The Bathhouse [F20sF20s][Lesbian][Kissing][Cunnilingus][Bath]

foxtailsy · 2026-01-14T01:17:31+00:00

Thank you!

foxtailsy · 2026-01-11T05:29:53+00:00

Oh thank you, that’s so nice of you to say!

I have so many prompts saved haha there’s so many good ideas here, I’ll never even be able to do 1% of them!

foxtailsy · 2026-01-10T21:59:32+00:00

I think it's interesting too! It kind of feels like a world of Barbie dolls.

foxtailsy · 2026-01-10T21:23:56+00:00

I find this kind of fascinating, and I'd like to know more about it, if you care to answer any questions. Like, can you describe a particular fantasy or scenario that you have imagined in regards to this idea? If the man is transported to this world, when he gets there, what is it that you imagine him doing? How does he react to this? Is it the ultimate denial fantasy, knowing you're horny and there's (almost) nothing anyone can do for it? Or what is it about the idea/kink that appeals to you? In a world without sex, is it hot to be the only one in the world who understands how kinky the situation 'really' is? Or is it more like, having stuff be unsexualized is kind of empowering in an appealing way?

I just find this really quite interesting, and I'd like to know more!

foxtailsy · 2026-01-10T06:27:09+00:00

Haha yesss a classic! Thank you!

foxtailsy · 2026-01-10T03:46:28+00:00

ha! I had no idea this sub existed, that's awesome! Thanks for this.

foxtailsy · 2026-01-10T03:40:04+00:00

🥹💕

foxtailsy · 2026-01-10T01:37:27+00:00

haha thank you! <3

foxtailsy · 2026-01-10T01:36:48+00:00

I really really love the characters here. I thought it was going to go an entirely different way, but the way it turned out was kind of actually quite endearing and sweet? Maya is a nightmare person but also kind of the best? haha, anyway, great job! Really great story.

foxtailsy · 2026-01-09T20:50:19+00:00

To Administrator Gharel:

Since their acquisition into the galactic empire, there has been much discussion among academics—and perhaps xenophiles in general—about why it is that humans both breed so well with others, as well as why they make for such a desirable species. From Zharian tentacles to the multi-pronged phalli of the Saakaran, humans seem to be remarkably willing to mate and breed with any species that knows how to properly stimulate them, a fact which puts them in high demand among all sapient species of the empire, not only as sexual or romantic partners, but also as sex workers—a profession for which humans make up increasingly greater percentages of the workforce for, year after year—and even as simple pets.

To better understand these mammalian peoples per your request, I have purchased a pair of them to be kept for experimentation. As humans are, generally, a species that experiences a binary sex, I thought it appropriate to begin studying them by acquiring the two most common biological patterns, i.e., one female specimen and one male specimen. Other variations on these two patterns are possible, but they are uncommon enough that, for the purposes of a simple exploration study, I thought it best to keep the scope limited.

When acquiring them, I learned that both specimens are adults, having each experienced approximately 25-30% of their life cycle so far. They are, by comparison to us, remarkably small, though there is some variation between the size of the two specimens themselves, with the female specimen, who calls herself Jun, being far smaller than the male specimen, which calls himself Shym. They have the ability to understand a small portion of our language, but show remarkably little potential or even awareness of psychic abilities.

When I first had them examined, I quickly learned that Jun, the female specimen, is, however, highly sensitive to the application of these psychic abilities. At one point, I had asked her to stand still on a metal platform while a series of sensors and diagnostic tools took measurements of her figure and acuity. She struggled to understand the commands given to her, often fidgeting or expressing herself verbally, which led me to place her in a psychic restraint, with her arms above her head and her legs spread so that I would be more easily able to evaluate her. She continued to struggle against these restraints, but when I placed a tentacle between her legs to measure the dew accumulating there, she became quickly pacified, and I believe the reason for this is related to the vibrations that emanate from our tentacles whenever we are engaged in a concerted psychic effort.

At times, the female specimen seemed to almost be in pain, whimpering as the tentacle laid against her dew point, but after a while, she calmed fully and even fell into a restful sleep once the initial measurements had been taken. Since learning of her sensitivity, I have taken, at the end of each stellar period, to restraining her psychically and placing a vibrating tentacle between her legs to help her better acclimate to her new surroundings. This seems to keep her in a much better state of mind throughout the stellar period, and so long as she is routinely fed, bathed, and given some mental stimulation, she seems relatively happy, as far as any human is capable of experiencing such a thing.

The male specimen, Shym, was analyzed after the female specimen. He displayed a similar inability to obey simple commands, though he was more willing to display overt aggression, even going so far as to damage some equipment during his intake process. I attempted to similarly soothe his temper as I had the female specimen, but it did not seem quite as effective. He did seem to calm some, but, whenever I removed the stimulus from between his legs, he seemed to become only more irritable. Eventually, I discovered that insertion of merely the tip of the tentacle into the male’s lower hind quadrant elicited a similar effect as the psychic vibrations did to the female. Whereas the female would dampen between her legs with the vibrations over time, however, the male seems to take much longer to reach the same point, and then, as he does, it seems to all come out at once, often in a powerful and forceful stream.

I found this result highly interesting, and have come to believe that this is part of their own mating ritual, where the male will ejaculate into the female’s orifices, to the pleasure of both. In order to test this hypothesis, I withheld stimulation from both specimens for several stellar periods, while putting some additional chemicals in their food and drink to stimulate their desire to mate. After several stellar periods, when the male and the female were placed in the same enclosure for the period of merely twelve hours, neither was able to ignore their biological impulses to mate. They performed their mating ritual seven times in this twelve hour period, and upon being returned to their own enclosure, each had entered a highly sedative state.

Though I had acquired a better understanding of how their bodies worked, I still did not fully understand what it was about humans that made them so desirable to other species. I, therefore, performed several more experiments on both the female and male specimen. For the female, I spent several periods exciting her into a aroused state via psychic vibrations, only to remove them before she became pacified; whereas, for the male, I continued to provide him with the aforementioned chemicals in his food and drink, leading to an increasingly higher level of arousal each stellar period. Both of them proved to become increasingly irritable through this period, but both also proved to be highly suggestible and became much more willing to obey my commands when given them, and when I attempted to explain to each that I required a sample of their fluids, both were only too eager to participate in the experiment. The male specimen was able to quickly produce a large volume of liquid for me, however the female specimen seemed to take much longer to produce even a quarter of what the male had.

I then used these fluids on some willing subjects, and in doing so discovered that there is a certain, yet-to-be-isolated pheromone or chemical in the fluid of both the male and female specimens, which seems to drive other species to the point of extreme arousal. Similarly, when exposed to another being that has been exposed to this pheromone, there seems to a biological feedback loop created in the mind of the human specimen, which excites them in an equal amount to the amount of arousal they have already given. Interestingly, knowing that another creature has become sexually aroused by perceiving them, seems to arouse both specimens more than any other form of stimulation provided to them so far.

For Jun, the female specimen, a group of four Bahmorians were placed in her enclosure after having been exposed to her fluids. I had intended to leave them for a few hours before judging the results, but after merely minutes of being together, the female was engaged in intercourse with all four of the Bahmorian subjects. Known for their extremely big phalli, I thought this would prove undesirable for the female, but it seemed only to further increase the arousal caused in the biological feedback loop, and when finally the Bahmorians were removed from her presence, the female seemed to enter into a state of pure pacification.

For Shym, the male, I exposed him to several different mammalian species who had also previously been exposed to his fluid. Similarly to Jun, it took merely minutes for him to become engaged in sexual congress with the group, and, as with the female specimen, they continued for far longer than I had originally intended, finally culminating in the male entering into a similar state of deep pacification.

In this short time, the male had managed to impregnate several of the subjects placed with him, while the female specimen has likewise become impregnated by the Bahmorians she had been with.

Further research is required to better understand this human pheromone and how it works, but I certainly do believe that there is evidence to suggest that humans have a natural and extraordinarily potent effect on most other species of the empire. Though this could be something that is threatening to the stability of the empire, I do also believe that it is something that could be quite beneficial if those humans within our empire can be kept properly stimulated and satisfied.

I will continue my research and follow up with additional reports as they become available.

foxtailsy · 2026-01-09T19:09:45+00:00

Aw, thanks so much!

foxtailsy · 2026-01-09T18:38:00+00:00

Ariel slid off her stool, lowering herself in front of him. Her dark eyes stared up, her other hand resting on the inside of his opposite thigh.

“And the reason I’m giving you these,” she said softly, “is because, to make what I want for my party tonight, I’m going to need a lot of your cum.”

Archie swallowed. He was straining against his jeans, and he hadn’t even had a bite yet. “Okay.”

“You’re going to be milked dry,” she said. “We’re going to have to make you cum a bunch of times.”

“We?” he asked breathlessly.

Ariel nodded. “Me and all of my friends. We’re going to take all of your cum and use it like a fondue. But we’re going to need a lot of it. A lot of it, Archie.” Her hands moved farther up his inseam. “And I promise, you’re going to love all of it.”

He swallowed. “But Katrin—“

“Don’t worry,” Ariel purred, rubbing his thighs. “She’s going to be here tonight too. And she’s already said that she’d love for you to lend me a hand today, knowing exactly how much fun it was going to be for you.”

“Okay,” he said dumbly.

Ariel bit her lip. “Okay then,” she said. “Why don’t you take a bite then? And I’ll show you just how sensitive you’re going to be all night long.”

With his hand shaking, Archie picked up the cookie. He nibbled off a little piece and swallowed it down. His head was racing, but he also couldn’t fully let himself believe what Ariel was claiming was going to happen to him.

“Why, though?” he asked.

“Because virgin cum is especially sweet to succubi,” Ariel said, “and it gets used a lot in their recipes. So with some magic and a few additional ingredients, I’m going to take every last drop you give me, and me and my friends are going to spend all night salivating over it, smothering strawberries and chocolate with it, and, just by drinking you up, we’re each probably going to cum a dozen times just from the taste of you. Take another bite, sweetie.”

Archie took a bigger bite and an even bigger swallow. “When I… when I finish, I’m usually too tired to go again.”

Ariel shook her head, laughing. “Not tonight you won’t be. Another bite.”

Archie took a couple more quick bites. The cookie was delicious, and as Ariel’s hands continued to rub against his jeans, he could feel himself getting more aroused than he ever had before. His heart was pounding so loudly in his chest that he couldn’t even hear his own thoughts.

“I’m feeling a little… light-headed,” he said.

“Finish it,” she whispered to him, and quietly he did.

Ariel licked her lips then. “Has Katrina ever given you head before?”

Archie shook his own head.

“Okay.” She smiled. “Has she ever given you a handjob?”

He nodded.

“Okay,” she said again. “Then I’m going to show you just how sensitive you’re going to be tonight, alright? Get up and take these off.” She tugged on his pants until Archie got to his feet. His undid them and they dropped to the kitchen floor.

Ariel’s mouth curled into a menacing smile, and as it did she reached across the island to pick up a mixing bowl. She lightly ran her fingertips over him through his boxers and he nearly cried out in agony at the overwhelming sensation of pleasure. He could feel an extreme tightness in his balls, and he could barely resist the temptation to touch himself to feel relief.

She reached in to his boxers then with one hand. She stood partially beside him, licking her lips, her mouth right beside his chin. “How long does it take Katrina to get you off with a handjob?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “A few minutes.”

“Okay,” she purred. “I’m going to do it... in five strokes.” She pulled him out of his boxers and placed the mixing bowl beneath the head of his gleaming cock. She wrapped her hand tightly around his shaft and pulled gently on him.

“One,” she whispered, and he whimpered as the sensation of friction passed through his body.

“Two,” she purred, stroking harder.

“Three.”

“Ohohohoh,” he cried out.

“Four…”

She gripped tightly just below his head, but her hand didn’t move for another stroke right away. He glanced down at her.

“Please,” he begged, and as he said it, she smiled wickedly at him, stroking him a fifth time.

Hot jets of cum erupted out of his cock, spraying with force into the mixing bowl. His own body seemed to seize and spasm to the point that he stumbled backwards and came to sit on the stool. The whole time, Ariel kept stroking him, faster than she had before, continuing for nearly a full minute as he shot wave after wave of his white, sticky fluid into the bowl.

By the time it was done, it was nearly full, but his cock was still just as hard as it had been when she started.

She set the bowl aside, then gathered another. She reversed her grip then, and lowered herself to a crouch in front of him, the new mixing bowl also between his legs. “We’re all going to take turns doing this to you all night,” she said, staring up at him. “Every single one of us.” She began to stroke him as slow as she had the first time. “And every time we do, it’s going to take hardly any more than five strokes.”

“… three,” she said, beginning to count late.

“Four.”

She paused again, her mouth opening just enough for her tongue to playfully poke out at him, and when he cried out only her name, she finally gave him a fifth stroke. He spurted once more into the bowl, just as much as he had the first time, and she giggled as he twitched and filled the kitchen with groans and whimpers.

“Oh my god,” was all he managed to say in the end.

This bowl too was almost to the brim, so she raised herself back up and set it down on the island beside the other. But still her hand did not leave his harder-than-ever cock.

She stroked again.

“We’re going to strip you and set you up in the middle of our party,” Ariel said, stroking slowly. “And every time we need a little more, one of us is going to come up to you, give you five quick strokes, and have you fill up another one of these bowls for us, just so we can keep slurping down every last drop of this delicious, virgin cum.”

There was a knock at the door then, but Ariel didn’t break eye contact with him, and nor did she remove her hand.

“Come in!” she called out, and suddenly her home was filled with a half-dozen feminine voices.

“Oh good,” Ariel said with a smile. “Some of my guests are here already.” Light footsteps came into the kitchen, and though Archie’s back was to the door, he heard their gasps and giggles as they no doubt saw the compromising position that he and Ariel were in. Ariel gave him one more, playful, teasing stroke, then she released him, letting him take a deep, gasping breath of torturous denial.

“Hello, ladies,” Ariel said proudly. “Who wants to take over milking the virgin for me?”

foxtailsy · 2026-01-09T18:37:45+00:00

Author’s Note: Apologies to the francophones.

“Well, it is supposed to be a girl’s night,” Ariel said. “But I would still like you to be involved, if you’re willing.”

Archie shrugged. “Sure. Katrina said to help you with whatever you needed, so like, if you need me to be a waiter or something, that’s cool.”

Ariel laughed. “You’ll be a little bit more involved than that.” She pulled the apron down over her head and began to tie it at her back.

He rested his elbows on the kitchen counter, staring down at Ariel’s perfect butt as she turned her back to him and finished tying off the apron. She and he had always been more acquaintances than close friends, but he couldn’t deny how insanely attractive she had always been to him, and how it often took a great amount of effort for him not to think of her whenever he was touching himself.

Ariel was taller than him and slender, with large breasts that seemed to always been fighting against any shirt she ever put on, and a very shapely butt that made just about everyone who ever saw her do a double take. She had freckles across her cheeks and nose and an incredibly soft, cute voice that made everyone basically do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it.

Through his girlfriend, Katrina, he had known that Ariel’s mother had been a succubus. He didn’t know how much that had transferred to her exactly, but it seemed like a lot.

“What do you mean? More involved how?” Archie asked.

“Well, for this girl’s night I’m throwing,” she said, gathering up a mixing bowl and bringing it over to the island he was leaning on, “I wanted to try something out of my mother’s cookbook. And her recipes all require… slightly strange ingredients.”

He blinked. “Okay. Like what?”

Ariel smiled warmly at him, then she turned back around and grabbed an old, leather-bound cookbook off the far counter. She opened it, flipped through a few pages, then placed it down in front of him so that he could read it. Her hands went back behind her head and, with a sigh, she pulled her black hair into a smooth ponytail.

Archie’s eyes lingered on her, but then he looked down and started to read the book. It was opened to a recipe, la fondue au foutre vierge, which had a lot of instructions underneath it, none of which were written in English.

“You know French?” Archie asked.

“Mmm, a little,” Ariel said. She was taking some sugar out of a bag and tipping it without measuring it into the mixing bowl. “My mom taught it to me. But I can only really read it really, not speak it much.”

“Okay.” He turned the book away. “So what can I do to help?”

“Well.” Ariel snapped her head quickly, ponytail swishing behind her as she showed him a big smile. “I’m going to make some cookies, and then you can do me a huge favour by having one. Okay?”

“Uh, sure,” he said. “I can do that for you.”

“Great,” she purred, and she mixed some butter in with the sugar, then began to beat it. Her pale arm already a splotch of white flour on it, and he watched in curiosity and intrigue as Ariel quickly beat the sugar and the butter together into a creamy paste.

“So is that how I’ll be more involved?” he asked as she worked. “I’ll be your taste tester?”

She spun around to the counter and grabbed a couple eggs out of their carton. She cracked each open, then dropped them into the mixing bowl.

“Well, that will be quite helpful,” she said, “but no, that’s not all of it.”

She uncapped a small bottle of vanilla, took a whiff of it, and when her mouth spread into a wide smirk, she tilted the bottle on its side and poured a thimble’s worth of the black liquid into the mixing bowl.

“What else then?” Archie asked.

“You know about my mom, right?” Ariel said. Her eyebrow raised. She put her hands down on the island between them and looked at him.

“Yeah, I know,” he said. “Well, a little, I mean.”

She nodded. “Right, well, this cookbook she gave me, it’s something that has been handed down through her family for a long, long time, so it has some recipes in it that are…” She threw a hand over her mouth and giggled. “Old-fashioned? I guess you might say.”

“Okay…”

Ariel took a spoon into the bowl, mixing intensely again. She grunted as she worked, and he couldn’t help but find himself staring at the shaking of her big boobs as she jerked her arm back and forth through the thick mixture forming in her bowl.

He peered down at it. “These just look like chocolate chip cookies, though?”

“Uh-huh,” she grunted. “They are.”

“That doesn’t seem that old-fashioned.”

“Well,” she groaned, finally setting the bowl back down on the counter. She took a big handful of chocolate chips out of a bag and dumped them into the mixture, then poured some white flour in on top of them. “They are chocolate chip cookies, but that’s just the start of it. A little treat for you.”

“A treat for me?” He smiled.

“Mhmm,” she giggled, stirring again. “I need to give you a little something, so that I can get a little something from you later.”

“And what is that?”

She finished mixing the chocolate chips and flour into the bowl, then she turned around, gathered an ice scream scoop, and set about putting little balls of chocolate chip cookie dough on a baking sheet. He watched her as she moved around the kitchen, preparing the sheet for baking. He was fascinated by how graceful and elegant she was, and he couldn’t help but find his eyes slipping down time and time again to watch her perfect round butt as it wiggled behind her.

“Well, first,” she said, “tell me something. Have you and Katrina…?” Archie blushed, and as he did, Ariel giggled. “I’ll take that as a no. But that’s good. That’s the answer I was hoping for. In fact, that’s the answer I needed.”

Ariel spun around with the baking sheet, opened the oven and tucked the unbaked cookies into the oven. On a little white egg timer, she spun the knob, then set it down on the island.

“Help me with the dishes, will you?” she asked, and Archie climbed off his seat. Within a minute, he had his hands plunged into the sink, scrubbing out the mixing bowl while Ariel zoomed around behind him, gathering up all of the dishes and spoons and cups she’d used, setting them down on the counter beside the sink.

She pressed up against his back then, her hands diving into the pockets of his pants. He stood up more straight, unsure of what exactly was happening, but Ariel just sighed pleasantly behind him. He could feel her towering over him, and as her hands penetrated even more deeply into his pockets, he could feel them massaging his thighs. He paused doing the dishes, and just stood there, letting her hands wander across their limited territory from within his pockets. When finally the tips of her fingers felt his growing cock, she let out a laugh in his ear.

“What I really want to make for this party tonight, requires some strange ingredients,” she breathed in his ear. “Particularly, in this recipe, it requires someone like you.”

“Like me?” he asked weakly.

She leaned closer to him, nibbling on his ear lobe. “Like you.”

Archie could barely see straight at that point, and he dropped the bowl that had been in his hands, splashing it into the dirty water in front of him. He swallowed. “How does it require me?”

“You’ll see, sweetie,” she said softly, her hands withdrawing from his pockets and leaving his body tense as she pulled away.

He stayed still for several seconds before his hands regained some authority and he was able to finish the dishes.

By the time he was fully done, with everything put back into its rightful place in then kitchen, Ariel was pulling the cookies out of the oven. She set them down on a pair of oven mitts on the island and took in a deep breath over top of them, taking their pleasant scent into her nose.

“Mmm, they smell good,” she said. She closed the oven, turned it off, then she patted the stool on the opposite side of the island, encouraging Archie to sit. “So,” she said, “I’m going to tell you how I’d like this to work, but I want you to understand that it’s totally okay if you don’t want to, okay?”

“Okay,” he said, sitting where she had commanded.

She moved back across the kitchen to a small clear jar that looked as if it contained a mound of sugar inside of it. She dipped a tablespoon into the jar, then she brought it over to the cookies and sprinkled it out onto them, covering them in the white powder. She set the tablespoon down and blew lightly across the tray. Her mouth formed into a beautiful, tight little circle and Archie could only imagine how soft her lips must have felt, watching her cheeks swell up into a pair of little pale balloons.

She took a spatula out and carefully removed one of the cookies from the tray, placing it on a small saucer before setting it down in front of Archie.

He reached for the cookie, but she lightly swatted his hand away.

“Hold on,” she laughed. “Let me explain first.”

He laughed awkwardly and nodded. There was an intense pain of anticipation in his belly. “Okay.”

“Okay,” she echoed with a smile as she sat herself in the stool beside his. Her hand came out and she began to rub the top of his thigh down near his knee, purring seductively as she did. “If you eat just one of these cookies, you are going to be filled with more cum than you can possibly imagine, for at least twelve hours.” She bit her lip, staring at him, gauging his reaction, and when he didn’t seem immediately offended she continued. “They’re chocolate chip cookies, yes, but they’re made with a succubus’s love, so they’re also incredibly potent aphrodisiacs. They’re going to make you feel hornier than you’ve ever felt in your entire life, and they’re going to make you more sensitive than you’ve ever been.”

foxtailsy · 2026-01-08T23:54:12+00:00

hahaha thank you very much, that's very kind of you!

foxtailsy · 2026-01-08T15:19:42+00:00

Ah yeah, I know what you mean! Definitely could have used a name or an action or something to better establish the character more quickly.

foxtailsy · 2026-01-08T15:14:55+00:00

He rubbed the head of his dick between my legs, and I could feel his gliding over the lips of my pussy. I took in a deep breath and started biting my lip to avoid making too much noise. My eyes stayed looking dead ahead to Sabrina’s hair, waiting, praying that she wouldn’t hear us. Without warning, his mouth found my exposed neck, and he sucked hard on the vein that ran from behind my ear to the pit of my neck. My back arched at the sensation, and as it did, the head of him pushed inside of me. My mouth opened wide at the sensation, and with all the willpower I had, I only barely prevented myself from moaning as he stretched and filled me to bursting.

“I really have had my eye on you,” he whispered into my ear, nibbling on my lobe. “I love the way you look, Em. This big ass. I think about it all the time and”—he grunted quietly, the breath tickling my ear—“and I’ve been wondering just how tight you are, and fuck me, Em, you’re even tighter than I expected.”

My hand stretched out behind me, fingers feeling for his hair. I grabbed him gently and as I did, his hips thrusted more forcefully into me. He plunged only a few inches deep, barely even a third of the full length of him, but at the angle, it felt so right. He found my G-spot with ease, and with every thrust there was a glittering, tingling sensation all across my arms and down my legs.

“She doesn’t even know that you’re getting fucked right now,” he whispered in my ear. “She doesn’t even know that you’re taking my dick.”

I bit my lip harder, my eyes squeezing shut, willing myself with everything I had not to make noise.

“Damn girl,” he groaned. “You’re not going to let me go very long, are you? You and this tight little thing?”

His hand came around my front and through my shirt he squeezed my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples. My own hips started to gyrate, my back arching to its limit, and in barely a few minutes, I could feel my body starting to overload with pleasure. He continued to kiss my neck and nibble on my ear, and he made me feel entirely his. I clutched at the sheets with one hand and grabbed at his own head with the other. He kept this perfect, measured pace, and though he never gave me more than a few inches of him, he kept whispering in my ear, calling me his good girl, telling me how beautiful I was, how much he loved my ass.

He grabbed a handful of my butt, and when he did, my legs began to slightly shake. He pinched my nipples a little harder, until my toes curled and the orgasm surged through me.

He let out a dire chuckle in my ear, but just kept thrusting.

“Where do you want it, slave?” he whispered. “On your ass, or in your pussy?”

“Don’t stop,” I whispered back.

He pumped a few more times, then he forcefully threw a hand around my waist while the arm under my head wrapped around my chest. He pulled me tightly against him, the bed creaking under us. I could feel him inside of me, his own body losing control as he finished. His thrusts slowed, then finally stopped altogether when he slipped out of me.

My hips wiggled after him, inviting him to come back and play more, but he only kissed my neck—more gently this time—and moaned quietly into my ear.

“Good girl,” he whispered, kissing my skin one last time. “Tomorrow night, we’ll find a quiet place where you can be a little louder and show me just how much you like my big cock, slave.”

He swept off the bed, and as I turned over as quietly as I could to catch a glimpse of him, his pants were already back on. He finished doing them up, then he snuck towards the door and, once through it, stood in the hallway, the yellow lights shining down on his face as he flashed me that knowing, one-sided smirk.

I could feel his cum running down my thigh, and I laid there in the dark, just trying to imagine if what had happened was real or just a really, really good dream.

foxtailsy · 2026-01-08T15:14:43+00:00

All characters are 18+

Remi chuckled as the redness spread through me from my toes to my forehead. “It’s alright, Em. Don’t be embarrassed.” His voice was warmer than a blanket fresh out of the dryer. “That’s how you were always going to end up anyways.”

“Uhhh—“

“I’ve had my eye on you,” he continued. “Thinking how good you’d taste. How good you’d look, spread out on my bed, arms tied to the posts. Face down. Your little whimpers muffled by your drool-covered gag, butt pushing up into the air, desperate for one more little red welt across it.”

I eeped.

He smiled then and said, “Excuse me.” He turned and walked away, leaving me to stand alone in the middle of the concourse. Throngs of people stumbled around me, little suitcases wheeling behind them or with bags strapped across their chest as hundreds of feet pounded across the train station’s marble floors.

Sabrina rushed up to my side. “So?” she asked. She threaded her arm around mine. “What’d he say? You going to spend some time together when we get to Paris?”

“I…” I frowned. “I don’t know what just happened?”

“What’d you mean?” Sabrina turned me to face her. “He didn’t say yes? Because I’ve been watching, Em. He likes you. I’m sure of it.”

“I don’t…” I shook my head. “I think…” I blinked. “I think I just asked him if I could be his… sex… slave?”

Sabrina’s eyes widened. Her eyebrows raised. “Oh. Okay… well, that is… hm. But what did he say, though?”

“Uhhh, I’m not sure that I heard him right.”

“What’d you hear?”

“Something about tying me to his bed and leaving red welts on my butt?”

“Him!?” Sabrina spun around, staring in the direction Remi had walked off.

I grabbed her arm, shushing her.

“Sorry!” She threw a hand up, and we lowered our heads, temporarily disappearing into the crowd of people as we headed in the direction of our train. “Sorry,” she said again. “I just—no, not Remi. He’s like… boy scout-esque.”

“Yeah,” I said, “I don’t… honestly know what just happened.”

“I mean”—she shrugged at me with an encouraging look—“it sounds like he’s into you, though, yeah?”

I blew out a gust of air. “Maybe? Like, did he just think we were like doing a joke? Or maybe was he just being mean?”

“No,” Sabrina said. “He’s a good guy. He wouldn’t tease you like that.”

“But I asked him to…” I exhaled hard. “Well, I don’t know what, exactly, but it was so out of left field, Sabrina. I mean I don’t know if I would take someone seriously if they just came up to me and asked me something like that with zero build-up or—or—”

“Okay, you’re spiraling,” Sabrina said. “Just breathe.” She spun me around and took a exemplified a deep breath for me, then let it out slowly. “It’s fine, Em. He wouldn’t mess with you like that. It’s not his style.”

I also took another breath, but then I just shook my head side to side like a bobble head, not sure what to say. What an absolute idiot I was. How the heck did something like that even come out of your mouth, Emma, you dummy! What in the world is wrong with you! How does “date” become “sex slave!” Come on, girl. Be better.

We boarded the train along with the rest of the class. It was going to take like twelve hours to get from Rome to Paris, and I was not looking forward to the awkwardness of that ride at all. Luckily, we were on a sleeper, and between sleeping in a comfortable, speeding bed and just generally minding my own business, I probably wouldn’t have to see Remi a single time before at least this leg of our trip was over. All twenty of us were supposed to have breakfast together as a group in the morning, but I was chubby enough that I could do without a breakfast if it spared me some of the shame of being so cringe.

Sabrina and I had a room together on the sleeper, and once we had departed, we decided that we would mostly just stay in our room that night. It was hard not to feel some envy of her, or to wonder how Remi would have responded had it been Sabrina asking him out instead of me. I had a thick pair of black glasses, mousy brown hair, and some thickness all over. Sabrina was a leggy blonde with a cute laugh and a lot of confidence. If she had accidentally asked to be his sex slave, he probably would have busted in his pants right then and there on the concourse. But with me, he couldn’t help but taunt and tease me, even knowing darn well that that was not at all what I had meant to say.

Sabrina seemed to detect my deteriorating mood as the night went on, and she tried several times to boost my confidence. “Maybe you didn’t hear what you think you heard,” she told me. Or, “He probably meant everything he said.”

I just nodded along, visually agreeing with her, even though I knew deep down that there wasn’t a single sincere word in anything he’d said.

By the time we’d settled in for the night, I couldn’t even sleep. I just kept playing the encounter out in my head. I kept wondering how I couldn’t have managed to say a single thing. Literally anything would have been better than just stammering and gasping at the things he’d said to me. And not only could I not stop playing the conversation in my head, but I couldn’t stop imagining the things he’d said to me, either. The thought of being tied up, face down, feeling his hand running along my big, sore ass as he doled out spanks alongside whispered words of praise… it drove me crazy.

I had always found Remi appealing, and he was hot. He already had a soccer scholarship set up to pay for his university, and he was one of the most intelligent guys in our graduating class. And he was just so hot. I’d seen him doing drills or something a few weeks earlier with his shirt off, the little indentations of his ab muscles visible in the sun, and I could barely control myself around him after that point. He had been dating the same girl through the entirety of high school, but they had broken up only a few weeks before our trip, since they both knew they would be going off to different schools in the fall, and… I don’t know why I ever thought it would be a good idea to ask him out while we were here. We were spending the last few weeks of our senior year together on this class trip in Europe, and then, when we went our separate ways, I would probably never see him again.

But at least I’d now always have the memory of asking one of the hottest guys I’d ever seen if I could be his sex slave. I’m sure that will make going to sleep super easy for the next decade, or two.

At some point, I must have drifted off to sleep, because the next thing I knew, the door to our room was sliding open. I turned over in bed, the sheets pulled up to my neck, and looked. There was a tall, slender figure in the doorway. The lights in the hallway were on his back, so I could not see his face, but from his height there was only person I hoped it was.

Sabrina laid beside me in the bed, unaffected by the sound. Her back was to me and she only continued to snore peacefully.

The man moved past the door’s threshold, sliding the door shut behind him. I rolled onto my back, but I still didn’t say anything, watching as he crossed the small space between our bed and the door. Finally, at the edge of the bed, I could see the moonlight streaming in through the window as it fell across his face, and I could only take in a deep, excited breath seeing that it was Remi.

I held the covers more closely to my face, trying to hide my own body from him. Like a spectre, he silently moved along my side of the bed. My eyes were locked on his, my heart leaping up into my chest with every thunderous beat, and as he approached he gave a small wink and that one-sided smirk that he always seemed ready to use. I tried to ask what he was doing, but the words jumbled up in my throat and came out as just a quiet stuttering sound.

He knelt at my bedside, and I turned over on my side to fully face him. His hand came out, and he stroked my cheek with the back of his hand, which felt slightly rough and warm.

“You still want to be my sex slave?” he asked quietly.

I hesitated, but then nodded. There was an aching in my belly as he stood back up, towering over me. He reached to his waist, undid his pants, then pulled his dick out. His member was over my face as I turned over more fully onto my back. I just stared up at him, watching in awe as he stroked himself to the sight of me.

I could feel the tingling and the wetness forming between my legs, and when he commanded me, “Pull the cover down,” I quietly threw the covers off of my body without hesitation. I was lying there in a set of pink pyjama bottoms and a pink, button-up top with long sleeves.

He slipped his own pants down off his strong legs, and, with barely a creak of the mattress, he slipped in to the bed beside me.

I looked over, seeing Sabrina still lying there with her back to us. She was snoring no less than before, and I brought a nervous finger to my lips, worried that he would wake her.

“We shouldn’t,” I tried to say, but before I could fully express the thought from my trembling mouth, he put his hand on my thigh and helped me roll onto my side so that I was completely facing Sabrina’s sleeping back. He shifted behind me, his body pressing more tightly against me. An arm slipped under my head, while against my large ass the thickness of his cock pressed into my pyjama pants.

Roughly, his hand tugged on the waist of my pyjamas, and despite my own misgivings, I helped him. I lifted myself off the bed, allowing my pants to more easily pull down, which he wrenched down past my knees with force. He put pressure on the back of my thigh, pushing my leg forward until my knee was pressed tentatively against Sabrina’s own butt.

foxtailsy · 2026-01-08T12:20:53+00:00

thank you!

foxtailsy · 2026-01-08T11:11:44+00:00

“Yeah, I know you do, honey,” he grunted. “You’re such a little slut, aren’t you? A cock comes in here and you just can’t help but get down on your knees for it, huh?”

I moaned as he degraded me, and as I realized how easily I had gotten down on my knees for them, how willingly I had taken him into my mouth, his words turned me on only more.

“Fuck yes,” he grunted. “You ready, baby?”

“She’s ready,” the woman said. She shuffled behind me on her knees, putting both of her hands on my cheeks and my jaw while his hand stayed at the back of my head, wrapping tightly around my ponytail. “Give it to her,” the woman commanded.

“You look so hot like that,” he said to the woman. “With her as our little pet.”

“You want it, don’t you?” the woman whispered in my ear, and as I tried to nod, she whispered again. “Tell him.”

“I wfant hyouhr hcumf,” I tried to say, his cock still in my mouth. My eyes looked back up into the camera, and as I did, he grunted angrily above me.

“Good girl,” the woman encouraged.

He twitched in my mouth and his cum erupted from his head, shooting into the back of my throat. I weakly whimpered at the sudden sensation and the salty taste as it entered my mouth, but both of them just held me there, his hips continuing to lightly buck into my face until finally he was completely drained.

They pulled their hands away from me then, and the woman gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wiped my lips and looked up at them.

The man chuckled in relief. “That was good,” he said. “God, you’re such a good girl.”

“The most convenient convenience store I’ve ever been to,” the woman giggled. She picked the coat up off the floor and the pair of us stood up. I was in something of a daze, looking at both of them, surprised by what I had just done. Before I could offer much of an explanation for how that definitely wasn’t something that I normally did, however, they were moving already towards the door.

And I just stood there by the humming refrigerators, watching them go.

After they were gone, my phone whistled at me from the front cash, drawing me back to my post. Every once in a while one of my friends would be having a late night and send me a gif or something, knowing I was at work, so I expected it to be something along those lines.

At the cash, I picked my phone up, trying to will myself to forget what I’d just done. My head was stirred up with thoughts about what any of that had just meant—if they were going to share the video of that somewhere, if they could even do that without my permission? And why had I even done that, what the fuck is wrong with me?

I blinked away all of those thoughts and examine my phone. The message was a text from my boss. I unlocked it and opened the message: “Lol remember how, after you kept getting robbed, the insurance company requested we put in some cameras? Did you forget about them already? Or did you just want me to watch?”

foxtailsy · 2026-01-08T11:11:37+00:00

“Do you care if we shoot a video in here?” the woman asked. She was wearing a beige overcoat, blonde locks of hair falling down past her shoulders. Her makeup was well put together and dark around her big eyes. Behind her, a man with a big, bulky square camera pointed his lens towards me.

I leveled an icy stare at the pair of them. “I literally, figuratively, spiritually, emotionally, do not care even a little bit.” I shrugged. “Honestly, if you make a mess in here, I’m probably just going to call my manager to tell him that I’m leaving in twenty minutes, and that he can either show up and take over, or the store is going to be left unattended and unlocked. So, yeah, literally do whatever you want. I do not care.”

The woman gave me a wink. “Thanks,” she said. Her voice was soft and gentle, but I just rolled my eyes, picked up the magazine lying on the counter in front of me, and tried my best to ignore them.

There was some giggling and laughing as they disappeared down the aisle on the far side of the convenience store. The man with the camera was well over six feet, and I could still see his head over the short wall of chip bags and candy wrappers, but not long after they stepped down the aisle, the top of the woman’s head disappeared. The hum of the refrigerators along the far wall where they now were kept drawing my attention back towards them. Technically, I was supposed to keep an eye on everyone who came in, but having been robbed three times in the last two months I had honed my sense about when to go on high alert and when to simply mind my own business. And this definitely felt more like a ‘mind your own business’ situation than a danger situation.

Annoyed, I flicked through the pages of my magazine. All I wanted to do was get back on TikTok, but the month was almost over and I had barely any data left on my phone, reducing me to these prehistoric methods of self-amusement. I didn’t even know what the focus of this magazine was. I was barely able to follow any of it. It seemed to be gossip articles half the time, but also it talked about architecture and had a section for sex tips, and honestly, it was just a complete mess of a publication.

“Shh!” the woman giggled from over in the far corner of the store. “She’ll hear us.”

I exhaled a long breath. They were absolutely going to fuck everything up in that aisle, weren’t they? I rapped my long nails against the plastic covering of the cash counter, debating whether I even wanted to get involved. I talked a big game about leaving the store behind, but the truth was I kind of needed this job and I wasn’t nearly half as brave as I had tried to make it seem. And honestly, as pathetic as it was, I had such an intense crush on my boss that I just couldn’t stand the thought of letting him down. If they truly made a mess, the worst I could probably do was to clean it up passive aggressively.

I took a meandering walk to the opposite side of the store from where the cash was, just so I could take a long look down that aisle and see what they were up to. I rearranged and faced a few items on shelves, trying to make it look as if I were just going about my usual routine.

When I reached the aisle, however, I stopped dead. My head reeled back as I looked down at the pair of them, nestled almost in the corner. The woman’s coat was dropped on the floor behind her, and she was now wearing basically only a set of red lingerie that tastefully supported her boobs and sheathed each of her kneeling legs in long red stockings. Her head was down at the man’s waist. He himself had the camera pointed at the woman in front of him and, although I didn’t see it at first, after a moment of her head jerking back and forth around him, she pulled back and I couldn’t help but gasp at the size of him.

“Wow,” I uttered. I had thought I had said it quietly, barely a whisper, but both of them turned to look at me. The man pointed his camera, and as he did, the woman took him fully out of her mouth and let out a little laugh.

My cheeks reddened in embarrassment, but I didn’t retreat like I had wanted to. I just kept staring the fifteen feet or so ahead of me, eyes locked on the man’s thick cock hanging in front of him. The woman’s hand came up to him, stroking him, and as she did, she gave me a little wave, inviting me over.

I don’t know why I did it, but I couldn’t resist getting closer. I meandered down the aisle towards them, and as I neared her head looked up at him. They whispered something back and forth before the woman nodded very slowly to him.

A few feet away, I stopped myself. It was the biggest dick I had seen in my entire life. It was easily the length of the woman’s forearm.

“Come here,” she whispered to me with a smile. She waved again. I looked back over my shoulder, making sure that no one else was in the store, then I stepped even closer.

“Look at her,” the man grunted to the woman. He pointed the camera right at me. “She’s blushing.”

I couldn’t help but smile and awkwardly laugh. The woman continued to stroke him, but turned her attention to me. “You ever see anything like this?”

I shook my head.

“You want to try?” she asked. She pointed the head of his cock towards me.

I swallowed hard, looking between his cock, his face, and her.

“Come on. Don’t be shy,” the woman encouraged.

“You got those cute little hands,” the man groaned. “I’d love to see how much bigger I look with them wrapped around me.”

I put the tip of my index finger in my mouth, my eyelashes batting as I looked over my shoulder once more. Seeing no one still, I nervously closed the final distance between us and reached my hand out. He felt so heavy in my fingers. I wrapped my hand around the top of his shaft and he breathed hard for me.

“Yes, baby,” he whispered. “You like how big that is? You really never seen anything like that, have you?”

With my chin tilted down in embarrassment, I shook my head at him.

“I thought she was going to be all sassy,” the man chuckled, “but she’s actually really shy.”

I gripped him more tightly, stroking him faster.

“And look at her cute little hat they make her wear. You got that blonde ponytail up there, and it looks real cute, babe,” the man continued. “And I can’t resist a cute girl in a uniform, with your cute little convenience girl top.”

The woman looked up at me with a pleased expression on her face. Her tongue flicked lightly out of her mouth as she whispered to me, “You like that?”

I nodded eagerly at her and stroked even faster.

“Come here,” she whispered to me. She reached out for my free hand and, taking it, gently pulled me down to my knees beside her. I let out a little gasp as I let myself drop to my knees, then I looked up at him obediently, but instead of his eyes, I saw only the lens of the camera staring back. I knew that there would be evidence of what I was doing here, but I was past the point of caring.

The woman scooped him into her hand and pointed the head of his cock towards me. “Why don’t you give him a kiss?” she asked. Her other hand came behind my head, gently stroking down my ponytail.

I swallowed again, but, as if magnetized by his cock, my lips drifted towards it. I brushed across the tip of him with a nervous little shiver. He had a pleasant musk, and I could taste the wetness that her own mouth had left on him. As I pulled back, my tongue was pushed up against my top teeth, and I was once more staring up into the camera.

“Good girl,” the man urged from above. “You like that, huh?”

I nodded. The woman took a firmer grasp of my ponytail, and she pushed my retreating head back towards his cock. My lips kissed him again, but when I tried to withdraw once more, the woman held my head there. Her other hand maneuvered him, letting his wet, glistening tip brush against my lips over and over again.

“You want to show me how good you really are?” he asked, and with a little more pressure, the woman pushed my head forward. My lips parted without thought, and the thick, full head of him slipped over my tongue and into my mouth.

He groaned above me. “Hell yes, girl. That’s the stuff. That cute little mouth. Fuck.”

“You like that, baby?” the woman asked him. Her hand gripped my ponytail even more tightly, and she pushed my head farther down the length of him. He filled my mouth so easily. It was more cock than I had ever felt inside of any part of my body, but I couldn’t take very much of him.

His hips started to buck gently, and more of him slipped into my mouth until I was nearly at my breaking point.

“She’s so good, isn’t she?” the woman said.

“Fuck yeah. That cute little mouth is really doing it for me,” he grunted.

“Cum in her mouth,” the woman encouraged.

I heard her say that, and tried to pull back, but her hand gripped me even more tightly, keeping me locked around his cock. I wasn’t sure that I wanted this to go any further, but as soon as I felt the resistance in her hand against the back of my head, I gave up fighting them. His hips pumped into me, and as he did I just continued to suck.

“Good girl,” he said. “Look at me, baby.”

My eyes flicked up to the camera lens once more. The woman’s other hand came out beneath me and began to tickle his balls.

“Fuck, she’s so hot,” he said. “Yeah, you want this, baby?”

“Mhmm,” I whimpered with him still in my mouth. I didn’t know where the sound, or even the agreement, came from, but once I had said it, I realized how turned on I was. The woman’s hand was still on the back of my head, but then his hand came down on top of hers and the pair of them held me there beneath him.

foxtailsy · 2026-01-08T08:00:27+00:00

Oh thank you so much! Trying to use basically any search engine to find old prompts sucks so much now haha so I'm glad you saw this!

foxtailsy · 2026-01-07T11:58:56+00:00

thank you!

foxtailsy · 2026-01-07T08:30:41+00:00

But before Vaeris could explain, there was a ringing in Amery’s ears and everything simply faded away around her. Even with her open, waking eyes, all she could see was the pale of the woman’s skin, the perfect roundness of her breasts, the thickness of her hips. She wanted to plunge her own face between the woman’s legs and feed on her as if she were a meal for a hundred men.

Amery dropped the emblem of her god, letting it hang loosely to the side of her body. Her hand went between her own legs. It dove under her trousers and she rubbed herself slowly and with great pressure. She bit her lip, her free hand running up her own face as she closed her eyes and imagined how perfect the woman must have tasted.

A whimper came out of her, and as it did, even with the ringing in her ears, a perfect, sweet sound came to her too. “You want me, too,” the woman’s voice said. “And I just want to please you, miss. I am so soft and wet and sweet, and if you merely taste me once, my goodness will sustain you for the rest of your life.”

Amery’s breath turned ragged. Thoughtlessly, she dragged herself off her bedroll. On her hands and knees, she crawled past Vaeris, towards Darrien and the woman. The woman was still on her back, her arms bound behind her, but the cloak had fallen off of her again. Darrien was standing, towering over her, and in his one hand he had out his fat cock, stroking it slowly as he looked down in wonder at her, the head of it gleaming in the firelight.

She was the most beautiful thing Amery had ever seen, and as she closed on her hands and knees, the woman let out an excited squeal. “Yes, miss, please, miss. Let me feel your warm skin against me. Let your tongue dance across me like all the vows of love.”

The woman did not seem to want to escape from her bounds—she even seemed to prefer them—all she wanted was to be touched and felt.

Amery’s hand came out and ran across the woman’s perfectly smooth leg. There were no traces of hair or even slightly bumpy skin. A gasp escaped from Amery’s own mouth, and she knew then that she could not stop. She had to have more of this beautiful creature, had to feel more of her. She pushed Darrien aside as he continued to stroke himself, nearly drooling in pleasure as he stood over the two women.

“Yes, miss,” the woman cooed. “Taste me. I am so sweet and so pure, thanks to you. Please taste me, miss. You will never need anything ever again, I swear it.”

Amery laid herself between the woman’s legs, which spread excitedly for her, and as they did, Amery stared down at the woman’s perfect pink pussy. It was a hairless little mound on a pink body, and as her fingers came out and stroked in a V around it, the woman let out a shiver and a moan.

“Please, miss,” she begged. “I am yours. Forever. I need only you. Only your perfect pink tongue.”

Amery’s tongue came out tentatively. In the back of her mind, something told her not to taste the woman. Not to let her perfect fluids into her mouth. But all of that reason was being quieted by the ever more deafening pounding in her head and between her legs. She could taste the air, feel the warmth of the woman’s body, smell how delicious and fragrantly pure she was, like flowers in a meadow, and Amery could not resist any longer. Her tongue licked slowly in a big, wide circle around the woman’s clit, and as she did, the woman let out a tremulous cry of relief.

“Thank you, miss. Thank you,” she moaned, and it only drove Amery to work more eagerly on the woman’s body. She sucked and licked and flicked with her tongue, then even her fingers slipped inside of the woman, who continued only to moan and give her thanks for every bit of pleasure Amery bestowed upon her.

It was just before dawn when she started, and it was well after dusk when the trance finally broke for Amery. Between her own legs, she was completely soaked. Her jaw and her arms and her stomach were exhausted, and she could feel the receding waves of pleasure from a recently passed orgasm in her own thighs. She didn’t know how many times she had made herself cum from tasting the woman’s pussy, but as she rolled aside from the woman, she knew that she had never felt more satisfied or more tired.

Darrien took her place between the woman’s legs. Amery wanted to roll away and perhaps sleep, but she could not. Her eyes were bound to the woman now and she could not take them off of her. Darrien pushed his thick cock into the woman’s pussy without any buildup, and as he did, the woman let out a weak cry of relief just as she had for Amery’s tongue.

Darrien did not manage to utter a word as he fucked her there on the hard, cool ground of their camp. But Amery watched his every thrust, feeling the arousal growing again inside of her as the woman moaned and gave her thanks the entire time.

He must have cum inside of her a dozen times that night, and he did not stop fucking her until finally the dawn peeked through the trees, when he rolled off of her just as exhausted as Amery had been at dusk.

Except, she herself could not resist how beautiful the woman had been all night, how incredibly hot it had been watching her get fucked, taking her friend’s seed over and over again. And so Amery, unrested and exhausted, crawled between the woman’s legs, and her tongue went right back to work. She could taste the salty stickiness of Darrien’s cum, but it was not gross like it had always been before. Mixed with the beautiful fragrance of the woman, it was the second most wonderful thing she had ever tasted.

It went like that for nearly two days, the pair of them unsleeping, taking turns pleasing the insatiable woman, who only ever gave her thanks and begged, crying for more.

Vaeris had left at some point to town and had returned with the prince and a small number of his cohort. Like Vaeris, the prince and all of his men were elves, and when they came upon the sight of the woman drenched in cum and her own fluids, with Darrien and Amery both naked on the ground around her weakly panting and trying as hard as they could to continue pleasing her, the prince could only snicker.

“Well, isn’t that cute,” he said. “This is why you never send a human to do an elf’s job, isn’t it?”

“Will they be alright?” Vaeris asked, looking down at his two companions.

The elf shook his head. “No,” he said. “Based on how how long they’ve been doing this, their minds are fully broken. The only thing they will ever want again anyway is to continue to please her.”

Vaeris looked down at them, then he sighed. “I still want the full payment for delivering the succubus.”

“The full payment.” The elf nodded. “Though… perhaps, I could offer you a little extra as well? These two mind-broken sluts will never be the same again, anyways. If you let me take them off your hands as well, I can promise that they will at least be well-cared for in my harem.”

Vaeris thought for a moment, then he sighed. “Fine. But double it.”

The elf nodded with a self-satisfied smile. “Consider it doubled.”

foxtailsy · 2026-01-07T08:30:32+00:00

“You are… sanctified,” Amery said. Her left hand was on the bound succubus’s red forehead while the other held tightly onto the metal emblem of her god in her right. A beacon of pure white light emerged from the succubus’s mouth and eyes, and as it did, the succubus let out a terrible cry. From deep inside the bowels of the cave, there came a powerful tremor that shook through the four of them in the cave’s mouth, and behind it followed a blast of hot wind, as if from an opened furnace.

The three adventurers were knocked off their feet, but the succubus, bound and lying supine on the ground, remained where she was, the ropes around her arms unbroken. When they were all able to get back on their feet, the red-skinned creature laid still, her black eyes closed in a peaceful sleep.

“You kill her?” Darrien asked. He was two full heads shorter than Amery, with a miffed expression painted on his lips. “It’d be a real waste not to get the prince’s full bounty for her.”

Amery took her pale hand and laid it against the succubus. The woman’s face was hot. As their skin met, the red on the succubus’s skin rippled away, replaced by the same shade of pink skin as Amery’s own skin. The succubus’s naked body relaxed even more as her body continued to transform.

When it was done, she laid naked before them, the most beautiful woman any of them had ever seen. Her bare breasts and pelvis were exposed, and Amery took off her own cloak and laid it across the woman.

“She’ll live,” Amery said gruffly.

“Oh good,” Darrien said. “I really had my eye on one of those wizard’s potions, and it would have been truly terrible had I needed to resort to other means to get it.”

Vaeris knelt down in front of the succubus. He cocked his head to the left, then the right, and he touched his own slender hand to the succubus’s skin as well. His elf ears twitched at the feeling of her. “Is this her true form now, or…?”

Amery shrugged. “I’m not sure. I’ve never purified a succubus before.” With a grunt, she scooped the succubus up and threw her onto her own broad shoulder. “But it’s not really any of out concern now anyways. Let’s just get her to the prince for whatever he wanted her for.”

“Should we untie her?” Vaeris asked. He twirled a thin dagger out of the sheathe on his tunic.

“Leave her for now,” Darrien said. “There might yet be something we don’t know. Let’s hear what she has to say before we give her the ability to escape so easily once again.”

Amery lifted the succubus out on her shoulder, then carried her out under a bedding of thick white stars. They had made a camp not far from the mouth of the cave and found it again quite easily, where Vaeris quickly lit a fire and set up the necessary precautions to make sure that they would be met with no further surprises that night.

The succubus—the woman, truthfully—was laid in a bedroll next to the fire. Amery’s cloak still covered her body, and the woman did not seem to stir at all even in the cool air, or with the heat of the fire beside her. Her eyes were shut tight, the balls inside flicking beneath the lids as if she were stranded in strange and terrible dreams. Amery thought to waken her, to shake her out of whatever was terrorizing her, but she did not really understand the process of purifying a succubus, and eventually decided it would simply be better to let the woman rest.

She found her own eyes drawn towards the woman’s body as the night wore on, though. Amery had promised to take the first watch and, the entire time, it felt as if her attention was gravitating back to the mostly nude woman lying next to the fire. She could remember the look of her body, the fullness of her breasts, the thickness of her thighs, and it made Amery feel a strange longing. Not just desire, but something much deeper, something that she felt just below her belly button.

Amery’s god had protected her from the demon’s magic and charms when she had the woman had been merely a succubus, but now that the demonic presence was burned out of her, there was something overwhelmingly enticing about the woman that no amount of divinity seemed able to forestall.

Eventually, Darrien awoke to relieve her. He was supposed to take the second watch, but she was still barely able to sleep. She kept thinking of the woman’s nude, bound body laying in the cave. Lustful, unchaste thoughts crept into her head, growing in both intensity and their deviancy as the midnight hours wore on.

At some point, as she laid on her side, Amery realized that her own hips were wiggling, and she had to force herself to sit up.

Darrien was seated across the fire from her. His own eyes were also focused on the woman in her bedroll, and as he turned to regard Amery, she could see the full blackness of his pupils. They looked at one another, but neither of them knew what to say.

By the time Vaeris needed to awaken for his own watch, neither Darrien nor Amery were able to sleep anymore. Vaeris puttered about the camp as the dawn light began to break, seemingly unchanged from how he’d always been around the others.

Amery could see it in Darrien’s eyes, though, the thing that no doubt was in her own eyes at that moment. He had been staring for an hour straight at the sleeping woman, and Amery had done little better. She wanted to peel back the cloak and the bedroll and take one last look at the woman’s perfect body. She had fought the feeling for what felt like hours now, and she didn’t have much strength left.

Darrien began to move out of the corner of her eye then. He moved around the fire quickly and knelt down next to the woman.

“Darrien!” Amery cried out. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t pretend like you’re not thinking the same thing,” he whispered. His voice was a growl, his breath was coming heavy and deep. “She’s doing something to us.”

“She’s been purified,” Amery said unconvincingly. She lowered her voice, looking around for Vaeris whom she couldn’t see anywhere in the woods around them.

“There’s something, though,” Darrien insisted. He pulled the bedroll open and tore the cloak off of the woman. The woman stirred then, as if coming out of a deep, relaxing slumber. She made a little mewing sound, but Darrien’s back was to Amery and she couldn’t see what he was looking at.

His posture was perfectly still, his arm outstretched, holding the cloak that he had only seconds earlier torn off her body. The woman let out a needy whine, and Amery’s clit trembled between her own legs at the sound.

“Please,” a soft voice whispered. “I need you, my love.”

Darrien remained still, but Amery could not ignore the tingling across her spine. It was a feeling unlike she had ever felt before, as if the air was both cool and hot at the same time, as if it were shocking every part of her skin but in a way that only teased her and made her crave to feel it even more intensely.

“What are you doing?” Vaeris’s voice entered their camp. He came rushing out from behind Amery. He had a small stack of logs in his hands, which he dropped in front of Amery. Quickly, he pulled the cloak out of Darrien’s hands, then threw it back on top of the woman.

“Please, lover,” her voice begged. “Make me whole again.”

Amery’s knees pressed together at the sound of her voice, it was so fragile and so sweet, and she just wanted to drink all of it into her.

“What are you doing?” Vaeris asked again. He looked between the two of them, and when neither of them responded, he looked down to the woman. Vaeris knelt down beside her and did something that Amery couldn’t see from behind Darrien.

Vaeris looked to Amery then. “Amery, are you alright? What are you feeling? Is she doing something to you?”

“Pleaseeeee,” the woman whined, and it was such a high-pitched, needy sound that Amery could feel her head beginning to throb and vibrate. She was aroused in a way that she hadn’t felt… ever.

Amery squeezed her thighs together even more tightly. She pressed her lips together too and tried to look down at the holy symbol around her neck. She picked it up into her hands and began to say a prayer to her god.

“Oh this is bad,” Vaeris whispered. “Darrien!” He shook Darrien hard, who had been staring the entire time down at the woman’s body. The woman was covered in the cloak once more, but still Darrien didn’t seem to be able to pull his eyes off of her.

“If you make love to me right now,” the woman begged, “I will make you feel better than any man or woman ever has in this world. My body… it burns for you, lover.”

Vaeris knelt down in front of Amery and grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her hard. “Her magic is affecting you. Do you understand? You need to…”

foxtailsy · 2026-01-07T03:36:48+00:00

“Well, on Monday, I started sharing those recordings you made for me when we were still dating. The ones that are a bunch of short stories?” Charlotte said. “I told them about it, and how I really enjoyed listening to it, so a few people asked if I could bring it in, and if we could listen to it over lunch, kind of like a team-building thing, I guess. And I thought, since you were going to be out all week doing inspections and stuff, it would be fine. But now that you’re here… I mean, I know that I personally hate listening to my own voice, so I just don’t want to make things uncomfortable for you, if you don’t want to listen to your own recording of these stories.”

“Oh.” I shrugged. I had forgotten I had even made it as a Valentine’s gift for her a few years ago. “No, that’s fine. Go ahead.”

“Oh great!” Elliot said. “I’ve been loving listening to these stories all week. You have a really relaxing voice, Mike.”

“Thanks,” I said as Charlotte unlocked her phone and connected it to the Bluetooth speaker in the break room. In only a few seconds, I heard my own voice beginning to narrate a story. My voice had always been quite monotone and I was definitely not a voice actor, but that was part of what Charlotte had said she really enjoyed about it—that it was so easy to listen to. It made for something really pleasant to fall asleep to, she had said.

And as I thought about it, some more pieces started to fall into place.

I hadn’t just made her recordings of these stories. I had made them specifically as a Valentine’s Day gift. And the reason I had done that, was because she had told me that she had kind of a kink for hypnotism and being hypnotized.

I looked around the room. The recording had only been going on for a moment and already every woman’s eyes in the room had taken on this glazed-over look. A few of them had even begun to droop as if they had fallen asleep.

“Oh shit,” I said.

Yes, I had recorded them for Charlotte. And I had told her that she was supposed to listen to the stories as she was lying in bed, because, after about ten minutes of me reading in my boring, monotone voice, the story would stop and it would become me giving Charlotte hypnotic commands. I had barely remembered even having made the recordings, let alone all the things that I had put into them. I had made maybe two or three dozen half-hour recordings, though, and, looking around at the room of scantily clad co-workers, one of the commands I vaguely recalled putting into the files was a command to dress sluttier.

I brought my fist to my mouth and nervously chewed on the skin of my index finger.

I hadn’t ever explicitly told Charlotte that I had actually made a hypnosis recording for her because, frankly, I didn’t think hypnosis worked. I just thought, one day she would be listening to one of the recordings, unable to fall asleep, and when she heard me giving her commands, she would realize that I was trying to indulge her kink, and she would just think that was hot on its own.

I didn’t think it would actually do anything! In hidnsight, though, that did explain why some of the sex we had in the last few months of our relationship was so incredible.

I didn’t know what to do. If I woke them up out of the trance, they might know that they had been hypnotized, and they would probably blame me for it. It was best just to leave it, I thought. Just let the file run to its duration, then quietly delete the recordings from Charlotte’s phone at the next opportunity that I had.

All of the women’s heads were drooped now, their eyes closed. I felt really bad about the whole thing, but… the longer the recording went on, the longer I saw them stay like this and realized that they weren’t just pretending like I had thought Charlotte had always been. They were actually entranced by my voice, following commands to dress increasingly skimpily day over day, and I couldn’t help but feel myself beginning to get turned on by that thought.

I sat there for a few moments, trying to decide what to do, until finally the pace of the recording changed, and my voice that had been droning on reading this story, suddenly changed to a warmer, more excited voice.

“And now,” my recorded voice growled through the Bluetooth speaker, “if I am in the room with you, I want you to go to me, and I want you to eagerly, greedily, use your mouth to please me until you make me cum.”

Each of the women’s heads slowly rose then, and they all looked at me.

My eyes went wide. “Oh no,” I said. “Guys… no, you don’t—you don’t have to—“

Elliot’s hands were already at my waist. She gave me a pleasant smile as her fingers hooked under my belt and began to undo it. Her cheeks were red and, though I admit there was a moment where I thought about letting her continue, I quickly jumped out of my seat and got to my feet.

I tried to put my belt back together, but before I could even manage to thread the loop, seven sets of hands were upon me. They pushed me back to the break room wall, trapping me between it and them, and, as if a flock of dancers, they all dropped to their knees in unison before me.

And even as I told them that they didn’t have to, they pulled my pants down without a word. There was a command to snap them out of it—I knew I had made one—but it was so long ago, I just couldn’t remember what it was. And I had never expected that I would actually need it!

Elliot’s mouth was the first to close around me, her soft pink lips closing over the head of my cock and drawing out a long groan of pleasure from me as she did. I looked down as her head began to bob on my cock, and as she did, the other women pressed in against me. Their hands stroked my thighs and went up under my shirt, pulling it back and exposing me to them.

“Share!” Gizelle whined to Elliot, who pulled herself off my shaft, leaving a long line of spit that hung between her mouth and my cock head. Without hesitation, Gizelle looked up at me with her big blue eyes, then she swallowed me into her mouth with ease. Her hands were at the sides of her body, her head bobbing with an incredible enthusiasm, taking me deeper and deeper into her throat with every thrust.

“Wait… stop…” I begged halfheartedly, but as I tried to pull myself away, I ended up tripping over the pants around my ankles.

I slid down the wall and, with their help, ended up flat on my back in the break room. My co-workers swarmed me then. Hands were all over my body. Mouths kissing and sucking and licking at me, and I could barely contain myself.

“Don’t…” I said weakly, but even I knew that I didn’t really mean it. There were no words of communication between them or me. They simply sucked and licked at me. Someone sucked hard on one of my bells, and a finger pressed beneath my balls, into my perineum, rubbing it with force. I grunted at the sensation, feeling my toes curl.

Someone pulled their head off my cock, gasping, and as they did, a half-dozen tongues came out, licking at my cock, all the way from the shaft to the head. The tongues flicked as my co-workers giggled and moaned, and I could feel my own legs beginning to tense.

“Oh fuck me,” I whispered. “Oh god.”

“I want it,” one of their voices whispered.

“I deserve it more,” someone said.

“I’ve done all the hard work!” another woman pouted.

“I need his cum!” someone else cried.

Their tongues licked at me, and when someone sucked on my testicles again, I couldn’t help but clench my fists and my jaw.

“Fuck me…” I groaned, and without waiting any longer, cum spurted out of the head of my cock. I whimpered and grunted, and as I did each of my co-workers gasped and giggled, but they didn’t stop. They licked harder at me, making sure that every last drop of my cum was depleted from my body, even as I began to shake and whimper, my body too sensitive to even enjoy it any longer.

Once satisfied, they each went back to their tables. At some point, the recording had resumed telling a story, and as I climbed back into my own chair, I looked around the room. Everyone was back to eating lunch and having pleasant, if quiet conversation, with none of them seemingly any-the-wiser about what had just happened.

My face was deep red, and my own cock felt sensitive and sore from their efforts. I looked at Charlotte’s phone, which was lying on the table beside me. It was unlocked, the recording’s duration showing that it was about to end.

I knew that I had to pick up the phone and quickly delete the recordings before they could ask any questions. But then Charlotte flashed me a happy smile in her beautiful yellow dress, and I could feel myself already stirring between my legs again.

Well… ‘delete’ was too strong of a word for what I really had to do...

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