ROUGH DRAFT - Coye 6.20

Getting the last rough drafts done. 2 quick ones to go and then I'll be finished.

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Now that Coye was feeling better, there was nothing he wanted more than to play with the body he'd dreamed of for so long and make it his own. He took her by the shoulders and instead of pushing her down, this time, he later gently down on the bed.

"Ah-" Dorothy gasped at his sudden forcefulness, but there was excitement in her eyes.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yes, I... It's just different now that you're in charge... That's all..."

"Better?"

"It's a bit early to say, but yes, I think so..." Dorothy smiled weakly,

"I know how to make it even better," Coye teased, then took the initiative by laying on top of her, pushing his way down on her body. His lips met hers and he took her into a deep kiss, his hands getting to work. After so long, he finally could do whatever he wanted with Dorothy. His hands almost didn't know where to start, but they lovingly caressed her sides.

Dorothy moaned into their kiss, feeling the way his fingers brushed against her and melting. His touch was gentle at times, firm at others. Though he tried to contain himself, his excitement got the best of him and he went after everything he dreamed of. His hands sunk into her ass as they kissed, his erection grinding against her from the outside, and then they were at her breasts, sinking into their supple softness.

Every little thing that he did her made Dorothy want more, more, more. How could she have known that been touched by someone else would feel so good? This was so much better than her wand it was almost scary.

Then, Coye pulled away from her mouth and Dorothy watched as a thin trail of saliva dropped onto her lip. She didn't like that their kiss ended, but Coye had more he wanted to do. The way he stared was almost threatening in the best kind of way. Lowering himself, he took some of her neck flesh between his lips and sucked down, shocking her and widening her eyes.

"Ah! Coye, what are you- ah...!" Dorothy's neck tingled where he nipped, a paradoxically warm chill running through her body. Her toes curled and Coye could feel her shivering beneath him.

"I'm giving you love, obviously," he teased, nipping down on her neck again and kissing his way down to her collarbone.

"Oh- oh, gods- oh...!" Her voice wavered with every word, her breathing sped up, and Coye couldn't help but notice something incredibly exciting.

Dorothy seemed like she was incredibly sensitive- more so than anyone he'd been with until now. Just be safe, he did some further testing and gave her a large enough nip to her neck, intending to cause a hickey and leave a mark.

"HA!" Dorothy squirmed, her back arching and lifting him up off of her for a moment. She was twitching like mad and struggling for air. "Don't... Don't bite me there! What if it leaves a mark?"

"What you think I was trying to do?" He teased.

"...Oh." She gulped, then looked nearby at Shayla. "I don't suppose you could heal that up for me before I have to go back into work?"

"Mm," Shayla rubbed her chin. "Nah. You always wear collars that cover up your neck anyway. Besides, wouldn't it be hot to go in knowing everyone could see that Coye owned you?"

Dorothy was left breathless response. It would be hot, and she never thought of anything like that before in her life. Coye smiled from the back up and then gave her another one lower at her collarbone, this time surprising her and her stupor and having a even bigger effect. She yelped and it excited him so damn much.

Dorothy's sensitivity and meekness was bringing out the sadistic side of him that he'd been cultivating, and he had to have more.

Coye knew exactly where he wanted to start, and was eyeing her large breasts hidden by her babydoll. No longer did he have to wonder what they looked like underneath all of her baggy clothes, he now had access to them whenever he wanted to see them, and it was long past overdue for his first full view. He kissed his way away from her neck and down to her exposed cleavage, burying his face between the soft mounds before his hands found the edges of her bra.

Dorothy bit her lip knowing what he was about to do. She wasn't confident about her breasts, but at least she knew men generally like big ones and Coye was no exception. Before she could mentally prepare herself, he peeled down the green bra over her bare breasts and exposed her to the world.

Coye marveled at what he saw. They were so big, so delicious looking, and her pink nipples were already perky and inviting. He didn't know where to start with them. All he could do was stare for a good, long while to the point where Dorothy started getting self-conscious and looked away out of shame.

"Gods, you're beautiful..."

"W-What?" Dorothy blinked. "Um... I... t-thank you, Coye. I'm happy you think that."

"I'm going to play with you now." He warned.

"With my breasts...?"

Dorothy got her answer as his hands started tracing the sides of her full breasts. He was so skilled with them, and couldn't help but to test springy firmness of them. His hands sunk in as he groped Dorothy's tits for the first time and she let out a pleasured moan in response. To make this easier on her, he leaned in and started kissing while continuing to massage and fondle her chest until she was used to it. She didn't ever show signs of getting used to it, so Coye decided to move forward on his own.

His hands ceased their groping and moved on to his next target- those beautiful nipples of hers that were begging for attention. Coye eased his way to them, dragging his fingertips the inner portion of her mounds and started off small. His pointer finger traced around her areola, medium-sized pink circles bigger than a golden coin. The flesh there grew goosebumps and Dorothy shut her eyes in shock in pleasure.

"I barely even done anything yet and your like this." Coye marveled.

"I don't know why it's like this..." She whimpered. "I'm nowhere near as sensitive as this might play with myself..."

"Guess that means I'm special?"

"Of course it does, you're the most special hero in all the realms, Coye..." The way Dorothy said it made it sound like she was totally convinced.

"You know, you're going to be the reason he goes off the deep end..." Shayla shook her head. "I work so hard to keep Coye's ego at a manageable place in here you are making him think he's the chosen one or some shit."

That got a giggle out of the Guild Mistress. "I really can't help that. It's just how I feel about him, I- AH!"

Coye surprised his beloved Dorothy by interrupting her, taking her nipples in between his thumb and finger. He rolled them around, pinching ever so subtly just to test how she responded. Sure enough, it was electrifying and Dorothy could barely breathe let alone think straight.

"I could do this for hours..." He sighed to himself in satisfaction.

"Oh, gods... h-hours? I don't know if I could... haaa!!"

Dorothy started grinding her thighs together as his pinching gained strength. Coye would alternate between light pinches and heavier ones, watching her every reaction to make sure he never hurt her or pushed her too far too fast. They were like little buttons that controlled her every action. Just by pinching or pressing them in he could make her wiggle, moan, and make her vision go blurry with lust.

Shayla, for all her sass, was following along with great diligence. She watched Coye mess those tits up, doing the same to her own as she further synchronized with him. The little Pixie couldn't help admiring what Dorothy had to work with. If the two of them were of the same size, Dorothy would definitely still have bigger breasts, and that was saying something. Her appreciation for them matched Coye's own, and they were both thinking the same thing.

How bad they wanted to suck on them.

Coye let up his teasing, stopping his pinching and returning to a light touch massage for a while until straddling her hips and lowering his face. Dorothy didn't understand what he was doing at first, but as he opened his mouth, her heart stopped and a warm anticipation spread throughout her entire body. She knew that men liked to do this, but never imagined it would happened her.

Dorothy watched him as his lips inched closer to her nipple, only to freeze when he made eye contact just before reaching them. He was daring her to say anything if she didn't this to happen. Of course she remained silent and bit down on her lower lip.

Satisfied, Coye extended his tongue and placed it against her areola, not moving the slightest. Just letting it linger there as he tasted the sweetness of her skin. The fact that he wasn't moving was torturous. His tongue standing stationary on her nipple skyrocketed Dorothy's desire for something to happen, her body continuing to throb and her knees mashing against each other. She was on the cusp of begging for more, but Coye was waiting for the right moment to strike.

As soon as she couldn't wait any longer, he swirled around the entire peak and was met with one of the loudest moans the night thus far. Her back arched, her shivers increased, and Coye wasn't going to go easy on her. He wrapped his arms around her back, pinning her in place as he started licking repeatedly her right nipple. Up and down, coating it in his warm saliva while mixing in sensual kisses with just a hint of suction.

It wasn't enough.

"Coye, please, my hero... I don't know what's come over me but... I... I love this so much...!"

"Than you're really gonna love this," Coye insisted, then took her nipple within his mouth for the first time and sucked down.

"HAAA?!"

No longer stationary at her sides, Dorothy's hands found something to do immediately upon Coye's sucking. They grasped the back of his head, running her fingers through his hair silky hair as she pressed him even further into her chest, her supple breast flesh contorting under the weight of his head. She couldn't control herself- she loved this and needed more.

Coye was delighted to see her acting so naughty and rewarded her for her behavior by sucking at a continual, firm pace. He lavished that nipple in so much attention, licking it inside his mouth and twisting his head to attack different angles. The more she responded to his advances, the more daring he became. It wasn't long until he was sucking in more of her breast past the nipple, pulling away from her chest to watch her to stretch as he lifted his head, let go, and watched it jiggle back into place. This was greatly embarrassing for Dorothy, but she couldn't even care. All she did was push him back down and make sure her nipple was given further attention. She howled when all of a sudden his other hand came into the picture, groping her opposite breast and giving rough attention to its nipple.

Coye spent a long time on foreplay here. Dorothy was so into having her breasts and nipples teased that he just couldn't help himself. He swapped between them, covering every inch of her tits in saliva and kisses, he shoved his face between both and squeezed them into his cheeks, and overall he used every trick in his ever expanding book to light the fire inside her. Dorothy especially loved it when he was rough- encouraging him with her moans to do so. Something about having his soft, feminine hands squeezing her tits like an animal was so exciting to her, even more so when he dared to bite down. It didn't matter where he bit, but she loved it tremendously.

After several minutes of such treatment, Dorothy was losing control of herself. The wetness between her legs was more pronounced than ever before, her panties stuck so sticky to her skin she wondered if he'd be able to peel them off. She needed to try- needed relief.

Coye caught her hand trailing down between her legs, however, and he lightly squeezed on her wrist.

"I didn't say you can do that," he told her in a low, authoritative voice.

"I... I'm so sorry..." she gulped, shocked.

"We'll get there, just you wait."

"Yes, Coye..." Dorothy gave him a wide, sloppy smile the more he talked like he was in control. It was hard not to smile at that, but he wasn't done having his fun, and for another few minutes he kept going and going and going until the situation between her legs was absolutely unbearable. Dorothy was huffing like mad, her pussy crying out for any attention whatsoever.

Her breasts were squeezed together and Coye was roughly sucking on both of her nipples at the same time, mixing in little nibbles to keep her on her toes, but he could see the hunger in her eyes and the look of confused, horny terror on her face. If he kept going, she would've came with her breasts just like Suzette had. The only problem was Coye didn't want her to get off easy. He wanted this to be something she would never ever ever forget, and he was ready to pull out all the stops to make it so.

Releasing her nipples with a loud pop, he asked, "feeling good?"

"Yes... No...? I don't... Oh... w-what am I supposed to say here?" Dorothy's voice was a rambling slur.

"The truth might help get you where you want to go," Shayla advised with a smug smile.

Gulping, Dorothy struggled to think of a way to phrase how she felt. "I feel amazing. I didn't know such pleasure was even possible, and all you've done is mess with my breasts...! I'm so scared to know what else there is past this point, but..."

"But?" Coye tilted his head at her, looking firm.

"It's not enough...!" The words shot out of her more easily than Dorothy expected they would. "My... my pussy is aching so badly, and it's never done this before! Please, I want it to feel better! I need it to or else I'll go mad!"

Coye tried to contain his smile, wanting to appear confident and dominant for her but deeply pleased by the things she was saying. "Then I guess you better ask nicely."

"Oh, please," Dorothy winced, shutting her eyes and trembling at the thought of begging further. There wasn't any resistance, no mental filter to stop her from saying what she wanted to. "Please, Coye! You're the only one who can do this for me! My hero- my precious hero who always makes everything better...! I'm begging you, I can't... can't go on like this...!!"

Coye lost the battle with his urge to smile. He loved Dorothy so much, and he was beyond glad he put in the work to learn how to be dominant. She responded so well to it. Dorothy was easy to tease, hypersensitive, and his every word did unspeakable things to her.

"What do you think, baby? Think she's been a good girl and is ready for more fun?" Shayla leaned against Dorothy's forehead, giving the girl's sweaty brow a few teasing strokes of affection.

"Yeah," Coye agreed. "Don't worry, Dorothy. I'll make everything all better, and that's a promise."

"Oh, gods, thank you, thank you, thank you...!!" Dorothy shivered and watched as he swung his hips out from her own, inching away. His head brushed against the green translucent skirt of her babydoll, only for him to lift it up over her belly. Then, she noticed him staring at it and despite all the pleasure she felt her insecurities resurfaced for only a moment. "W-Wait- please, don't look at me there...!"

She instinctually tried to pull back the skirt down over her belly, but he lightly swatted away her hand. "When I tell you you're beautiful, I mean every single part of you, Dorothy. Even this."

To prove his point, Coye started kissing down the length of her stomach, basking in the delightful softness as he ran his hand down the opposite side and squeeze. He was groping her belly- something so embarrassing that Dorothy couldn't even process was happening- but the more he rubbed it and kissed, the more convinced she was he was telling the truth.

"O-ok... I'm sorry, I understand...!" Dorothy shut her eyes, unable to watch him as he gave affection to somewhere she had such strong feelings about, but if he really did love that bit of extra weight she had... then... he was even more perfect than she'd given him credit for.

Lifting up the skirt also had the side effect of exposing the green panties Dorothy was wearing beneath her baby doll. There was no gap between her thighs, especially as she mashed them together in a futile attempt to gain pleasure, but he could still make out a lacy triangle hidden in the contours of her pelvis. All it took to spread her legs was running his fingers down her inner thigh, lightly brushing them making her yelp and squirm. Now that he had a better look at her panties, Coye saw they were absolutely drenched.

Tracing the tip of his middle finger from her thigh up to the garment, he poked her puffy outer lip through her panties. "I can't believe how wet you are," he clicked his tongue at her.

"Oh, um, i-is that bad...?" Dorothy genuinely didn't know, her brain was fried at the thought of a man touching her down there for the first time. Just that little poke was enough to send a shiver of anticipation coursing through her veins. It wasn't the relief she craved, but it was a promise of more to come.

"No, not at all. It just means you're a naughty little Guild Mistress, Dorothy. Look at you, getting wet for your own adventurer."

"Only for you!" She squeaked out, unsure of where the comment came from. "I... I'd never get like this for anyone else, only for you, my hero!"

Coye's blood burned even hotter. Shayla was right, Dorothy was a natural at this and she wasn't even trying. "Because you want my big, heroic cock inside you?"

"More than anything..." Dorothy's lips parted and she moaned just thinking about it.

"Tell me how bad you want it." Coye asked, drunk on power.

"I... I want it so bad, Coye..." Taking a deep breath, Dorothy prepared herself for her unleashed thoughts to come streaming out of her. "I've never wanted anything so bad as to feel you inside me! You're so big and hard, like a true hero should be, and it's my place to do everything I can to ensure your needs are satisfied! I'm just a convenient outlet for my precious hero's lust, so please... d-don't deny me my purpose! Let my pussy serve you!!"

Coye stared at her in awe and Shayla did the same. Coye's cock throbbed at the insanity of her statement, unable to believe the person it was coming from. Shayla was turned on as all hell, as well. This show was so much better than what she was expecting and she was already rubbing herself as she leaned against Dorothy's forehead.

"I'm going to take your panties off now. Any objections?"

Dorothy didn't say anything, but shook her head. She was mentally grappling with the words that came out of her mouth. The more questions he asked, the more she understood she had absolutely no filter when she was turned on like this. She was prone to degrading herself and propping Coye up as some sort of godlike figure worthy of cock worship, and both of them heavily got off to it.

He took the strings of her panties and started slowly stripping them off her legs, the scent of female arousal stirring in the air as he undid the sticky seal. They came off and he tossed them to the floor, but her legs were now pushed together and he could only see the top of her bush peeking out from her hidden mound.

"Spread your legs." He commanded.

Dorothy was silent for several moments, initially making him worry that this would be pushing it too far, but she soon complied with a sweet sounding, "yes, Coye... Anything you say." Shutting her eyes tight to avoid having to look at his lustful staring, Dorothy parted her legs and exposed the puffy pink slit crying out for love and affection.

Not wanting to miss out, Shayla left Dorothy and flew over to Coye shoulder where she hung over it from behind. Shayla was glad that she did, because the sight she and Coye were looking at was phenomenal. Dorothy was gushing. Her chubbiness extended to her pubic mound, giving her big, fat outer lips that were smooth and hairless aside from the messy triangle above her clit. Sexual fluids dripped onto the sheets in desperation, giving Coye the impression that if she wasn't careful he would slide all the way back in one go the second he first thrust. Her labia were puffy and inviting, pink as could be.

Coye gulped. He would've had to be drained hundred times before he could look at a sight like this without falling victim to his deepest urges on some level. His confidence almost escaped him, and he struggled to not lose out to his excitement- but it was so hard. Dorothy's pussy was calling his name, and it looked like such a beautiful, perfect home for his cock and he wanted nothing more than to fuck it until it was swollen, gaping, and his.

"Gods, you're beautiful..." he exhaled, the word escaping him.

"I'll say..." the pixie agreed.

Dorothy forced herself to open her eyes and she looked at his face and even Shayla's. Both of them were transfixed at what they saw. Dorothy never knew it felt so good to be stared at like that- to be wanted by someone else with every fiber of their being. Even Shayla eye-fucking her the way that she did was more flattering than she knew what to do with.

"Y-You... um... You really think so...?" Her posture eased just a bit as she asked, relaxing further into the bed and allowing her legs to remain limp and spread as her pussy throbbed.

"Absolutely." Coye shocked her by lowering his hand, placing his fingertips just above her pubic mound before running them through her bush on the way to her lips.

Dorothy shivered and fought her reflexes telling her to close her legs, but she would not be doing that. Coye wanted her, and the easier access he had to her, the better. She allowed him to pet the exterior of her dripping pussy, crying out for him silently as she did.

He circled the tip of his middle finger at the warm entrance to her hole, wet sticky sounds coming out of her as a result. "You said you masturbate and play with yourself, right? How careful do I need to be?"

She didn't understand his question until she did, where her face somehow managed to become even more profoundly red. "I... I really only use a toy, but it's not one that goes inside... I mostly just keep it-"

"on your clit?" Coye punctuated his question by brushing his thumb against the area of discussion, sliding up her hood to reveal a little button eager for stimulation.

Dorothy gasped and her back arched just like that. How. She didn't understand it. How could Coye's thumb feel so much infinitely better than her magic vibrator? She'd spent years with that thing, using it occasionally, and it just couldn't compare to the actual contact with someone who loved her with all his heart.

"AH! Yes! YES!"

"Yes to what?" He pushed down on her clit, circling his thumb.

"Yes, I only use it on my clit! I still have my... my hymen...!" Dorothy admitted.

"No problem. You were gonna control yourself, anyway, right?" Shayla shot Coye an accusatory glance, to which he nodded back at.

"Just making sure."

"Good. Gotta say though, you really look like you having fun down there. Are you gonna cum for your hero soon, Dorothy?" Shayla asked.

"I... y-yes, I can't help it- Coye, you keep teasing me-"

"teasing you like this?" He sped up the motions on her clit, now vigorously pushing and petting her pleasure button without restraint.

"YES! Like that! Oh, gods! I'm-" she was on the verge of making it happen, and after looking at Shayla to see what she thought, Shayla nodded, wordlessly advised him to give her a little reward for making it this far.

"Do it," he ushered, not stopping his speeding thumb for even a second. "I want you to cum, Dorothy. cum for me."

Those words were all it took.

Dorothy didn't even know she was looking for permission, but after she got it, resistance was futile. Her body spasmed as pleasure exploded out from her throbbing clitoris, wave after wave of bliss circulating with every last move of his thumb. When he pressed down, she would arch her back, when he circled it, she screamed. Coye was inspired to tease and guide her through the first orgasm of their relationship, maximizing the pleasure and drawing out as long as he could until her body gave out and she became a sloppy mass in its wake.

Her vision was blurry and she couldn't see past her glasses. Her entire world was nothing but a struggle for air and a powerful sense of derealization that any of this was happening to her. She felt so good, better than she ever had, and... and it was still just foreplay, somehow.

When her vision started coming back, she saw Coye looking down on her with an adorable smile that made her heart stop still. "You're beautiful when you cum," he teased. "Did that feel nice?"

"Y... Yes..." Dorothy slurred. "I... I don't know how to express it, though... Everything is just so much right now..."

"You really needed this, huh?" Shayla smirked.

That got a weak nod out of Dorothy. "More than I ever knew..."

Then, she continued to stare at Coye. He was still hard, even though she'd milked two loads out of him. They kissed, he'd played with her breasts, and now her pussy. As far as she knew, there was only one thing that was left from here. It didn't scare her at all.

"Coye?"

"Yes, Dorothy?"

"I think that I'm... um... Ready... for you..."

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If Coye had ever heard anything as sexy as those words, he couldn't remember it. Then again, all the blood in his body was flooding to his cock leaving none for his brain. His hand found the base of his cock and he gave himself a squeeze, staring right at Dorothy's plump pussy. She bit her bottom lip watching him gently play with himself at the thought of fucking her, the wait torture.

"Are you absolutely sure?" Shayla double checked. "I don't want to butt in or anything, but I'm just looking out for you. It might hurt at first. I mean, it probably will. He's pretty big." She said, rolling her eyes upon noticing Coye smiled getting bigger at her offhanded praise.

"I know. I don't care. I've waited long enough."

Coye decided that before it happened he would tease just a little bit more. He leaned over her body, then laid on top of her, pulling her into another deep and passionate kiss- Shayla flying off to the side of Dorothy's head. Dorothy was surprised but welcoming, especially as he positioned himself so that his cock was rubbing against her still sensitive clit and down the length of her slit. The kissing and the rubbing went for a while until Coye broke it and looked down into her eyes.

She was lustful and passionate, drunk on her own ecstasy and want of him. If he asked her, Coye knew she would tell him anything he wanted to hear and that thought was arousing beyond measure.

"I want to hear you say it," he commanded. "Tell me how much you want me, Dorothy, and I'll give you everything and more."

Dorothy was so lost that she feared she wouldn't find the words. Fortunately, they came straight out of her. "Coye... I can only beg for so long before I break down... I... I've never needed anything so much as I need you, and I hate myself for having taken so long to realize that. Please. Please, stop wasting our time and make me yours. I'm... I'm ready to live forever with you, my sweet, precious hero."

Coye's eyes widened. His breathing grew heavy, emotions bubbling within him. He loved Dorothy so damn much and she had a point. Every second he spent outside of her body was time wasted. Time he wouldn't get back. That was all he needed to rear his hips into the air and pressed downwards into her waiting wetness. In one motion, Coye pushed his cock past Dorothy's virginity and basked in the joy of making the woman he loved for so long into his own.

Dorothy yelped at the sudden pain, but when she looked up to see Coye and how happy he was, it was impossible to care about anything beyond that. Her insides felt so full and stretched to the limit, even though he wasn't even all the way and yet. Coye had promised he wouldn't overwhelm her, but that was easier said than done now that he was inside of her pussy. He looked on edge again, like the pleasure was too much, but he had a fire in his eyes that made it look like he wouldn't give in anytime soon.

She wanted to give him all the pleasure she could provide, but even more than that, she felt so happy that he felt this way toward her. "You're... Finally doing it... You're inside me, Coye..."

"You feel so good, Dorothy... I dreamed about this for so long..."

Shayla smiled on the sidelines, doing her best to keep her interruptions to a minimum even as a stirring manifested between her legs at the moment of Coye's first thrust. She always felt invested when watching him do his thing, but the heavy romantic atmosphere and tension between the two of them made her hotter than usual.

"You don't have to wait for me or anything," Dorothy looked up at him and pleaded. "You can keep moving as soon as you're ready just... um... Can you do me a small favor?"

"Anything."

"Keep kissing me, please?"

There was no way Coye had it in him to deny such requests. He timed taking Dorothy's lips with a deeper thrust, forcing another two inches down into her depths and feeling the wonderful sensation of her moaning into his mouth. Dorothy's arms wrapped around his torso as pulled back and pushed forward again, digging and stretching her wider with every move.

Coye was under heavy temptation to pick up his speed and do his worst, especially after feeling the unique sensation of Dorothy's pleasurable hole. It was warm, unbelievably wet for him, and willing to please. More so, her tight tunnel had innumerable little bumps surrounding him on every side. He'd never felt anything like that before, but it was addicting. It encouraged him to slow his advance and dig around, ensuring he scraped up against as many of these little spots as he could.

Eventually, he had to service for air on account of how good he was feeling. After he did, he gave her the hardest thrust yet and reminded her, "I love you so much. Your mine, Dorothy. Mine forever."

"Yes... Ah- yes, Coye!" She replied. "I'm yours for as long as you want me to be!" Though still in pain, Dorothy was adjusting more with every passing thrust. It didn't matter if she was shy. Her body knew how to handle a man on an instinctual level, and she rolled her hips back and bucked up into his oncoming cock for the first time, earning a powerful moan from Coye and... Shayla?

"Fuck that's good-" the little Pixie fell on her back for a moment, getting loud enough for the both of them to hear her. Coye stopped his thrusting for a moment as he and Dorothy looked over at her. "Uh... Sorry? If I'm being distracting I can be quieter, it's just... Man, this is hotter than it usually is..."

"Shayla... you aren't by any chance in tune with what Coye is feeling, are you?" Dorothy asked.

"What? No way." The pixie scoffed at such an absurd suggestion. "Just because it feels good watching you get railed, doesn't mean-"

Dorothy looked up at Coye, wordlessly gesturing for him to continue with her eyes. Coye gave her a strong, passionate thrust to test the waters and right as he felt the apex pleasure of his movement, so did Shayla. They both made a noise roughly at the same time.

"SHIT, you feel so good Dorothy, I-" Shayla paused, realizing what she just said. "Wait a second, what the fuck?!" She freaked out a little. "Okay, I've been feeling weird all night, but... Fuck, maybe I really am feeling some kind of increased sensitivity to go along with what you're feeling, baby!"

"Huh." Coye smiled lewdly, testing the feature out by digging around inside of Dorothy and watching with a hint of sadistic enjoyment as Shayla made a bunch of weird faces almost like she was the one getting fucked. "This is fun..." he laughed softly, then turned to Dorothy and said, "sorry. This should be about you and me, but-"

Dorothy smiled and shook her head. "Don't worry about that, I find it fascinating to watch the Faelink between the two of you develop...! And, if I'm being honest, Shayla?"

"Um... yeah?"

"Well, we haven't known each other for very long, but I already know I owe you so much for helping Coye come into himself. The fact that.. um... that my first time can be shared with you like this in a way that also brings you joy makes me so happy I can't even-"

"Okay, I get it!" Shayla blushed and ruffled her hair in frustration. "It's a happy little side effect, now stop worrying about me!" Dorothy was starting to come off like a saint and it only made Shayla feel guilty, but Dorothy giggled in response.

"I'm going to get more serious now," Coye warned. "Think you can handle it?"

"Whether or not I can handle it doesn't matter, my love... I'm yours to do with as you like..." Dorothy exhaled dreamily, turning all of her attention back up to him with her glazed over eyes. "If you want to make love to me, do it, and if you want to fuck me into a puddle, you can... um... You can do that, too..."

"Fuck, if you say stuff like that, there's no way I can hold back..." Coye grunted and felt the pressure in his balls building, begging him to do exactly that. He pulled back and thrust hard, scraping up against as many of her bumps as possible while making a loud smacking sound as he bottomed out in her entirely for the first time.

Shayla and Dorothy both went breathless, but Dorothy couldn't believe what she was feeling. "Is... oh, Gods, is that all of it... y-you're pressing up against my..." She was shivering at the mere thought of what exactly he was doing to her. The arms wrapped around his back pulled him even closer, his face now pressed in between her chest.

"You think this feels good, wait until he actually starts," Shayla managed a teasing laugh as she felt the psychic connection deliver the latest batch of residual pleasure straight to her body. "What are you waiting for, big guy? Give it to her. Give it to us!"

"Fuck... fuck!!" Those words were all it took for Coye to give in to his desires. He was no longer concerned about being slow and gentle with Dorothy, at least not anywhere near as much as he was before. The time for soft exploration and gentle foreplay was over- it was time to well and truly fuck Dorothy for the first time.

As he started slamming his entire cock with reckless abandon, Dorothy discovered that sex was the best thing to ever happen to her. Laying here like this with Coye battering her womb transported her to a world where everything was as it should be. She could turn her brain off, do as she's told, and and everything felt so much better because of it. With her world reduced in scope, the only thing that mattered in it was Coye and making him feel good. She had to do more. make him feel even better.

"Yesss... So good, my sweet hero...! Can you feel the way my body is accepting you? Becoming yours? Squeezing and clamping in such a way that it never want to let you go? Oh... Oh, dear, it's too much...! I'm so lucky for the chance to serve your desires- to serve your infinite lust... I... ahhh...!!"

Dorothy met a significant drawback to her strategy. As much as her dirty talk increased Coye's enthusiasm, she also was getting off on it. She loved to put herself down and elevate him, and doing it well his cock was already ravaging her only made it that much worse.

In normal circumstances, Coye would've been able to tell she was on the edge of climaxing. He could barely think about anything else other than shoving himself inside her, however, so he missed all the cues this time. Instead, he kept hammering away at her as she reached her second orgasm of the night and it was so, so much better than the one before, which was already the best orgasm she had in her life.

Dorothy's nails bit into his back as he fucked her, she screamed, "COYE! AH!" But he didn't stop. Coye just kept going and going, extending her bliss longer with every stroke.

His release was also drawing near, but he was intent on savoring her body as long as he could. With his every thrust, Shayla felt an unmatched joy. Her thoughts were painted over by his, leading to some very confusing moments where echoed his sentiments and love for Dorothy. Her secondhand pleasure was so intense that she didn't even need to touch herself to feel anything.

"Dorothy... I'm getting there... Fuck, I love you so much..." His thoughts clouding over with lust, he trailed back into the same rhetoric as before, mumbling about how she was his and no one else's.

The hottest thing about it for Dorothy was she could physically feel him getting close to release. His cock throbbed inside her body and she wrapped her legs around the small of his back on instinct alone, keeping him thoroughly pressed as her hips rolled into his from below.

"You don't need to hold yourself back, my hero... rather... I don't want you to... I think you understand, but I can't really be called yours until you finish off, don't you think?"

"Yes... That's a good point..." He huffed in agreement.

"You need to mark me with your love on the inside... oh, fuck... o-only then will I be yours forever more!"

Coye's balls pulsated with need, receding into his body. "I'm gonna do it..." He exhaled through his teeth. "I'm gonna cum inside you so hard-"

"what are you waiting for?" Dorothy looked up to him, tears in her eyes. "I want to be yours more than I've ever wanted anything in my life. Do it, my hero. Please, do it for both of us...!!"

his eyes shut tight. His body seized. Coye unleashed his load inside of Dorothy, timing it with a kiss. He couldn't speak, not even to reiterate that she was his, he only wanted to show her that with his body and did so by shoving deep inside her with all his strength and keeping it right up against the entrance to her womb. There, his love burst out of him and filled her up.

His semen burned Dorothy from the inside out. It was so different to swallowing it or feeling it on her skin. Having his cum inside of her pussy felt right. Like this was the way it was supposed to be- like she was his. Her body spoke out by convulsing and setting her off again, putting her into an orgasm right alongside his.

And then there was Shayla laying next to her head, going through a profound and life-changing experience as these two lovers consummated their long-awaited relationship. Shayla not only felt an echo of the pleasure that Coye did, but an echo of his emotions. Coye loved Dorothy- and in that moment, she understood the depths of it and all those little reasons imprinted on her, changing and adapting to his feelings as they became hers to an extent. She came, too, of course. But the psychic imprinting was much more impactful at the moment.

Before Shayla could process her changes or Dorothy could wind down from her first sexual experience, Coye hungered for more. He wrapped his arms around Dorothy's back and suddenly pulled her upright, shocking her from the sudden movement.

"Coye?!" She mumbled, then gasped as his hands sunk into her bare ass. "What are you- AH!"

He'd started working his shaft in and out again from this new position, using his strength to bounce Dorothy's entire body on his cock. "You're mine now, and I haven't had enough, so I'm using you. That's okay, isn't it? You said that's what your for, right? I get to use you however I want."

Dorothy's pussy clenched around him, reinforcing his words as her neck gave out and she leaned into his shoulder, exhaling with pleasure. "Y-Yes, my hero, that's right...! I'm so sorry, I completely forgot... My body is yours now so-"

he didn't wait for her to finish her sentence. Instead, he started making the most of his new personal relief Guild Mistress and continually slamming his hard on into her body. He was angling her hips different ways each and every thrust, ensuring to keep her guessing and him finding new bumps as he familiarized himself with every last inch of his newest lovers most intimate parts. His lust was becoming ferocious and he didn't care about holding back in the slightest anymore.

Shayla watched his cock bashing inside of her from below, marveling at the ferocity Coye was using. Even more so than that, she was appreciating Dorothy's body. The way her fat ass rippled as he slammed down himself. The pale, milky tone of her sweaty skin, and so much more. The Pixie gulped. Dorothy was so pretty, and she deserved every last second of this.

Shayla was feeling guilty- she should've helped Coye do this to her the second they first walked into the Guild. They wasted a month without Dorothy, and Shayla was starting to feel like she had some making up to do to her. Biting her lip, she flew over to Dorothy's shoulder and marveled at the way her lustful face contorted in pleasure from Coye's ruthlessness.

"Seems like you're adjusting well..." She teased, running her finger in circles on Dorothy's skin. "You look beautiful when he fucks you, you know."

"Ah- w-what?!" Dorothy wasn't expecting a random compliment or a sudden fairy on her shoulder, and she wasn't sure which was more surprising. "Oh, um... t-thank you..."

"If only I knew..." Shayla sighed wistfully. "You deserve this, you poor girl. You've been through so much and I want to help you feel better, too..." She briefly looked at Coye for permission, and whatever Shayla had in mind excited him. He nodded and gave her the go-ahead.

The fact that Dorothy's first sexual experience was a threesome with the boy she loved and his fairy companion finally sunk in as said fairy inched closer to her neck and started giving her tiny kisses there on her sensitive flesh just like Coye had done. These kisses were much more different, thanks to the literal magic at work whenever Shayla's lips met Dorothy's neck.

It tingled her flesh, swirling with excitement and otherworldly desire causing Dorothy to call out, "AH!! I- W-What is this?! It's so... so-"

"so good!" Coye finished for her. Every time that Shayla kissed Dorothy, it had the unintended effect of making her tighten down on his cock. It was like it reverberated through her body, giving him additional pleasure. "Don't stop kissing her, Shayla!" He begged, addicted as ever to what he felt.

"Wasn't planning on it... As long as you don't have anything to say about it?" Shayla smiled naughtily at the girl, waiting to be told off.

"I don't... I don't know... This is so much, but... If my precious hero wants this to happen then I have no right to refuse...!" Dorothy rattled off. "Also... It feels really good for me, too!"

Satisfied, Shayla went back to what she was doing and sensually licked and kissed all around Dorothy's neck. She focused in on the spots Coye had already got, reinforcing them with extra attention, which only drove Coye to fuck her even harder and faster. From feeling unloved and all alone in the world to being ravished by her hero and Shayla at the same time, Dorothy was drunk on love and lust.

She soon came against Coye's persistent cock as he hammered just the right spot, strength leaving her body. She wasn't used to so much physical activity and had been having a hard time for a while now but the latest climax was what finish her off. She couldn't hold herself up anymore, relying solely on Coye to prop her up, which he did. He could tell her strength was fading and he endeavored to move even faster, his hands spreading apart Dorothy's ass as he rammed it down on his shaft and split her down the middle.

This intense second round ended in another spectacular creampie that filled the Dorothy well past her limit and gushed out of her tight pussy that stretched to hold his cock and cum. Shayla climaxed on Dorothy's shoulder from the residual satisfaction. The pleasure swallowed him and Coye reclined back on his bed, now letting Dorothy lay on top of him as Shayla fell from her shoulder and sprawled out by their side. Even Coye was exhausted, if not physically then emotionally. They laid like that for a long time not saying a word and just breathing heavily.

"I can't believe it..." Dorothy gasped, finding enough power to lift her head and looked down at the boy beneath her.

"What part of it?"

"All of this... this... really just happened to me. You came inside me, Coye."

Coye smiled at the thought. "Do you like it?"

"So much..." She nuzzled into his neck and he hugged her tighter. "I never knew I needed you as badly as I know I do now."

"He seems to have that effect on people for some reason." Shayla sat up and looked at the two lovers, grinning mischievously. "You did it again though, big guy."

Coye blinked. "Did what?"

"You came inside without making sure it was safe. Twice."

He looked stupefied for a moment before exhaling in frustration. "Gods damn it all."

Dorothy blushed. "Oh. D-Did I not specify that I'm on succu-bye...?"

"You shouldn't have to, this dummy should know better and ask!" Shayla went over to Coye and trying to give him a noogie, which proved a difficult when your fist was the size of a pebble.

Coye pulled himself out of Dorothy, much to both of their dissatisfaction and he rolled her on her side, embarrassed. "You know what it felt like, don't you? I was a little distracted at the time!"

Shayla crossed her arms. "It's always excuses with you."

Dorothy smiled at how cute these two were. She hoped she would get that close Coye, even though they already were. "Don't be too hard on him. Neither of us were in our right minds, ahaha..."

And so the coddling began. Shayla just knew Dorothy was always going to cover for him and have his back even when he made blunders, but all she could do was sigh. She supposed he deserved someone like that, given how everyone else always gave him so much sass, including herself.

"Whatever," she sighed and then flew over to Dorothy, laying across the side of her head like a pillow. This caught the girl's attention and she started a conversation.

"How are you feeling by the way, Shayla? Any developments?" Dorothy's studious mind and interest in monsters was shining through even now.

"Feeling pretty normal, why do you ask?" Shayla said as she tenderly caressed the side of Dorothy's scalp.

"You're looking pretty clingy over there." Coye smirked knowingly. "Are you sure nothing happened?"

Shayla caught what she was doing and suddenly stopped. "Okay, so maybe I'm feeling more than just an echo of your sexual pleasure and maybe some of your affection for Dorothy rubbed off on me a little bit. It's no big deal, you don't gotta treat it like one..."

"So you're saying you have a crush on Dorothy now."

"What?!" Shayla scoffed, rolled her eyes, and waved him off with a single hand. "That's a bit of a leap, dummy! I just... Think she's really pretty and nice and it's fun to listen to her talk and-" introspection hit Shayla hard. She paused for several moments. "Fucking damn it."

Coye and Dorothy laughed, but Dorothy was incredibly flattered. "Well, you already made it clear that you were a two-for-one deal, so I don't see how this changes much from my perspective, ahaha..."

"I'm sure it'll wear off soon..." Shayla shrugged.

"It's okay if it doesn't," Dorothy smiled softly. "I never would've thought I'd be lucky enough to win the affections of a fairy, so on top of everything with you, Coye I am a little beside myself..."

"Gods, your cute when you're like this..." Coye and Shayla uttered in unison.

"Damn it!" Shayla pulled her hair as Coye and Dorothy continue laughing at her.

Dorothy turned her attention back to Coye and brought her hand up to his face, stroking him softly as she gave him a tender expression. "I hope I was good enough for you, my hero. Did I relieve you enough, or did you need more?"

"Wrong thing to ask. I don't think I can never have enough of you. You were good, Dorothy. Amazing. I love every second of what we did, and I love you."

The way he stared into her soul with those bright eyes of his shining faintly in the darkness brought Dorothy's emotions to the surface. Tears of happiness threatened to stream down her face, but all she did was smile. "I love you too, Coye. I don't know if I'm ever going to get used to saying that."

"You will," Coye leaned in, giving her a soft kiss. "We have forever, after all."

She reciprocated and giggled in the aftermath. "You really mean that, don't you?"

Coye didn't say anything, merely letting his resolute expression do all the talking. It was a childish dream brought about by selfish desires, but that didn't make it any less real for him. Whether or not Coye could pull off such a ridiculous and lofty goal remained to be seen, but again, his conviction was contagious and she believed him despite the impossibility that laid ahead of him.

"Well... In any case, I wish I could keep going but if I'm being honest my strength is fading. I can barely feel my lower body right now."

"You're welcome." Coye grinned.

Dorothy smiled at his playfulness, giving him a kiss of her own volition. "Yes, thank you... I meant that in the best way possible. For now, though, I think I need a rest..."

"Hey..." Shayla spoke up, not wanting to ruin their moment but also needing to express herself. "Can I sneak in something real quick before bed? You were honest with Coye about the thing with his dad and the money, so I just wanted to explain where all of that came from."

Coye kept silent, knowing it was best if Shayla handled this herself. He nodded at Dorothy, giving her his permission to explore the topic.

"What do you mean?"

Shayla sighed and scratched the back of her head. "Look. There's no easy way to say this. When Coye was skeptical of you hounding him to buy shit, that was because of me. The way he talked about you- the kid was obsessively in love with you and it made you seem really scummy to me. For a while, I thought you were shaking him down and exploiting him."

A pit opened up in Dorothy's stomach. "Oh. I..."

"Shush. Let me talk." Shayla held up a finger and Dorothy quieted down. "There was a point early on where I should've passed that, should've realized that wasn't the case, but you know how pixies are, right? We're petty, jealous, vindictive... and as much as I sometimes hate myself for all that, it's still a big part of who I am. I had a stupid grudge against you until maybe a week and a half ago, partially because I thought he loved you more than me. I know, I know. It's stupid, I'm stupid, and so on, but-"

"Shayla, no one is calling you stupid." Dorothy interrupted and shook her head. Despite her failing strength, she sat up and extended her hand, implying for Shayla to stand atop it like she did before. This time, there was no hesitation. "I'm the same. On top of what you just said, I spent nearly a week avoiding Coye just because I was so stupid and childish I couldn't even understand I was in love with him... If we really just moving past that, then I don't care how you used to think about me. What matters is that the three of us are now open and honest with each other from now on. Well... Technically the five of us, but I, um... I suppose that's something for us to figure out tomorrow, ahaha..."

Shayla smiled uncomfortably and avoided Dorothy's gaze. "I guess when you put it like that, you were pretty childish too. It feels... weird how open and accepting you are to all of this, though. Almost like I don't deserve it."

"That's just the guilt talking." Coye reminded her.

"Maybe," she sighed. "If you're really willing to forgive me, then I'm not gonna-"

Dorothy leaned down, closed her eyes, and gave Shayla a kiss on her tiny lips. Shayla was overcome by surprise and embarrassment, Coye with the same along with an additional hint of arousal that was highly inappropriate given the context so he kept it to himself and smiled at what he saw.

"I forgive you, Shayla. Please take care of me from now on." Dorothy smiled nervously, her heart beating like mad.

If there was any doubt left over that Shayla somehow psychically inherited Coye's crush, she was forced to admit it to herself deep down at that very moment. Shayla's heart fluttered, her mouth was wide open in shock, and she felt like the meek little thing Coye was a couple of weeks ago.

"Y-Yeah..." She coughed. "Just... um... Remember who's in charge around here and... uh... something like that... and I'm sure we'll get along fine..."

"I might have to ask you become more more often means I get to see Shayla act like this." Coye started laughing.

"Oh, shut up! You just find it hot watching me kiss another girl, you little perv!"

Coye shrugged. "I mean I never implied otherwise?"

Dorothy giggled and Shayla rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I'm sleeping on Dorothy's side of the bed tonight- I hope you're happy!"

"Suits me just fine. Dorothy?"

"As long as she doesn't take up too much room, I suppose that would be fine..."

"I would expect that from him, but you? I'm hurt." The Pixie grumbled and everyone laid down together underneath the blankets. Contrary to her ongoing sarcasm, Shayla was pleased as could be and she was far from the only one.

Though it was still so surreal for both parties, Coye and Dorothy were together at last. This was their life from now on. There was still a lot they needed to figure out about the new dynamics of their relationship, but after so many rounds of vigorous sex and foreplay, even Coye was feeling tired. They snuggled up together, Dorothy surprised that he would take on a more submissive role as he slept. He cuddled himself tight to her body and laid at an angle that shoved his face between her breasts, but Dorothy didn't mind. He could do anything he wanted and she wouldn't mind. That was just how things were for her, and in that peaceful state with the boy she loved and his pixie nestled in her hair, Dorothy fell asleep and there wasn't anything stopping her from getting the rest she so deeply needed. No worries, no cares, know what if's... Only Coye.