So I realized that I set myself up at the beginning of this chapter in a way that will allow for different types of sex in a fun way for those of you that don't enjoy as much BDSM/Femdom. I'll have another note at the end of this entry to avoid spoilers for this chapter in which I will elaborate a little more on what I hope to accomplish. Thanks for reading!
Mason woke up feeling great. He felt well-rested and immediately alert. The ache in his groin was gone too.
Is this the new normal for me? That'd be awesome.
He was usually pretty groggy when he woke up until he stumbled into the shower to help wake himself up.
He noticed Lucy wasn't in bed and had to tamp down a spike of panic. In an instant, the thought that the last couple of days had been a dream caused worry to bubble up in the pit of his stomach.
He moved toward the door, but before he could open it, he heard Lucy humming and light clattering from the kitchen. He smelled something he couldn't quite identify, but it smelled good. His stomach rumbled.
He breathed a sigh of relief and decided to have a quick shower. Before getting in he found his phone and called his work and told him he wouldn't be coming in.
After a quick, cold shower he was drying himself off he was startled by a voice coming from his bedroom. He had left the bathroom door open and a figure walked in.
"Buenos días, papi!"
Mason's head snapped up as Lucia walked in. She was wearing a very tiny, sheer spaghetti strap crop top that did nothing to conceal her large breasts. He could see the color of her nipples through it. It showed off her tummy too.
My god, side boob. There's so much side boob I can see it from the front. The fabled Front Side Boob.
She was wearing a pair of booty shorts that accentuated her hips and presumably her ass.
She walked up to him, placing a hand on his still-wet chest and kissed him.
"I've missed you! I haven't spent any time with you in days."
Mason froze.
Is she having a stroke? Am
I
having a stroke? We've been together non-stop the last few days.
"You've been spending all your time with Lucy and Lucene. You haven't spent any time with me, Mason!"
Lucene? Is that Lucy's real name? Is she referring to her succubus form as yet another person? That must be it.
Lucia was looking at him, she didn't give any hint as to how he should react at first, but she seemed to be watching him, waiting. Once he completed that thought she gave him a big smile.
"Uh, I'm sorry, Lucia. I'll be sure to make more time for you, I didn't mean to be inconsiderate."
"That's OK, Mason. I know it's been crazy and you're still adjusting. But be sure to spend time with me or I'll start feeling neglected. Who knows what I'll have to do to get your attention then." She pecked him on the cheek and grabbed his balls through his towel.
Mason nearly jumped as hard as his cock did.
"I made you breakfast. Come eat." She turned and walked away from him, giving him a look at her ass. He was right. The shorts showed off a good portion of her ass cheeks and framed her hips very well.
Glorious.
He thought, pausing.
"OK. Let me just get dressed."
"No need, come!" Lucia called back to him.
Well, then.
He strode out of his room, clasping the towel around his waist.
He followed Lucia to the kitchen, trying to get another glimpse of her ass as she walked away. She seemed to slow down just before each corner, giving him a peek.
"Sit. Let me serve you."
God damn, ok.
He had never really been served by a girlfriend before. Of course, his ex had sometimes handed him plates of food or brought him a drink when asked, but it always seemed under duress. Like it was beneath her to serve him in any way, even though he constantly did it for her when he cooked.
She walked to the stove and started putting together a plate. He stared at her ass the whole time. The way she cocked her hips, and stood with one hand on her hip as she stirred what was in the pan.
Glorious.
"You already thought that, mi amor."
"Well, I can think it twice. Once for each cheek."
"If you say so," she said as she turned to him, smiling to herself.
She brought him a plate of eggs and chorizo mixed with fried potatoes. There were tortillas warmed up over the stove on the side. As she walked over her breasts bounced and jiggled in a way that drew his entire attention.
She set the plate down in front of him and waited a moment.
Glorious glorious.
He thought, but said, "Thank you."
Lucia snorted and ran her hands through the hair on the back of his head before striding away.
She brought him a glass of orange juice and a mug of coffee next. She made it just how he liked it. He almost asked how she knew before he remembered.
Right. Duh.
Needing both hands to use a fork and tortilla, he let go of his towel and dug into the food. The towel fell to either side of him and he sat on it, naked. He'd only had eggs and chorizo once before, and he had liked it then. But this was even better.
He hadn't noticed Lucia walk away, but sometime after setting down his coffee, she stepped out of his periphery. He glanced around, wondering where she went when he felt a pair of plump lips around his half-hard cock.
He jumped so hard his knee bumped the small table, causing his juice and coffee to nearly spill.
He heard a giggle rise from under the table.
Lucia didn't say anything. She just sucked him gently, tenderly. He scooted a little more forward, giving her better access to him.
Mason figured she wouldn't have served him if she didn't want him to eat, so he ate. He figured it was a thing for her. Serving him and then servicing him at the same time. Hot.
He finished his meal and his orange juice then sipped his coffee, enjoying the feel of Lucia tending to him. She had moved to his balls, kissing and sucking them.
Just as he finished his coffee he felt a sharp tooth drag across his ball sack. It wasn't painful at all, just unexpected. He tensed up, suspecting what was about to happen. His heart began to beat faster, harder. His breath came quicker.
"Cálmate, mi amor. Tranquilo. It's time for another dose. It'll be OK."
Mason swallowed hard. "I figured," he said, trying to sound nonchalant.
He felt a wave of pleasure and anticipation roll off of her.
"Am I making you nervous?"
"Ha ha ha, no. Not at all. Why would I need to be nervous? Ha ha ha," he laughed nervously.
"Good boy."
Lucia went back to slathering affection on his balls while stroking his cock. It felt
so good
!
She got him worked up to a hardness he rarely achieved before meeting her.
He moved his hands under the table and ran them through her hair.
There was a popping noise as she took his balls out of her mouth.
"Hands above the table, please." It hadn't been a request.
He snatched his hands back and above the table as she went back to work on him.
He felt the sharpness again as it pierced his sack and testicle. He reflexively tried to jump again, but Lucia had him firmly by the balls, not allowing him much movement at all. Her mouth was firmly latched onto his testicles, her venom spreading through him.
Last time it was a quick bit, presumably so he wouldn't freak out. This time she held the bite for several moments. Giving him a bigger dose, apparently.
"Ah!- Ohhhhhh." The pain was immediately replaced by that familiar warmness he felt that first night. He hadn't realized it had left him. The warmth flooded through his cock and balls, penetrating deep into him. It radiated throughout his entire core.
Lucia licked and sucked his balls for several long moments before popping his dick back into her mouth.
He melted into his chair as she sucked him from tip to balls, deep-throating him easily. He couldn't help but to flex his cock when it was deep inside her throat. Felt like whatever muscles that allowed him to do that flexing were stronger, more powerful.
She started a steady, methodical sucking while she stroked him with one hand, his balls in the other.
With this technique, she quickly brought him to orgasm. His body tensed and his cock swelled, ready to release. At the last instant, he remembered who was between his legs.
As his balls tried to lift and contract against his body, Lucia's fingers deftly grabbed his sack, squeezing tightly.
Mason let out a loud moan and slumped back in his chair. His orgasm had been cut off, his cum not allowed to eject.
"Fuuuuuuck. Evil, vile woman," he said once he could speak.
Lucia laughed throatily from under the table. She continued to suck and stroke him.
"What did I do to deserve such treatment?" He pleaded.
"You loved me, my love. Say the word and I'll never do it again."
Mason clamped his mouth shut.
