Coye 6.4

Chapter 4 - Exploring Fantasies

It was hard for Dorothy to suppress her reaction to seeing Britni, even after she attempted to make peace. After everything Britni and her party put her through, Dorothy always felt mild panic when she was around. Then, Dorothy remembered they were here because they remained worried about Coye. She reminded herself it wasn't to start anything with her as she approached the stairs.

That didn't make it any less awkward, sadly. Dorothy didn't know whether to say something or to just politely move past them. Britni's glaring didn't help, but at least Coco regarded her with mild indifference. She was much more preoccupied with that tasty monster bones of hers. While adorable, Dorothy didn't get to appreciate the pup at work for very long as she felt Britni scowling even harder by the second.

Without the group there to protect her, Dorothy felt threatened as she stared into Britni's cold, surging eyes accentuated by heavy layers of eyeshadow and eyeliner. The look made her appear even more beautiful and piercing simultaneously, causing the poor Guild Mistress to swallow nervously.

She knew she had to say something, but Dorothy struggled to come up with anything for some time. "Ah. Britni. Um, hi...? If you were hoping to see Coye, Eschal is still-"

"We're not here for him," Britni interrupted. "We're here for you."

Dorothy panicked. Was everything Britni said before just one big lie? Was she secretly waiting to ambush Dorothy to get her revenge over being forced to apologize? She awaited the worst to happen, but Coco soon clarified.

"Here to help! Crowded upstairs, and people want to see you. Won't make it anywhere without harassment! Coco and Britni usually give desk lady harassment, but this time, stop it from happening!"

Coco hopped up on two feet, stuffing her bone into the inner pockets of her oversized puffy jacket. She had the same determined, slightly angry expression as ever, but Britni's face was more telling. She was mildly blushing on top of being visibly irritated. More than anything else, that convinced Dorothy this wasn't a joke.

"Oh," she mumbled, struggling to understand what was happening. "That's, um... that's very nice of you both to offer."

"Hmph," Britni was playing with her bangs, curling one large strand around her finger before flicking it away dramatically. "It's no big deal. Are you coming, or what?"

Wanting to avoid setting her off any further, Dorothy made a few steps forward to join her unlikely supporters before pausing and losing herself in thought. Already annoyed, this certainly didn't help Britni's patience. She snapped at Dorothy, just like she was afraid of.

"For fuck's sake, woman. It's not that deep! I'm just trying to help. If that's, like, too hard for you to wrap your head around, then-"

"It's not, it's not!" Dorothy raised her hands defensively. If Britni was trying to be friendly by some miracle of the gods, then Dorothy would take what victories she could get. On the other hand, her curiosity just couldn't help itself. "It's just that I'm a little, um..."

Britni sighed heavily. "The longer you mumble, the more I'm reconsidering being helpful, you know."

Knowing that wasn't an empty threat, Dorothy settled her nerves and got on with it. "Okay, look. I'm grateful you want to help, but I can't stop wondering whether or not Coye standing up for me was really all it took for you to just... start acting more reasonable, I guess? This is all very sudden."

Coco was more than a little curious about the sudden order to be nice to desk lady as well, so she joined Dorothy in looking to Britni for an answer.

Britni met Dorothy's gaze, fighting back her immense annoyance over having to explain herself. The truth was more complicated than Dorothy suggested, but Britni didn't want to let on more than she had to. She wasn't very experienced in expressing her feelings, especially not to weaklings who'd only recently gained a modest measure of her respect.

"If you must know, Coye doesn't have much to do with why I'm here. That's on you." She spat.

"Me?" Dorothy blinked, believing she must've misheard.

"Yes, you!" Britni put her hands on her hips and continued staring down the Guild Mistress before forcing herself to calm down a little and continue. "Just so you know, I still stand by, like, pretty much everything I said this morning. The stuff about hating you? True. I still do, for the most part, and it's for the same reason I said before. You're weak, and the weak only exist to be ground under my heel..." her tone was as cold as the icy winds of Midgard itself, but an unforeseen warmth made itself known as Britni spoke further.

"That being said..." she clenched her fist tight and averted her gaze. "I was taught never to question what I knew to be true, but... the way you riled up the crowd after rocks-for-brains and I rattled you? That gets a girl wondering if maybe- just maybe- there's a type of strength I'd somehow overlooked until now...?"

It hurt Britni to say this, even to consider it. Over and over again, the lessons of the Leiptr-Viking way of life were drilled into Britni's heart and soul. Through eight grueling years of soul-crushing training, her mind was beaten into a shallow facsimile of the girl she used to be. She'd never questioned a word of it- not if she knew what was good for her- but the funny thing about doubt was that it only took one shred of it to shake your foundations until everything you thought you believed in started falling apart, piece by painful piece.

Britni never would've thought it possible for Dorothy to stand up for herself the way she did, yet, that was precisely what happened. Was strength merely the accumulation of power as she was led to believe, or was it more akin to the fortitude required to press forward despite the odds and your fears? Maybe it was both. Maybe there were even more types of strength than just those, too. It got Britni wondering if her uncle and grandfather were wrong about strength, then what else might they have been wrong about...?

Interrupting Britni's introspection was Coco, who felt the need to chime in on the situation. "Britni's right! Desk lady talked well, and people clapped. People never clap when Coco talks... must mean you're a big deal, right, Desk lady- uh..."

"...Dorothy?" She offered her name in the case that was where she was going with this. It was.

"Yes, that! Dorothy has Coco's respect now. Won't give trouble if Coco can help it."

Dorothy smiled at the puppy's sudden change in behavior, then forced herself to smile directly at Britni as well. "Thank you, both of you. I certainly don't feel very strong right now, but... whenever Coye is by my side, I feel perhaps I'm stronger than I would be otherwise- maybe. I'm still unsure and figuring things out for myself..."

Coco tilted her head and wondered if Dorothy was talking literally. Did Coye actually make people stronger when he was around? Interesting. She wagged her tail at the thought of growing more powerful alongside him before she remembered Britni and forced her enthusiasm down.

Britni gave Dorothy a funny look. Finding strength in others was somewhat relatable, but it still confused her to a degree. "Yeah? Well... good for you... but before you go getting any funny ideas, just, like... keep in mind I'm not apologizing for anything. I might act a little bit nicer to you from now on, but it doesn't mean we're friends. Got it?"

Coming from Britni, those words were downright extravagant in their warmth and friendliness. Dorothy never thought she'd see the day when Britni would say anything even half as amiable. As such, she was overwhelmed by it and smiled softly. Then, her anti-anxiety potion worked a little too well, and something slipped off her tongue.

"I understand. That's just as well because I'm not about to forgive you, either."

The dark, stony dungeon grew quiet and cold. Coco looked between Britni and Dorothy in confusion, witnessing the horror on the Guild Mistress's face when she realized what she'd unintentionally just said. For her part, Britni remained unreadable, and Dorothy waited in anticipation over her inevitable breakdown.

It never came. Instead, Britni gave Dorothy the tiniest of smirks and shook her head. "Yeah? Good on you. I'll let you know when I care about your forgiveness." She laughed, but it wasn't without warmth. "Now hurry the fuck up. I can totally hear all those idiots stomping around up there, and I'm just hoping one of them has the balls to try and get in my way. I could really use an excuse to crack open a few heads right about now."

Surprised at what she'd gotten away with, Dorothy could only laugh and follow after Britni and Coco, saying, "I'd prefer if you didn't, but... I suppose I can look the other way if it comes to that. Just this once."

As she feared, a large group of adventurers and staff members were crowded into the lounge. Many of them lit up when they saw Dorothy, each of whom tried inching their way closer to mutter numerous apologies and halfhearted attempts to win her over. Dorothy was in the mood for none of it, and Britni and Coco saw that she didn't have to deal with anyone she didn't want to. They swatted these people away, manhandling the lot of them as they cut out a path to Dorothy's office. Just about everyone got the message after that, and the lounge started to clear up by the time they were done.

Dorothy went in, and Britni asked as she leaned against the wall outside the door, "Gonna be in there for a while?"

"No, only a few moments. I just want to check the financial reports on the betting. After that, I'll retire for the rest of the day."

"Well, hurry it up," Britni narrowed her eyes as she stared at Burkhart from across the room, who was giving a fictitious account of the first time he'd met Coye to a group of maids that visibly didn't give a shit. "I have other plans..."

Seeing where her Mistress was directing her fury, Coco started to scowl and growl at the big fat jerk, too. Dorothy decided it was for the best she didn't know what was going on there, so she closed the door and retreated further into the quiet refuge of her office. Today had been one raucous event after another, and stepping into a silent room like this felt like entering another world.

As Tammy promised, the betting reports were waiting for her on her desk. Dorothy pulled out her chair and stared at the leather seat, reliving the panic she had experienced two days prior when she tried rising from that very same desk. Some part of her was still afraid that if she sat down now, she wouldn't be able to get back up, but then she remembered Coye.

If he could face down the strongest adventurer in the Guild for her sake, it was comical to think she was scared over sitting down at her own damn desk. Thus, Dorothy did just that. She proved that her desk was only a desk and her chair only a chair. There was no problem getting back up again if she damn well wanted to. Satisfied, she scooped up the financial reports and scanned the documents over thoroughly.

Dorothy couldn't believe what she was seeing. Tammy wasn't exaggerating- they'd done crazy good. She never knew the people and adventurers of Cransmere could be so incredibly hopeless with their money, but it proved a lesson she wouldn't soon forget.

This wasn't a financial windfall. It was a financial hurricane.

Not only was their position now secured for quite some time, but there was plenty of gold remaining for experimentation and structural improvements, just as Gloria suggested. Emotions washed over Dorothy, surging violently as she continued shuffling through the papers, but the more she looked at them, the less they made sense. All the letters and numbers were illegible. Dorothy could only see Coye's name after a certain point. Every last one of these papers just said 'Coye, Coye, Coye' on infinite repeat.

"My hero..." she muttered to herself. "My-"

The door swung open as Britni suddenly poked her head inside and startled Dorothy into dropping all of her papers.

"Tammy's here. Brought some guests you might want to see. Assuming you don't mind?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at Dorothy's clumsiness but keeping her barbed comments to herself.

"Yes, that's... that's fine! Send them in, please!"

The door opened fully as Tammy stepped forward, and Dorothy finished re-stacking the paperwork and setting it off to the side. She wasn't alone, and two of Dorothy's housekeeping staff accompanied her. Specifically, the same pair of maids who refused to clean Auguris's room several weeks ago. There was Wiska, a mousy, fluffy-haired, timid girl with a slight lazy streak, and her bitchier, twin-tailed counterpart, Chelanne. When it came to people Dorothy currently wanted to see, these two were pretty low on the list.

"I'm digging the new bodyguards, boss," Tammy gestured over her shoulder to Britni, who rolled her eyes and closed the door. "Where'd you pick up the new hires? Can't help thinking they look familiar."

"Britni and Coco are, um... well, they're helping me out at the moment..."

"Boy, that must feel weird to say."

"You have no idea..." Dorothy sighed wearily before turning her attention to her guests. Both maids were fidgety and had problems looking her in the eye. That was something, at least.

"As for the two of you, I..." Dorothy paused when she noticed her hostility was steadily increasing. Looking at Wiska and Chelanne made her irritated. She was seriously tempted to say something mean, and for a moment, she almost did.

Dorothy forced herself to resist the urge. She'd presumably earned a modicum of respect from these people, and the last thing she wanted was to lose it by acting like the bitch they always claimed she was. She shook her head and calmed herself.

"I'm sorry, it's been a long morning..." Dorothy let out a long sigh. "Was there something you'd like to say to me?"

"Yeah, Wiska was going to say something, I think..." Chelanne nudged her companion with her elbow, continuing to escape Dorothy's gaze.

"M-Me?! This was your idea...!" Wiska squeaked.

Dorothy wasn't in the mood for this, which showed. Both maids noticed how irritated they were making her and that only made them feel more nervous than they already did. This got them to stop their bickering, and sure enough, it was Chelanne who got it over with.

"Okay, okay, I'll just come out and say it..." she grumbled, scratching her arm anxiously. "We're sorry."

"Really sorry!" Wiska forced herself to agree.

"Auguris still would've freaked out either way," Chelanne felt it necessary to point out. "But... we didn't think he'd go crazy on you like he did!"

"Yeah, he's usually not THAT bad!"

"So... we should have just cleaned his room like you asked..." Chelanne lowered her head and tried to cope with her guilt as Wiska did the same.

"Can you ever forgive us?"

"No," Dorothy said in a shockingly upbeat manner while smiling at them. Tammy raised an eyebrow at the boss while Wiska and Chelanne looked at each other in confusion over what Dorothy had just said. "My forgiveness isn't so cheap that I'm about to freely handed out, girls. If you truly want it, you'll be given many chances to earn it. Same as everyone else around here."

"Wait, that's actually the other reason we're here!" Wiska spoke up and took a step forward while twiddling her thumbs. Then, she looked back to Tammy, who nodded in encouragement. "There was, um... something we were already thinking about offering to try and make up for everything. Not just Auguris's room, either, but all the other times where we should've done a better job, too..."

"Oh?" Dorothy tilted her head with curiosity. Given how often these two proved a minor nuisance, it was surreal seeing them trying to own up to their faults.

"Well, go ahead, then. You currently have my undivided attention." To prove as such, she interlocked her fingers and placed her hands on her desk. Dorothy looked straight at her employees while trying to keep up stern appearances. At the same time, she was working against the part of herself that was dead tired and wished for nothing else than to pass out into blissful rest.

Dorothy's bossy act somehow intimidated the shy, blue-haired maid and caused her to hide behind her blonde friend. Chelanne rolled her eyes at Wiska and got on with it herself. "Okay, so, you already know the both of us suck ass at cleaning anyway, and you need more people working the front desk, right? We thought that maybe... well... y'know?"

"Wait. Are you really suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" Dorothy blinked. She'd wanted to find more receptionists, but this seemed almost too fortuitous. She looked right at Tammy, who only smiled somewhat smugly in response.

"Why not give them a chance?" Tammy shrugged as if it were no big deal. "They pitched their little idea to me, and I thought I'd at least have them run it by you. Figured you might want one last piece of good news before clocking out for the day."

Tammy was right about that. In light of such an exciting development, it was hard for Dorothy to maintain her strict, bossy persona. Dorothy regarded the two maids, judging them and finding that they apparently had the purest intentions. It was true that Wiska and Chelanne didn't make for very good maids, but on the other hand, they passed the admittedly low standards to become a receptionist.

Simply put, they were cute. Wiska was small, petite, and waifish in a demure way that drove some men mad, whereas Chelanne was taller and had an attractive, slender body with just a bit of youthful curves. Neither was the famed busty bimbo type that the Association preferred behind the front desk, but there was something Dorothy could work with here.

But if she made it easy for them, they'd remember it. Dorothy adjusted her glasses and swiveled her chair away so they couldn't see the growing look of excitement on her face.

"It's a cute idea, I'll give you that... but if you believe becoming a receptionist is so easy, then I'm afraid you have another thing coming. You must be taught how to fill out all manner of forms, take proper notations, address prospective clients, and so much more..."

"Please give us a chance!" Dorothy could hear Wiska getting closer, stepping out of Chelanne's shadow to lean slightly over the desk. "I feel terrible about everything, and I just want to make it up to you, Miss Whittle...!"

"I wouldn't go that far," Chelanne mumbled under her breath. "But... I still want to make things right, so..."

"I just don't know," Dorothy lied. "Tammy, any thoughts?"

"Why not give them a shot? I taught Suzette the ropes while you were out of it, and that went well. Wouldn't mind doing it again. Was pretty easy, honestly."

"Hmm. Is that so? Well... I suppose I'll give the both of you a chance..." Dorothy purposefully raised their hopes, giving them a chance to celebrate before she threw in and added a stipulation. "However, neither of you is getting the pay raise that would typically come with such a promotion. Not until you've made it six months and proved you can handle your new workload without slacking off. You've wasted plenty of my time, so if making things right is truly what you're after, it's only fair if you allow me to waste some of yours."

Tammy was impressed. That ballsy power move took Wiska and Chelanne by complete surprise. They now talked to each other in low voices, arguing about the details before coming to the same conclusion. Each was in agreement. Standing at the front desk talking to customers and adventurers all day was much better than making beds, doing laundry, and scrubbing toilets, regardless of the pay.

"We'll take it," Chelanne announced with little hesitation.

"Yeah! That's just fine by me!" Wiska agreed.

"Excellent," Dorothy smiled even wider, knowing they couldn't see her. "However, I want you both to know I'm not heartless. If you manage to perform exceptionally well during those six months, I'll retroactively pay you the wages I withheld as a bonus. Alright, girls?"

The two maids were enjoyed overjoyed by the prospect of making up the difference, especially when they already thought that was off the table. They both started to thank her and repeatedly apologized even further, but Dorothy cut them off. "Don't thank me yet. You've got a lot of work ahead of you to prove yourself, as I have rather high expectations of you. For now, please take your leave and expect to begin your training tomorrow or, ah... whenever Tammy is ready to take you under her wing, I suppose."

Wiska and Chelanne excused themselves, taking the hint and getting out of there before Dorothy could be further annoyed by their presence. Once Dorothy heard the door close fully behind them, she swiveled her chair around to look back at Tammy face-to-face. The Guild Mistress was wiggling in her seat in excitement, unable to contain her immense satisfaction. She jumped out of her chair and pumped her fists into the air, joy pulsing through her heart upon what felt like victory.

"I did it!" Dorothy exclaimed, nearly close to tears. "They listened to me! They really listened! Do you know what this means? No more reception desk duty for me, Tammy!"

"I didn't know you hated our time together so much," Tammy performed an exaggerated sigh and slumped her shoulders. "How enlightening..."

"Wait, no- that's not what I... I mean... I-" Dorothy panicked for a moment before realizing Tammy was only joking. When she figured it out by the hint of a smirk on Tammy's face, she smiled and wiped some of the sweat from her brow. "That's not funny. You're really too much sometimes, I swear..."

"I'll take it as a complement. Speaking of too much, I could say the same of you. That was pretty cutthroat of you there, boss."

"Well... as well-timed as their proposition was, I didn't want to let them walk all over me with their apologies... you, um... don't really think that was too harsh of me, do you?"

"Nah, I think it was pretty fair."

"I'm glad to hear it. And this won't cause you any trouble? You're sure?"

"It shouldn't," Tammy rubbed her chin and waved the question off with her free hand. "I do pretty well when all I have to do is talk to people. It's the note-taking and paperwork that drag me down."

Dorothy thought back to Tammy's performance earlier that day and nodded her head. "I suppose that makes sense... you performed wonderfully as our emcee, you know. Much better than I ever could've."

"I wouldn't count you out so soon. Not after that speech of yours, boss."

Blushing brightly at the compliment, Dorothy looked off to the side. "I, ah, I suppose... but I don't know how often I'll be able to pull that off, Tammy. I'll try my best to summon that energy level as best I can, but... still."

"Have some faith in yourself. You did it once, you can do it again." Tammy gave her employer a rare smile which encouraged Dorothy greatly.

Having Tammy's support meant a lot. Truthfully, Coye wasn't the only hero of the day. Tammy played an instrumental role, as well. If she hadn't devised that absurd betting scheme at that precise moment, the Guild would still be in a precarious financial situation.

"Thank you, Tammy... if there's anything I can ever do to thank you for today-"

"Don't fire me. Ever. No matter how little work I actually do." Tammy proposed suspiciously fast.

"I think that sounds about fair, yes," Dorothy grinned, nervously brushing some messy bangs out of her face. "Can I, ah... leave things around here to you for the rest of the day? I know I've already asked so much of you as of late, and it's all right if you're unable to handle the desk for much longer, but..."

"Sure. I'll handle things. Are you planning to go and get some more rest?"

"Yes," Dorothy admitted. "I was supposed to have a long talk with Coye and his, ah... his-"

"Harem."

"W-Well, yes, his... his harem..." she gulped, something about saying it out loud making her feel both apprehensive and excited simultaneously. "But something tells me that's no longer in the cards, ahaha..."

"Glad to hear it. You're not looking too hot." Tammy looked the Guild Mistress up and down and shook her head.

"I can't say I'm surprised," Dorothy sighed. It was only a little past two in the afternoon, and already it felt like the whole day was behind her.

"Want me to come and check on you later, see if you need any food?"

"You're too kind. Really. You can if you want, but... I'm fairly sure the moment I lay down, I'll not be getting up for the rest of the day..." she laughed a couple times at that, knowing how nice it would feel to take it easy and relax just the way Coye wanted her to.

And with that, Dorothy excused herself from her office. Surprisingly, Britni and Coco were still waiting for her, and although it wasn't necessary at this point, they escorted her all the way to her bedroom. They got a few strange looks on the way, but after Britni dropped her off, she gave the Guild Mistress a standoffish goodbye without actually saying farewell. Coco was nice enough to wish Dorothy a 'feel better soon', at least.

Dorothy entered her messy bedroom and locked the door behind her, immediately stripping down to only her bra and panties as she tossed her uniform and its many pieces haphazardly every which way. For once, Dorothy couldn't care less about how messy her room was. She was happy to have a chance to rest and hopefully not think about anything. She approached her bed, pulled back her heavy blanket, and dove beneath the covers, setting her glasses down on the nightstand and letting out a long, weary yawn.

The warmth and comfort that overtook her body were unbelievable- unmatched, even. So much had happened in rapid succession that her overtaxed mind needed to entirely shut down to process it. Dorothy imagined it would only be a few moments until sleep took hold of her, but as often proved the case, she couldn't have been more wrong.

Recollections of the day's events continually repeated upon her eyelids' blackness. She re-suffered the humiliation Britni had put her through, relived the passionate defense Coye gave her in front of the Guild, the fearless way he stood up to Auguris, the speech she gave, the battle, and everything he said about her to the crowd...

Dorothy could only toss and turn in an endless loop.

This wasn't the first time Coye appeared whenever her eyes were closed, but it was by far the worst occasion thus far. He was all she could think about. Sometimes, Dorothy would picture him giving a wholehearted smile with his innocent-looking face. Other times, Coye would wear that pleasured expression she saw on his face when he was grinding on top of Byng. Today, the Coye of her waking dreams was primarily the hardened, battle-frenzied Coye who fought for her honor and defended her- the version of Coye that was her hero.

As much as she wanted to avoid it, Dorothy's subconscious forced her to confront her feelings. She knew why she couldn't stop thinking about Coye but didn't know what to do about it. Though there was a looming talk about their burgeoning relationship on the horizon, that didn't help her now. It was probably for the best that they had time to cool off before then, Dorothy figured... but she knew full well she was lying to herself.

A big part of the reason her imagination was getting so carried away was that she was upset nothing had happened yet. Dorothy knew this, but it only made it all the more awkward. She didn't even know what she wanted to happen, only that she did.

Dorothy needed more, but more of what?

To help her better understand herself, Dorothy tried putting herself in Coye's boots. What did he want from her? Naturally, that only got her thinking about his promiscuous behavior. The grinding... the erection... the pleasured face... that was the sort of thing Coye wanted.

She gulped, sweating profusely onto her pillow.

What about her? Was that what Dorothy wanted to happen? Her heart grew heavier as she pondered that question, butterflies raging within her stomach. This was usually where she would stop her internal questioning and shake her head, forcibly ridding herself of all the intrusive lewd thoughts that plagued her incessantly.

This time, she didn't cut herself off. Dorothy forced herself to confront these strange thoughts and explore them. She owed Coye that much, didn't she? No... she owed him far, far more, and this was only the start...

Sex existed only in the abstract to Dorothy. She wasn't sexless by any means- she had an average libido. She occasionally masturbated, even owning an ArcTech vibrating wand she picked up as a little graduation present upon leaving Imperalis. The thing was that whenever she pictured naughty things in her mind, it was always strictly about other people. Never herself. Naive as Dorothy was, it was as if she couldn't even conceive of being the heroine of her own fantasies.

Yet, something changed as she continued to think of Coye in a sexual light.

"Coye..." she muttered his name, barely more than a whisper.

Dorothy felt her body burning from within, her sweating out of control. Breathing became a chore. Questions that'd never even occurred to her started whirling around in her mind. What was sex like? Was it better than masturbation? It was hard to imagine feeling better than her wand, but... it had to be, didn't it?

Dorothy's thighs started grinding together without her permission. She bit down harder on her lip, clenching her eyes shut tighter. She saw Coye in her mind's eye, looking so real it was like he was there right now. His presence made her aware of how idle her hand felt and how it twitched uselessly at her side. It wanted to be put to use, and the next thing she knew, her hand was caressing her breast over top of her bra.

"Ah...! That's... that's nice, Coye... it feels so fantastic...!" She mumbled to her waking dream.

Dorothy groped her chest, shocking herself when her other hand entered play and helped pull up her bra so she might fondle her bare flesh. For several moments she continued teasing her large breasts, which typically weren't even something she did when masturbating. Now, though, they burned with need like every other part of her aching body. She wiggled around as her fingertips brushed against her sensitive skin, yelping and cooing as she became more daring and groped with greater passion. Even her stiff nipples didn't escape her exploratory desires, and Dorothy was sure to run her fingers over them and give herself a few light pinches, too.

Before she knew it, it wasn't enough. One of her hands started trailing down her bare stomach before resting atop her panties.

"Coye, no...!" Dorothy protested in vain. "I've never... um... no one's ever touched me before...!"

Despite her protests, she continued acting out her fantasy. Her middle finger ran down the exterior of her panties, and she was shocked at the sheer wetness. Dorothy didn't remember ever having been this aroused, but it seemed natural, given how Coye was the subject of her fantasies. At that moment, she wasn't touching herself. Coye was.

Scared, anxious, and desperate for more, the inexperienced young woman rubbed herself through her panties several more times until the pleasure arched her back, and she fell flat on the bed. It wasn't enough. She was so hot- so unbearably hot. Dorothy kicked the blanket off herself and wiggled out of her panties, spreading her legs wide as her mouth hung open, gasping for air. She followed her hand down past her tasteful bush and ran her fingertip down her pink slit, only to purposefully pull away and witness thick, slimy strands dripping off of her as she did.

"Gods... I'm so wet... I... I need you so bad...!"

Dorothy was so ashamed of herself, but that only made it feel all the better when her fingertip sought out her clit. She imagined everything she did to herself coming from him and let it rock her everything. Dorothy played with herself vigorously, but a revelation came to mind as she did. It would be wonderful if Coye touched her, but it would be even better if he was telling her what to do.

What if he was here right now, commanding her to spread her legs and show herself off? Would he tell her he wanted to watch how she played with herself? Would it inspire him to play with that huge cock of his? What if watching her masturbate made Coye so aroused that he couldn't take it anymore? What if he pounced on top of her, eager to take her for himself once and for all?

Dorothy came. Hard. The overstimulation wrecked her body with delight, but this orgasm was unlike any other she'd had before, and Dorothy couldn't get enough. She kept playing with her clit long past her first climax, every new touch so powerful and overwhelming that it covered her mind in a blanket of lustful fog so thick she lost herself in the haze.

Dorothy's fantasies spiraled off in loads of different directions, many of them so perverse and foul that she'd have never even imagined them before. Sometimes, Dorothy was told what to do by Coye. At others, he did whatever he wanted to her without bothering to ask for her permission. Strangest of all were the times she envisioned herself sitting on the sidelines, watching Coye play with his other women. She wondered what Byng would look like while Coye ravished her or if Suzette would still look so elegant and beautiful while Coye fucked her like a cheap whore.

Dorothy was so far gone she didn't even notice the awkward implications when her subconscious mind inserted Tammy into her fantasies. At that point, she was merely along for the ride. She delighted in thrashing her clitoris to the thought of her closest friend being reamed inside and out by her dearest, most precious adventurer.

For as wild as the places her mind was taking her were, each fantasy helped Dorothy to understand one simple fact. She'd come to terms with the fact that she would do absolutely anything for Coye. He was her hero- and heroes deserved to be worshiped and treated like kings.

Dorothy would move the realm to give him whatever he wanted.

If her hero was kind enough to desire her body, it was his. If her hero desired other women, Dorothy would spread their legs for him herself, offering them to him on a silver platter.

Anything for Coye...

Anything for her hero.

"Coye... Coye... ahhhHHN!!" She shouted, her latest climax wiping out every last bit of strength remaining within her poor body as a thick stream of her sexual fluids trickled onto the bed.

Dorothy lay in a pool of her own sweat. Barely conscious, her body craved further pleasures still. She tried playing with herself even more, but it was to no avail. Her arm gave out not long after. Too exhausted from all the excitement and stress from the last few days, Dorothy happily collapsed after working through a sliver of her sexual tension.

She was so satisfied that it didn't even occur to her that she'd crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. Dorothy was in store for some powerful second thoughts about all this once she looked back on her actions and especially her fantasies, but that wasn't a problem she'd have to deal with any time soon. For now, all she had to look forward to were dreams of her hero.