Tags - muscular female, dirty talk (big sister, little brother roleplay), cunnilingus, stomach deformation, squirting, forced multiple orgasm, (temporary) mind break
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She used their showers - magically enchanted to be warm and clean. In a normal state of mind, she probably would have found it both novel and relaxing. Jay had kindly led her to the shower, set down a towel, and excused himself. Sarah had stood there, unmoving until a dancer noticed her just standing there.
The woman came in and gave a sympathetic smile. "Gangbang?"
Sarah just stared at her.
The woman patted her consolingly on the back. "Hey, you made it through."
And then, Sarah had to have this kind stranger wash her up, as she stood on shaky legs, her mind still booting back up after her sexually-induced blue screen of death.
She tried to figure out how she felt about the whole thing. Her body had felt like it never did before, and she definitely came the hardest she could remember. She was incredibly turned on, feeling free to just be attracted to a cute boy for a while.
But she also felt guilt, shame, and arousal in a repeating pattern.
"I need to stay the fuck away from him," Sarah told herself.
Sarah staggered home, staring blankly into the middle distance as her feet barely managed the shuffling to propel her home. She looked like a traumatized veteran leaving a horrific battle. She was clean at least.
So out of it, she didn't notice that a cloaked figure from across the street, clearly did a double take, glancing up and down the street, and then stared at her. Sarah, unusually for her, did not take note as this figure approached her with a menacing air.
When the figure was right behind her, it called out.
"Hey, you!"
It was a female voice, and it startled Sarah who turned around.
"What?" she said.
"Have you seen this person?" asked the woman, pulling out a scroll from her cloak and unfolding it.
The sketch wasn't the greatest quality, but it was clearly a picture of Jay. Sarah snapped out of her post orgasm haze and felt her defenses and awareness come back online. She scoffed.
"No," she said.
The cloaked woman smirked. "You're lying."
Sarah took in the woman's stance, and could see now that she stood and moved with the purposefulness of a fighter. No stray movements, nothing wasted, and every moment's movement was chosen with an instinct for not being off-balance and always ready.
"Well, I tried to help," Sarah said, taking a few steps backwards as to keep her eyes on the woman before turning.
She pulled down her hood. Sarah could see why the hood was necessary for any semblance of being inconspicuous. Half her head was shaved, but the remaining hair was long and dyed an interesting color of orange and white in alternating horizontal layers. On top of that, she wore a thick headband, but it was tilted at a severe angle, covering up part of her shaved head and her left eye. The one eye that remained seemed to almost glow yellow in the light.
"Anyone who has been in contact with him will be able to see his image here. Otherwise, it should be blank," she said. "I just wanted to check, that you're not going to give up his whereabouts, right?"
Sarah considered the effectiveness of continuing to lie, but it probably wouldn't matter. "Right."
"My name is Bryce. I'm going to attack you," the woman speaking the words with an almost apathetic air. She dropped into a fighter stance, hands raised.
Sarah cursed internally. She was not 100% right now. She had felt so relaxed with Jay, but now it was almost like she couldn't get her muscles to feel tensed and ready in this moment when she needed it.
And then Bryce cocked her head. "Something's wrong with you, isn't it?"
"Fuck off," Sarah said.
The woman dropped the stance and stuck her hands into her pockets. "Tell you what. Meet me at the abandoned mine outside town at midnight tomorrow."
"Just like that?" Sarah asked suspiciously. "You're going to let me go and expect me to come and meet you?"
"If you don't, I'll find the target anyway, and eventually, I'm going to catch you unawares. You know, all that syncopated rhythmic music. This way, you get a chance to defend yourself best you can, realize that you can't, and hopefully you just tell me what I need to know."
"This seems like really foolish idea," Sarah said.
"If I win right now, you're going to resist me. You're going to think you can win later. When you realize that you can't do anything against me, then you'll cooperate. Or not. I guess we'll find out. Either way, just put up a fight."
And with that, she turned around and began walking away, waving over her head.
* * *
Jay whistled to himself as he cleaned the bartop, washed out and dried glasses, and made baked goods. Yesterday had been a good day and he was quite happy with himself. He was working an afternoon shift, which had the advantage of being not busy at all. Working a busy night shift had its advantages, since he fed off of the sexual energy in the air - though, it was largely male sexual energy, which was frankly, not very filling or satisfying.
He looked up when he heard the door open. "Welcome to Women Dance Without Much Clothes On, And You Can Buy Cheap Food Too!" He had to work on this greeting several times before it came out right.
"Sarah!" Jay exclaimed, smiling. "I was expecting you to come back today."
Her face was composed and stoic, and when he greeted her, he saw a flash off anger there.
"Okay, look," she said, marching up to him. "Men like you, who think that women will fall all over them just because they have a big cock are a dime a dozen. I've been fisted before by women," she said, holding up her own fist. "And you're big, but you're not this big."
"I generally go in like this," Jay said, raising his own hand, with all fingers extended, but pressed together for a more tapered entrance.
She pressed on, ignoring him, "and sometimes it was really good, sometimes just okay, and a few times, really kind of awful. Just like any other kind of sex. Women don't just come crawling back to you for your big swinging dick."
Jay looked puzzled. "I take it that's a... thing, that's believed in this world?"
It was Sarah's turn to be puzzled. "World?"
"Your world... of mercenaries and adventurers," he said. "I should have said country."
"That thinking happens everywhere," she said, and had she not been preoccupied with steamrolling past this awkwardness, she might have questioned this a little more.
"Hmm," he nodded. "I wasn't saying you came back for my cock. I just meant," he ducked under the bar and placed a sheathed longsword on the counter. "You left this here since it was in our weapons check area. I figured you'd come back for it today."
Sarah's righteous ire boiled away into embarrassed steam. Jay looked hurt, and it was like looking at the last puppy in the pound without a home - and she felt it, that inappropriate arousal that she shouldn't have.
"Sorry if I made you think I think like that," Jay said, sighing lightly, his big dark eyes looking pensively downward. "And I know that size... um, well, size and shape matters, since it's something that goes into you. How could it not? I just mean, that I know that how much it matters varies, and I know that what people want varies too. I just..."
He paused, and Sarah's heart ached because even the way his face wore sadness was a goddamn masterpiece.
"I just thought you were having fun with me before my cock came out. And that you liked how I looked," he continued.
Sarah sighed and let her eyes drop to the sword. Anything was better at the moment than looking directly at him. He was so pretty, that sometimes, it was hard to look directly at him - and that thought made her inner critic roll her eyes at herself. It was pathetic for her, a grown-ass woman in her 30s to act like this.
"That's on me," Sarah said. "I presumed a lot about you. So I'm sorry. Anyway, thanks for the sword," she said. She went on, her throat feeling dry because she knew was lying about this. "Maybe I'll see you around."
