Coye Vol 2 Ch 9

Sorry for the wait on this one. First I was sick for a day, and then it was Daylight Savings Time. It didn't hit me as hard as it usually does, but it still wasn't ideal. Not like it ever is.

Really gotta start grinding out the edited chapters, this is taking far too long. I'll do a new RotGM chap once I'm further along.

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Suzette hovered over Coye's hips like a hammer waiting to fall upon the anvil. His still-raging erection pointed straight up in defiance of such concepts of 'refractory periods' or 'common sense', ready to slide in at a moment's notice.

As she looked down at Coye on the precipice of a new adventure, Suzette wondered how long it had been since the last time she was intimate.

There was only brief sexual contact between her and her husband during the first year or so of their marriage, so Suzette figured it had to be fourteen years now. Thirteen at best.

Even then, her experience amounted to little more than a handful of encounters that could be waived off. Suzette could hardly even remember what happened during them. All that remained were vague and clouded memories from which only a profound sense of disappointment, embarrassment, and shame could be recalled.

She knew for sure that there wasn't all-encompassing happiness and an unhinged yearning between her legs burning like a fire that begged to be extinguished.

Everything about today had been an adventure into the unknown in the truest sense of the term, and Suzette knew that penetration would be no different and it would be incomparable to what may or may not have come before.

Suzette couldn't even use the thin pretense of doing all this solely for Coye's benefit, either. At this point, it would be just as much for her as it was for him.

The only thing preventing them from becoming lovers was a single drop of her hips, whereupon Suzette would at last claim for herself the first tastes of the pleasures of womanhood that she had so long craved.

Suzette reached behind her, grabbing the half-elf's staff of pulsing flesh and letting the warmth of it in her hand draw a small exhale of excitement from her lungs. She lined it up against the moist entrance of her slit, lingering as the tip scraped against her lower lips for the first time.

Her heart was beating, her expression lost in a cloudy veneer of lusty fog. It already felt so good pressed against her. How could it possibly get any better than this, she wondered.

Coye squirmed beneath her, wiggling his cockhead left and right as he tried gaining purchase within. This snapped her out of her addled state long enough to remind her that the boy was waiting, and he wanted more. He always wanted more.

"Are you ready, Darling...?" Suzette asked him in a low and breathy tone. It was rhetorical, but she expected him to cum the moment she slid down inside him and wanted to give the boy fair warning.

Unsurprisingly, he nodded his head. "Yes, please..."

Suzette looked into his beautiful face, perfect as it was, and the need for her body that was so apparent in his expression warmed her heart and loins in tandem.

She closed her eyes and bit her luscious lower lip, knowing that the time was now.

She roared out a deep moan of intense bliss as she lowered herself, sitting straight down on the boy's cock and swallowing up to the entrance of her womb in one motion. Suzette masturbated too often for her hymen to have regrown, but that spoke nothing of her tightness which did not leave Coye wanting.

Suzette's prediction about Coye not lasting very long proved right on the mark.

The moment his tip barrelled up to her backmost wall, his jaw fell slack, and his pupils dilated like taking a strong hit of a drug he didn't know he was addicted to.

This was it.

His entire cock was buried inside of a woman, every last inch of it. Suzette's pussy welcomed him the way he deserved- like a king. Its many folds and silky grip massaged him in warmth, wetness, and pure bliss.

Unlike Shayla's, it didn't feel like he was fighting against the laws of reality to make things work. It felt more like this particular pussy was made for him, and the sense of belonging felt better than the sex itself.

It brought him relief- pure, sweet, relief.

He came only a few seconds later.

"AHH-" Coye's vision blurred as his balls tightened up into his sack, unleashing a torrent of semen of the beautiful woman's mature depths. He cam so much and so hard that Suzette joined him in shouting not long after his pleasure began.

"Good boy...!" She praised him, craning her neck back so she could stare at the ceiling as Coye's hot load bathed her twitching womb in whiteness.

Suzette intended to stay still to not overwhelm her younger lover, but this proved impossible. She rocked her hips back and forth only a few times, her tightness gripping him and milking more shots out of him, all while drawing deep moans from out of her throat.

She was just as sensitive as he was, and the immense feeling of post-penetrative fullness coupled with the burning load brought her to an orgasm of her own that was every bit as violent as his.

Her pussy coated him in womanly juices, and she pushed down on his pubic bone, wiggling around so that his tip scraped against many different spots at all sorts of angles inside her tight tunnel.

As wonderful as their respective climaxes were for them, each knew this was only the beginning.

Shayla was lost to the intense emotions flooding the bedroom.

Coye and Suzette's feelings were robust to the point where they all but intoxicated the magically empathetic Pixie, nearly bringing her to a climax. It was astonishing to experience such emotion even by proxy, leaving Shayla with nothing to say in response for once.

Coye eventually stopped spasming an indeterminate amount of time later, his cum gushing out downwards onto his cock and leaving him breathless yet still hard.

"Darling, I'm... I'm speechless..." Suzette cooed as Coye's essence burned and raged within her. "I don't remember sex ever being like... well, like this..."

Coye struggled to say something back, but other than a stray moan, he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Suzette's tightness continued to convulse around him, assaulting his cock even during idle conversation and making him unable to focus on much more beyond that.

"Oh, silly me..." Suzette looked away shyly and brushed her bangs out of her face. "You don't want to hear about that sort of thing, do you?"

Coye couldn't deny that on some level, he felt a bit of primal jealousy knowing he wasn't the first to taste Suzette's body, but it was skewed by her words of praise in comparison to the unappreciative fool who came before him.

"I... I don't know..." Coye managed to whimper as he dwelt on the somewhat dark pleasure.

His cock twitched inside of her, giving Suzette an indication of his true thoughts. It gave her an idea that was as delicious as it was morbid, and she raised her hips several inches off of his needy dick.

"Don't feel bad about it, Darling... you're so much bigger and harder than he ever was..." She told him, slamming her hips down onto his.

'Oh, damn...!' Shayla gulped as the widow smiled down devilishly at the boy, starting to work up a more regular rhythm. 'I was really hoping she would go there, but hell, it's even hotter than I thought it'd be!'

Although the pleasure he felt was magnified on account of this dirty talk, Coye was better able to hold on to his load this time around. This better tolerance led him to seek more enjoyment, and he asked, "Ahhh- am... am I really so much better than y-your husband...?"

Suzette giggled at how predictable this cute boy of hers was, and she enjoyed the way his hardness reacted inside her when his ego swelled. She drew her hips back, smashing down on his own as she told him, "Yesss, Darling... it's like night and day...!"

Coye shivered, bucking his cock up into the aggressive widow as she rode him. "Haaahh... m-more, tell me... more..."

'Man, you're really getting into this naughty roleplay of yours...' Shayla teased, although she couldn't hide the seductive lilt in her voice that betrayed her own investment as she started up yet another solo session of masturbation.

Picking up speed and vigor, Suzette moaned in delight. "It's not even close... mn- I can feel you alllll the way inside me, knocking right up against my deepest parts...!"

Suzette brought both of her hands to her belly, emphasizing how far she could feel Coye within. This visual aid, along with the woman's magnificent bouncing breasts flopping up and down as she rode away on his cock, sent the boy into ecstasy.

"You might look cuter than most women, but- mnn...!! You're m-more than just a pretty face... you're a real man where it counts the most, Darling...!" Suzette moaned, the noise of her wet pussy dropping down into her lover's pelvis echoing throughout her once lonely bedroom.

Coye was shaken back and forth between pride and shame, struggling with how his own feminine appearance dejected his mood while also reveling in the joy that his manhood brought his lovely partner.

Grabbing hold of the blankets beneath him for stability, he gritted his teeth and bucked upward into Suzette's slick sheath with his own power. They both cried as he bottomed out, and then Coye begged for more praise. "D-Don't stop... I want to keep hearing more...!"

Suzette was pleased, another load and guttural moan echoing out of her throat as she simmered in their combined heat. "That wicked, wicked man...!" She began, her voice taking on a venomous edge. "He didn't appreciate... a single thing about my body... liked smaller girls, he did... petite ones... sure, it was an arranged marriage... but..."

Her eyes narrowed, rage filling them as she bounced with more power and rapidity on top of the boy's cock. "If that fucking bastard wasn't interested, then he shouldn't have even fucking bothered!" She gritted her teeth, the fire spreading even greater within her.

"Maybe then I wouldn't have had to- ngh...! Forget it... nothing about that piece of shit is worth remembering. Not anymore... not when I have you...!"

Coye felt like Suzette was on the verge of slipping up and saying something creepy again but was too distracted to care. He was better than her husband. That was all that mattered to the simple-minded boy.

That one simple fact made him continually emit shameful cries as his erection reamed out every nook and cranny of Suzette's neglected, unloved pussy.

Suzette whipped her hair back over her shoulder again, speeding up as she looked down at Coye with a sultry expression that radiated need and pure desire. "Enough about him. It's your turn, Darling... tell me how sexy I am... tell me how you love my body... make me feel appreciated!"

"Oh, Gods...!" Coye whined, trying to find the right words despite being distracted to such a degree.

'Don't mess up here,' Shayla took time out of her furious masturbation to chime in. 'She wants to hear all about how you love the mature parts of her... ngh...! Curves, tits, ass, the bit of extra meat on her... fuck, she's so sexy...!'

This helped Coye think just a bit clearer, but it was enough to loosen his lips and praise the needy woman who rode him. "I-I don't even know where to start...! You have so many curves, um... fwaah... and y-your body is so soft everywhere I touch! I love your huge b... breasts, and your butt is so big! Even your tummy is cute!"

His response was rambling that bordered on incoherence, and it wasn't even all that sexy, either, yet Suzette drowned in the praise she had longed for all the same. His words didn't need to be sexy.

They just needed to be honest.

"Don't stop there," Suzette pleaded with a deep groan, her mouth falling open as his cock scraped against a sensitive spot within her depths she never even knew she had. She groped at the enormous tits which Coye loved so much, demanding, "Tell me how much you love my pussy, too... please...!"

'Ngh-' Shayla whimpered, her fingertips twirling her sensitive clit. She wanted to know how Suzette's pussy felt to Coye but even now felt worried about how her own compared to it.

What if he liked being inside Suzette more?

The thought irritated her and brought a distinctly Pixie-ish desire for revenge and mischief out of Shayla that took a decent amount of effort to fight back against. There would be time for that later.

Coye heard Shayla's little moan in his head and became more conscious of his audience, which put him in an awkward spot. Despite knowing it was rude to think about one woman while making love to another, Coye couldn't help it.

He didn't want to let down either of the girls but was well aware that his following words might upset Shayla if he wasn't careful.

For as lost as in his own pleasure as Coye was, he still didn't think Suzette's vagina felt objectively better than Shayla's. He couldn't, and the thought didn't cross his mind at all.

"Darling...?" Suzette paused and continued to paw at her breasts. "What's the matter? Is my pussy so good it's left you speechless...?" She asked with a proud giggle, her sheath tightening against him as if trying to present a better case for itself.

"N-No, I-"

'Come on, don't leave her hanging-' Shayla bit her lower lip and arched her back, her thumb angling at her clit and her middle finger prodding against a sensitive spot in her slippery folds. 'Just tell her the truth...!'

Since the Pixie herself was ushering him to be open and honest about his thoughts, that was precisely what he did.

"Suzette... your... your pussy is so hot and wet...! It- ahhh- it sucks down on me really hard when I get all deep inside like it never wants to let me go...!"

"Oh, yes...!" Suzette purred with her husky voice. "More, tell me more and make me feel like a woman, my sweet little man...!" There was deep desperation behind her words, Coye understanding her need for validation and how he was the only one who could give it to her.

Coye braced himself and sat up.

He wrapped his arms around Suzette's midsection as he continually thrust up into her from below, her vast breasts sandwiching his face on both sides. They constricted him like two luxurious pillows, jiggling against his cheeks as he fucked the beautiful widow.

Growling with confidence, Coye continued his praise. "You feel so good, so gooood... I just wanna cum in you over and over and over again until... until you're all mine...!"

'Oh, fuck...!' Shayla gasped at Coye's declaration. Even if he was just talking amid his boyish passion, his dominant words were still thrilling to hear.

"Ah! D-Darling?!" Suzette was shocked to find herself losing control of the situation, suddenly being fucked from below and loving every second of it.

She enjoyed being dominant but found that this new straddling position wasn't so bad, either.

"Do you really mean what you just said?" She asked, her slit convulsing around him and continually betraying her excitement. "Really?"

"Yes...!" Coye scrunched his eyes tight, squeezing the curvy woman even stronger than he meant to.

He might not have looked the part with his seeming lack of muscles, but he was much more powerful than he looked. This served as a beautiful reminder of that fact to the woman straddled atop him.

Suzette gasped as Coye's sheer strength robbed her of her breath, all while being speared like mad again and again.

"Fuck," she cursed, struggling to keep up with his youthful vigor. "Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck...! If that's what you really want, then... fucking do it...!! Make me your woman...!!"

'Don't you dare wimp out on her now,' Shayla brought herself close to her biggest orgasm so far, the thought of Coye cumming inside the widow a second time and claiming her making the Pixie so aroused that her vision blurred.

"Suzette... Suzette...!!" Coye growled from the back of his throat and thrust up inside his older lover one last time, the force from it so hard that it sent Suzette toppling back onto the mattress behind her.

Coye was pulled along for the ride, and as he fell on top of her, his cock kicked, and he fired off deep within Suzette. The widow wailed in ecstasy as yet another of the boy's savage loads filled her womb full to bursting and then some.

This time, it wasn't premature. It was on Coye's own terms, and it was all the more intense for it.

"Darliiiing-!" She shouted, falling into such depths of womanly joy that it overwrote everything she knew about herself and remade Suzette from the inside out.

Suzette Lillis was reborn as she unleashed feminine juices all over the thick rod that impaled her. The confidence that had built up the more she fooled around with Coye had cemented itself in permanence.

Suzette's vision was wet and hazy, tears streaming down her face.

Even if Coye wasn't serious when he said he wanted her as his woman- Suzette knew that men were fickle and that which they uttered in the bedroom were the least trustworthy- the fact that he said it still meant the world to her.

She held her adoring lover close to her body, her black-painted nails digging into his soft skin. His orgasm continued on and on until Coye, at last, began to lose strength and his tight embrace loosened.

Reduced to less than a heaving mess, his body collapsed against Suzette, and he lost the manly streak he had as he was thrust into her. Now, his expression was dazed, and drool trickled out the corner of his limp mouth.

Shayla had brought herself to climax as well and was now basking in the afterglow and remaining silent so the two could do the same.

Suzette felt a miracle happen within her. Not the miracle of life, no, but the miracle of softness. Coye's erection was losing its rigidity for the first time since they began.

With a satisfied grin, she began to softly stroke his hair as they both fought for just another gasp of the steamy, sex-scented air. "Mn... that was wonderful. Was it good for you, Darling?"

"Yes," he pulled himself forcibly off out of Suzette, pulling out and releasing a thick stream cum from her tight pussy as he did. "I'm just... really... really tired now..."

Drowsiness overtook his senses as he rolled over and collapsed beside Suzette, who in turn moved onto her side, running her hand in circles around his cute chest.

"You can sleep here as long as you'd like. I'm feeling mighty tired after all that, too, so I just might join you..." She giggled, fighting down the urge to tease his adorable-looking nipples after letting out a yawn.

In all likelihood, it was still only five or six in the evening, but the two of them felt like they could pass straight up clock out for a day or two. She had closed the store early to spend time with Coye, so it would be wise to get up extra early tomorrow to compensate and prepare, anyway.

Feeling a little cheeky, Coye grumbled and looked Suzette in her warm, golden eyes, asking, "I'm totally soft now, so... um... you aren't gonna make me see a healer now, right...?"

"No, but I might need you to take me to one in about nine months or so," she gave him an almost evil glare, the corners of her mouth lifted up in her sinister smile.

That woke him straight up.

Coye jolted upright, his face red, his brow covered in a thick new coat of sweat. He opened his jaw to speak, but his heart pounded so fast he couldn't hear his own thoughts, let alone form a coherent sentence.

'Crap, I knew I forgot something... I was gonna see if you wanted me to magic away the 'baby' part of your 'baby batter' until further notice... whoops.' Shayla shrugged. 'Say the word, and I'll make this problem disa-'

Suzette snorted in a very un-ladylike fashion, breaking character as she enjoyed the look of her startled, frightened femboy. "It was only a jest, Coye, dear. Despite the lack of 'adventure' in my life, I've always taken Succu-Bye to skip my period."

'Whew, now I don't gotta zap her uterus. Problem solved.'

Embarrassed to the Eternal Hells and back, Coye threw his reddened face into the pillows and whined. "T-That wasn't funny! Not at all!"

'I dunno. I thought it was pretty damn epic as far as pranks go.' Coye didn't even need to see Shayla's face to know she was smirking that smug, shit-eating smirk of hers in his general direction.

He was right.

Suzette enjoyed seeing the boy act out, and her playful mood had not subsided. She ran her fingernail down the crook of his spine, sending shivers throughout his flawless back.

"You know what else isn't funny? Playing with an old woman's heart. Honestly, saying that you wanted to make me your woman..." She clicked her tongue, taking a snide tone as she teased.

Coye's response was delayed, but eventually, he pulled his face out of the pillow. It was even redder as he forced himself to look at Suzette. "You're not an old woman," he countered. "And... and I wasn't playing."

"Oh, is that so? Then I suppose that makes me your woman now, doesn't it?"

Coye opened his mouth, stammered, and returned his face to the pillow where it was safe, and he didn't have to think about the embarrassing things he said during sex. "N-No, I... nngh...!"

Shayla could sense how frazzled her partner was, not that it took her empathetic fairy powers to pick up on. Taking pity on the poor boy, she offered, 'Look, baby, this is cute and all, but you know she'll be understanding if you tell her you wanna take things slow. Or, maybe you really do wanna stake that claim and make her your woman. What do I know? In either case, just tell Suzette how you want your relationship with her to go and don't hold any punches.

Again, his companion had provided some unexpected wisdom for him to ponder on.

Coye looked again to Suzette and found that her smile was welcoming, gentle, and loving as it so often was whenever she looked at him. The thought of letting her down didn't even enter his mind.

"I... I got a little carried away-"

"I understand, Darling. I'm only glad that I could help ease your suffering, if only a little, and-"

"I wasn't finished... I was trying to say that I don't want this to be a one-time thing."

"Oh," Suzette stared at him, fighting her eyes from becoming pinpricks. She was expecting the worse. It was all life had ever given her up till now, after all. "Er- is... is that so?"

Coye retook the initiative, even though it was embarrassing to do so.

He scooted real closer to Suzette and laid his face into her bosom, his naked body melding with hers as he wrapped his arms around her again and held her tight.

He hoped not looking into her face would make the next part easier to say.

"Yeah, but... I'm kinda really confused about all the stuff going on in my life right now, with my condition, and, um, other things... so I'll be honest and tell you that I don't really know what I want right now... except... I know I want to see you more. I really, really, do, Suzette... if that's ok, I mean..."

Suzette was happy that Coye couldn't see the tears of joy welling up in her eyes. She wanted to be supportive and be there for him in his time of need and felt that showing weakness of any kind was unbefitting of the situation.

According to Suzette's point of view, it was her duty to act as the supportive older woman, and yet here she was crying like a maiden in the springtime of her youth.

How unbecoming.

"Of course it's ok, Coye," Suzette collected herself and pulled him even closer to her body in their hug. "From here on out, I will always support you and help however I can. No matter how long you need to figure things out."

Coye smiled, nuzzling into her breasts with a wide grin. There wasn't too much he needed to figure out, but his emotions were high. He knew that he liked Suzette, but he didn't want to rush.

Mainly because he liked Dorothy and Shayla, too- and he couldn't stop thinking about the members of the Baddest Bitches, either, now that Shayla pointed out that particular door may, in fact, be open.

Not that polygamy was a problem for him in the Realm of Karnalle, not since the first king united the provinces and defeated the Demon Lord Orsovis with his six brides.

Still, even if it was a cultural norm, Coye was practically a kid in the sense that he was dealing with all sorts of thoughts and feelings he should have already gone through yet hadn't due to the isolating training he undertook during his formative years.

He was hung up on how it felt to have feelings for multiple women simultaneously, and no matter how accepted it was, he couldn't help feeling dirty.

Of course, Coye discovered that he liked to feel dirty, which further complicated the matter...

This was all too much to think about, especially right after such intense and vigorous sex. Coye yawned, the exhaustion returning now that the shock from Suzette's little prank left his system.

"Getting tired again..." he told her, his eyes falling like lead.

"Then sleep, Darling..." Suzette purred, enjoying the feel of his silky hair as she ran it through her fingers. "You're safe here. You'll always be safe, here, in my arms..."

Suzette's persistent comfort helped lull the young adventurer to a well-deserved rest, the best he'd had ever since his affliction began. In no time at all, the widow fell asleep with her new lover in her arms, too, leaving only the third wheel in the world of the waking.

Shayla watched them both for an hour or so, ensuring that the lovers were fully asleep while she allowed herself to come down from all her masturbation. Once she was calmed down and convinced that the two were well and thoroughly lost in their dreams, she slipped out from under Coye's hat.

'Hmm... it's still pretty early, so I guess I'm gonna have to find some way to entertain myself...' Shayla thought to herself as she stretched her wings and cracked her back.

She found herself in an unknown environment- someone's house- and there was no one to catch her if she flew around the place, unlike the Guild.

No self-respecting Pixie would allow this prime opportunity for mischief to pass them by, and as much as Shayla described herself as 'one of the good ones', she was still just as much of a wildcard.

Thus, with a wicked smile, Shayla decided it was time to explore Suzette's personal belongings and maybe take out her minor frustrations against the widow through creative means.