ROUGH DRAFT Coye Vol 2 Ch 18

Currently, all these chapters in rough draft form is 53,000 words. My goal is for +100k words, which would almost certainly be reached if I made this chapter the endpoint, started the rewriting process, and then made the next volume all of the Byng stuff. Typically when rewriting chapters I add two to three thousand words.

I need to think about it, as this might be a good stopping point. Narratively I think it might be a cute end to have some Shayla focus.

Also I apologize, I said the next RotGM would be today but I got into this sex scene when writing it lol. The other chapter is also a sex scene, so I didn't want to go back and forth between them. I'll put some work in on it later.

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When Coye opened his palms as told, Shayla flew there and sat down comfortably. Their eyes met as she gave him an impish look, saying, “You know, now that I think about it, there is something I’ve wanted you to do...”

He gulped, staring expectantly. “Yeah?”

Shayla saw how interested he was in her body even now that he’d made love to another woman, and this gave her a boost of confidence. She ran her hand down between her thighs, teasing him with the sight as she brushed her fingers across her slit.

“Yep. I want you to lick me, big guy...” Shayla laid back, her milky breasts spilling to her sides as she spread open her lower lips.

Coye’s eyes widened and he felt himself growing aroused at this possibility. “Um, sure... like... with my tongue?”

“No, dumbass, lick me with your foot. The fuck do you think?” Shayla broke her sexy persona long enough to laugh at his stupidity. “I’ve always wanted to feel a giant tongue all over my little body... honestly, it makes me so fucking wet just thinking about it.”

She demonstrated this fact to him by shoving a finger into her rapidly wettening hole and pulling it out slowly, a strand of her delicious juices connecting it to her womanly depths.

“I can do that,” Coye nodded his head.

“Do you want to?”

“Of course I do.”

Shayla’s glowing eyes were hazing. “Say it,” she demanded. “Tell me how you want to lick my little pussy.”

“I,” he almost bit his tongue in his hurriedness. “I want to lick your little... pussy...” Coye said, the naughty word catching in his throat and making him feel lewd for saying it.

“I dunno,” Shayla brought a finger to her lips and cocked her head. “You don’t sound very convincing...”

“Please, I want to, Shayla...!” Coye whimpered. “I want to make you feel good, and I... I want to taste you...”

Shayla smirked, finding it both amusing and adorable how it barely even took any prodding to get him to beg to eat her out. He really was just the cutest little thing, she thought to herself with a sigh.

“Well, what’s stopping you? I’m literally in the palm of your hand, y’know.” She reminded him, blushing as she hooked her arms around the back of her knees and pulled back on them. Shayla’s legs bent backward, her feet dangling behind her head in a feat of flexibility.

Saliva pooled in Coye’s mouth. This time, it wouldn’t be wasted through drooling.

He raised Shayla inches away from his lips and saw how she quivered from anticipation. Her pussy was wet, and it was waiting for him.

Opening his mouth and drooping his tongue out, Shayla recoiled from the feeling of his steaming breath washing over her entire body. “Oh, fuck...” she whined, her body tingling. “If that’s how good your breath feels, then... nngh- do it! Come on, baby, lick me already...!”

Shayla shut her eyes as he gifted her the pleasure she had longed for. She wasn’t prepared for the sheer immenseness of joy that came along as the tip of his tongue brushed against her most sensitive part. His pink mouth muscle covered so much of her that it enveloped her pussy, her asshole, and more all at once.

Not that Coye could tell, every inch of his little lover’s skin tasted faintly of honey and sweat. It was an intoxicating mix, making his head spin as he lapped at Shayla. He started slow, running his tip up and down her pussy and ass, but his pacing increased as he began growing addicted to both the taste and the amazing sounds Shayla was making.

“Gods- fucking... Gods...!!” She howled as her face reddened brighter than a freshly-picked rose. “I am not gonna fucking last long like thisss...!!”

Even if he couldn’t admit it, Coye liked being submissive. Suzette taught his body that through a lesson he would never forget. That being said, there’s not a man alive who wouldn’t feel a surge of power when holding such a pretty little thing in their hand and giving her sexual joy.

Coye did some of the things that Suzette did to him, hoping they would have the same effect on Shayla. He pursed his lips and kissed her pussy, listening with glee to the Pixie shriek like a tea kettle. Then, he swirled his tongue around her nethers, tracing a figure eight across both of her inner thighs and hitting her pelvis with each stroke.

Shayla was so beautiful, and she was all his.

He sucked in a deep breath of air, causing Shayla to brace for impact before he licked at double the speed.

Shayla’s chest rose and fell as she hyperventilated from overstimulation, her tits bouncing until she grabbed onto both mounds and squeezed herself for stability. This did little to help, only making her pleasure rise and spread through her breasts.

Her hips jerked off his palm after the latest lick, her eyes scrunching tighter and tighter. “Fuck, Coye...! Fuck...! FUCK!” Her bliss was loud enough that Coye worried if someone else in the Guild would hear it, but it wasn’t like he could stop now. Shayla was close to cumming, and he wanted desperately to hear her.

Coye then figured something out, something that was obvious in retrospect. Seeing as how Shayla was able to stretch to fit the length and girth of his manhood, there was no reason why she couldn’t do the same for his tongue. He pressed against the entrance to her hot, slippery slit and her eyes went wide as she realized what he was about to do.

“No fucking way,” she exclaimed between heavy gasps. Then, she felt the tip of him pass into her body and she yelped out loud. With her wailing as a beautiful backdrop, Coye explored an inch or so inside of her tight pussy, licking and twisting back and forth.

His tongue could feel every bump and every fold, bringing new appreciation to the hole that brought him so much pleasure over the last few days.

Shayla couldn’t hold the tide back any longer. She wailed as orgasmic joy spread through every last curve of her feminine form, her pussy rhythmically spasming and loosing her magical juices all over his tongue.

Coye did his duty and licked her thoroughly the entire time, not giving her a moment of respite no matter how much noise she made. He loved bringing his partner such pleasure and felt proud and arousal at his job.

His enthusiasm was so great that Shayla had to stop him as she came down. “Ok, ok... stop for a- nnnh... for a minute...!!” She huffed and tapped his lips with her hand.

“Oh, ok...” he pulled away, taking in the sight of the flushed Pixie covered in sweat, his own saliva and her own nectar. It was amazing, and she hadn’t ever looked sexier as far as Coye was concerned.

Shayla collapsed back onto his palm, melting even further as she exhaled. “Man, that was better than I thought it would be... I guess being smaller than you has some perks, after all...”

“Yeah?” Coye was relieved to hear that.

“Oh, yeah. You’re not done, by the way.” She laughed. “Give me a minute and do it again, only this time, go slower and gentler.”

“Anything you want, Shayla,” he smiled down at her like a puppy, eager to please.

“How are you holding up? Horny yet?” Shayla asked, the bluntness catching him off guard.

“Uh, yeah. Hard not to be when you look so s-sexy...”

The Pixie rolled her eyes, flustered. “Oh, stop. You don’t gotta butter me up...” she said, although she hoped the compliments would continue.

Coye didn’t pick up on that, and instead told Shayla, “It’s not as bad as it usually is, though. I could go for some sex, but it’s not overpowering me or making it so I can’t think...”

“No use worrying too much about it right now, baby. We still gotta see how you’re feeling tomorrow. I’ll tell you what, though. I’ll give you a little service if you treat me nice, alright?” Shayla smirked up at the cute boy, who nodded his head with renewed vigor.

Coye brought his other hand to link up and carried Shayla in the center of both palms. He did this so he could brush against both of her breasts with both his thumbs while slowly licking up her slender leg, enjoying the taste of her creamy skin.

Shayla moaned in approval as his massive fingers scraped against her erect nipples. It would be so easy to accidentally apply to much pressure and hurt her, but Coye was so delicate and careful that it was hard for her to imagine he was the same boy who was caving in Owlbear skulls earlier that day.

He was still new when it came to learning the ins and outs of Shayla’s body, but even now it seemed to her like he knew what he was doing and she looked forward to every one of his movements with trembling anticipation.

His tongue moved from her legs to kiss one of her breasts, lightly sucking it after the fact.

“Uaah...” she rolled her eyes back at the strange sensation of her entire breast entering his mouth, but it was more than welcome. “Both... do both of them...!” Shayla begged.

Coye wasted no time in following instructions and took the opposite breast in his mouth, too, subjecting it to the same rolling tongue and heat as its neighbor. The temptation to suck harder and make Shayla experience even rougher pleasure was there, but Coye fought it back. This wasn’t about him and he didn’t want to treat her like a little toy.

Shayla deserved to be treated however she asked, and so, his sucking was gentle and evenly-paced.

Eventually, he pulled his lips away from both tits and sucked down carefully as he did, making it so they popped out of his mouth with a little sound.

“Haaahhh...!!” The sudden pressure made Shayla convulse, her hands finding her reddened, sloppy breasts so she could rub them and spread Coye’s saliva all over her upper body.

He moved his attention lower, bringing his lips to give her pussy a gentle lick. It only tasted sweeter after her orgasm, and the smell was overpowering despite her size. It hung thick in the air, strong, fragrant, but the sweetness was distinctly inhuman.

When Suzette had him sitting in her lap while giving him a handjob, he had buried his head in her close enough to smell the older woman’s growing arousal. It wasn’t anywhere near as sweet as Shayla’s, that was for sure. Just as arousing, yes, but he got it in his head right now not to compare the smell of other women to a member of the Fey.

Byng was further proof of that.

The smell drove him to taste Shayla as slow and drawn out as he could, dragging his tongue up from the crease of her butt cheeks up past her clit to her stomach. She was so small that doing this so deliberately was a difficult chore, so much so that his tongue was starting to ache, but his diligence was rewarded.

His continual licks brought a steady stream of pleasure to stir in Shayla’s body until it boiled over and she was moaning just as loud as when he was rough. Soon enough, she came a second time against his tongue.

Coye licked her through it, gentler, drawing it out as long as he could but not making her suffer in excess. His reward was a continual stream of honey that he lapped up like an addict until the flow dried and Shayla ceased twitching.

He gave her one last little kiss on her lower lips and pulled away, smiling down at the Pixie.

Shayla laughed at him and raised an eyebrow. “You eat a girl out twice and suddenly you’re all smiles, huh? Don’t get cocky.”

“I’m not, I-I just like seeing you feel good...” he said.

She sighed and chose not to dwell on what a good boy Coye was, or else she’d end up fawning over him. “Good, because the feeling’s mutual. Your turn.”

Shayla stood up, stretched and hovered in the air so Coye could rise and pull off his pajama pants. As expected, his erection was strained and desperate for attention. “Mmmm, doesn’t look like this is gonna take me very long at all,” she teased.

Coye frowned, blushed, and sat down. He didn’t bother to fight back against her pointed words. “Probably not,” he said, spreading his smooth, feminine legs at the edge of the bed so Shayla could do whatever she wished with his exposed cock.

She flew close to his dick and gave it a welcoming hug, her tits still slick with his saliva and her lower half coated in love juices. She petted the head like it was a cute little animal, comforting him. “There, there... you should be proud of yourself, baby. Your cock is a whole lot different today.”

He tilted his head, not understanding. “Different how?”

Shayla brought her lips to his urethra and licked and sucked out all of his delicious precum, sending a shiver up his spine. “This cock fucked a hot chick, and you haven’t bathed yet. I can still smell and taste her all over you.”

Suddenly, shame overtook Coye’s body and his shivering only doubled. “I-I’m sorry, I should’ve went to the bathhouse, I-”

“Shhhh,” Her hands continued to pet his angry cockhead, desperate for relief. “If I didn’t like it, I would’ve said so, big guy. I think its hot how this cock I’m holding is now even more experienced... but I think it also needs a reminder who the boss is around here.”

Coye gulped, his eyes pinpricks. “Yeah?”

Shayla giggled. “Geez, try not to act too excited about being put in your place, why don’t you?”

He hung his head, too embarrassed to say anything in response. Was he really becoming so apparent about his submissive desires? He had trouble acting anything other than honest, so he blamed himself for it.

Then, somewhere, he found a spark of courage.

“I-I like what I like,” Coye declared, albeit meekly.

Shayla was proud of him nonetheless, giving his frenulum a tingly kiss. “Atta boy, let me give you what you want, then...”

Coye leaned back and grinned like a fool as he watched Shayla work her magic. Using her wet body to full advantage, she slid against him and rubbed his hardness up and down between her tits and her pussy. Her mouth kept busy, too, tracing patterns into his tip and spreading her kisses all over the place.

Then, Shayla mixed things up by crawling around on top of it and riding him from above. “Listen to how wet you made me,” she teased, raising her hips and smacking her pussy down on his immenseness. It made a loud, sticky noise as their flesh connected and it brought another moan out from his lips.

Shayla liked how it felt when she did it, so she kept smacking her hips down on him and grinding against his throbbing cock. He was already close, which was no surprise. “Come on, baby,” Shayla cooed. “You don’t gotta hold back for me. I want that cum of yours, it’ll really perk me up.”

“Really...?” Coye asked, breathless.

“You bet. Semen’s packed with mana, and beyond that, I just wanna see the look on your face when I fill my belly up with as much as I can.” She looked back over her shoulder and winked.

“Shayla...” he bit his lower lip and clutched the blankets beneath him.

“Yessss...?” She slid up to his tip, squeezing it like a vice between her dripping thighs and massaging it with her hands in unison.

“Hahhh- gonna... gonna cum...!!” Coye warned.

She lowered herself close to his urethra as the moment approached, working his tip as hard as she could. “Do it, big boy. I’m such a thirsty little Pixie slut for your cum... I want it...” Shayla made her singsong voice sound sultry and desperate. “I want it so much...!!”

“Shay... la...!!” Coye arched his back and thrust forward with his hips, a massive orgasm bursting forth up from his balls and violently erupting out into the world.

There was no way Shayla could get all of it, but she dunked her head into the oncoming stream all the same. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue as the blast of burning semen painted her little face as white as a blizzard. Everything was covered before the first rope was even halfway finished.

Warmness coated her as she drank down throatful after throatful, struggling to breath but loving every minute of it. She could feel a bit of strength returning to her the more of his tasty semen she swallowed, but she was already full from dinner and there was only so much she could take without feeling massively bloated.

She pulled away from his still-shooting cock, fought for air, but kept stroking him with her thighs as she rode him to completion. “So good... you taste so good... don’t stop, let it all out, baby, come onnn...!” Shayla used her words to push him harder, until at last Coye’s spasming stopped and he fell backward onto the bed, drooling and drained.

“That... that was so goood...” he mumbled like a drunkard.

Giggling, the Pixie used magic to disappear all the cum from her face as well as the mess he made all over the wooden floor. “Yeah? I’m surprised. ‘More... more!’ is usually the first thing you say after cumming your brains.”

“D-Don’t worry... I think I’m okay...”

“Well, that’s good.” Shayla smiled as she hovered over him. She knew she had Suzette to thank for wearing him down, but still, this was the first time Shayla got to see Coye fully satisfied after she had her way with him.

“You’re looking pretty wiped there, partner. You ready to turn in for the night?”

“Mhmm. Thank you, Shayla...” Coye nodded his head and somehow summoned the energy to stand up long enough to climb under the sheets.

Shayla loved to see him so pleased with himself, getting treated to his adorable sleepy daze was just icing on the cake.

“No problem.” She fluttered over to him and gave him a kiss on the forehead, but he was already fast asleep. Shayla rolled her eyes at him and then flew over to the nightstand where his hat was placed.

She was plenty tired herself, and even though the doors were locked she preferred to sleep somewhere nice, cozy, and dark. She complained about the hat often enough, but it brought to mind memories of home back in the Gnarled Woods where she would have to sleep in the cracks of trees or in little holes underground whenever powerful monsters roamed the area. It was oddly comforting, in a way.

But then, Shayla had a better idea.

She flew back over the bed, lifted his blanket with magic and flew to his chest. There was a pocket on his pajama shirt’s left breast, close to his heart. Shayla smiled, lifted up the flap, crawled in, and fastned the button.

There was a risk of getting squished if he tossed and turned, but Shayla felt it was worth the risk. It was warm here, and even though it was dark and cramped she could feel the beating of his heart and it comforted her in a way she had never felt.

She might not be able to cuddle with him in the traditional sense, but this was the next best thing. Whenever they did end up going to get him some new clothes, Shayla made a mental note to make sure he got more pajama tops like this.

“Night, big guy...” She yawned, pulling her legs up so she could sleep in a folded up position.

Coye mumbled something, and together, the two ended another day of adventure and fun with an unconventional cuddle session which left Shayla more pleased than all the oral orgasms in the Realm.