The end of John's first adventure... and the beginning of so many more.
John woke up to the feel of flesh pressing against him. He groaned and blinked his eyes open. The hold wasn't bright, exactly, but it was well lit. Better than any other time he'd seen it, in fact. That peculiarity was filed away for later though. First he had to deal with the head of short, white hair that snuggled up against him.
"Steff," he mumbled.
"Shhh, it's early still. Sasha's got Red to bed finally and after everything... I just needed this," she whispered.
"This?" he asked and glanced down. Her legs were bare and she'd already pulled his robe up and over his hips.
She blushed and admitted, "You."
Her cool fingers wrapped around his limp flesh. He shivered at the sensation and began to fill even before she started to rub and stroke him. John leaned forward and kissed her, earning a moan for his efforts.
She squeezed his cock and moaned again. He was hard and ready for her in no time. She slid across him, sliding over his hips and settling on top of them.
"Put me in you," John whispered into her ear as she claimed her position lying on top of him.
Her breath caught at his words. She reached down and around her bent hips and rubbed her fingers along the bottom of his shaft. That pushed him up into the cleft of her arse and the sensation made her breath catch again. She pressed back against him, trapping him in a vice of flesh, and hunched her hips a little to rub him against her sensitive flesh.
"Aren't you ready?" he asked her.
"I'm so ready," she growled.
"I thought I felt you dripping on me."
She groaned and pulled herself up on him enough to guide the tip of his cock to the spread lips of her pussy. Before John could instruct her again she slid back down, sliding down a few inches onto him.
She stopped and buried her face beside his head. She bit down on his shoulder as she tried again. John pushed up as well, sliding more of his hardness inside of her. She whimpered around his flesh and they tried again. With the distance fully closed she shuddered on top of him and enjoyed a small orgasm.
John's eyes opened wide as her pleasure trickled power into him. He felt it swirl and join the magic he contained, then smiled as he noticed the changes in him.
His body was a sponge, it seemed. Not only had her essence seeped into him and been absorbed his flesh, but he hadn't need to refresh the magical link between them. His Mistress's gift of magic was still in him, but rather than roiling and surging about, it had become a part of him. It was rooted in place, connected to his flesh as surely as his skin and bones. It could not be taken away now, not without the same consequence as tearing out his stomach or lungs.
Steff recovered quickly and picked up her head to stare into John's eyes. "I swear by the west wind, did you grow bigger?"
"I... I don't think so," he said. The truth was, he didn't really know. Beytrixxa had changed him... again. This time she'd had to make him part demon. The magic being a part of him was what he'd wanted -- now he could hold more power and do more with it. There had been other changes too, she'd warned. He assumed the brighter hold was part of it. Demon sight. What else was there? Had his cock grown too? Too much and an average woman would want to touch him.
Steff was no average woman. She slid up and down, grinding herself on him and feeling her clit rubbed between them. She clenched her teeth and a moan hissed through them. John kissed her again, but that did little to muffle the noises she made.
"Keep that up and we'll need to stuff something in your mouth to keep you quiet," he breathed in her ear.
"Saints of the deep," she moaned and buried her face into his neck again. John thrust against her sliding into her and feeling her deepest depths with each thrust. Steff shuddered and moaned into him until she was drooling on his chest and neck.
John knew without knowing how that was well into her womb. He'd tickled it before but now it was on every stroke. Mistress had made him bigger, all right. Even doing what he was should have been impossible but her magic— his magic now— was making the impossible a fact of life.
John twisted her in the hammock and managed to get them so that he could take over and drive into her. Steff mewled and panted as he ground himself deep inside of her. Her legs were shaking around him as he set off as series of mini-orgasms inside of her. He was drinking of her too. Draining little sips of her energy, her life force, with each peak she hit.
Something else had changed inside of him. Before John had struggled to endure. He worked hard to keep control of his stamina, often having to rely on magic to be certain he gained more from his partners than he gave them when he covered them with his essence or filled their mouths and bellies. Only once had he finished inside his lover and that was the sea nymph that had already filled him to overflowing with her energies.
Now John was in control of his release. The pleasure was constant, but he would finish only when he was ready to. He smiled at this knowledge and tested it as he rutted into Steff harder and faster. She keened and bit down on him again to keep her shrieks from waking up the sleeping sailors around them.
John slowed, content with his findings. He could fuck all night and all day if he wanted. He was living every man's dream, he realized. Every young man's, at least. Fortunately, John had lived a long life already, even if he was in the body of a man in his mid twenties once more.
"John... I can't... you're going to fuck me to death," she panted.
"Already?" he teased and ground himself against her so he pierced her deeply while mashing his groin against her slit.
Her eyes rolled back and she shuddered through another mini-orgasm. She came out of it gasping and cursing and then biting and kissing his neck and shoulder.
"You said be quiet," he teased her.
"And you said you'd be shoving something in me mouth to silence me," she panted.
John flexed himself inside of her. She groaned and pressed her head against his shoulder so she could pant and collect herself. When she'd managed it she lifted her head and looked up at him. "I want to drink you, John. Are you ready?"
John flexed inside her again, making her shudder in his arms. He nodded and she pushed, forcing him to roll back over. She slid off of him with a gasp and reached down to press her hand to her slit. She shuddered and looked at him, then shook her head again. "You got bigger," she confirmed and then slid out of the hammock and knelt down beside it.
John was wondering how she planned to do this when she leaned over and ran her tongue up his length. He hissed in a breath of her warm tongue instead of the nighttime air that cooled her juices still coating him. She licked him again, cleaning him dutifully before she picked him up with her hand and slipped her tongue into the slit at the tip of his cock.
John reveled in the sensations as she worked at his hole and then began to lick and suck on his head. She pressed herself deeper, taking more of him into her mouth until her was sliding against the back of her mouth.
Steff gagged and coughed before giving up and pulling back just enough to slide the first quarter of his length in and out of her mouth. Her hand stroked the rest of his shaft and the other slipped down to cup and rub his sack.
"I could let you do this forever," John breathed.
Steff moaned, the vibrations causing him to flex in her mouth and deliver a small surge of his pre-cum to her tongue. She slurped it up and sucked for more before finding he was only teasing her. She growled and dropped a hand from his balls to slip down to the wetness of her sex.
