ROUGH DRAFT - Coye 6.19

Christ this one took a lot out of me. This is easily three fucking chapters worth of material right here... I'll never apologize for how long I like my sex scenes, especially not when Dorothy has been built up for 6 books straight, but doing the drafts for it is draining even if I'm super excited to write the actual thing.

Probably not gonna immediately tackle the last 3 rough drafts I need to do like I said I would. My friend might have the draft for WGL 1.2 done soon and I might pivot to that to destress, and will do more actual Coye chapters if I feel the need. The last drafts shouldn't be this bad, this one was just... a lot. 

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The excitement in that dark little cabin was unbearable. Coye wanted to be touched. Dorothy wanted to touch him. Shayla wanted to help these two awkward idiots get it on but realized it was going to be a challenge if Dorothy really was naive as she believed she was. Luckily, Shayla knew just what to do.

"The next step is to obviously show him whatever it is you got under those cute little clothes of yours. Don't you think?"

"Oh, yes... I suppose that makes sense..." Dorothy nearly froze, giving Shayla cause to worry.

"This is going to happen a lot, isn't it?"

"Please be patient with me, but yes, probably..." Dorothy bit her lip and lowered her head.

"It'll be okay," Shayla patted Dorothy's shoulder and sighed.

"If it would make you feel better, I could get undressed first?" Coye offered.

Dorothy struggled to imagine what that would be like. "I... I don't think that what exactly make me more comfortable, but..."

"But you want to see it anyway, don't you?" Shayla grinned, earning another adorable round of Dorothy nodding at her. "Well, you heard the girl. Go on, big guy."

"Okay," excited at the prospect of stripping for Dorothy, Coye undid his belt and was about to rush forward before Shayla called him out on it.

"Don't rush these things, dummy! Slow down and teased her little. Get her in the mood!" Shayla wagged her finger at him.

"What?" Dorothy was already staring at Coye's unbuckled belt and didn't know how to take that. "I-I don't know about that... I think am already fairly in the mood..."

"You wanted my help, so let me do my thing." Shayla was stern with her and it activated the submissive instincts that Dorothy had been cultivating. She resigned herself to whatever was going to happen and Coye did as well.

"Sorry, I'm just excited..." He said before slowing down. He found the idea of stripping for Dorothy to be appealing. He didn't know when he would get over the novelty of being wanted by her. The only thing was he hadn't done much stripped teasing himself just yet. Thus, he thought to the times where Byng and Suzette did it for him and did an approximation same thing. While hyper conscious of her eyes on him, Coye drew his fancy tunic over his head and exposed his bare chest her.

Dorothy's eyes lit up at his feminine form. It was even better than when she imagined him the other day. His chest made Dorothy astounded by just how pretty he was. She never gave his Half-Elven beauty too much consideration until these days, but that changed just as abruptly as her feelings for him. Dorothy couldn't tear her eyes away. She kept staring, especially as his hands found the top of his trousers. They were laced to keep them from falling down in absence of a belt, and Coye lightly tilted his pelvis out as he did so, drawing massive attention to the tent he had waiting for her.

Dorothy bit her lip. His erection was so visible and powerful she wondered if it was possible it might snap through the fabric and come out to greet her. Very idea made her fidgety, and then even worse when his pants fell and Coye was left wearing nothing but his boxers. She gasped. She couldn't even see it yet, but he was so much bigger than she ever dared to dream in her fantasies.

Coye was feeling more courageous when he witnessed how interested she was in his body. He gave her a smile and she didn't know how to respond to it so she merely fidgeted.

"Someone staring awful hard," Shayla teased.

"What? No, I- I've just never seen one before, that's all...!" Dorothy rushed to excused herself but Shayla had other ideas.

"Why don't you play with yourself a little and give her a little preview, baby? Go on." She made stroking gestures with her hand and Coye was easily prompted into following her lead.

"Alright," he moaned, his hand reaching for his bulge. He grasped the outline and exhaled through his teeth. His cock was sensitive, his balls even more so. Just lightly stroking himself was enough to agitate them, but it also felt so good to do this in front of Dorothy. "Ah-" he let out a pleasured gasp as it became a lot to deal with.

"Oh, gods..." Dorothy breathed harder and harder. "Are you all right, Coye? Does it hurt?"

"A little... but mostly it just feels good... But that's probably because you're watching me..." He admitted.

"Really?" Dorothy couldn't believe him that her presence had such an effect. "I'm glad..."

"You can make an even more glad, you know," Shayla smirked with yet another naughty idea. "Tell him how much you love his body. Go on. Don't think I don't notice the way you stare at him."

Dorothy gulped and opened her mouth to say something, but it didn't come out of the first attempt. She had to force herself as she watched Coye stroke himself repeatedly. "I... I don't really know how to say this... But you're so... Cute... Yet, manly at the same time... It's really, um... Exciting... oh, gods..." She was trembling.

So was Coye. The excitement in him only rise and he buckled forward slightly mid-stroke thanks to Dorothy's commentary. "Fuck...!"

"Oh, no, I didn't make it worse, did I?!" Dorothy looked to Shayla hoping for guidance.

"You did, but that's the point, silly. He liked it. So what are you waiting for? Keep talking."

"I don't know what to say..."

"I think you do," Shayla was kind, stroking her shoulder patiently. "Tell the big guy what it is that you really want to see."

At that, Dorothy's eyes immediately turned to Coye's bulge. She didn't even mean for it to happen, it was purely instinctual. In that moment, Dorothy recognized she wanted to see it more than anything. But how could she say that? She'd never been so daring in her life before, but... She couldn't back down. Shayla was insistent that Coye would like to hear that, then...

"I... I want you to keep stripping, Coye... I want to see your... Your..."

Shayla tossed her another freebie, saying, "don't use penis. Go with cock."

"Ah..." Dorothy grew hotter at the mention of such a word. It wasn't something she never said in that context before. Yet, she understood why Shayla recommended she say it. It had such a weight to it that penis didn't have. It was powerful sounding. And judging by the outline in his boxers, it was a very fitting word for what he had.

Coye stared into her eyes, saying nothing as he continued stroking. He was waiting for her, and she could tell how badly he wanted to hear those words.

"Please, show me your cock..." Dorothy whimpered, her voice wavering but her intentions true. After she said it, she felt like such a dirty girl. It was almost as bad as the way she felt when masturbating to the idea of Coye the other day. The lewdness threatened to consume her. It was so intoxicating.

"Whenever you want," Coye found in him to tease a little as he finally shed himself of his boxers. He gasped as the cool air drifted against his heated cock, but he wasn't the only one who gasped.

Dorothy couldn't believe what she was looking at. It was huge. She also didn't think that the coloration was very normal, but owed the purple tinge his tip had to his unique condition. The shaft was impressive, and it curled upwards the way she'd seen some toys do. She'd only ever been in one sex shop, but the dildos she saw that day had nothing on the real thing.

"Oh, gods..." Dorothy covered her mouth out of embarrassment. "Is it always so big and fearsome?"

"It gets worse the more backed up years, but for the most part, yeah..." Shayla teased, enjoying how Dorothy gulped in response. "Don't look away from it. You see it, don't you?"

"How could I not...?" Dorothy trembled, her body growing hotter the longer she stared. She was drawn to it and wanted to get just a little bit closer unconsciously. As she did, Shayla continued to tease.

"It's so big because of you. He wants you, Dorothy. In every sense of the word. Isn't that right, baby?"

"Yesss...!!" Coye's voice was becoming whinier. He shut his eyes tight and Dorothy caught a glance at a thick trail of something or other dripping out of his tip. She knew what it was, but that didn't make its appearance any less surprising.

Dorothy was so overwhelmed that her body started to shiver. She wanted to say something, anything, but nothing would come out. She made the right call in letting Shayla stick around, as the tricky little Pixie continued to guide the conversation a long its natural and dirty path.

"You like it, don't you?"

"I... Yes... I do..."

"Good. You better, because it's going to go inside of you in just a bit."

Dorothy moaned as her eyes opened wide. "Inside me...?!"

"I mean, yeah? That's what you want to happen, right? If not, then-"

"wait, you're not letting me talk!" Dorothy got anxious and clenched her fists nervously. "I do want it, I do!"

"Hear that, baby?" Shayla grinned. "This naughty little Guild Mistress of yours wants you to shove that fat cock of yours inside her."

Coye was so overwhelmed by that sentence that he fell back onto the bed in surprise. "Oh, fuck...!" He whimpered, his cock was clearly pulsing for all to see. "All this teasing is making it worse, damn it!"

"Then keep going," Shayla advised. "Keep yourself worked up and I'll make sure you get taking care of!"

"Yes, Shayla...!" Coye exhaled through his teeth and started stroking his shaft again, this time a little harder. He couldn't get much relief because of how tender it was, but that was okay. That was what Dorothy was here for, after all.

Dorothy was overwhelmed by the sexual sight. Coye looked like he was in so much pain, yet he couldn't stop. "It doesn't always hurt him, does it...?"

"Only when he's this backed up," Shayla clarified. "Look at him, though. Fuck, he really needs it. Don't just look at the shaft, either. Look lower."

Dorothy did, and she caught sight of his aching balls that were the cause of all his trouble here. She was anything but an expert, but they seemed huge and swollen. Dorothy fidgeted, running her hands along her body as she stared. "I see them..." she whimpered. "His... his balls..."

"Can you just imagine how full of cum those things are for you? They are practically magic tanks of the stuff!"

"No, no way... You have to be exaggerating!" Dorothy trembled.

"You'll find out as soon as you go over there and squeeze a couple loads out of him," Shayla snickered. "But before that, shouldn't you show Coye how bad you want him? He already went to such effort show off to you, so-"

"wait, you don't mean..."

"Strip, silly girl."

"Ah..." Dorothy froze predictably. There were all kinds of things her neurotic brain told her to say in this situation, but she knew them for what they were. Excuse after excuse. If she vocalize them, Shayla would only put her down. Despite knowing that, her self-consciousness won out in the end. "I... I can't do it so easily... I'm chubby, and... Not very cute at all, and-"

"I knew it wasn't going to be that easy," Shayla sighed and rolled her eyes. "Okay, plan B. Scoot closer to him."

"Um, okay...?" Dorothy found this request much more reasonable by comparison so she did as she was told but was very threatened when she got there. Coye was looking up at her expectantly, and she was so close to him she swore she could feel the heat coming from his erection. "Now what do I do?"

"Oh, it's simple. Just reach out and grab the base of his cock." Shayla grinned.

"I- AH- I..." Dorothy predictably started to freak out, but noticeably her hand forward. It didn't get very far, but she was at least trying. "I don't know if I can-"

"please listen to her," Coye begged, his hips wiggling as he stopped his stroking. "Please, I need it... I need you, Dorothy...!"

"Me...?" She whimpered.

"Yes, please...!" Coye clenched his eyes. The anticipation was getting to him and Dorothy watched as his stream of precum continued dribbling.

She knew what she had to do and as embarrassing as it was, she lifted her hand and started lowering it to him inch by inch. It was so embarrassing that she had closed her eyes and bite her lip, but she was getting plenty of positive feedback to encourage her further.

"That's it, you're almost there," Shayla was giving her shoulder a reassuring amount of rubs. "You don't want to keep him waiting, do you? Just grab it, and stroke. One time is enough. You can do it, I promise! Say it with me!"

"I can do it," Dorothy forced herself to admit.

"Good, good... You're almost there, you're almost- there you go!"

"Oh Gods!" Dorothy yelped as she held on tight to Coye's cock. It was absurdly hot in the literal sense of the word. It felt like he was going to burn her hand. She opened her eyes, verifying that she was indeed holding a penis and not an iron tube of molten metal.

Then, she saw the almost drunken reaction on his face to being held. His mouth was opened wide, his eyes were shut, and it made Dorothy hyperfocus on the thing in her hand. It was unbelievably hard on top of being warm, but more than that, it was alive. The drool was now reaching the top of her hand as he continued to throb and writhe in her grasp. Dorothy had almost forgotten amid everything else that she had another goal here. She was supposed to stroke him.

So that's exactly what she did.

"Ahhh...!" Coye moaned heavily at her touch. She was barely squeezing him, but it felt like his soul was leaving his body it felt so good. Dorothy mistook this relief as something else and panicked.

"Oh, no, I'm sorry! I didn't hurt you, did I?" Despite her concern, Dorothy didn't take her hand away.

"No, it feels amazing...! I can't believe it, you're actually touching me...! I've wanted this for so long, and, ahhh...!!" Coye trailed off, unable to comprehend his pleasure and its depths.

"Look at what you did to him," Shayla smirked. "That's all you, Dorothy. It doesn't matter what you think about your body, That's the proof of how sexy you are."

Dorothy instinctively squeezed his cock tighter. The fact that this was all her fault blew her mind. "I did this?"

"You sure did, and who knows how many other boners he's had? Remind me again how many naughty dreams you had about Dorothy, baby?"

"It's- it's not that often!" He whined, embarrassed. "But, um... More than once...?"

"And that's putting it mildly," Shayla grinned.

"No kidding..." Dorothy observed, the twitching and throbbing of his aching shaft and her hands serving as all the proof necessary to his truth.

"So now that you know for sure, why don't you go and show him everything he's been dreaming of? What you say, Dorothy?"

Predictably, Dorothy had a lot to say. She just couldn't express it. She tried to push her insecurities to the side, then wondered how she would even start. She had even less experience stripping than Coye did, which was none at all. Dorothy didn't even know where to start, but she didn't want to rely on Shayla for every last piece eyes, so she took it on herself to at least try something.

Though she didn't want to, she let go of Coye's cock and missed it seconds after it was out of her grasp. That was all right, she was going to make it better for him. Her hand found the top of her white, black frilled thigh-high where it dug into her extra padding and with hesitation she started to inch the garment down the creamy expanse of her thigh. When she noticed how hard Coye was staring at her, she couldn't help but gain a little courage and peeled her stocking off past the knee and finally past her ankle.

It was such an innocent thing, but it felt so scandalous to her. She needed encouragement, and was slowly becoming self-aware enough to know how to get it for herself. She ran her leg down her thigh and asked Coye while avoiding his eyes, "there. It's not much, but it's a start. Do you, um, like what you see, maybe?"

"You're so hot," Coye responded on a primal level. He didn't even need to think about what he was saying.

Seeing that this helped motivate Dorothy, Shayla smiled. "I told you he like it. He'd like it even more if you kept going, though. Wouldn't you, baby?"

"Oh, gods yes... Please..."

Even more so than her embarrassment, Dorothy found a little amusement in his attitude. She grinned and said, "you're leaving me little choice here, Coye..." As she repeated the process and stripped off the opposite stocking, leaving both of her legs bare.

"Fuck," Coye instinctually grabbed his cock and started to stroke it lightly again. "I want those so bad..." He whined.

Innocent as ever, Dorothy tilted her head. "You... You want my legs? How?" She asked innocently.

His stroking became more insistent as he told her plainly, "I want those juicy, plump thighs to squeeze my face, and I want to kiss and bite them, and to shove my cock between them... There's so much I want, Dorothy, fuck...!"

Dorothy was blinking rapidly, her face overcome with flush. She looked over at the Pixie on her shoulder. "What does he mean by that...?!"

"it means that you being chubby is gonna lead to some nice thigh-fuck action one of these days," she teased. "You'll see."

"I... I have no idea what that means..."

"It means it will make him happy, isn't that all that matters?"

Without even needing to think about it, Dorothy knew the answer. "I suppose you're right..."

"You're not done, are you? The skirt and your top have to go. Your choice on what's next."

Dorothy wasn't against stripping the rest of the way, but doing so would ruin the surprise of what she was wearing underneath. Even though it was embarrassing, she realized it would be better to do them both same time. "Coye, do you think maybe you could, um... Close your eyes for a moment and not peek? I'd rather you see my, um, my surprise all at once... If that's okay with you..."

"I think I can manage that," Coye said, though he wasn't entirely truthful. His urge to see Dorothy exposed was sky high. Shayla saw fit to take preventative measures, and levitated one of his pillows to force it over his face. "Hey-" Coye complained.

"Just making sure you follow through," Shayla teased. "Go on, now."

"Thank you," Dorothy smiled at the reassurance and the backup. It was a little easier knowing that he couldn't see her, so Dorothy nervously undid her bow tie and painfully went down button after button of her fancy tank top, freeing the confines of her large breasts.

"Oh Shit, nice!" Shayla said with approval, earning Coye's sudden interest.

"It's not that special, is it?"

"It's more than special, it's great!"

"What? Can I look yet?" He asked excitedly.

"Not yet," Shayla teased. Then, Coye heard her whispering something under her breath to Dorothy.

Dorothy gasped at whatever was said, then said, "but... Oh, gods that would be so embarrassing...!"

"Would it really? I thought you were saying junk like that the other day in front of everyone..."

"Well, yes, but... It would be even worse here in this context! I don't know if I can handle it!"

"Going to clue you in, there. If you hadn't noticed, he thinks you're really hot when you're nervous and embarrassed."

"Oh. I... I suppose that makes sense... Very well, I can try..."

"You guys are making this really hard on me, you know..." Coye whined.

"Give her a second and it's going to get even worse," Shayla sounded proud of the fact.

Coye then felt further shifting around in the bed, making him excited for what was to come. The fact that he couldn't see only made things all that much worse. His patience was on the verge of breaking. Luckily, it didn't come to that.

"Okay, you can look now," Dorothy said, sounding anxious.

Coye ripped the pillow off his face and sat halfway up to get a better look at her. Dorothy was on her knees, her hands resting above her breasts as she presented herself to him. Beneath her outfit, Dorothy was wearing a dark green baby doll. From the chest fell a gown of sheer light green cloth with white frills at the end, and through the see-through material Coye could see a pair of dark green panties. It was the perfect choice of lingerie for someone like her. It was tasteful, reserved, yet inarguably erotic and left little to the imagination.

Coye was about to open his mouth and say something incoherent about how beautiful she was, but Dorothy wasn't done. She lowered her head and at Shayla's behest, told Coye, "I promise everything is going to be okay. I'm... I'm here to serve my beloved hero's every need, to make him feel really good and... and..."

"Say it," Shayla nudged Dorothy's cheek with her pointer finger. "You gotta say the whole thing."

Closing her eyes, Dorothy whimpered before completing the phrase. "And to make sure his balls stay nice and drained, because that's what my hero deserves...!" Her voice was barely a squeak by the time she was done. When she gathered the courage see how Coye took it, she saw his mouth was wide open and his eyes were glazed over with purest desire. More so, his cock seemed like it was throbbing at twice the speed. Dorothy didn't know if she was actually helping him or not at this point, but she enjoyed what she saw.

"I need you so bad, Dorothy, I-" Coye was on the verge of acting on his impulses again but Shayla set off yet another round of fireworks in front of his face.

"What was all that domination training you did with Byng and Suzette for if you're just gonna lose your impulses and pounce on her, huh?" Shayla chastised.

"Damn it, you're right..." It hurt him to admit but he continued restraining himself, reminding that the goal here was to take the edge off so he didn't end up hurting Dorothy.

"Domination training...?" Dorothy whispered to herself, unsure of what to make of that.

"You heard her, didn't you? She said she's here to serve you, so chill and tell Dorothy what to do. She likes that, don't you?"

"I... I think so," Dorothy forced herself to nod. "I can't promise I'll be very good at it, but I learn fast and what I lack experience I'll make up for in dedication and enthusiasm...!" Hearing that coming from the nervous, trembling girl was almost comical, but Coye knew she absolutely meant it.

Coye was already super stimulated and he needed any help he can, so it didn't take him very long to take action. Coye looked even closer at the beautiful woman in front of him, and with no hesitation, he spread open his legs and groaned as his balls shifted. "Okay," he muttered through his teeth. "Get to work, then."

His cock was yet again fully exposed to Dorothy and her attention was stolen by its presence. She gulped, imagining all the different ways she could get to work. Giving her free reign like that stifled her determination, however. She didn't know what to do. There were too many options, too many things she maybe wanted to try but didn't know how to go about it.

Shayla picked up on this problem and got on his case. "Be more specific, baby. She doesn't know what she's doing."

"That would be helpful," Dorothy nodded meekly. "I don't know how to please you, so... Any direction you can give me would help..."

Of course Coye had a thousand things he wanted to happen, but he was so aroused his brain could only think of the simplest answer. "Come back and keep your hand like you were before, please."

Ordinarily, Shayla would've teased him for being so uncreative. This was different, though. The simpler, the better Dorothy could adjust to sex.

"Yes, Coye..." Dorothy exhaled. It didn't prove very challenging for her, because she'd already done as much. She scooted back to him and grabbed his cock with more confidence than she had before. Given how she was awkwardly fumbling around last time, she looked to Shayla for advice. "Is there any special way I should be doing this? I want him to feel good, so..."

"Because of my size I don't really have much experience with giving him hand jobs," Shayla teased, "but the basics of any sex act are the same. Start slow. Watch his reactions. See what he likes and when you find something he does, start working it into your routine! There is advanced stuff like edging and delaying pleasure and teasing, but you don't need to worry about that right now. Just focus on giving him a good time and having fun along the way, you got it?"

Shayla's words gave Dorothy a confidence to give Coye a casual stroke, earning a delighted moan from his lips as Dorothy smiled. "Thank you so much for this. There's no way I could do this without you, Shayla..."

Shayla blushed and looked down at Coye who was enjoying himself even from the slightest touch. "Yeah, well... You can thank me by making him happy. Not that it will take much."

"Is that true?" Dorothy teased a little, running her hand up and down his shaft. "Does this feel good, Coye?"

"Like you wouldn't believe..." He whimpered. His cock did all the talking for him. Every other second was punctuated by incessant throbbing or oozing even more from his tip.

Seeing Coye in such a state was enough to make Dorothy overwhelmed with sympathy. "And how is the pain. Am I being gentle enough for you?"

"Yeah, it doesn't hurt too bad... When you play with it it kind of hurts in a nice way, like... ahhhh... If that makes sense..."

"It doesn't," Dorothy giggled. "But I'm happy for you all the same..." It wasn't getting any easier, but she was getting more into it. She watched Coye as he fell to further pleasure just from simple strokes of her hand, and it dared her to explore further. Her breathing grew heavy as did his. "I'll make it all better, my poor hero..."

"Ahh...!" He twitched in response to that, catching Shayla's attention.

"That's good stuff right there, keep it up!"

"What specifically do you mean?" Dorothy asked, eager to learn.

"I'm talking about the hero junk and your submissive servitude. Being sexy isn't just about what you do, or how you look. It's just as much about what you say!" Shayla was doing her best to pump Dorothy up, and for the most part it worked.

"Do really you like it when I talk like that, Coye...?"

"Fuck yes, but I won't know for sure unless you keep doing it..." He managed to squeak in a joke. His brazenness was charming to Dorothy, and it encouraged her to take things farther she grabbed him tighter, pumped him harder.

"All right, then. I'll show you just how good I can serve my hero." Dorothy told him. And that's what this was to her- serving. As she worked his big cock, she didn't get the same thrill that his other lover's did. She didn't feel like she was in control or feel powerful to have this level of effect over him. This was servitude plain and simple.

"Let me take care of everything, I know I don't have any experience, but I'm going to give my all to you, my precious, precious hero..." her voice was sweet as it reached lower and lower lows. "If there's anything I can do for you or anything that you want, all you have to do is say so and I'll do it."

"Anything?" Coye asked, trembling.

"Anything," she gave him a gentle smile and watched as he convulsed in response. He didn't even have any ideas that he wanted, but it was the mere idea of her willingness to please him that made him so excited. Noticing how exaggerated his reactions were getting, she wondered aloud, "am I doing good? How much longer do you think you'll last, Coye?"

"Probably not too much longer," Shayla assumed. "Once he gets into the groove of things is stamina is pretty great, but he always cums pretty fast for his first shot or two. He really likes being teased about coming too fast, for the record,"

"that's... That's not true...!" Coye whined louder, but his excitement betrayed him. Dorothy could feel every last pulsating sensation of his cock. Even so, she didn't have it in her to make fun of him. She wasn't that kind of girl.

"I couldn't tease you like that, silly..." Dorothy nervously took her other hand and grasped the upper half of his shaft, basking in its warmth before working them both intend. "There is no shame in letting go, Coye. It's my duty to serve you. To soothe you after every one of your adventures. You've earned this. It doesn't matter how fast you... cum... All that matters is that you're happy and that I can make you feel even a little bit better..."

"Oh..." The aching in his balls was agitated by both pumping hands and also by her gentle voice. Dorothy was lacking in skill but she was absolutely suited for this kind of role-play. Nobody could do it better. The fact that she was his actual boss saying these things made it even more arousing.

Dorothy had been studying him this entire time just as Shayla said to do, and she saw firsthand how effective her voice was. Furthermore, she saw that his balls were throbbing. Would he feel better if she touched those, too? She didn't know, but... A persistent voice in the back of her mind told her to explore. Find out what Coye liked. Double down on it and serve him well.

Given that she was an overly cautious person to begin with, Dorothy exercise great caution when testing the sensitivity of his sack. She took her lower hand while still jerking with the other one and lightly brushed her fingertips against his balls. They were huge and thick just from that light touch, overwhelmingly so. She could practically feel helpful they were. The light touch inspired him to moan even harder.

"These poor things. Are you going to be all right, my sweet hero? Just let me know if it hurts too much. Or... Let me know if you like this..." It was a risk, but one she wanted to take. Dorothy cupped the underside of his balls and gave them just the tiniest of squeezes. His reaction was immediate and he arched his back.

"Careful!" He whimpered. "But... It's good, too!"

"Yeah? Good. I'll make a note of it." Dorothy giggled cutely.

"You know, you were really cut out for this..." Shayla thought to herself.

"I don't know about that, I just want to make Coye feel good..." Dorothy blushed.

"Lean into it even harder. Trust me. Just say whatever comes to mind and he'll eat it up."

"I... I suppose I can try my best?" Dorothy hadn't been led astray by Shayla thus far so she ran with it. In between her strokes she would give his sack continual squeezes, each one drawing more adorable noises from him. "There, there... That's my favorite hero... you're getting close, aren't you? Just leave it to me and empty your head and your balls..."

Her hand job continued on, and the more she talked, the more her true nature started to unravel. It was like someone ripped off a muzzle that she didn't know she even had, and the words poured out of her.

"You're such an amazing adventurer, Coye, my little hero... I just know that any woman out there would be lucky for the chance to serve such an impressive c-cock like yours... And I can't believe the size of these things," she pressed her thumb into each testicle, watching him arched his back again. "Gods, I wish you told me sooner. It might've taken me a while to come to terms with things, but I could've been helping you with this so much sooner... I would've, you know... I'd have done anything to help you. You're just that special to me. Not that it would've done much- I mean, a cock like this...? I can't even fathom how many women it would take to fully drain it..."

"If there even is an amount that would do that," Shayla postured. "Suzette and Byng have tried their hardest but he just keeps going and going..."

"I'm not surprised to hear that at all," Dorothy cooed. "After all, this is my hero were talking about... And everyone knows any true hero is insatiable in their lust... I'm so lucky for a chance to worship you like you deserve, Coye... Um... Coye?" Dorothy snapped out of her trance long enough to realize what kind of a state he was in.

Coye had essentially gone brainless, and no one could blame him. The woman he was in love with for so long was jacking him off like she was born to do it and showering him in more praise than he's ever had in his life. He was on the verge of a tremendous release. He wasn't so far gone that he didn't try and warn her first, however.

"Dorothy... Almost... ah... al.. most...!!" but he was so incoherent she could barely understand him. Luckily his balls did the speaking for him. She felt them receding into his body and his sack starting to tighten. This broke her spell of service and she looked to her shoulder for advice.

"He said he's almost there, what do I do...?"

"You finish him off, obviously! Go faster, stroke harder, keep doing what you're doing but don't stop. Even when he starts, the key is not to stop! You don't want to pull off right when he starts firing, or else you'll ruin it for him."

Dorothy nervously swallowed. "I absolutely don't want to do that, so, um... Let's keep going, Coye..." She ramped up her efforts, squeezing his balls and stroking with all her might. She was less worried about him feeling pain any longer and more worried about pushing him off the edge. "Let it out for me, my hero. You're so close, so give it to me. Give me all that cum you've got boiling inside of you for me. Let out all of your feelings for me and let me make up for how long it took for me to notice my own! Cum for me, Coye please... Please, I- AH!"

"Dorothy!! ah! I love you, I love you, I love you-" Coye lost any measure of composure he still had left and was taken into such exorbitant heights that he could barely feel a single thing besides the pleasure of his orgasm. Her hand, though lacking in skill, was vigorous and finally gave him the relief he needed.

Shot after shot started barreling out of him, and it was beyond anything Dorothy could've expected. She yelped as the first wave of semen escape him, as it was so big and thick and long that it didn't match up with a single thing she heard about sex. Even though she was determined not to let it stop, she was briefly intimidated by the sheer volume and the intensity of his ejaculation.

"I told you not to stop! Keep going!" Shayla repeatedly bopped Dorothy's shoulder, helping the overwhelmed woman with what to do. "Harder! Faster!"

"There's just so much...!" Dorothy exhaled in protest, but true to form she wouldn't let it bring her down. She did as the Pixie commanded, and as her relentless assault continued, Coye's spasming cock emptied itself all over her. It drenched her face, splashing against her thick glasses and splattering all over her hair. As if that wasn't enough, stray shots exploded onto her chest and painted it white, his sexual fluid pulling into her cleavage and filling her breasts with warmth.

"Goodness-" Dorothy found the time to say in between shots. "Is it always so powerful?!"

It was starting to get gratuitous and it ended up striking a nerve with Shayla. She was irritated. "No," Shayla grumbled, dodging a shot that nearly nailed her. "I don't know if he's ever cum this hard before... You got anything to say for yourself, Coye? Were you lying when you said you love us all equally, or what?"

"Nooooo...!" Coye wailed, his climax starting to dwindle after what felt like an infinity. "I... I love you all, I promise!!"

"A likely story," Shayla clicked her tongue. "I'll give you a pass because of the whole Sylvan Shift thing, though... That's probably why he shot so much. That, and because of you."

"Because of me...?" Dorothy repeated in disbelief. She was covered in God's know how much of Coye's cum and yet it felt unreal to her in so many ways. She couldn't believe how much fun it was to serve him and pleasure Coye, to take care of his needs and show him physically that she loved him.

No wonder he wanted to live forever and do this until the end of time. Dorothy could definitely understand now, she was more turned on than she ever had been. Shayla hadn't told her, but aftercare came naturally to her. Once her derealization cleared up a little, she smiled gently down at Coye and continued her praise.

"You shot so much, Coye... I'm proud of you. Do you feel any better now?"

Coye was sweating up a storm and fighting for every gasp of air but was smiling as he did so. "It was everything I've ever wanted and more... Thank you so much, Dorothy. I... I love you..."

She wondered if she would ever get used to hearing that. Dorothy hoped not. She liked the way it made her heart beat like crazy. "And I love you, my precious little hero..." Saying it back was surprisingly easy. She'd come so far with recognizing her feelings that was only natural to express them. A question came to mind, however and she looked at Shayla.

"You said we should do two or three rounds before, um, the main event... Is that really necessary, still? He came so hard and practically bathed me in his semen..."

Shayla scoffed at the idea. "You got a lot to learn. Look back down." She pointed her finger at Coye, particularly to his cock. Dorothy saw then that it was still mind numbingly hard and throbbing as if her efforts meant absolutely nothing.

"Goddesses above and below..." Dorothy gaped. Some of the purple color had faded away, but that was the only evidence he was doing any better.

"I would keep going until you make it a notch less purple, but that's just me," Shayla shrugged.

"I don't understand," Dorothy's head was spinning. "He just came more than... than should be biologically possible."

"You're the monster expert," Shayla laughed. "Surely you know about the libido of pixies? Ugh. The tree I came from was gigantic, but somehow every inch of the damn fucking place managed to smell like Pixie jizz..."

"Right, of course... That makes sense..." Dorothy nodded along. Her mind was shot and for once in her life she couldn't recall monster trivia off the top of her head. His pixie dust addiction was making him more like a male Pixie, so the realm of biologically possible was completely out the window. His semen production was magic plain and simple and didn't obey silly rules that might limit normal men.

A few short minutes had passed since his first climax, prompting Shayla to ask, "how are you feeling down there?"

"Less sore, but... I still want more... I'm sorry, Dorothy." He felt ashamed over his needs, but he didn't have to.

"You don't need to be sorry about the way your body works, Coye. I'm more than happy to, um, take care of you for as long as I need to... But... I'm a bit curious about what we are supposed to do about all this mess..." She wiped some semen from her glasses and pulled some from her hair, then looked down into her cleavage. "It got all over the special outfit Tammy got for me...?"

"Tammy got you that?" Coye asked, surprised.

"Oh, um... yes... I'm not sure if I was supposed tell you but it was a good luck gift..."

"Tammy has some good tastes." Shayla looked at the garment in question through a critical eye and nodded approvingly. "Anyway, I can take care of the mess, and just-"

"wait-" The word taste brought an instant Association to Coye's mind. Knowing that Dorothy would do whatever he told him, he had to push his luck. "Before that, you should, um..."

"Yes, Coye?" Dorothy's tone was innocent, reinforcing her desire to do anything. "Don't hold yourself back and tell me whatever it is you like."

"Taste some of it before she cleans it up..." Coye asked, his face looking pitiable from such a request.

"Oh, um... I... I see..." The idea was so foreign to her that she didn't know what to make of it other than to get very embarrassed. She looked to Shayla, who shrugged her shoulders.

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

"Is that so?" Dorothy looked down at her hand with curiosity. It was covered in his white hot love and Coye had the most adorable expectant look on his face. She didn't have any strong feelings or aversion to the idea of drinking his semen, on the contrary, if something so simple would make Coye even happier than who was she to deny him his desires?

She brought her hand closer to her mouth, making sure Coye was watching intently as she extended her tongue and licked up a glob from her finger. Her eyes opened wide at the first taste. It was salty, with just a hint of sweetness is an aftertaste. It wasn't astonishingly good, but it wasn't bad. Moreover than that, it felt downright naughty to do so. Even more so when she saw how hard Coye enjoyed this simple act.

"Oh, fuck..." He shivered, his erection continuing to tremble. He couldn't believe he was watching Dorothy lick up his cum, of all people. She was just about the least sexual person he knew and having longed for her for so long made it all the more arousing.

"Don't just lick it," Shayla advised. "Remember. Use your words!"

Dorothy was catching on and was already starting to think of what she should say. She didn't know that men like having their egos appealed to so much, but found it rather cute the way that Coye liked be praised and talked up. Moreover, it was a talent uniquely suited to her. Dorothy spent so much time learning how to kiss up to nobles and wealthy clients, this was just a much more extreme version of that.

She licked up even more from her hand, then exhaled breathily as she told him, "it's so good, Coye. I'm the luckiest woman in all the realms to be gifted with the honor of tasting my hero's thick seed...!"

"That's good," Shayla praised her by patting her on the shoulder. "Adjectives are good! If there's anything men like, it's adjectives. Describe it more."

Dorothy rose to the challenge, flexing her creative muscles by ad-libbing even more words for the target of her affection. "Truly, it's so delicious... And so hot that it burns my skin... gods, it's all I could ever ask for... thank you so much, my precious hero... thank you for the gift of your cum..."

Coye's arousal was searing once again. "I can't handle it when you talk like that," he whined, his hand gripping his cock and starting to stroke. "It's so hot. So damn amazing. I need more attention, please..."

Proud of her work, Dorothy was quick to remind him. "All you need to do was tell me what to do, and I'll do it. I'm yours, Coye..."

To help, Shayla snapped her fingers and got rid of the excess semen from Dorothy, the bed, and everywhere else it hit. "You heard her, baby. The more you tell her what to do, the easier this'll get for her. What do you want?"

"I want you to suck my cock, Dorothy..." Coye rattled out, his voice trailing off into dreaminess. He said as much with no hesitation. He knew exactly what he wanted and he wanted it now.

"Oh, my... Is that so?" Dorothy was getting embarrassed again, if only because her thoughts on oral sex were underdeveloped. She didn't have a very clear picture of how that was supposed to go, but was eager to try. She nervously scooted closer, hoping that her advisor would have something to say. "I'll have to see what I can do, then..."

"Nervous?" Shayla teased.

"Not anymore than I already am..." Dorothy managed a small laugh.

"Chin up. I'm pretty sure you'll like this part, if you think about it in the right way."

"And what way is that?"

Knowing that Dorothy was a natural submissive, all Shayla had to do was paint it in the right way for her to become obsessed with the idea. She smiled mischievously then worked her vocal magic. "A blowjob is the most submissive thing a woman can do for a man, pretty much bar none. Even more than your hand, it's like your servicing him with everything you have. Wrapping your lips around his most dirty part and sucking the cum straight out of his balls? Getting to watch every moment of his gratitude as you work on him in utter servitude? Wouldn't that be amazing?"

Dorothy's jaw dropped and she felt chills tingle all over her body. She'd never thought of it like that before. Now that she had, it would be impossible to think of it in any other way. "Yes," she replied hazily. "It... It really would be amazing..." Dorothy's mouth was watering as she stared at his expectant cock, and then his flushed face that was begging for more love. Her love.

"My poor hero," she cooed as she descended even lower between his legs, stretching out her own and laying across the bed. "If that's what you want, then I will give it to you... These aching balls of yours still need my help, after all..." She brushed her fingers along them slowly once again, avoiding his shaft altogether. Then, without prompting, she brought her lips to his inner thigh and gave his smooth flesh a soft and sensual kiss.

He shivered at the sight of Dorothy between his legs, and even more so at her touch. Dorothy was working up her courage, kissing up his thighs bit by bit and slowly making her way to his groin. The closer she got, the more the scent of him filled her mind with even dirtier thoughts of submissiveness. It wasn't musky at all. Half elves sure had it lucky when it came down to it, but she kept that jealousy to herself as Dorothy finally came face to face with his balls.

"I'm here for you, my precious hero. I'm here to take care of these poor, thick, cum-filled tanks of yours..." She spoke slowly and deliberately, causing Coye to feel her hot breath on him. The anticipation was driving him crazy.

"Please, I can't handle much more teasing...!" He whimpered, desperate for her to get on with it.

"I'm not teasing, I'm being thorough. I have to, after all... these are the balls of the hero and they deserve nothing short of excellent care..." Dorothy couldn't have said where the idea came from, but passion overwhelmed her and she made the most of her impulses. Having just kissed her way up his thighs, this was the next natural step. She pressed her lips onto one of his heavy orbs, kissing it deeply and making him moan with ecstasy. It was made all the worse for him when she actually took it into her mouth and applied just a little bit of suction to it.

"Gods, Dorothy-" he collapsed back onto the bed, unable to sit up and watch her work.

"Good thinking," Shayla praised. "Other one, too."

"Yes..." Dorothy mindlessly agreed. She was already planning on it, and after letting his testicle pop out of her mouth, a pleasurable ache surged throughout Coye's body and he had no moment to recuperate. She repeated the process on his other one, down to the light suction and the popping motion.

Having gotten the sense that this might've been too much for him to bear, she started making up for it with slow and deliberate licks of her tongue. She covered his sack in hot saliva, soothing him with every motion. She had no idea what she was doing, but she made up for it in pure experimentation. Dorothy was trying everything she could think of. Her tongue drew circles on his flesh, she licked up through the center, side to side, even daring to lick up from his perenium which no one had ever done for him before- not so deliberately.

As she worshiped his balls, Dorothy felt herself falling deeper and deeper into a sexual abyss. Thoughts that weren't related to Coye and Coye's cock were leaving her mind to make room for more important things, like how lucky she was to serve him, or how perfect he was, or most of all, how perfect his cock was. This was her duty from now on. Attending to her precious hero's magnificent cock whenever he wanted... the arousal stirring inside of her was so hot and heavy it couldn't be ignored.

"Dorothy, please... Stop... Stop...!! This isn't enough!" Coye whined. It was getting too much to bear.

"What's wrong?" She pulled herself away, suddenly feeling down on herself for having messed up somehow. "Does it not feel good?"

"You're getting a little one track minded there," Shayla pointed out. "That can be fun when you're trying to tease him, but he doesn't need teasing right now. He needs you to suck him off."

"Oh, no... I'm so sorry, Coye... How could I have been so foolish...?" Dorothy wasn't even exaggerating, she was disappointed in herself for getting so enraptured that she couldn't pick up on the fact that he needed more. "I'm so lucky to serve you, I took it for granted... I'll do it exactly the way you want, my hero..."

"Thank you," Coye exhaled as Dorothy gave his aching balls one more kiss each and then firmly grasped the root of his cock with her right hand. "Oh, gods, thank you so much..."

"Don't thank her yet," Shayla pointed out. "You think you can handle this?"

"I've come this far, I certainly have to try, don't I...?" Dorothy said with a hint of determination. She could feel his knee pulsing through him and her own need was worsening by the moment. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if she didn't get him off again. Pleasuring Coye made her satisfied to no end. "But if you have any advice..."

Again, Shayla thought it was obvious she didn't have any advice when it came to giving him a blowjob. Not first-hand, anyway. Still, she had seen him get blown often enough to point her in the right direction. "It's really easy. There's like, no way you can fuck this up. Bring your mouth down, opened wide, make the right shape so that your teeth don't scrape, and take it an inch or two to test the water."

"And then?" Dorothy asked nervously.

"Then, you freestyle it and see what he likes!" Shayla shivered at the thought. She was so into this, and getting to play sexual mentor was very exciting. It made Dorothy feel like an instrument of her will, like Shayla was using her to pleasure Coye in her stead. "Remember, it's all about judging's reactions. The key here is to mix things up and keep him on his toes. Alternate between licking, sucking, stroking with your hand, bobbing your head up and down, and taking him even deeper. This is your first time so don't push it, but generally speaking the more you can fit in your mouth, the more he'll like it..."

"I feel so woefully underprepared for every step of this..." Dorothy was overwhelmed by the sheer depth of options she had with which to pleasure Coye. It was a brave new world and for the first time in her life she felt like she was the adventurer, setting off for new discoveries and seeing what she could make of them.

"If it makes you feel better, you're doing way better than I ever thought you would." Shayla gave her new friend a smile, which went a long way towards building backup Dorothy's confidence. "But don't take my word for it, Coye?"

"You're doing amazing," he said on command, as if it would bring him pleasure that much faster. "I love everything about this. It's so good. I know you won't disappoint, so please, Dorothy... please..."

His desperate calls for more were impossible to ignore. With passion in her heart, Dorothy steeled her resolve and told him gently, "all right, my sweet hero. You just lie back and I will take care of everything..."

And then, she descended. Her mouth was open in just the right shape, and she took him between her lips for the first time. Dorothy knew he was going to like this, but she didn't expect how much. He howled in pleasure, which astonished her. She barely even done anything and he was already reacting more positively than with anything else she'd done up until that point.

More than anything else, Dorothy was ecstatic to learn she had another powerful tool at her disposal when it came to taking care of her hero. The initial reaction spurred her on, and following Shayla's advice, she started to suck on his tip while slowly stroking up his shaft. Right from the get-go Coye started to ooze more precum directly into her mouth, which Dorothy found both surprising and erotic.

Shayla was watching with great excitement, but something was feeling very off here. She was getting antsier by the second. It felt like every time Dorothy did something to Coye, she could almost feel a sort of residual pleasure. It wasn't just her usual voyeuristic fetish, but something more... Given everything Dorothy had just said about their magical bond, she wondered if this was a further development of the Faelink. All she knew was that she was enjoying some benefits on the side and she didn't even need to work for any of it.

Dorothy was working her hardest to give him an inexperienced blowjob. She was making the most of every thing Shayla told her to do, cycling between actions while bobbing up and down. She even made sure to make lots of loud noises for him, especially after witnessing how it made him make more cute noises of his own.

Her best weapon continued to be her dedication, as every time Dorothy surface for air she would look down at him and tell him some new exciting thing meant to drive him wild. "You taste so good, my hero..." She said after a lick from his base all the way to his tip. "You feel so full in my mouth, Coye..." Pulling him even deeper in side, she gagged softly and pulled off. "I'm so sorry, my throat is meant to soothe you, but I still need more practice," she teased, making up for the fact by peppering his tip in little kisses.

Amid all of this relentless pleasure, it was scarcely a wonder that Coye can think for himself. Even more so that he had the foresight to show mercy at his sweet servant. "Don't... ah... Don't neglect yourself...!" He whined. "This feels amazing, but I want you to feel good, too...!"

"Oh, um..." Dorothy froze after removing his cock again, watching as the thick strands of saliva fell onto her fist. Making this about her all of a sudden remove some of her confidence. "But if I did that, I'd lose one of my hands to take care of you..." She said in reference to her left hand which was cradling his balls.

"I'll feel even better if you touch yourself," Coye commanded. That was all the convincing it took.

"Well, all right..." Dorothy acquiesced, removing her hand and snaking it down her waist past the frilly skirt of her sheer baby doll and dipping her fingers into her panties. What she found there was astonishing. "Oh, gods..." Dorothy didn't even know it was possible to be so wet. Her panties were ruined, her thighs stained with lust. She'd been preoccupied with Coye to the point where she didn't even notice what kind of a state she was in.

If she wasn't careful, she would slip a finger right inside her and that would be that. It was safer to stick to her clit, which is exactly what Dorothy did as she continued sucking him off. This went on for another few minutes, with Dorothy constantly twitching at her fingers at work and with Coye filling the air of the cabin with the sound of a beast in heat. Over on the sidelines Shayla was sitting on a stack of pillows, enjoying the new sensations her body was experiencing.

Her encouragement became less productive and more erotic. "Yeah, that's right, suck that cock harder... Show him how much you mean it say you love him..." Shayla whined, her hands switching between fondling her breasts and caressing her inner thighs over and over.

Whatever Dorothy was told to do by either of them, she did it without hesitation. She loved Coye and wanted to please him whereas with Shayla she trusted her implicitly. She proven as a great source of knowledge and over the course of the last hour Shayla quickly became one of Dorothy's most respected people. Especially because she helped her pleasure her hero even harder.

Dorothy recognized that Coye was reaching his climax yet again. She could feel him throbbing like mad in her mouth, and his balls were receding yet again. Thinking back to how big his orgasm was made her even more turned on, but it came with a pressing question that she had to ask her advisor. Regretfully she pulled away from Coye's cock and gasped for air, asking, "Shayla, he's getting close... What do I do...?"

"Huh? oh, uh..." Shayla had to shake her pleasure off in order to properly answer. She was getting close to a climax of her own and aside from chiming in every now to give Dorothy a new command that will let her vicariously live through her, she was keeping mainly to herself. "Shouldn't you know by now?"

"I am... I'm supposed to drink it, aren't I...?" Dorothy gulped, looking at the enraged, purple tinged cock had inches from her lips. The fact that it lingered there so close to bursting drove her wild with excitement and she couldn't help giving his urethra a little lick while waiting for a response.

"Yes, please-" Coye groaned and clutched the sheets below. "Don't force yourself, but, oh, fuck- it feels so much better to cum inside of a mouth than outside...!!"

"really...?" Dorothy took another mental note. "Then, I'll try my best for you, my precious hero..."

Unlike Coye and Shayla, Dorothy was decidedly non-magical. She knew full well that if he finished off in her mouth, there was absolutely no way she was going to be able to take everything he could dish out. It didn't matter to her. All that did was making him happy. With another surge in confidence, she sought to finish him off.

Dorothy thrust his cock back into her warm, wet mouth, this time fighting against her reflexes to fit even more of him within. Her hand was going wild and as much as she enjoyed the pleasure she was building for herself she brought her other hand back to continually fondle his balls as they screamed for release. Coye couldn't stand a chance at resisting.

He screamed out loud and his vision went blurry as everything exploded out of him in bursting waves.

To her credit, Dorothy guzzled every last drop of the thick seed she could handle. It painted her throat, shot straight down her esophagus and she didn't stop sucking or stroking for even a moment. She took Shayla's advice very seriously-that she shouldn't stop during his climax for even a second so that he could get the maximum amount of pleasure. Instead, she kept sucking, and sucking and sucking until she could hardly see straight and she was forced to finally emerge for air. Even that couldn't stop her. Her fist blurred as it stroked his spasming cock, earning further ropes from him time after time. It was even bigger than his first load, defying all logic. Her face and glasses were painted white, her breasts were glazed, and Dorothy's existence was swallowed by white hot cum.

"Ah- Fuck!!" Shayla had been pleasuring herself on the stack of pillows to the side, but without even fully touching herself she climaxed so hard it sent her reeling and she fell off. Dorothy was concerned, but she had to make sure Coye was done before anything else. At last, he had gone through his last few spurts and seemed barely conscious outside of continually gasping for air.

Dorothy wiped some of the endless cum off of her face and breathed for air herself. She looked down at Coye, who was completely glazed over. His cock had lost the purple tinged, thank the gods, but she turned her attention to Shayla, asking "are you all right, Shayla?"

"I... I don't know..." The Pixie whined, forcing herself to set up. As she did, some sparkling fluids exited her pussy and she struggled to breathe. "Things are starting to feel kind of fucked up, honestly... I was barely even touching myself and, I... I felt like his pleasure was..."

"Delivering some of itself to you?" Dorothy asked in a way that would've made her look smart if it weren't for her glasses covered in semen.

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

"You already have empathetic abilities," Dorothy pointed out. "But growing a deep connection to Coye is just part of your Faelink. Things like this will happen."

"You don't say..."

Coye had recovered enough from his orgasm to sit up and ask, "are you saying you psychically felt like you had a Dick and were getting a blowjob?"

"No," Shayla laughed and was quick to dismiss. "It wasn't that specific, I just felt really, really good because you were feeling good. That's all."

"This is so fascinating...!" Dorothy clasped her hands together, looking at the two of them in wonderment. "I hope you'll keep me up-to-date on any new developments from now on."

"Of course we will," Coye laughed. "You're the only one who can help us make sense of any of this. That, and you're part of our life from now on. Right, Shayla?"

"I don't know," Shayla crossed her arms and took on a naughty smile. She snapped her fingers, disappearing all of the messaging. "We still have to see how she handles the final test, don't we?"

"Oh, yes... I suppose I haven't truly proven myself yet..." Dorothy nervously agreed, her eyes drawn back to his still waiting cock. It might've been more manageable now that it had a few releases, but it was still begging for more. Rather, it was begging for her. "Do you think you have had enough foreplay, Coye?" She asked,

sure enough, Coye was sitting straight up and didn't seem to be held back at all. He gave her a lazy smile and said, "yeah, it doesn't hurt anymore. I think I'm ready to give this another try."

"Oh?" She tilted her head, not sure she followed along. "Try what again, exactly?"

"This," Coye said, and then took Dorothy by the shoulders, leaned closer, and pressed his lips to hers.

Her eyes opened wide due to the shock, but her body was much more receptive of the situation than it had been the last time. After everything she'd just done to him, kissing back was trivial in comparison. She closed her eyes and did what felt natural, enjoying the pleasant sensation of his tongue forcefully invading her mouth and stroking against hers. Her body got chills and she pulled him in for a hug as she kissed back, and it went on for who knows how long. As soon as he pulled away, Dorothy was left in a total daze.

Given how he'd just been feeling similarly for a while now, this role reversal struck Coye as ironic and he smiled at Dorothy as she gazed emptily at him. "How's that? Better, or worse?"

She blinked, regaining some of her faculties. "Um... Both kisses were nice, but... Context wise... This one was much better..."

"We'll have to see what you think of all the other ones I'm gonna give you," he teased, getting a rise out of her meek behavior. "Are you ready for the real thing now, Dorothy?"

"No," she said, lowering her head. "I'm more than ready. Just... Tell me what to do, or maybe even don't. Just do anything you want to me, my hero... And I'll accept you with open arms."

"You really gotta be careful what you wish for," Shayla teased.

"It's okay. I'm quite certain this is what I want." Dorothy forced herself to look Coye in the eyes and as she did, her expression was pure. She wanted to continue exploring sexuality with Coye and was ready to give himself to him in every sense of the word.