Stone's Throw

[Charon Tethras]

As he comes again, he cries out, a hoarse whine, eyes shut tight as his back arches. Goddess, I never dreamed anything as wonderful as her throat closing around the head of my fat cock when she swallows. 

[NPCs]

She slowed it down after the second load, pulling her mouth back so she's just sucking on the head. Instead, she wraps her hand around his shaft, squeezing and pumping in counterpoint to her mouth. It took a bit, but she managed to coax one more out of him, making it three in a row. 

Swallowing, she leaned up to smile at him. Her tongue flicked out to clean her slightly swollen lips. "Alright, that should hold you for a little while. Rest up, sweetie, while I get things arranged. Are you expected anywhere in the next... let's play it safe and say four days?"

[GamesMaster]

Charon groans. "I promised to play in a basketball game."

[NPCs]

"I can't say I'm familiar with that particular game but unless the rules involve things like nudity and lubricant..." She smirked down at him, then wiggles her eyebrows. 

[GamesMaster]

He pulls the pillow over his face. "Nooooo."

[NPCs]

Nyessia giggled with delight at his squirming, the reached down to stroke the small patch of chin peeking out. "Now now, it'll be okay," she crooned gently. Adonis is going to be terribly busy this week, perhaps enough that... yes, I should be able to make this work. Hmm. But I should call in a friend, I think. Gaillia perhaps? No, Uwanu. Yes, Uwanu will be a greater contrast to myself, both in being delicate and submissive to my strength and dominance.

"I'm going to go tell your father you'll be spending the next few days with your Uncle for this 'basketball' and calling a friend in to help. Between us, you'll always have... the proper attention." A stirring on the bed caused an eyebrow to raise. "And that was evidently desirable news to you, mmh? Alright, once more before I step out," she purred, sitting on the bed so she can grasp his dick in one hand. Leaning in, she pushed aside the pillow to capture his lips. Wonder if I'm his first kiss as well? Such innocence...

[Charon Tethras]

A chill ran down Charon's spine as his eyes went wide, but before he could consciously react, his eyes went lidded and his mouth let out a groan of pleasure instead. Later, as he lie awake dwelling on these few short days, this would be the point at which he should have realized, should have guessed. The sick feeling in his stomach should have been a sign to stop. But at the time, there was no helping it -- his hormones overwhelmed his reason and all he could do was whimper into the kiss with helpless need. 

[GamesMaster]

By the time Andreas is coming down for breakfast the next day, his high has worn off into a slight hangover -- nothing a blunt shared with Cameron won't fix. But he may be a little distracted coming down the stairs from his room as he finds Pip, wearing very tight leggings and a sports top, practicing their dancing in the living room as Cameron watches on, smoking.

The gnome-blood is marvelous, every motion deliberate and seductive, fascinating to watch. Their light blue skin puts Dreas in mind of their grandne, but watching them dance shatters that illusion. They are not half-formed, like Helene; they are fully adult, and an erotic actor in their own right. Their long purple hair sways with abandon as they dance, giving more to entice.

[Andreas Amell]

It's not until Cameron called out a greeting that Andreas realized he'd been watching for several minutes. Even then, he didn't realize his face was flushed and his breathing more rapid than normal. "I, uhh, good mornings? I mean, one to each of you, you can't have multiple mornings at a time. Well. Not without some really weird magic, I guess?"

He still didn't look away from Pip.

[GamesMaster]

"Come, sit, smoke. We're giving Pip pointers on their newest routine. Is this making you feel more anxious or more seduced?" Cameron offers. 

[Andreas Amell]

That certainly got a jolt from the merikos catfolk. "It-- what? What do--" He broke off with a loud cough. "Sorry, still waking up," he covered in a gruff voice. "I should probably get food."

[GamesMaster]

"You look pretty rough," chuckles Cameron. "Come, sit. I'll fry you up some breakfast."

[Andreas Amell]

"I didn't sleep that well," Andreas admitted, eyes sliding back to Pip briefly. "Weird dreams." I think I was at Voice?

[GamesMaster]

Cameron tugs him over to the couch, pressing the blunt into his hand. "Well you can rest now." That said, they head to the kitchen, whistling as they do. 

Pip, losing half their audience, focuses more intently on Andreas. They find themself crawling along the ground, butt high and enticing, eyes fixed on him and him alone. As they get near to the couch, they rise up a little, hand hovering just off his furred cheek. "May I touch you?" asks Pip, their voice low, sultry. 

[Andreas Amell]

Andreas, eyes wide and breathing rapid and shallow, swallowed hard. His hands were fisted at his sides, and his entire body was tense. "What?" he gasped out belatedly. "Touch what?"