Coye Vol 3 Ch 6

Breakfast consisted of a hearty serving of sausage, egg and cheese sandwiches, golden hash browns, and a side of diced heartroot served with a sprinkling of roasted nuts. True to Suzette's cooking style, there was enough of each item on the menu to feed an extra person or two. Suzette served milk and coffee for drinks, and together the three people dug in.

Coye and Suzette learned that if Byng's seasoning was anything to go off of, all the food in Grurguhrohk must be phenomenally salty. The egg part of the sandwich had just about every type of salt in Suzette's cupboard thrown onto it and then some. Defying all logic, the saltiness wasn't overbearing and only heightened the contrast between savory cheese and spicy sausage. Finding out that Byng really could cook was a pleasant surprise, and Coye was looking forward to seeing what she could accomplish as the sole chef sometime in the future.

Unfortunately, everyone also became acquainted with Byng's lack of table manners.

Byng devoured food like it had insulted her personal beliefs, talked with her mouthful, and all drinks were downed in one continuous, messy swallow without exception. On top of that, Byng went through three cups of heavily-sweetened coffee, following each with a mighty belch unrivaled even by a man twice her size.

Suzette lost her patience. She tried to scold and instill manners onto Byng, but the attempt fell flat. The girl just wouldn’t listen, it was like trying to teach a fish to breathe air and then berating it for failing.

Even so, there was a distinct charm to the way Byng ate. Suzette had never seen someone so grateful for every scrap of food that passed through her lips. It was challenging to hold it against the girl when eating clearly brought her such joy.

The only one who had a less than stellar mealtime was Shayla.

Coye didn't have many opportunities to sneak her food scraps, not when dining with a group like this. Thus, the Pixie had to wait as the sounds of chewing and smacking lips filled the kitchen. She passed the time messing with the remaining scraps of fabric at her disposal, trying out new lingerie styles, and practicing her embroidery.

Once they were done, Coye looked on at the many remaining sandwiches still calling out to him. The boy wanted more, but he knew his limits. If he took so much as another bite, he'd be unfit to go wandering out in the woods. Neither adventurer minded the idea of taking some of the leftovers to have for lunch later on in the day, though.

Reclining in her chair and throwing her bare feet onto the table, Byng smirked and declared, "Well, short-stuff? Did I, or did I not tell you I could cook? Gahaha!"

"You sure did," Coye smiled in turn, wiping up his lips and chin with a handkerchief. "Thank you- both of you. Everything was amazingly good."

"Think nothing of it, Darling," Suzette downplayed the compliment but was grinning ear to ear. She rose and, from a drawer, took out wrapping paper to begin packing away sandwiches for Coye and Byng to take along with them on their journey. "I should be thanking you for bringing such a lovely guest to my home, honestly. This was... fun. Almost like I had a little family all to myself!" She swooned, passing the wrapped leftovers over for them to pocket away.

'Cute metaphor, but a little weird since by that logic you're fucking your mom and if all goes well, your sister.' Shayla observed with a smirk.

Coye ignored the crass comment, focusing instead on the warm, wholesome feelings Suzette expressed. "I thought it was nice, too," he admitted.

"Same!" Byng exclaimed, punctuating it with yet another loud burp. "I've been looking out for myself the last couple of years. Can't really remember the last time I sat around and ate with friends like this, y'know?"

The burp caused a scrap of egg to stick to Byng's lip, which was the last straw for Suzette. She snapped and allowed herself to invade Byng's personal space without her consent, dabbing at all the little messes the girl neglected to clean herself.

Once it was cleaned, Suzette let out a satisfied sigh.

"I'd love to have you over more often and cook with you so long as your hygiene improves, young lady," Suzette declared, a note of sternness creeping into her voice that made her statement a demand rather than a suggestion.

"Gah!" Byng flailed backward in her seat, only to tumble onto the floor like a drunkard leaning back too far. "I get it, I get it! We'll see!"

"Good," Suzette smiled, satisfied with the cleanup job. Coye had himself a laugh at Byng's expense- a rare reversal- and even Shayla was digging the positive vibes going on between everyone.

"Now, then," Suzette pulled her chair out and sat back down. "What sort of adventures will you two be going on today, hm? Nothing too dangerous, I hope."

"Actually, I'd like to know, too," Coye said as he looked to Byng, who jumped up and pushed her chair in, leaning over the table with her elbows.

"Hmmm, alright, alright, you got me. I guess I can tell you a bit about the plan now that we've had a nice meal and all that, yeah? Listen up..." Byng looked straight ahead at Coye, her amber-colored eyes sparkling with pure determination. "There's something I've wanted to do with you for a long, long time now, short-stuff..."

'Yeah, as if that wasn't obvious,' Shayla snickered and rolled her eyes.

"A-And what might that be?" Coye gulped, already on the edge of his seat.

"I don't really think there's a word for it in the common tongue," Byng thought aloud, tilting her head as she struggled to articulate. "I'll do my best here, so bear with me. There's this thing, right? It's called a Zurgarrah. Translated, it'd be something like... The Rite of Shared Hunting? I dunno, man. I just ate a linguaball- it taught me your language, but I ain't a scholar. Gaha! Point is, a Zurgarrah is kinda like half ceremony, half challenge. The way it works is one hunter challenges another to a two out of three hunt, and whoever wins gets to demand a prize of their choice from the loser!"

'Well played, you devious little gerblin...' Shayla smirked and stroked her chin, confident of where this was going. It seemed that Byng had this all planned out.

"Oh, my," Suzette explained, impressed by the colorful traditions of Byng's people. "That certainly sounds exciting. I take it you already know what you would ask of my Darling?"

Byng looked him over and smiled wide. Saying nothing, she licked her lips and stared for a few long seconds, letting a suggestive silence fill the gap in conversation.

"I might have a few ideas, yeah. But I can't say much more! You gotta keep what you want a secret, or else Kurhkakk, Master of Beasts and Arrows, won't bless our hunt!" She then added amid a menacing cackle, "And neither will Sherge..."

She looked at her audience for approval, but when Coye and Suzette showed no understanding of her references, Byng shrugged and moved on.

"Eh, whatever. Either way, I don't think you'd be too upset about losing. Heck, it might even change your life for the better? Who knows!" Byng said, brimming with excitement. The three cups of coffee were in full effect as she practically vibrated.

"My life's changed a lot already as it is recently," Coye looked down at his lap and thought about the challenge at hand. Byng had big plans here, and it was up to him how he wanted to proceed. Rather than keeping her waiting out of indecision, Coye was quick to make up his mind. "But I don't think I'd mind another change or two, probably..."

"Really?!" Byng leaned even further across the table, almost close enough to kiss him on the mouth.

The proximity made him blush, but her enthusiasm was contagious. Coye pulled away to protect himself from her scent and nodded. Determined to change, he told the Gengaggi, "Yeah. I'll accept this, um... this Zurgarrah of yours."

"Hell yeah!" Without a word of warning, Byng jumped up on the table, beat her chest like a drum, and thrust her fist into the air. Subtlety was out the window. Byng was too happy not to express it with all she had.

“Off the table. Now.” Suzette’s brow twitched with frustration. She responded by winding up a thick napkin into an impromptu whip and snapping it at Byng’s dirty feet, causing her to jump off the table and yelp.

“Gah! Sorry, sorry...” she apologized, leaning against the table for support. Suzette’s only response was a solemn nod up and down.

'Good call, baby,' Shayla crossed her arms and strategized over which side of this conflict she should take.

There was the option to intentionally sabotage Coye and ensure Byng claimed her prize, but as much as Shayla wanted to help her out, she didn't have it in her to not support her boy. She'd help him win, but one way or another, Shayla would also make sure Byng got what she wanted in the end.

As their witness, Suzette gave both adventurers a hearty round of applause once her irritation at Byng’s behavior lessened. "Anyway, good luck to both of you! You'll have to make sure you drop by and let me know how things turn out."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll be the first to hear!" Coye was about to get up and follow after Byng, who was already making for the exit, but she turned to face him and raised her palm. "Hold up a sec, short-stuff. Why don't you hang back with Suz' for a few? I need to do some stretching and check out my arsenal before we get going, and you were telling me all about that little problem of yours, yeah? I want you at your tippy-top performance, and I know I'm not gonna get that if you don't get a little relief, so..."

Before Coye could even blush, Suzette exchanged a knowing look with Byng. "Sounds serious. Leave things to me, dear, and I'll see that Darling's nice and ready for whatever the day has in store."

"Thanks," Byng smiled and scratched behind her head as she experienced a humbling feeling. "I, uh, kinda already got a little close to giving up the goods a bit earlier, gahaha... so... I thought it'd be safer if you did your thing. Anyway, I'll leave you to it! Have fun, short-stuff. I'll be outside whenever you're ready."

"It was wonderful to meet you, Byng." Suzette said as she waved the young girl off, even if she could take or leave the girl’s unrefined behavior.

"Same," Byng replied with a toothy smirk.

"W-Wait," Coye could barely follow along, but Byng was uninterested in hearing his opinion on whether or not he really did need some relief because it was evident that he did, even if he wouldn't admit it. Thus, she left the kitchen and then the store before he could say a thing in protest.

By the time Coye looked back toward Suzette, she'd disappeared from view, leaving him even more confused. "Huh? Suzette...?"

'Look down, dummy,' Shayla clued him into the beautiful milf who had sunk to her knees. She was now crawling along the floor on all fours, prowling under the table like the vicious cougar she was.

"Ah-" Coye almost jumped out of his seat from surprise, not expecting to see Suzette peeking up from between his legs.

"Darling," Suzette looked up at him with surprising sternness that seemed out of place given her general location. "What's all this about Byng 'almost giving up the goods,' hm? Did something happen? Well, obviously, since she knows about your condition, I assume something happened, but-"

"I-It was an accident," he whimpered, still ashamed of his behavior.

"It's alright, there, there..." Suzette rubbed his knees through his trousers, her voice becoming a gentle, supportive whisper. "You can trust me, can't you? You know I just want what's best for you."

'Best to just get it out there,' Shayla suggested. 'She'll be upset if you don't tell the truth.'

Coye caved from the pressure on both sides, sighed, and told Suzette the truth. She deserved that much, and it would help him come to terms with what had happened.

"Before we left, I tripped because of-" he paused, realizing that there was at least one part of the truth he should probably omit. Namely, the part that a certain Pixie had to play. "Um, there was a creaky floorboard... I fell right on top of Byng, and... well, she smelled so good that it made me really turned on for some reason... I tried to get up, but one thing led to another, and I-I couldn't stop rubbing myself against her..."

Coye's arousal resurged as he relived the embarrassing event in his mind. Having Suzette perched between his legs certainly didn't help his restraint, either. Soon enough, the boy was stiff, throbbing, and straining against his trousers.

Suzette was shocked. Not at Coye's erection- that was to be expected. What surprised her was that he really did find the sweaty smell of the young Gengaggi not only pleasing but arousing enough to the point where he couldn't control his urges around her. It wouldn't be proper to chastise him over this unusual fetish, not when he was already so embarrassed over it, but the temptation was there.

"Well," Suzette coughed, clearing her throat. "That... certainly is something, alright. What about yesterday? Were there any similar incidents after you left my company?"

"No, I was good the whole day after that..."

"Hm. That would mean that either this was an outlier caused by Byng and her unique scent or that you're due for a proper draining every other day."

"M-Maybe," Coye gulped and looked away. There were worse fates he could be saddled with. "I still feel awful about it, though... Byng said that it was ok, but... I just hate feeling like this..."

"Shhh. Just count yourself lucky that it happened with someone as sweet and understanding as Byng. I like her a good deal, Darling. You really lucked out finding this one."

"T-That's not really how it went. I just asked Byng out on impulse, and honestly, I used to find her annoying... heck, I was on the verge of calling things off this morning after she snuck into my dorm room and hit me with a waterskin arrow."

"Is... is that right?" Suzette tilted her head, finding Byng's method of flirting confusing. She thought it was no wonder Coye didn't pick up on her intentions after all this time. "Well, I suppose it's undeniable that the girl has her quirks... but I'm still proud of you for stepping out of your comfort zone."

"We'll see how it turns out for me," Coye smiled down at Suzette, who returned the gesture. "The last time I took a chance, it, um... well... went pretty good..."

"Indeed," Suzette giggled. "Before that, though... I believe you and I have some business to attend to..." the widow drew nearer from below, her hands running along his thighs up to his belt.

"Um, it's still weird to do this while Byng is outside..." Coye stopped her advance, looking away with red cheeks.

'What's the big deal? You do naughty stuff when I'm watching all the time.' Shayla said, which Coy found as a valid point.

On the other hand, Suzette stressed, "This was Byng's idea- need I remind you? I feel as if she has a point, too. If you don't take the edge off, you won't perform at your best, and that would just be asking for trouble. Besides... look how bad she wants this from you. You wouldn't want to upset Byng, would you?"

"N-No, this all seems like it means a lot to her..." Coye said as he shrank back, his aversion to conflict winning out over his minor anxieties.

"Exactly. So why don't you just relax a little and let me take care of everything, Darling?" Suzette urged, trying to keep her excitement subdued and remain motherly. She would've taken any excuse to fit in some time with the boy right now and was thankful for the opportunity.

At last, Coye relented.

"Go ahead, then..." he said, only for Suzette to unclasp his belt and whip his trousers and underwear down to his ankles by the end of his sentence. Suzette was raring to go no matter how hard she wanted to keep her composure.

Coye's insistent hardness rose to meet Suzette, dangling before the older woman's nose, no longer restrained by stuffy layers of clothing. She cooed at its sight, her hot breath bathing the pulsating man-flesh in savory heat just inches away from her wet, glistening lips.

"Here we are again," Suzette giggled, "Did you miss me, Darling? I missed you." She said, her eyes pleading with him for attention.

Shayla was satisfied knowing that Coye did not, in fact, miss Suzette. Last night, the boy was busy spending quality time with his Pixie- not to mention eating her out like a thirsting dog in a desert. Her sassier side only wished she could rub it in a little.

Coye looked down at the eager woman crouched in front of his cock, his breath growing heavier with every passing second. "I-It's only been a day," he said, trying to downplay the excitement running through his veins.

"You can deny it all you want," Suzette clicked her tongue, grasping the root of his manhood in her soft embrace and gifting it with a single tug. "But I can see just how much you need me down here..." she teased, closing the distance to present the boy with a slow, delicate kiss on his most sensitive spot.

Coye turned his gaze toward the sky and moaned both loudly and sweetly, the way Suzette had grown to love. He shuddered as the pleasure started to set in, and he told the woman what she wanted to hear.

"I-It's true... I really missed you..." he uttered, pleasing one girl and annoying another.

'Hmph...' Shayla grumbled.

"Good boy," Suzette purred. "Honesty is rewarded around these parts." She informed him, extending her slick tongue down until it met the red flesh of Coye's erect cockhead.

His jaw fell slack, and Coye wiggled in his seat, finding the pleasure entirely different from Suzette's first attempt just a day ago. Suzette was filled with confidence as she licked him and made him moan, and the halfway innocent feeling she used to have was lost entirely. Today, her composure was collected. It felt as if she knew what she was doing.

The reason for Suzette's sudden improvement? It had a little something to do with the woman's lack of sleep.

Yesterday, after closing down the shop and settling down for the evening, Suzette found herself reliving the events of her first time with Coye repeatedly throughout the evening. Her body, which had only just tasted its first true grasps at pleasure, yearned for more of his touches. Yet, Coye was a young thing, and she was much older without any real experience to speak of. How would she keep him interested in her?

The question plagued Suzette like a tumor until a radical solution occurred to her.

She spent the rest of that night re-reading many of the steamy romance novels in her collection, soaking in the experiences of the erotic protagonists and taking notes like she was preparing for a test. Oddly enough, many of her books seemed drastically different upon their re-read from what Suzette remembered. It was puzzling, but the vast increase in spelling errors and hermaphrodites did not interfere with Suzette's lesson plan.

With a mind freshened by filthy literature written for desperate women past their prime, Suzette was filled with vigor and was ready to act out every trick in the book to please her man.

She set to work with one such maneuver, licking from the top of Coye's urethra and down the bulging underside of his shaft all the way to his hairless balls. Once there, Suzette gave each sphere a tender kiss and then shocked him by licking a figure eight around them. This sensual surprise made Coye's cock twitch like mad, his voice trembling and quaking.

"T-That's... so good...!" He whined, basking in the delights of this new experience.

"Yeah? You like this, my sweet little Darling?" Suzette asked, licking and dragging her lips back up to his tip and giving it a nice, hard suck.

"Oh, yess...!"

Pleased with her results thus far, Suzette moved on and tried something else. She began to stroke the bottom half of his cock nice and tender like she was milking him while also alternating deep kisses on both sides of Coye's pulsing rod back and forth, never lingering for too long on one side or the other.

Suzette was no expert at managing Coye's stamina, but given how he was a quick shot for the first round or two, she did well in preventing him from going off. As much as she wanted Coye to cum for her so he could go and do his best today for Byng, right now, he was hers- this cock was hers. The very thought aroused Suzette, bringing womanly joy and satisfaction to course through her body along with an irritating yearning she knew she wouldn't have time to sate.

After another minute of slow, methodical teasing keeping a tempo as smooth as silk, Suzette removed her lush mouth away from the boy. Purring and giving him another long stroke with her saliva-lubricated hand, she praised Coye, "You're doing a wonderful job holding yourself back, Darling."

"Y-You're... ah... not doing enough to make me get close...!" Coye said, at odds over her efforts. The teasing she put him through felt beyond fantastic, and yet, it was deliberately lacking compared to the passion Suzette exhibited the first time she sucked him off.

Coye was in a mood where he wanted to cum, and he had less limited patience for teasing than he usually did. Dry humping Byng left him in great need, no matter how much he downplayed it and tried to act tough. If Suzette had wanted to, it wouldn't take her long to give the boy what he wanted.

Little did he know that it was all a part of her game.

"I'm well aware," Suzette bragged. "Are you upset, perhaps? Did you want... more?" Picking up her pace, the older woman bobbed her head halfway down his length, sucked down, and softly swirled her tongue against his impressive rod.

Suzette could read as much erotica as she desired, but it didn't translate into actual experience. Her gag reflex activated, her throat tightening around Coye's cock. Despite the uncomfortable sensation, Suzette gazed straight into his eyes and showed Coye her impressive dedication to improvement.

'Woah, now that's some good stuff right there... it must be really nice to feel that thick thing sliding down your throat, so big and hard you can barely breathe... hmph...' Shayla added, looking up from her attempts at fashion design long enough to appreciate the oral attention Suzette lavished on their shared lover.

Coye's toes curled in his leather greaves, his hands clenching the arms of his chair as yet another deep moan burst from his throat. "Yes," he confirmed. "Yesss, I want more...!! I... I want to cum...! Teasing me is just making things worse!!"

Suzette pulled him from her mouth, lapping up his words like honey as the loud popping sound echoed into the kitchen.

"That's the point, you silly boy..." she insisted, making the point even more explicit by dragging the soft tips of all ten of her fingers across the surface of his sensitive flesh. Then, running along every inch of his throbbing veins until congregating on Coye's needy tip, her thumbs met at the frenulum and rubbed it in tandem. "I intend on pushing you farther and farther until you just can't hold it in, Darling. We want you to be able to focus for the rest of the day. Otherwise, you might lose this challenge that Byng is oh so excited about. You don't want to upset her, do you?"

"N-No!" Coye barked. "I don't want to upset Byng...! I just... ahh...!"

"Good boy," Suzette repeated the magic words, earning a series of thrilling chills running down Coye's spine. She was also working through her own chills, loving the surge of power she received from having Coye at her complete and total mercy. Even so, she knew that it wasn't the time to draw things out for too long.

Today wasn't about her- Suzette was merely providing a service that just so happened to also serve as fuel for the fires of her own lust. Being of use and toying with the boy along the way felt gratifying, too, in its own way.

For another three minutes, Suzette set about her duty. Dancing a delicate dance of careful kisses, tender licks, soothing and steady hand motions, and well-placed sucks right when Coye needed them the most, the boy was on the verge of a mighty release. His moans, throbbing balls, and sloppy face indicated it would be a climax for the ages. Suzette only hoped he'd be able to stand after this, hoping she didn't go too far.

Before things got even further out of hand, Suzette gasped for air after another attempt at deep-throating and asked in her low, husky voice, "Are you about ready, my sweet, sweet little man?"

It wasn't even a question. Coye nodded with relentless abandon. "Yes, yes, yesss...! I... I can't take this anymore...!"

"I thought as much," Suzette giggled, pleased with her work. "Where would you like to finish, Darling? Hm?" She asked, still holding the base of his cock nice and tight to prevent him from blowing his load off of pure excitement.

'Oooh, kinky...' Shayla raised an eyebrow and put away her work, deciding she was interested in at least watching the finale.

"W-What do you mean?" Coye paused, his mind clouded with erotic fog. Shayla had never asked him where he wanted to cum, meaning he didn't know that other options existed beyond just doing it wherever it happened.

The implications, though... those excited him.

Although the books in Suzette's collection were mainly written with a female reader in mind, she saw the importance of skimming a few books from her store shelves geared towards men. The idea was to see what sort of things men liked, and one recurring thing that showed up often enough throughout the pages of Dungeon Sluts 12: A Feast for Cunts was the act of men just adoring the idea of marking what was 'theirs.'

Suzette wanted to offer as much as her new lover with this knowledge in mind. After all, Coye had already claimed her womb and painted it white with his seed, so he might as well mark her like a feral Beastwoman while he was at it.

"I mean that you can cum anywhere you want to. I don't mind whether you want to let it go and spray your thick load all over my face, right into my cleavage, or even down my throat again..."

"Oh, Gods... really?" Coye's cock pulsed predictable as he imagined the possibility. He whimpered as Suzette squeezed his base even tighter, preventing his impending orgasm just a bit longer.

"Of course, Darling. I mean it, anywhere at all... so long as you beg me for it."

'Figures,' Shayla smirked, having seen this coming from a mile away.

Coye was already so close to release that he didn't have it in him to struggle or plead. There was no pride left in him. He needed what he needed, and that was that.

"Ahh!! Please, please let me cummm...! I need it so baaad, and... and Byng is waiting for me...!"

"I'm well aware," Suzette said, brushing the bangs out of her face in case that was the path he chose. "So you'd best make a good case for yourself, young man."

Coye squirmed, unsure of how else he could argue for the right to cum. "Please," he whined. "I-I don't even know what to say...! I just... want to cum so bad that it's all I can think about! Suzette, please... please!!"

Suzette gave him a moment of silence to increase the tension before letting out a sigh and shaking her head. She didn't intend to keep him on edge for long. It was only one last little tease.

"Hmmm, alright. You've proved yourself pitiful enough, I suppose. Now the only question is where you would like it, Darling?" From her position of power, the woman giggled and loosened her grip on Coye's shaft ever so slightly.

Albeit in no state of mind to be thinking in general, Coye closed his eyes and made a split-second decision. Images from the night before flooded his mind. He saw Shayla's entire face coated in his thick semen and remembered the rush and the thrill it was to see her like that.

Why wouldn't he want to experience the same thing with Suzette?

Shayla also shared the same feeling and even helped to encourage him. If he was going to finish, she figured he might as well do so in style. 'Why not mark her, baby? Go on, cover that pretty face of hers in your cum!'

This push was all it took for him to cave.

"Y-Your face...!" Coye whined, bucking his hips forward. "I want to cum on your face!"

Suzette sighed, even though she was the one who gave him the option. "Of course you'd choose the most difficult option, wouldn't you? Oh, well. I can't find it in me to deny you. Not when you went and demanded it of me in such a cute, pathetic way..."

More than ready to take one for the team, Suzette took hold of Coye's cock, angled it at her face, and started to jerk it with all her strength. Since her shoulder pain had cleared up, she could really put her back into it and stroke like never before.

As Coye unleashed volleys of his rich, burning semen, the resulting load was momentous to behold. He coated the surface of Suzette's beautiful face in thick rivulets of cum as he moaned at the top of his shaky voice. Far from deterred, the woman continued to jerk, stroke, and caress him through his intense climax until his cock started dry-kicking and even well past that.

By the time it was over, Coye was lost amid hazy relief. A wide grin sat on his face, a glazed-over look in his eyes. He really needed this, Suzette thought, wondering how bad things must have gotten with Byng to have made him so on edge. Regardless, Suzette looked upon him and was proud of her work. Whoever said that you couldn't pick up skills applicable in real-life from erotic material?

To finish things off, Suzette went about the quick task of licking him clean, savoring the unfamiliar, salty taste. A few lewd, girlish moans later, and Coye was ready to go. Only then did she see fit to take care of her own needs.

Dragging the boy out of his post-pleasured stupid, Suzette asked, "Darling, would you pass me a fresh handkerchief?"

'Shame,' Shayla clicked her tongue. 'Was kinda hoping she'd keep the jizz. It's a good look on her.'

"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah." Coye said, snapping back to reality and reaching across the table to procure his lover what she asked for.

Before he handed it off, the boy got a better look at the result of his selfishness and loved what he saw. Aside from a stray shot or two, Coye had managed to avoid her hair, but just about everywhere else was fair game. Suzette's eyes were closed because semen dripped down past her brows, and her nose was covered along with her chin and neck. While nowhere near the cumbath that Shayla was subjected to, it was an astonishing and arousing sight in its own regard. Seeing Suzette 'marked' in his semen made him feel like a man, precisely as she assumed it would.

Boys.

"Well, Darling? Are you happy now?" Suzette teased as she wiped herself down, then withdrew from under the table and stood up.

"Yeah," Coye answered by way of a sigh filled to the brim with contentment. "I feel a whole lot better now..." He admitted, although there was a creeping sense of guilt mixed with naughtiness over having defiled Suzette's face. It wasn't deep guilt, though, and Coye could work past it in due time as he pulled up his trousers and buckled his belt.

"Well, that's wonderful to hear..." the older woman still had her reservations, especially now that his condition rebounded, but Suzette decided she would monitor it for the time being and see how things went with Byng. "You'd best make this up to me by winning, am I understood?"

Coye nodded and then rose from the table, walking towards his lover. He wrapped his arms around Suzette in a tight embrace, surprising her as he said, "Thank you so much... I'm gonna try my best!"

The sudden affection overwhelmed her, as starved for adoration as she was, so Suzette froze, bemused and unsure how to respond. This would all still take some getting used to, she realized. Soon enough, though, Suzette pushed through and returned the gesture, hugging the boy back nice and tight.

Once she did, all was well.

"See that you do," Suzette pulled away and smiled sweetly, dusting off a few scraps of food from his tunic that he missed before ending things off with a pleasant kiss on the cheek. "Now get going. You've got a long day ahead of you."

Coye raised his hand to his cheek and rubbed it, warmth spreading from where she kissed him. "A-Alright," he stammered, on the verge of losing his composure.

'C'mon, big guy. We all know you're desperate for maternal love, but now's not the time.' Shayla knocked on Coye's skull a couple of times with her fist, getting him to focus long enough to leave the kitchen behind him.

"I'll see you soon," Coye looked back and waved Suzette goodbye, a calm smile present on his face.

"I know," Suzette said, watching him go.

The older woman was saddened at Coye's departure but thankful for the chance she had to spend time with him before he went about his business. Suzette was disappointed that they didn't get to do anything more substantial, but she had to clean up her hair and get the store ready. She was a busy woman, and it worked out for her that Coye was also interested in opening up to other girls.

He'd already made her happy by responding to her feelings at long last, and Suzette didn't have it in her to monopolize him. Especially not when it seemed that Byng struggled to get Coye's attention as she did. She sighed, shook her head, and wondered just how many girls with similar stories that boy would end up bringing to her kitchen table in the long run.

"Good luck, Byng..." Suzette said, wishing for her new friend's fortune while wearing a motherly smile.