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Ok, that should be enough to keep Patreon safe. Here we go, the first attempt at writing a Sara Smut Side Story!

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Thomas felt his body float through the storm in a reduced field of quiet from the one that had coated his ship earlier. In front of him was the armored figure of the woman that had taken him captive. Glancing to his side, Thomas saw the figure of his brother floating alongside him. It was cold comfort, but at least both of them were alive for now.

Most people at my Tier would simply kill us both to remove unstable factors. Thomas thought grimly. The fact that this woman is strong enough, or ignorant enough, to keep us alive speaks volumes. The only strike in the entire fight that even damaged her was my brother’s Crystal Shot. A power that requires him to place his life on the line and one that only works when his fear overcomes his sanity. Even then, mere moments later, she was unharmed, and her armor and the strange crystalline shield repaired themselves.

No, surrender had been the wiser option by far. Thomas’s mind flashed back to the moment when he felt the torrential flow of mana facing him down. Sheets of parchment, of a higher quality than anything he had ever seen in his life, had flooded from the woman’s summon points. It was a moment in which Thomas knew, without a doubt, if he continued to fight, only death awaited. He didn’t need a Skill or Spell to see the future, only the cold calculation of experience.

This woman had the power of a City Lord, yet she was, in the middle of the desert, near the ancient Story Steles. If that didn’t scream fate, nothing did. Thomas regretted that he had chosen to attack first instead of attempting to negotiate. The water merchant that they had been chasing had almost been in reach, too.

That’s the way the sandcastle crumbles. Thomas thought as he let his eyes rove over the woman’s body. The armor she was wearing fit her like a second skin leaving little to the imagination. She’s definitely easy on the eyes, although a bit older than I prefer. If she has any daughters, I’ll definitely take a shot.

It was a vain hope that a powerhouse like this woman would have children, though. Giving birth was traumatic, and without a developed support system in place, possibly fatal. More than one famous female powerhouse had been murdered in the weakness of childbirth. Unless the husband was strong enough to crush all challengers, it was often the easiest way to kill a higher Tier female fighter. As such, most women took extreme measures to ensure their survival if they didn’t support a powerful husband or family to give them shade.

The likelihood that this is an isolated powerhouse that lived in the wilderness giving birth to twin girls is highly suspect, though. The world isn’t a story like the Tale of the Star Sisters, after all. Thomas thought with a momentary grin. Although I don’t mind admitting if this turns into something like the Queen’s Harem story that Cook always enjoyed reading, I won’t resist...

Thomas was shocked when a strange bird flickered into existence on the shoulder of his captor. She exchanged brief words with the creature commanding it in a language completely foreign to the one she had spoken to him in. It was clear this woman was extremely high class, perhaps even a noble or worse, royalty. The symbolic collar Thomas had been shackled with wasn’t lost in meaning to him either. Very few people in the desert invested in language Skills or Spells. When combat was the lifeblood of the sands, the talk was cheap, and anything that didn’t contribute was cast off.

Although I would think being a slaver is a stretch for her, at least with the look in those silver eyes when she asked me about slaves on my ship. Thomas mused as they started descending towards the water merchant ship his gang had been pursuing. Ah, so the water rats managed to convince her to assist.

Thomas landed gently on the Goldwater Company’s ship that his crew had been pursuing in the storm. The ship had been a shock as the Captain’s ability to flee was impressive. The amount of mana that must have been dumped by the fleeing ship into the engines to hold them off and escape was immense.

“Navigator Ansom, the pirates have been dealt with.” the woman said to the stuffy ship’s Navigator they met on the deck.

“Miss Eve, thank you greatly on behalf of the Goldwater Company!” Ansom said before continuing, “Will you be turning the bodies over to us for transport?”

Ah, the merchant is already trying to rob her of the bounties. Typical sand rat behavior, merchants are no more than pirates that kill without spilling blood. Thomas thought, his eyes roving over the ship. The only reason they survived is that the Goldwater Company is famous for being too stingy to employ slaves.

“No. I’ll be keeping all the living pirate specimens for myself,” Eve said, her voice clipped. “Now, let’s talk about payment, or did you think I saved your ship out of the kindness of my heart?”

“Payment, I mean, well, that’s something the Captain would have to handle….” Ansom said, his expression turning shifty.

Thomas decided to step in. If he was going to have a bad day, so was the Goldwater Company. “Mistress Eve, the standard payment rate for saving a ship in distress is just under a thousand gold. If combat is involved, the rate can double. Don’t let this sand rat lie his way out. The Navigator is an officer and able to make binding contracts on the company’s behalf.”

Thomas watched as Eve’s expression suddenly took a colder and more vicious cast. “You wouldn’t be trying to cheat me, Ansom, right?” Eve said. Even standing there, her body started to let out the pressure of a Peak Tier Classer. It was a delight to watch the expression of the Goldwater Company’s Navigator turn from shifty to horrific as he realized what Eve was.

“The pirate! He’s lying. There’s no such law on the books!” Ansom said, attempting to deny culpability.

Eve flashed a brilliant smile at the Navigator before a flash of paper flickered between the two. Thomas watched the Navigator stare at the missing left hand that used to be attached to his arm as it made a soft thump on the deck between them.

“I can detect lies, Ansom. You lied. Would you like to again? Ah, if you scream, I will cut off something more valuable, too.” Eve said, her expression implacable.

Ansom clearly activated a Skill that assisted in controlling pain as he clutched the bleeding stump of his freshly chopped arm. Thomas watched in fascination as Eve removed a small vial to drip several purple drops on the arm. The bleeding stump instantly congealed as new flesh replaced the missing hand.

A regeneration potion? No, a flesh manipulating one? Wow! Guess they really do cost an arm and a leg in separate payments. Thomas thought with a grin. Ignoring the now chastised Navigator, he looked at his brother, wondering how to get a potion like that used on his sibling. I wonder if Eve spends money on her own forces the way she spends it on idiot Navigators…

Thomas couldn’t get the thought out of his mind. What would it be like to be part of the forces of someone that could casually crush problems with the power of gold?

Four ships moved to slide alongside the merchant ship before passing it through, heading to the end of the Story Steles. Thomas watched the vague shadows in the storm park themselves before an array of shadows disembarked for the ground. Glancing at Eve to make sure she was occupied, Thomas stretched his senses to the earth beneath the merchant ship and further out to the four pirate ships. The voices of released slaves and the babble of wounded men met his ears.

Suddenly silence reigned as footsteps crunched onto the sand, and a voice that brought to mind the most sordid thoughts said, “Greetings. On behalf of my Mistress, Lady Eve, you have been freed. Room and board are available at no cost until we reach the Oasis. If you accept our offer of travel, you will be placed in enchanted sleep during transport. Those who agree to this may follow me inside. Those who choose not to take this option, you are welcome to depart under your own power.”

Disbelieving shouts met the sexy voice before vicious growls silenced them.

“Do not mistake our kindness for weakness. You are alive only because my Lady is a kind and generous soul. On the other hand, I am not.” the same sexy voice from before said, now with a much colder tone.

Thomas listened through the earth as many freed slaves chose to be transported to the Oasis. Those that didn’t were sent off into the storm, and he doubted they would ever be seen again by mortal eyes. On the one hand, the callousness of it was striking, but on the other, it was brutally practical. He liked it, although it could be the almost hypnotic quality of the woman’s voice too. She was definitely a looker from what he was able to hear.

“Kudzu, the prisoners are yours to experiment with as you wish. A gift from our Lady.” the same female voice said, this time speaking to another person who wasn’t touching the earth.

Moments later, there was the swish of a long-draped coat, and a smooth, silky cultured male voice said, “Excellent. I’ve needed new test subjects for some time. It is tough to make progress without live specimens to work with.”

Thomas realized that all the pirates who had survived were headed for a fate worse than death and shuddered.

I need to showcase my value as soon as possible. I have no interest in being a specimen for some mad alchemist’s lab experiments. Thomas thought as he retracted his mana from the earth. Lady Eve sees something in my brother's worth keeping us alive for and me. Otherwise, we would both be handed over to that guy.

Thomas unobtrusively wiped the sweat from his face while pretending to look over his brother James lying on the deck. Thomas was no doctor, but he’d seen enough dying men in his day understand that James was probably going to survive.

Rising to his feet, Thomas turned to face Eve as she approached them both. He noted a bag heavy with the coin in her hand before it vanished. Only years of life and death situations managed to prevent his expression of shock at the revelation that his employer had a spatial storage item from showing.

“Is there anything I can do for you, Miss Eve? I’m willing to do anything to make sure my brother isn’t crippled because of his…impulsiveness.” Thomas said. Eve waved him to the side before she pulled a green vial from her spatial item, knelt, tipped his brother’s head back, and poured the contents down his throat.

When he raised an eyebrow at her actions, Eve said, “It’s an investment. I expect great things from you both.” Thomas noted that it was left unsaid what would happen to them should they refuse to agree. He didn’t need much imagination to understand that the cultured male voice he heard would probably be the last thing his ears comprehended if he chose not to work for Eve.

“I would be more than happy to work under such a wonderful employer,” Thomas said.

“Oh, you won’t be working under me. I have someone else in mind.” Eve said, adroitly dodging the double entendre.

Thomas kept silent as the paper harness around them lifted both him and his brother once more to float in the direction of the sexy female voice from earlier. A few minutes later, the other pirate ships came into sight, along with a strange house. Looking at the house gave him the strange sensation it was looking back at him.

The moment of oddness passed as Thomas’s attention was riveted to the bombshell standing nearby the house. The woman who most likely was the voice he had heard previously looked like a much younger version of Eve with a few twists. He took a good look feasting his eyes on the long waste length deep green hair, shimmering emerald eyes, and perfect curves. If he joining Eve’s side involved working under her, he was sold!

After they landed, Eve walked forward with his brother’s limp body and said, “Sara will handle your needs. I’m taking your brother to be treated.”

Thomas managed to tear his eyes away and say, “Thank you, Miss Eve.” Though moments later, like a lodestone to a magnet, his eyes were once more looking at the woman introduced to him as Sara.

“Follow me,” Sara said, smiling seductively as she moved into the house. Thomas noted the door closed behind both of them without being touched, and a small shiver ran down his spine, which he ignored. He followed the walking wet dream until they reached the doorway of a room, which she opened and walked inside. Quickly following behind her, Thomas found himself in a luxuriously appointed bedroom. His mind blanked for a moment before Sara moved to the side, gesturing for him to join her. They both walked through a small doorway into a magnificently adorned bathroom with a separate shower, bathing pool, and sink. He was slightly confused about what the strange covered chair might be, but his attention shifted when Sara said, “Get out of those filthy clothes and join me.”

“W-We are bathing t-together?” Thomas stuttered his mind pausing in shock.

“Of course we are! I can’t let a man like you clean himself. Men always forget to take care of the more, hmmm, important parts.” Sara said as she looked him over.

Thomas removed his clothing so fast he was sure it appeared to have teleported off his body. He looked over at Sara, and she simply raised an eyebrow before waving a hand, letting her clothing shift into a spatial item while taking a suggestive pose.

“Like what you see?” Sara said, “Working under Lady Eve has all sorts of benefits, the best one being…me.”

Thomas managed to barely restrain himself as he followed Sara, slipping into the heated waters of the bathing pool. Following her lead, he realized a ridge of stone a short distance into the pool that made a small square wall around the pool's inner reaches. The pool only came up to chest height, and when Sara gestured for him to sit on the underwater wall, he realized what was going on.

Ingenious, the inner wall underneath the water allows for high-quality cleaning service like in the noble’s brothels! Thomas thought, stunned. As soon as he was sitting down, a gentle drenching of water was poured over his sand-laden hair, short-circuiting his thoughts. Precise fingers began to rub shampoo into his scalp, causing Thomas to groan in relaxation. This was the level of treatment reserved for the upper class!

He had just enough time to appreciate the sensation of warmth her body emitted before her hands started to massage his scalp vigorously. He instantly recognized the use of a Skill involved as the sensation of tension leaving him was superb. As the minutes crept by, though, Thomas had to admit that Sara’s level of expertise in cleaning was supreme. She even took extra effort to use a small rough brush behind his ears and on his neck. Her fingers expertly stroked around his head, working out the tension that he didn’t even know existed on his facial muscles. She never accidentally pulled on his hair or caused any sort of pain. By the time she moved down to his neck, he was already half-awake and completely defenseless. As her warm wet hands began to knead his neck expertly, Thomas felt a soft paralyzing feeling permeate his body. It wasn’t anything specific, just the sensation that moving was pointless. It was better just to let Sara continue working on his body.

I could get up…anytime…I could just get up…Thomas thought.  Anytime…just…not…now…

Sara’s hands made gentle circular stroking motions robbing his will to move with perfect precision as she moved down to his shoulders. The moment she started working on his tense shoulders, Thomas knew there was absolutely no way he was ever going to be able to move out of the water without help. He felt more than saw her place a strange contraption over his mouth before she placed a board-like floating device nearby. In moments Thomas found himself floating face down in the water, breathing through a tube, as Sara shifted his warm body onto a floating bed. Once he was lying firmly stretched out, Sara started working on him even gentler. Her hands moved with unnatural ability, effortlessly seeking out tense muscles before loosening the knots they held. As she moved down from shoulders to each of his arms, Thomas’s hazy mind had fallen into a sea of barely aware sensation. From his arms, she shifted her attack to his upper back, working the shoulder blades with devilish skill. Once Sara fully handled his shoulder blades, she shifted to his spine, following the curve down to his lower back.

Sara’s hands manipulated his flesh like a sculptor working the clay in the crafting shops of the Oasis. The first delicate probing on his lower back revealed a mass of muscles tensed from combat. Thomas’s eyes rolled back into his floating head as a supreme feeling of enjoyment flooded his mind. His back had always been under pressure, yet now in the strange floating water bed, and under the manipulation of Sara, the tense muscles melted into warmth with soft ministrations. Her hands skipped over his buttocks, moving down to his thighs before moving his legs apart. Sara worked each of his legs, and Thomas felt both of his legs turn into gooey stumps of sensation.

There was a short pause after his legs received attention before Sara began working on his right foot. The sheer amount of pleasure her hands generated as they stroked his foot, toes, and heel caused Thomas to crumble. His mind was nothing but warm melted mush directed by the precise application of massaging fingers. Thomas was beyond doubt that he had lost the negotiation. Letting himself drift off into a half-awake doze, he was vaguely aware as her soft, perfectly proportioned hands suspended his free will with their efforts.

An unknown amount of time later, Thomas felt the water bed pull free of the water and float above it. Sara removed the strange breathing contraption from his head, letting it settle into a circular depression that shaped his face. He didn’t question how this clearly magical bed worked as Sara started to towel his body down with a fluffy towel that probably costed more than a wealthy merchant's weekly earning.

Thomas felt his body shifted off the firm floating bed and onto a much softer one after being toweled off. Sara flipped him onto his back as he was rolled onto the new bed, causing his third leg to salute her with pride. He managed to open his eyes as she settled in alongside him, a wide grin on her face. His nose woke up with a vengeance informing him that the most delicious smelling scent emanated from her body.

“I’m going to fuck your brains out now. This is a taste of what obedience will get you. Just relax and enjoy the mind melt.” Sara said, her voice saying words that drove him wild in a tone that managed to go directly to the deepest recess of his mind. He noted absently there were four sharp fangs within her mouth, much like a serpent would have. The fear was dissolved moments later. Sara shifted her position, and his head was buried by her motions directly between her legs. The scent of a women’s arousal tickled his nose as Sara settled herself on top. Her soft full breasts pressed distractingly against his naked torso, while the warm wet breath of her mouth hit his cock moments later as she slid her body length down his own. An almost instant sensation of electric tingling tightened his skin with goosebumps as Thomas realized she was teasing him. Like a snake charmed by the sound of a flute, his cock rose to the occasion, enchanted by the warm breath stroking its growth.

“Oh, gods!” Thomas managed to sputter out softly into her pussy, when Sara devoured his cock with her mouth.

The scent from between her legs grew stronger as a clear liquid trickled out from between her slit. Thomas gave into temptation and took a short lick that caused honey-sugar flavor to burst across his tongue. He couldn’t help himself as he took another lick which turned into more as he could not resist the taste. As he grew drunk on the sweet nectar flowing out of Sara's pussy, Thomas felt a hot and wet sensation as the tip of her tongue flicked against the top of his cock priming him for action. Then her tongue struck without mercy, throwing coils around his cock like a boa constrictor catching their prey. Her inhumane tongue made his mind flashback to the fangs he’d seen, realizing she was likely partially non-human in nature. Her tongue was fantastically long due to her ancestry and had expert application. It went on and on as she threw multiple warm wet prison chains around his trapped member. She drew his cock straight into the hot cavern inside her mouth, and he forgot all his previous fears as her tongue began to squeeze gently.

Thomas's back and leg muscles grew tense as her tongue gripped and constricted his cock. Sara expertly used the trick of twisting and strangling his member to raise his arousal to the peak slowly. His brain pulsed, firing little bursts of pleasure into his mind with every motion. She gave a gentle tug, pulling him deeper into the suction of her mouth. Thomas started lapping gently at her vagina feeling her thighs tremble against the side of his head with his counterattack.

Thomas's cock became completely constricted by Sara's tongue. He has enslaved to the sensation of her wrapped around his flesh. Every so often, she would pause to relax the muscle entrapping him, but it only ever led to a tighter grip, as she squeezed even more forcefully with maddening skill. He felt a stronger, more insistent tug arrive eventually, causing his hips to lift slightly off the bed. His legs quivered with the blissful feeling pulsing down from his shaft.

Sara sensed he was about to cum somehow and pressed down harder on his face, completely smothering him with her hot wet heaven. The slit between her legs leaked a fragrant aroma that came from the liquid honey she was feeding his mouth, pushing his arousal even higher. He felt trapped between two opposing delights, teetering on the edge of insanity. Sara’s tongue twisted a final time, the muscle reeling him into the back of her throat fully. As she gulped him down, she tightened once, twice, thrice...

Thomas cried out in ecstasy, his voice smothered by her body as the orgasmic release shattered through his body like a bolt of lightning. He shook and trembled as the sensation of orgasm grasped the reins of his mind relentlessly, forcing him to cum repeatedly. He couldn't control himself, spurting deep into the back of Sara's throat as she drank him down hungrily. Even as his own body shivered, he managed to strike back, gripping her waist tightly with both hands. His tongue went into a maddening frenzy to stroke the small bump above her slit. Sara gave a wild cry of mindless insanity as she suddenly started orgasming above him, spraying more of her delectable honey into his mouth.

She responded by tightening further around his cock, as she tugged up and down, firmly milking his member and forcing more semen down her throat into the endless depths. A second orgasm crashed into Thomas, following the first without delay, and he jerked his hips upward. His body suspended like a flexed bow, driving his cock deep into the hot fleshy prison of her throat. He twitched, his body spurting another load, bigger than before. In the act of revenge, Thomas pushed his fingers into her pussy, finding that perfect spot within that made her body go wild. Even as his body fell back onto the bed, his arm and fingers kept a devastating motion going forcing her writhing body to experience another moment of timeless ecstasy.

As he prepared to strike a third time, she melted his mind completely. Almost viciously, she pushed him into a third and final orgasm that robbed his mind of all thought. As the feeling of complete relaxation arrived after her final attack finished with utter success, he felt his arm turn boneless as his fingers slipped out from inside her.

I need to set some ground rules. Thomas thought as his mental processes flowed sluggishly. Otherwise, I’m going to be completely fucked. Literally.

Sara shifted position, using her pussy to stroke his cock back to life as she bent down to whisper into his ear, “Good, try fighting back. It is probably the best I’ve ever had. Are you ready to be a good obedient boy now?”

Thomas’s brain short-circuited as she slipped his cock into her vagina before he could form a coherent response. As she bounced up and down on him with enthusiasm, her flesh formed tens of soft stroking tendrils inside her cunt. The feeling was maddening and erotic at the same time. Within moments Thomas’s eyes rolled back into his head as his mind focused on the sensation of delight to the point of ignoring all else. At the same time, Sara somehow contracted her muscles as she moved. The shivering warm flesh that wrapped his cock caused vibrations from the contracting muscles. Both tendrils and vibrations synchronized and created fireworks of pleasure which exploded inside his brain like black powder bombs. Without remorse, she attached his hands to her breasts, gently pressing him to squeeze them. Like a golem being given pre-programmed commands, he found himself lured into her seductive rhythm.

As her body bounced up and down, he found his hands unable to stop kneading her tits. The soft erratic breathing she had made him feel powerful while simultaneously weakening his ability to interrupt or stop her. Thomas felt her pussy tighten inexorably around him, it wasn't hard enough to hurt, but it was tight enough to let him know he wouldn't escape anytime soon. As she bounced up, Sara gave a moan that ratcheted up his pleasure. It felt good. A little too good. The air was awash with a thick musk of sexual perfume. She was filling the air with her scent while she worked on him. As she came down from the top of her bounce, Sara twisted back the other direction. It felt nice. Real nice.

"You don't want me to stop until I melt your brain, right?" Sara said with a devilish tone. She thrust him deeper with every bounce, and her inhumane pussy gave his cock a naughty little squeeze with each time. Thomas realized there was no chance of escape. His hands kept mindlessly rubbing her breasts while an insane grin slowly morphed onto his face. She stretched her back into a curve riding him with wild abandon. She rocked her body with perfect timing that destroyed everything in his mind except the primal urge to fuck her brains out.

"That's it, big boy." Sara crooned, her eyes lighting up. "Feed me more of that delicious cum, like a good little pet." Sara began to squeeze harder now as she exerted greater control over his libido. Thomas’s willpower failed helplessly against her, his body thrusting on autopilot, unable to stop.

"My pussy is a soft wet warm heavenly land. Juicy and fully irresistible, the easier to take control of your sex drive and hold you in place while I turn your mind into watered fuck mush." Sara said, her voice breathless as she picked up the pace even further. The words meant something, something important but Thomas was too far gone now to recognize the danger in them. He was completely lost to her lust. It was like a silken glove gripped completely around his unresisting body. Every breath pulled more of her mind-befuddling scent into his body. He was lost to anything other than the feel of her pussy sliding up and down, stroking his cock, vibrating his mind into madness. Inside her vagina, he was relentlessly tortured by her inhumane abilities.

"Almost...there...pet, you’ll be mine soon," Sara said, sighing.

Her pussy muscles suddenly began to milk him with long slow squeezes. Thomas gasped, his hands dropping from her breasts while his eyes snapped open as Sara seized his mind in fresh orgasmic bliss before he fired a massive load of semen into her warm prison of flesh.

Sara didn't even pause her actions.

Thomas realized he was utterly trapped. His cock wouldn't go down, and he couldn't pull it out of the tight prison created by the expert manipulation of her pussy. He was little more than a passenger in his body as it boiled over into another orgasm.

They were becoming more frequent as her eyes glazed over, causing her lust to tighten into an unbreakable grip on him with each twisting bounce and squeeze.

"Ah, there we go. Here comes the end of the ride. Enjoy it as a good boy does." Sara said, almost whispering the words. She began to rock back and forth, her tits swaying hypnotically, enthralling his eyes with their bouncing orbs. Her easy rhythm took complete control now, forcing Thomas's orgasms into synch with the motions of her body. Inside her, his cock dived deep into her exquisite torture chamber, spurting longer and larger jets of cum into her pussy.

She would bounce up, letting her muscles release their grip on his cock just long enough for him to feel his balls fill up another load of semen.

Then she would rock down as her muscles tightened with a perfect squishing noise.

He couldn't pull out, and her motions were expertly milking out his sanity. Thomas was willing to do almost anything to make this never end.

"My pussy is milking you completely dry, pet. I can ensure this is always available to you if you want." Sara said as she giggled. "Doesn't it feel delectable to be trapped like this? You can have this anytime, anywhere, as long as you sign a small insignificant contract for me."

She bounced up again, and Thomas grunted as another load was pumped out of him by Sara's relentless milking.

Sara had found a nice easy rhythm now, and she followed it without effort. Each time pumping another orgasm from Thomas's helpless body as her pussy dropped back into his lap.

How was it possible to keep someone cuming so effortlessly like this? Thomas thought fuzzily between orgasms.  What a perfect Class, what a perfect woman. I’ll sign, I’ll do anything, no wonder men sell their souls to succubi.

Each time she bounced up and down, his body responded like a programmed golem. Every orgasm pushed him further down the pit of mind-blanking ecstasy. As his body became accustomed to the constant influx of pleasure, it started to relax unconditionally.

Thomas lost track of time as his eyes unfocused, and his mind crumbled under the ruthless application of sexual gratification taken to extremes.

The last thing Thomas heard was Sara lean down to whisper, "Such a pleasure to serve, obey, and fuck your brains out, pet!" in a bright, happy tone.

Thomas woke to a gentle blowjob several hours of restful sleep later, with none of the frantic pace that had occurred earlier. There was a contract next to his hand and an inked quill pen in his hand.

He signed without even thinking.

Below him, Sara continued sucking him off as her face grew a seductive grin.

Totally worth it. Thomas thought as his eyes watched her mind-blowing ministrations. He didn’t even notice the contract vanishing into sparkling motes or the quill rolling out of his relaxed hand.