Note: Both of the characters depicted in this story are consenting adults. Bellamy is 31 and Mara is 27.
Note Two: Bellamy is explicitly an AMAB (assigned male at birth) nonbinary individual who uses they/them pronouns. Words for male genitalia are used, but they are not a man and any insinuation otherwise is not welcome. This piece is not intended to fetishize transgender people (I'm nonbinary), so comments found doing so will be removed along with any featuring transphobic or enbyphobic language.
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Mara waited for about an hour after Bellamy left to make sure that she was guaranteed to be alone in the apartment. Her roommate was out on a date and likely wouldn't come home until much later—if they did so at all that night. She grimaced at the hot, anxious pang in her chest. An envy that ran so deep within her that it was almost sickening.
The demigod was madly in love with Bellamy. It was no surprise; very few wouldn't fall for them. They were tall, confident, poised. Their honey-brown eyes could melt steel as easily as they did hearts. Mara had yet to meet another human that she could accurately describe as a god among mortals. Such was the divine air about them that could make even the mundane turn exciting simply being done in their presence.
But the reality was that Bellamy had exclusively dated men. In all her years of friendship with the human, Mara had never found the courage to ask them if they also liked women. She couldn't bear the thought of Bellamy saying no; a painful confirmation that she never had a chance from the start.
Mara sighed and shook herself. No sense in getting worked up about it—again. She instead focused on her goal at hand. A certain itch that needed scratching. It was one of those days where she could just really use a good orgasm.
She had been spending the last hour laying in bed and reading erotica on her phone. It was just to get herself more into the mood while she waited. But as her eyes scanned the increasingly raunchy lines, she found her hand slipping down the front of her pants and rubbing at her pussy over her underwear. She bit her lip around a quiet moan and stopped touching herself; she couldn't wait any longer.
Mara rolled over and placed her phone on the end table, throwing her legs over the side of the bed. She removed her two-sizes-too-large t-shirt and tossed it to the chair in the corner—the "laundry chair" which she would have to deal with in the next couple of days. Then she stood and slipped out of her sweats and boxer briefs. The simian-humanoid added them to the pile and went for her bedside drawer.
Inside was her favourite toy. The dildo wasn't anything extreme; average-sized with a realistic design in a light brown skin tone. Her fingers curled around its familiar length and she took out a half-empty bottle of lube along with it. She situated herself back on the bed, her body thrumming with excitement.
Laying back against her pillows, Mara held the dildo in her hands and summoned her magic. There were just two extra touches that she needed to add to turn it from a good toy to the perfect one. The twin horns on her head heated and glowed as the dildo warmed to a natural body temperature. She cast the second spell and watched the silicone start to expand and contract with quick, rhythmic throbs.
Mara's heart raced as the toy pulsed in her light grasp, intensely erotic in its mimicry of needy flesh. She reached for the lube and began slicking up the false shaft. It twitched excitedly under her palm, shining in the light. Sitting back, she brought it between her spread thighs.
The soft, round head pressed against Mara's folds. She teased herself with it, running it up and down her slit. The pulsating was divine; almost like the toy had the mind to be desperate to fuck her. Her fingers went to her clit and a breathy moan escaped her parted lips. She rubbed the swollen bud, slowly at first, but gaining speed.
Mara had damn near started to soak the sheets by the time she moved to probe herself with the toy. She slipped in just the head, pausing on a gasp. Her desire-addled mind had given her a thoughtless image; thick curls of dark auburn hair, a fiery gaze, an impish smile she had long wanted to taste. A needy whine bubbled from her throat as she dashed it away—not now.
Mara pushed the dildo the rest of the way inside her, holding it still just to feel it throbbing while she stroked her clit. She started pumping it in and out of her sopping pussy. The sounds were wet and filthy. Heat tingled at her folds, raged a sultry storm through her body, and brought a glistening sweat to her light teal skin. She moaned honestly, her hips trembling and bucking slightly into her touch.
Her pleasure mounted and she squirmed as she stopped rubbing her clit; she didn't want to cum yet. Still slick with her own juices, her free hand went to her breast. She craved the feeling of a tongue tracing the lines of the sweat dripping between her breasts before a hot mouth latched onto the erect, sensitive nipples. Her chest heaved with panting breaths. Thoughts of being sucked and fondled made her whimper, her body arching into invisible touches.
Mara could feel herself dribbling around the toy's girth. But at that angle, she found that she couldn't get the last inch and a half or so of it inside her. She wanted it deeper; needed to fee all of its thick, pulsating length. With a bite on her lower lip and a slightly frustrated groan, she pulled it out to properly position herself.
She turned and went down a little further on the bed, staying on all fours with her simian tail raised out of the way. Her horns glowed once more as she reached out her magic, focusing on the toy. She raised it telekinetically from the sheets and made it float into the air behind her.
Wasting zero time, Mara eased it into her pussy. A satisfied moan accompanied the sensation of it seated fully inside her, the silicone balls flush against her. She slowly drew it out before slamming back in, making herself yelp in pleasure as she built the pace.
Mara's hands tightly gripped her sheets. The dildo pounded relentlessly into her as per her command, drilling to the hilt with each thrust. She curled her tail underneath and rubbed at her clit with it. The shock of ecstasy that radiated through her almost brought her crashing to the mattress. Her legs and elbows barely managed to hold her up, shaking as her body raced toward the edge.
The demigod's mouth was open on unabated moans. She could feel her pussy going wild around the toy which she poured more magic into so that it throbbed even harder. A long, stuttering noise left her as the pulsations escalated, mimicking the fervid twitching of a cock ready to burst. Her walls milked the toy as if that were possible—fuck, she wanted it to be able to cum. She wanted to feel hot seed shooting inside her as she came apart.
Mara started bucking herself into the toy's movements, her breasts bouncing back and forth. Eye-rolling pleasure surged, building upon itself with each passing moment. She ground her tail hard against her clit and felt her excessive wetness dripping down the inside of her trembling thighs. She cried out, panting and gasping around her shameless sounds.
She could almost feel a set of hands gripping her waist, pulling her back into deep thrusts. Warm, comforting but strong hands. Irresistible hips hitting her ass and driving that fevered, pounding member into her over and over again.
"B-Bellamy," she whined, the name leaving her almost against her will. "Bellamy...s-so good."
Mara didn't fight it any longer. She let all of her depraved fantasies spring forward. All of those times she wanted Bellamy to take her any way they pleased against every surface in the apartment. How their voice would sound, gasping and desperate as they told her how good she was for them.
"Bellamy! Oh, fuck!" she cried. "Oh...oh I'm—ah! Oh, I'm so close! Bellamy! Bell—!"
