that she didn't know what to make of it beyond giving embarrassed.

"Oh. Um... I-I see...?" She took a brief glance at Shayla, who shrugged her shoulders.

"It's a guy thing. Makes them happy."

"It does?" Dorothy stared at her drenched hand, curiosity seeping out of her. Then, she caught sight of him. Coye had the most adorable and expectant look on his face, showing off his excitement to a surprising extent. She didn't have any strong feelings against the idea. On the contrary, if it really did make them happier, who was she to deny him?

Dorothy brought her hand closer to her opened mouth, ensuring Coye watched intently as she slowly extended her tongue and licked up a glob from her pointer finger without fanfare. Her eyes widened at the first taste. Salty, with just a hint of sweetness? It wasn't the most delectable thing she'd ever tasted, but it wasn't bad. Not at all. More so, the naughtiness of it got her blood pumping, especially when she saw how deeply Coye was enjoying himself because of it.

"Oh, fuck..." Coye shivered, a new round of throbbing kicking off down below. Dorothy, the least sexual person he knew, was licking up his cum. Why did that make it so much more sexual, he wondered? It was wrong, and he loved it for being wrong.

"Don't just lick it," Shayla chimed in. "Remember, Dorothy. Use your words!"

Dorothy was catching on and just so happened to already be thinking about what she should say. She found it adorable how Coye loved being praised and talked up. Moreover, she saw it for what it was- a talent uniquely suited to her. Half of her job was spent kissing up to nobles and wealthy clients. Flattering them, ingratiating them, and so on and so forth...

What was this, if not a much more extreme version of that?

Licking up another few streams, Dorothy exaggerated the deliciousness and exhaled breathily as she moaned, "It's so good, Coye. Why didn't you ever tell me? To think that my hero's thick, creamy seed tasted so sweet..."

"That's good," Shayla praised her, patting Dorothy on the shoulder at the same time as Coye trembled with appreciation. "Thick and creamy are nice, babe. Adjectives are good- they're your friend. If there's anything men love, it's adjectives! Describe things even more and see for yourself."

Rising to the challenge, Dorothy flexed her creative muscles by ad-libbing for the pleasure of her beloved. "Sweet doesn't even begin to cover it, honestly... it's so delicious and mouthwatering... and it's so hot, warm, and scalding that it just about burns my skin, too! Oh, gods... it's all I could ever ask for. Thank you so much, my precious hero... thank you for the gift of your magnificent and overwhelming cum..."

"Stop- stop!" Coye doubled over, whining as his hand gripped his cock and resumed stroking. "I... I can't handle it when you start talking like that. It's way too hot! Please! Do something besides talking. I need the attention!"

Funny as it was to admit, Dorothy now understood the power adjectives had over men. Good to know. "Did you forget, Coye?" She tilted her head and smiled, reminding him, "All you have to do is tell me what you want, and I'll do it. I'm... I'm all yours, and nobody else's."

Stepping up to the sidelines, Shayla snapped her fingers and cleared the excess semen from Dorothy, the bed, and everywhere else it hit. "You heard her, baby. What's next?"

"I want you to suck my cock, Dorothy..." Coye moaned, his voice trailing off into dreaminess. His words came without hesitation, the boy knowing precisely what he wanted and wanting it now.

"I thought as much," Shayla smirked, readying herself for the fun to begin.

"O-Oh. Oh, my. Is that so?" Dorothy's embarrassment was on the rise, if only because her thoughts on oral sex were underdeveloped. She didn't have a very clear picture of how any of that was supposed to go, knowing even less about it than ordinary sex, but she remained eager to do all that she could for Coye. Nervously scooting closer, she hoped her mentor would have some words of wisdom as she stated, "I'll have to see what I can do, then, my hero..."

"What's the matter? Don't tell me you're nervous, babe?"

"A little," Dorothy admitted, then added with a small laugh, "But not significantly more than I already was..."

"There's no reason for that, chin up. You'll love this part if you get in the right frame of mind."

"...Oh?"

Knowing how much of a natural submissive Dorothy was, all Shayla had to do to ease her into it was paint the picture in such a way that she became obsessed with the idea of sucking Coye's cock. Smiling with utter mischief, Shayla worked her conversational magic and infected Dorothy's mind.

"Yeah, isn't it obvious? When you think about things a woman can do to serve a man, there's nothing more submissive than a blowjob. Think about it. You, on your knees, Coye standing over you as you wrap your lips around his fat fucking cock and suck the hot, thick cum straight out of his balls... getting to watch every last second of his gratitude as you service him in the purest sense of the word? Are you telling me that wouldn't be the most amazing thing ever, or what?"

"Fuck..." Coye winced, visualizing every last word.

Dorothy's jaw dropped well past the point where it could swallow Coye whole. Chills spread across her body. She never thought of oral sex as particularly sexy, but... gods, the way Shayla put it made it impossible to think of in any other way. It really was the ultimate form of servitude, and as a budding submissive, Dorothy couldn't hold her excitement back at the prospect.

"W-Well..." she shuddered, replying hazily. "I... yes, I think that sounds rather wonderful, now that you've put it like that." Dorothy's mouth watered as she stared at his expectant cock, not a hint of subtlety to be found. It was begging for it. For her.

"My poor hero..." Dorothy cooed, descending between his legs and laying flat across the bed on her belly. "If putting you in my mouth will truly make you happy, then you don't have to say another word... not so long as these aching balls of yours still need my help, my love..." she brushed her fingers along the surface of his sack slowly again, avoiding his shaft. Then, taking some initiative, she brought her lips to Coye's inner thigh and gave his soft flesh a sensual kiss.

Coye sat up to get a better view, moaning and shivering at how it looked to see Dorothy lying between his legs. And then there was the way she was touching him. She kept working up her courage, kissing up his thighs kiss after kiss while slowly making her way to his groin. The closer she got, the more his scent filled her mind with nasty thoughts of submissive servitude.

He didn't smell musky at all, that lucky half-elf. How could he sweat as much as he did yet never develop a noticeable body odor? It wasn't fair, but jealousy was the last thing on Dorothy's mind. Before she even knew it, she came face-to-face with his balls. They were even bigger looking up close- bulging and tight. They needed help. More than she could give, maybe, but she wouldn't know unless she tried.

"I'm here for you, Coye. Here to take care of these swollen, throbbing, miserable cum-filled tanks of yours..." Dorothy said slowly and deliberately, causing Coye to feel every breath of hot air wash against him.

"H-Haaahhh d-don't do that...!" The poor boy whimpered, desperate for her to get on with it. "Please, don't tease! Just- just do what I asked!"

"I'm not teasing," she insisted. "I'm being thorough. I have to, after all. These are the balls of a hero, and they deserve nothing short of my absolute best..."

Where the idea came from, Dorothy couldn't say. Passion overwhelmed her, and she capitalized on her impulses. Having just kissed her way up his thighs, this seemed the natural next step. She pressed her lips onto one of his heavy orbs, kissing it deeply and making him moan in ecstasy. And that was before she actually took it into her mouth and sucked it.

"AH! Gods, Dorothy!" As quickly as he sat up, Coye fell backward again.

"Good thinking!" Shayla praised. "Other one, too. Don't want to leave it hanging, do you?"

"No, absolutely not..." Dorothy mindlessly agreed. She already planned to do the same, but the thought of neglecting even a single part of Coye inflicted sadness upon her. She let the testicle in her mouth pop out, a pleasurable ache surging throughout Coye's body as it did. She gave him not even a moment's worth of rest- soon repeating the entire process on the opposite one down to the kiss, the suction, and the popping upon exit.

She got the sense that this might've been too much for him to handle and started making up for it with slow and deliberate licks of her tongue. Dorothy soothed him with every motion, covering his sack in her hot saliva. Truthfully, Dorothy had no clue what she was doing, but it was working. She made up for her lacking knowledge in pure experimentation- trying anything and everything she could give. She drew circles on his flesh with her tongue, looked up through the center, from side to side, even daring to lick up from his perineum, which no one had ever done for him before.

Dorothy was worshiping his balls, falling deeper and deeper into a sexual abyss with every motion. Any thoughts in her head unrelated to Coye or Coye's cock left her mind, making additional room for the important things that mattered. Thoughts like how lucky she was to serve him, how perfect Coye was, how perfect his cock was, and so forth. Now more than ever, Dorothy realized this was her duty from then on. Attending to her precious hero's magnificent cock whenever he wanted... the arousal stirring inside her body and between her legs was so hot and heavy it couldn't be ignored.

Coye couldn't get past his own arousal, either.

"Dorothy, enough!" He huffed. "Please, please, stop already!"

"W-What's wrong?" Dorothy pulled away, suddenly feeling down on herself and concerned she might've somehow messed up. "I didn't do anything wrong, did I? Did it not feel good?"

Coye could hardly think straight, so he looked miserably to his fairy and hoped she would articulate on his behalf. She got the picture and did the job.

"You're getting a little too absorbed," Shayla pointed out. "Mindless devotion is hot as hell, but you need to be considerate of your partner! He doesn't need merciless teasing right now. He needs to be sucked off. That sound about right, baby?"

"Y-Yeah, exactly..."

"Oh, no... I'm so sorry, Coye. How could I have ever been so foolish?" Dorothy wasn't exaggerating. She was deeply disappointed in herself for getting so enraptured that she couldn't pick up on his desires. Serving wasn't about her own needs but his. "I won't let it happen again. I'll give you exactly what you want, my hero..."

"Thank you," Coye exhaled as Dorothy gave his aching balls another tender kiss each before firmly grasping the root of his cock in her right hand. "Oh, fuck, thank you so much..." he hissed, the direct stimulation already doing wonders for him.

"Don't thank her yet," Shayla grinned. "She's just getting started. Think you've got what it takes, babe?"

"I've come this far. I certainly have to try, don't I?" Dorothy said, riding a wave of fresh determination. She could feel Coye's need pulsing while hers only worsened with every passing moment. Disappointing him again wasn't an option. "But... if you happen to have any advice...?"

Shayla thought it should've been evident that blowjobs weren't her area of expertise, either, but she knew more than enough to point Dorothy in the right direction. "It's really easy. Easier than a handjob if you know what you're doing. There's really no way to fuck it up. Bring your mouth down, open wide, make sure you make the right shape so you don't scrape him with your teeth, then start sucking on an inch or two to start things off."

"And then?" Dorothy curiously cooked her head.

"And then you freestyle again and see what he likes!" Shayla shivered at the thought. Getting to play the role of sexual mentor was exciting. It made her feel as if Dorothy was an instrument of her will, Shayla using the larger woman to pleasure Coye in her stead.

"Same as before. Experiment. Study. Adapt. Alternate between licking, sucking, stroking him off, bobbing your head, and taking him even deeper. It'll all feel way better than a handjob for him, so as long as you keep it up, there's no way you won't make him feel great! Generally speaking, the more you can fit in your mouth, the more he'll like it, but this is your first time. Don't go crazy. You really don't want to ruin it by triggering that unfortunate gag reflex you unfortunate humans are saddled with."

Dorothy became overwhelmed by the sheer depth of options she apparently had to pleasure her hero with. Oral sex was a brave new world, and for the first time in her life, Dorothy felt like she were the adventurer setting off for new discoveries and seeing what she could make.

"That's a lot to take in. I feel so woefully unprepared..."

"Hey, cheer up. You're doing way better than I thought you would!" Shayla wisely sprinkled in some praise, which went a long way to build back Dorothy's confidence. "But don't take my word for it. Coye?"

"You're doing amazing," he said on command as if that would bring him pleasure any faster. "And Shayla's right. It's impossible to disappoint me, so please, Dorothy..."

Coye's desperation for more was something Dorothy just couldn't let be ignored. Hearing passion in her heart, she steeled her resolve and told him gently, "Alright, Coye. I'll do my best for you, my sweet hero. Lie back and let your Guild Mistress take care of you."

Just like that, she descended. Dorothy's mouth was open in just the right shape to take him between her lips for the first time. Dorothy was primed with the knowledge he would like this, but she underestimated how much it would be. He howled in pleasure, startling her. She'd barely done a thing, and already he reacted more positively than anything else until that point.

Dorothy was ecstatic to learn she had such a powerful tool at her disposal when pleasuring her hero. This initial positive reaction spurred her on, and following Shayla's advice, Dorothy started sucking on his engorged tip while her right hand stroked his shaft.

As Shayla watched from the sidelines, having fluttered off Dorothy's shoulder to get a better view, something didn't feel quite right. She was getting antsier by the second. Whenever Dorothy did something new to Coye, Shayla could've sworn she felt a residual pleasure beyond her typical voyeuristic enjoyment that struck her as something more.

It might've been an expansion of the strange things she was feeling earlier in the night, Shayla figured. Given everything Dorothy had explained about their magical bond, she wondered if this was a further development of their Faelink. Whatever the case, Shayla was enjoying some sexual benefits on the side and didn't even need to work for any of it.

This starkly contrasted with Dorothy, who worked her absolute hardest to give Coye the best blowjob she could. Making the most of everything Shayla told her to try, she cycled between licking and sucking, bobbing her head further downwards. After a moment where she slipped up and made lots of loud slurping noises to catch her breath, Dorothy even started working those into her routine as well. He seemed to like it when she was noisy, as he got noisier and made plenty of cute sounds of his own whenever she went harder.

Dorothy's best weapon continued to be her dedication and her voice. Every time she surfaced for air, she would look straight down at Coye and utter some new exciting thing to drive him wild.

"You taste so good, my hero..." Dorothy said after a lick from the bottom of his base all the way up to the tip of his urethra. "Your cock feels so full in my mouth, Coye..." She pushed it further inside, gagging as it hit the back of her throat for the first time. "Oh no, I'm so sorry... my throat was made to soothe and service you, but I'm afraid I still need more practice..." she teased, making up for it by peppering Coye's tip in dozens of little kisses with her plump lips.

Amid all this relentless pleasure, it was a miracle Coye could still think for himself. Even more so that he had the kindness to show mercy to his sweet servant. "Dorothy... this feels so good, but, mnn.. d-don't neglect yourself. I want you to feel good, too!"

"Ah- um-" Dorothy froze after pulling his cock from the airtight seal of her lips, watching as thick strands of her saliva fell onto her fist. Suddenly putting her at the center of everything confused her and did away with some of her confidence. "But... if I did that, I'd lose one of my hands..." she said, referencing her left hand, which cradled and fondled his tight balls.

"Please? I want you to touch yourself...!" Coye whined, and that was that. Every time he asked something of her, Dorothy realized how deeply ingrained it was for her to follow along with his whims.

"Well, alright, then... as long as it makes you happy, my hero..." Dorothy acquiesced, removing her spare hand to trail it down her waist past the sheer frilly skirt of her babydoll, dipping her fingers into her panties. What she found down there made her eyes open wide in surprise. "Oh, gods... when did that happen...?" She muttered mainly to herself.

Dorothy didn't even know it was possible to be so wet. Her panties were ruined- drenched, even- her thighs stained by the sticky, liquid proof of her lust. It seemed implausible, but she'd been so preoccupied with Coye that she didn't even notice how dramatically horny she was.

If she wasn't careful, Dorothy legitimately feared she might accidentally slip a finger right inside and save Coye some trouble, so to speak. Safer to stick to her clit, she figured, and as she continued sucking him off, that's precisely what she did. Dorothy discovered that masturbating with Coye's cock in her mouth was infinitely more gratifying than masturbating alone in her room, and together, they became lost in each other- Dorothy constantly twitching and whimpering around him as her fingers worked her little nub, Coye filling the air with the sounds of a boy in heat.

Nearby, Shayla was sitting on top of a stack of pillows while enjoying the new sensations her body was experiencing. Dorothy was doing great, so she didn't require any direct guidance. Shayla's encouragement became less productive and more erotic as she fell to her pleasure while watching the display.

"Yeah, that's right... suck his fucking cock even harder, Dorothy... show him how much you mean it when you say you love him..." Shayla hissed, her hands alternating between fondling her large breasts and caressing her inner thighs depending on what struck her fancy.

Unable to tell Shayla's dirty talk apart from actual guidance, Dorothy merely followed along and sucked harder and harder still without hesitation. After another few minutes of this treatment, Dorothy felt amazing, and Coye was on the verge of his next climax. He was throbbing madly in her mouth, his balls tightening into his body again. Thinking back to how big his last orgasm was made Dorothy even more turned on, but it also came with a pressing question that necessitated an answer from her advisor.

With great regret, Dorothy pried herself from Coye's cock, gasped for air, and asked, "Shayla, he's getting close again... w-what exactly do I do now?"

"Huh? Oh, uh..." Shayla had to shake off her pleasure to properly answer. Coye wasn't the only one close to cumming, and beyond her continual sexual mumbling, the pixie was primarily keeping to herself and was surprised to be called out so directly. "Think about it for a sec, and then tell me your best guess."

"I'm, um... I'm supposed to drink it, aren't I...?" Dorothy gulped. She looked at the enraged, purple-tinged cockhead inches from her lips. The fact that it lingered there, quivering so close to bursting, drove her wild with excitement, and she couldn't stop herself from giving his oozing urethra a tiny lick as she waited for a response.

"What do you think, baby? Does that answer sound about right to you?"

"Yes, please...!" Coye groaned, clutching the sheets below. "Don't force yourself to do it if you can't, but, haaaah... fuck, it feels so much better to cum inside a mouth than outside...!"

"Is that true...?" Dorothy asked in a dreamy voice, taking her latest mental note. "Well, that's all I needed to hear. I'll try my best for you, my precious hero..."

Dorothy wasn't kidding herself. She'd watched him cum what felt like a gallon beforehand and knew full well that if he finished off in her mouth, there was no way she could take everything he'd dish out. However, trying would make him happy, which was all Dorothy needed to convince herself this was worth doing.

With another surge in confidence, she sought to finish her lover off.

Thrusting his cock back into her warm, wet mouth, Dorothy sought to fight her gag reflexes off harder than ever before and fit another few inches of him into her tight throat. She could feel his head sliding back an inch or two down her esophagus, the invasive sensation inspiring her hand to go wild and mash her clit. The pleasure she was enjoying was phenomenal, but through another display of willpower, she forced herself to disregard Coye's earlier command. Her hand returned to his balls, fondling and rubbing them as they screamed for release. Coye didn't even have a chance.

He screamed, vision going blurry as everything burst out of him in massive waves.

Cum blasted down Dorothy's throat, plastering her white from the inside. To her credit, she guzzled down every last drop of his thick seed she could handle, refusing to halt her sucking and stroking for even a moment. Even then, she was taking Shayla's advice to heart- remembering that she shouldn't stop during his climax for even a second so that Coye would be gifted the maximum pleasure possible.

Every time she wanted to stop, Dorothy forced herself to keep sucking and sucking and sucking.

It didn't matter that she couldn't see straight or that she eventually had to come up for air after a point. Even that wouldn't stop her. Her fist blurred as it stroked Coye'd spasming cock harder and faster to make up for the lack of her mouth, going hard enough to hurt her wrist while earning rope after rope of his endless cum. Defying all logic, his second load was more significant than his first. Even after the countless bursts he shot straight down her throat, he still had enough left over to cover her face, glasses, and breasts all over again, glazing her in her entirety before she dived right back in and started sucking down the rest.

"Ah! Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Shayla had been pleasuring herself, but she climaxed so hard that she fell from her spot without even touching herself down there.

Dorothy almost didn't notice it happening but picked up on it from the corner of her eye. Concerning, but she had to ensure Coye was finished before she could check. After another twenty seconds, he'd finished his last few spurts and was barely conscious outside of continually gasping for air.

Wiping some of the endless cum from her face after surfacing for air, Dorothy checked on Coye and found he was completely dazed. More excitingly, his cock had lost its purple tinge and was now a slightly less worrying shade of deep red, thank the goddesses. Turning her attention to the pixie, she asked, "Shayla? Are you alright?"

"I... yes, but also, I don't know?" Shayla whined and forced herself to sit up.

As she did, Dorothy noticed some shiny and sparkling fluids exiting her pussy. That made her do a double take- she hadn't even noticed Shayla had gotten naked, but Dorothy supposed she lost track of many things for a while there. Still, she wasn't expecting to correct her head and suddenly see a fully naked fairy. It was difficult not to stare at her beautiful body and large breasts, but Shayla wasn't holding Dorothy's obvious interest against her.

"Things are starting to feel kind of weird, honestly. I was barely even touching myself, and I... I felt like Coye's pleasure was..."

"Transferring an echo of itself to you?" Dorothy asked in such a way that would've made her look bright if it weren't for the fact she was covered in semen.

"Yeah. I think that's a good way to put it."

"You already have empathic abilities," Dorothy pointed out. "It's only natural they start developing even further when it comes to Coye in particular. That's my best guess, anyway."

"Huh. Makes sense," Shayla cupped her chin.

"It just means your Faelink is getting stronger already!" Dorothy added, making the pixie grin with pride and relief.

At that point, Coye recovered enough from the blowjob of his life to sit up and join the conversation. "Can you clarify a little bit more, Shayla?"

"Well, if you're wondering if I felt like I had a psychic copy of your cock between my legs, the answer is a strict no," Shayla laughed. "It wasn't anything that specific. I just felt really, really fucking good whenever you were feeling good. Like Dorothy said- an echo. I could feel when she was doing awesome things to you, but I couldn't feel the awesome things themself if that makes sense?"

"It makes about as much sense as every other fucked up thing you've brought into my life," Coye said with the most loving of smiles, earning one from her and a few cheap laughs.

Dorothy clasped her hands together, looking at the two of them in amazement. "Oh, this is just so fascinating... I hope you'll both keep me up-to-date on any new developments."

"Of course we will," he laughed at the idea that they wouldn't. "Not only are you the only one we can turn to for help on any of this, but you're also going to be a huge part of our lives from now on. Right, Shayla?"

"That remains to be seen," Shayla crossed her arms, giving the woman a naughty smile after snapping her fingers and cleaning up the second round of cum. "We still haven't seen how she does on the final test."

"Ah, yes... I suppose I haven't truly proved myself yet, have I?" Dorothy nervously agreed, her eyes drawn back to Coye's cock. Though it appeared more manageable after its first two orgasms, it was still blatantly begging for more. Begging for her. Gulping, she asked, "So, um, about that... do you think you've had enough foreplay, my hero?"

Sure enough, Coye was sitting straight up and wasn't held back at all. There was no longer any pain in his balls, and his head cleared up significantly, too. He was calmer. More relaxed. Eager to do things right.

"Yeah, I'm feeling way better. More importantly, there's something I'd like to give a second shot."

"Oh?" Dorothy tilted her head, unsure of whether or not she followed along. "And what would that be?"

"This," Coye said as he took her by the shoulders, leaned closer, and pressed his lips to hers.

Dorothy's eyes widened from the suddenness of it all, but her body was, by and large, more receptive to the situation than it had been the first time around. After everything she'd just done to him, kissing him back came almost instinctually by comparison. She closed her eyes and did what felt natural, melting into their embrace. Basking in the pleasant sensation of his tongue invading her mouth and sliding against hers, Dorothy's body got chills, and she pulled him in for a hug as she kissed back harder and harder.

Exactly how long it lasted, Dorothy couldn't say. As soon as it was over, she was left in a deeper daze than he was after his last climax. The role reversal struck Coye as ironic and adorable, smiling at Dorothy as she gazed emptily at him as if he were miles away.

"How was that? Better? Worse?"

Dorothy blinked, regaining some of her mental faculties. "U-Um... b-both kisses were nice in their own ways, but... context-wise, this one was m-much better..."

"Looks like you set a pretty high bar for yourself," Shayla teased. "Think you'll be able to top it?"

"Don't know," Coye shrugged. "I guess we'll just have to see what Dorothy thinks of all the other kisses I'm gonna give her."

"Ahaha..." Dorothy's meekness returned in full force, causing her to play with her hair and look off to the side.

That was when he sprung the question of the lifetime on her.

"Think you're ready to move on to the real thing now, Dorothy?"

"...No," Dorothy said, lowering her head. "I'm more than ready. Just to tell me what to do, or... um... m-maybe don't? Maybe you should do anything you want to me, my hero, and I'll accept you with open arms... l-legs, too..."

Shayla whistled. "Careful what you wish for, babe. You just might get it."

"Fine by me. I want this, and I've never been so certain of anything in my life." Dorothy forced herself to look Coye straight in the eyes again, and as she did, her expression was pure. She wanted nothing more than to continue exploring the depths of sexuality with Coye and was ready to service him all the way to the very end by giving herself to him to do with as he pleased.