Fulfillment Ch 03 1

A Note from the Author: All humans are well older than eighteen years of age. This is the third of a five-part series, the remainder of which has been completed and is being edited.

Chapter 1 saw a rogue wizard defiling an ancient temple to gain power.

Chapter 2 detailed that wizard's developing cognitive obsession with an attractive woman who cheated on her spouse.

This chapter deals with an attempt to mitigate that obsession. Fair warning that it involves sex work, for which I have great respect!

I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 3: The Cruelest Echo

There is no denying the true self.

"Kinda clinical, aren't you?"

She stared at me with a curious mixture of boredom and professionalism. I did not understand her question. Perhaps she hadn't understood my request? People are, by and large, fools.

I queried. "What do you mean when you say 'clinical' to me?"

The woman tilted her head to the side, considering her words, and said, "Some guys just call it a pussy or a cunt. Some guys use dirtier names like fuckhole or fuckslot. Gash. Most like the dirty talk. Not you. You're very...clinical."

I nodded. "I find that precise anatomical terminology leaves little room for misinterpretation."

One of her eyebrows went up and she nodded. "OK. We'll see. A little weird, but I've definitely seen weirder."

The woman across the table had dirty blonde hair and a very capable body. World weary eyes lined a slightly asymmetrical face that was accented by slightly imperfect teeth. Her breasts were heavy and sagged, and her buttocks likewise slightly sagged. She wore a silk robe with a peacock design, but was otherwise naked. The woman was beautiful but not the genuine article. She was as close to Winter as I could find on short notice. I did not care to know her name.

The woman grabbed my hand and asked, "You said you want me to be called Winter, yeah?"

I could not bring myself to reveal Winter's secret name to this woman.

"Yes. And you can call me Cade."

Cade, like Mendax, would do just fine this day. Why would a companion care anyway? She had her consideration and healthy tip inside the little envelope on the desk. We had communicated clearly and established the rules and expectations of the transaction. She need not delve any deeper than my fantasy.

The room was clean and dim with a very faint underlying scent of sweat. A vanilla candle on the dresser did its level best. I had read once that the scent of vanilla makes men more comfortable, and could appreciate her attention to detail. She led me to the bed and tossed her silk robe aside with little fanfare. The woman stood naked without a trace of self-consciousness, as comfortable as a stage performer with their nightly costume. She had no bisecting scar, but many tattoos. I saw flowers, hearts, and words in various positions on her arms, legs, and torso. I stood in front of her and, for the first time, didn't know what to do. She looked me up and down once.

"Ok, Cade. Let's see what you've got for me."

I removed my shirt and set it aside, then sat on the bed and stripped off my pants. I stood back up and faced her.

She stared at my flaccid penis and said, "Handjob first. Right. You can suck my tit, but not too hard. And no biting."

I sighed. "I won't bite you. But you need to make me climax with the handjob, then drip my semen on to your nipple and ask me to lick it off."

She nodded and her smile was full of mirth. "Right, right. A little kinky for such a square guy."

I stared directly into her eyes, trying to find Mari's eyes somewhere in the fantasy. I placed her hand on my penis and she began to massage it, not without expertise. This was a practiced hand. She stared back into my eyes. She sized me up and tried to decide if I posed any kind of real threat. A hazard of the occupation, and understandable.

I said, "Let me fuck your hand, Winter."

She jerked me with efficient rhythm and I began to buck my hips. I closed my eyes and in my mind it was her. I could see her ample breast, her round areolas, and erect nipples. Her perfect teeth.

"That's it baby, let it go. Get hard for Winter."

I fucked her hand faster. "Spit in your hand, Winter."

She obliged and the sensation was worth the price. Warm wetness surrounded me. I could already feel my orgasm blossom deep in my scrotum. I was deep in the forest on the ridge, standing on the blanket. Mari stood before me with that thick blond hair, smiling and masturbating me as a lover. Such care.

"That's it baby, empty those fucking balls for Winter. Give me that hot cum."

I ignored her crass words and focused on my own pleasure. There was a well-concealed note of boredom in her voice anyway. I recalled Mari's perfect teeth. Her shining blond hair, her shapely legs and ass. Her tiny waist with the bisecting scar.

"Yeah baby, fuck that hand. Fuck that hand and blow your hot load."

I kept my eyes closed. "Winter, whisper into my ear. I want to feel your breath on my ear."

She dutifully rammed her wet tongue into my ear, licked thoroughly, and whispered, "Oh Cade you got a big cock baby. I like big fucking cocks. I like to feel them hard in my hand, watch them shoot hot cum. Cum for Winter, Cade."

Mari's perfect fucking teeth. So white and straight. Like her clean white cotton panties, made damp with her excitement.

I ejaculated into the woman's hand then, though the majority fell to the floor. She wasn't as quick as Mari. She rubbed it onto her nipple without ceremony, as one would rub ointment on dry skin, but smiled at me while she did it.

"Is this what you wanted, Cade? You want me to smear your creamy load all over my tits so you can lick it up? Want to taste it?"

I wasn't recovered but I nodded. "Yes that's what I want. Tell me to lick you clean, Winter."

She smiled again and I ignored her imperfect teeth. "Lick up your fucking spunk, Cade. Clean up your load and suck my tit. No biting."

I replied, "I said I won't bite you and I won't. You need to finger yourself and I'll put my hand over your hand. Circular motion around the clitoris."

Under her breath she said, "all the biters say they won't bite."

The woman began to finger herself expertly, and I placed my hand over hers. I leaned over and licked her nipple, my free hand making its way to her naked back. The taste was salty, a mixture of her sweat, perfume, and my ejaculate. I sucked her nipple clean.

It was so close to my memory of that first tryst in the forest. I could see the delicate arch of Mari's back as Victor sucked her nipple and held her like a dance partner about to deliver a dip. I could feel the motion of her hand, the warmth of her sex underneath. She began to dip our overlapping fingers into her vaginal opening.

"That's it, Cade. Clean my tits. Finger Winter's fuckhole."

I continued to replace her foul words in my head, imagining Mari's light voice calling to me using the words from the tryst in the forest. We continued this way for a while, but the woman did not seem close to orgasm. Again, she looked a little bored, but remained professional. She continued to monitor my response to her words and contact, and increase those things that seemed to excite me, and drop those things that were fruitless. Very efficient. Perhaps she saw some unconscious response to the more crass terminology? Did she know me better than I knew myself?

I said, "Let's skip to the next part. You lay on the bed and I'll perform cunnilingus on you until you climax. Then you insist that I penetrate you."

The woman chuckled. "Yeah. Ok. But how about we just skip to the screwing? I don't like clients going down on me. That's not something I do with clients."

I thought we had cleared this, but I knew better than to argue. I could appreciate her business acumen and didn't want to seem unprofessional myself.

I nodded. "Fine."

"You gotta glove up, too, baby. I don't do bareback."

I nodded again and watched as she opened the package containing the prophylactic. She smiled at me and said, "Better let me put it on."

The woman leaned over and licked the head of my penis. She tongued the sensitive frenulum and jerked my shaft with her free hand. We hadn't talked about this before, but I could not object. The woman was a professional companion and I could appreciate her skill.

"That's a little reward for being such a good boy."

She carefully rolled the condom down the length of my penis and gave it a quick squeeze, satisfied with the fit. She jumped on the bed and flipped onto her back. I watched as she pumped a quantity of lubricant from a bottle on the bedside table into her palm, and slathered it into her vagina. The lips of her labia majora were fat but not unpleasant, while her labia minora were deeply colored and surprisingly delicate. The woman's vaginal opening was dilated and slicked with the lubricant. She had shaved her pubic hair into a neat strip. Not perfectly smooth like Mari, but not unattractive.

"Come on up and join me."

I sighed. This was a poor facsimile of what had happened in the woods. I knew it, but it was the best I could do to mitigate my obsession. I mounted the woman, and slipped inside easily. Such was my fading fantasy that I could not look her in the eyes. I stared into the pillow and spoke quietly into her ear.

"Winter, tell me that you want me," I whispered. "Tell me that you love me more than Victor."

She whispered into my ear, "Screw me real good and hard, Cade. Fuck me better than Victor. Make me love you."

"Winter, tell me all the ways that you want me to have you."

The woman's hot breath entered my ear, and every hair on my body stood on end. "First I jacked you off, felt that cock throb in my hand while you shot your load. Then we jerked my clit together. Fuck fingers together while we got my hole good and fucking wet." The bed slammed against the wall. "Now that big cock is where it belongs, right inside Winter's cunt. Mmmm, fuck me up, Cade. Fuck me up real good. Yeah, that's a good boy. Maybe someday I'll let you be a naughty boy and fuck Winter's ass. First your finger, then that thick cock, right in my ass. You want to fuck me like that, Cade? Want to fill all my holes?"

I continued pounding into her. The bed rocked, but the room was otherwise silent. I dared a glance. I needed to know if she was delivering lines or feeling genuine pleasure. The woman looked neutral, neither happy nor unhappy. Just there. Almost as if I were invisible.

She noticed me looking at her and said, "Anal costs extra, by the way. And I have to know before the date so I can prepare. Maybe next time."

I could not tolerate this poor theatre. I needed Winter to experience the ecstasy that I had witnessed in the forest. I needed to give it to her, and better than Victor.

A song erupted from my mouth. It was short, filled with the breeze of summer, the heat of late afternoon, and the shifting shadows of twilight. The color of the sad little room instantly became more vibrant, the sound of the bed became the drum of passion. The smell of gardenia permeated the air. I redoubled my efforts.

The woman moaned loudly and shouted, "Fuck! Yeah baby, fuck me like that! You can call me whatever the fuck you want! Summer, Autumn, Winter, just keep fucking me like that!"

I hammered her into the bed while she moaned and thrashed. The woman's boredom was totally dispelled and her passion was high. Her cheeks flushed and she panted like a beast in labor. She spoke directly into my ear, "Cade you pound that fucking pussy. Pound that pussy! Fuck that cunt. Harder! Pound it till it belongs to you. Fucking make me come, baby! Bust that fucking load in my hole!"

Eyes closed, I was far away. I heard Mari's dancing voice in the forest. "Fill me up. Fuck me full."

Now I rammed into her so hard that I thought I might fuck her through the mattress. At the thought of Mari's words, my orgasm hit from nowhere and, eyes closed, I drained my entire passion into her. Into those beautiful hips. Into Mari. Filling Mari. Fucking her full.

Eyes open. Filling a condom. Fucking a stranger with slightly imperfect teeth.

The woman came seconds later, mesmerized by the spell, she bucked her hips and threatened to throw me. I held tight but the fantasy was already shattered.

"Damn, Cade. I haven't been fucked like that for a long time. Good stuff." She was winded. "Almost forgot that ride. You should come back again."

I hopped off the bed and tossed the condom into the nearby receptacle. There were no words. The woman lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, satisfied, and still spellbound. I donned my clothing and made for the door. She watched me dispassionately while her fingers idly traced her clitoris. Was she thinking of the past, or perhaps her true love?

As I walked out, I said, "My name isn't Cade and your name isn't Winter. It was a simple glam that gave you joy, and it will fade soon. This was all just fantasy. Really just a warped reflection of a fantasy. Thanks for your time and talent, but I won't be back. Good day."

I saw her shrug as the door closed behind me.

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I had watched Mari and Victor fuck on the ridge several times by then. Each time, my obsession with Winter grew, and my hatred for Victor burned brighter. I knew it wasn't healthy. She dominated my waking thoughts and commanded my dreams. All of my plans following Centrum Carminis were stale while I obsessed over her.

I tried to avoid her, but I often found myself watching her attend to the balding man, and later fucking Victor behind the man's back. She fucked so often and so well. Mari loved to fuck. I could feel myself growing hard at the mere memory of watching her in ecstasy.

I had tried to divert the obsession, satiate it with the companion, but there was no substitute for the real Winter. The genuine Mari.

I couldn't avoid her any more. I had to be rid of Victor. I had to ruin him for her, damage him for everyone else. Why not just kill him in his sleep? Because that was too good for him. Victor, who had filled Mari with load after load of his semen. Who had felt her hot breath. Who had tasted her passion. Victor, who had her attention and love.

It should be me.

I knew what I must do. There was a perfect song for such an occasion. It was long, winding, and very difficult. Very dangerous, in fact. If the spell wasn't perfectly executed, the consequences would be dire. Done right, it would provide the exact punishment that Victor deserved.

I smiled in the darkness. There is no denying the true self.