“That… wasn’t exactly the reaction I was expecting,” I said. “It doesn’t bother you?”
She scoffed in derision. “Are you kidding? It’s like you can literally become one with your partner. Just the idea of it… Ah~ Three preserve.”
“Hmm. I was worried you’d think it was intrusive,” I confessed, “but… I suppose it is a bit romantic when you put it that way.”
“Romantic? Donum, if I weren’t glued to the ceiling right now, it would be all I could do not to mount you right here and now just to see if you could do it again. Your mates be damned! I feel like I’m about to burst!”
I closed my eyes and took a long and slow breath. I knew myself well enough to know my own weaknesses. Whatever my misgivings, I knew that once Lynnria got desperate enough, I would likely allow myself to succumb to her advances. There was just something about a woman in heat that was undeniable to me.
But then I had a thought.
“Wait a minute. You shouldn’t be this far gone. You used that luck skill just recently, so the effects of my aura should have dissipated.”
She groaned in frustration. “I don’t know. I don’t care. I just—hnn… Mercy! The cramps are getting worse. I need off this ceiling.”
“Right.” Quickly, I turned back to where Mia had slid away. “Mia. Suggestions.”
Her hand waved weakly at me from just off-screen. “Seems like a simple gravity trap to me,” she said sleepily. “I’m sure you can figure out the rest.”
This was gravity? I could barely move. How strong would a localized source of gravity have to be to plaster me to the roof like a bug on a windshield?
Probably not all that much, I decided. It was labored, but I was still breathing somewhat okay. And my stomach was not trying to escape out of my esophagus. I did not have a lot of experience with high-g situations, but I had been on a few of those ridiculous, spinning carnival rides. Enough to know that standing up through one would be next to impossible.
Either way, as Mia had guessed, it did not take long to puzzle out the solution.
“My levitation spell induces weightlessness,” I said aloud, turning back to Lynnria. “I think that should temporarily negate the effects.”
She paled at the suggestion. “Can you even cast it right now? I thought you were tapped.”
“It doesn’t cost Life Energy directly,” I explained. “But it’s a difficult spell. In the state I’m in, I doubt I’ll be able to hold it for long. Maybe a couple of minutes at a time.”
She seemed indecisive but quickly agreed anyway. “Okay, fine! Whatever gets me off my back. Just hurry!”
I nodded before struggling to wriggle my hand into position so as to point at her. Then I closed my eyes to concentrate while casting the long and still unfamiliar spell. I just wished I could close my ears.
“Oh, Master! Again?” Mia gasped sensually. “I’m still coming down from the—En~ I can feel it building… Just like that! Keep going!”
Naturally, the Words turned to garbled mush in my mouth.
“Aww, why’d you stop?”
“Mia, please—“
Lynnria let out an agonized sob. “It hurts! Agh! I feel like my ass is about to split open!”
My mind skittered over the distracting moans of pain and pleasure—and the moral grandstanding Lynnria had just tossed unnoticed out the window—trying to block everything out. I swore then and there that if I ever had the time to play another round of D&D, I would never again forget concentration checks. That shit is serious business.
Firming my jaw, I began again. And again. And again.
“Yes! Here it comes!” Mia screamed. “Use me, my…! Oh, Master! Yes!”
As she had so… affectedly surmised, the spell was complete, and I sagged in relief. From the stress.
Breathing was something else entirely.
While I was desperately fighting the return of the eight-hundred pound gorilla—reinforced this time by the gravity well I happened to be stuck in—Lynnria floated off into the room.
However, she did not seem overly concerned with her newfound freedom nor even discovering a means of permanently disabling the trap. Like a woman in sudden and urgent need of a chamberpot, the entirety of her attention seemed focused on getting her pants off. She kept making little mewls of desperate panic while fumbling with her buckles, but eventually, she got the last clasp undone and nearly ripped the leather off in her haste.
I immediately noticed a couple of things. One, if she had been wearing any panties, they had escaped down her legs along with the leather. Because there was certainly no sign of them now. And two, despite being rather nicely bronzed, she had no tan line whatsoever.
Now, I do try to maintain a sense of polite dignity and restraint—especially given the parody my life had turned into—but sometimes my admittedly male and perverse little mind will go hobgoblin-mode on me despite my best efforts. And what with Mia still vociferously celebrating in my ear, the sight of a fit, young woman’s bare ass suddenly floating in front of me crumbled the walls of my restraint like a mortar shell.
Which, I admit, is a very long-winded way of saying that I got a hard-on, but I had been struggling with myself for what felt like ages to specifically not see her that way. So it felt like a personal failure.
Also, the gravity was pushing my manhood down between my legs in a spectacularly uncomfortable way.
And all of that would have been plenty to pile onto the ever-growing list of things I probably needed to seek therapy for, but then Lynnria arched her back and, moaning ecstatically…
Began… to grow… a tail.
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“That… wasn’t exactly the reaction I was expecting,” I said. “It doesn’t bother you?”
She scoffed in derision. “Are you kidding? It’s like you can literally become one with your partner. Just the idea of it… Ah~ Three preserve.”
“Hmm. I was worried you’d think it was intrusive,” I confessed, “but… I suppose it is a bit romantic when you put it that way.”
“Romantic? Donum, if I weren’t glued to the ceiling right now, it would be all I could do not to mount you right here and now just to see if you could do it again. Your mates be damned! I feel like I’m about to burst!”
I closed my eyes and took a long and slow breath. I knew myself well enough to know my own weaknesses. Whatever my misgivings, I knew that once Lynnria got desperate enough, I would likely allow myself to succumb to her advances. There was just something about a woman in heat that was undeniable to me.
But then I had a thought.
“Wait a minute. You shouldn’t be this far gone. You used that luck skill just recently, so the effects of my aura should have dissipated.”
She groaned in frustration. “I don’t know. I don’t care. I just—hnn… Mercy! The cramps are getting worse. I need off this ceiling.”
“Right.” Quickly, I turned back to where Mia had slid away. “Mia. Suggestions.”
Her hand waved weakly at me from just off-screen. “Seems like a simple gravity trap to me,” she said sleepily. “I’m sure you can figure out the rest.”
This was gravity? I could barely move. How strong would a localized source of gravity have to be to plaster me to the roof like a bug on a windshield?
Probably not all that much, I decided. It was labored, but I was still breathing somewhat okay. And my stomach was not trying to escape out of my esophagus. I did not have a lot of experience with high-g situations, but I had been on a few of those ridiculous, spinning carnival rides. Enough to know that standing up through one would be next to impossible.
Either way, as Mia had guessed, it did not take long to puzzle out the solution.
“My levitation spell induces weightlessness,” I said aloud, turning back to Lynnria. “I think that should temporarily negate the effects.”
She paled at the suggestion. “Can you even cast it right now? I thought you were tapped.”
“It doesn’t cost Life Energy directly,” I explained. “But it’s a difficult spell. In the state I’m in, I doubt I’ll be able to hold it for long. Maybe a couple of minutes at a time.”
She seemed indecisive but quickly agreed anyway. “Okay, fine! Whatever gets me off my back. Just hurry!”
I nodded before struggling to wriggle my hand into position so as to point at her. Then I closed my eyes to concentrate while casting the long and still unfamiliar spell. I just wished I could close my ears.
“Oh, Master! Again?” Mia gasped sensually. “I’m still coming down from the—En~ I can feel it building… Just like that! Keep going!”
Naturally, the Words turned to garbled mush in my mouth.
“Aww, why’d you stop?”
“Mia, please—“
Lynnria let out an agonized sob. “It hurts! Agh! I feel like my ass is about to split open!”
My mind skittered over the distracting moans of pain and pleasure—and the moral grandstanding Lynnria had just tossed unnoticed out the window—trying to block everything out. I swore then and there that if I ever had the time to play another round of D&D, I would never again forget concentration checks. That shit is serious business.
Firming my jaw, I began again. And again. And again.
“Yes! Here it comes!” Mia screamed. “Use me, my…! Oh, Master! Yes!”
As she had so… affectedly surmised, the spell was complete, and I sagged in relief. From the stress.
Breathing was something else entirely.
While I was desperately fighting the return of the eight-hundred pound gorilla—reinforced this time by the gravity well I happened to be stuck in—Lynnria floated off into the room.
However, she did not seem overly concerned with her newfound freedom nor even discovering a means of permanently disabling the trap. Like a woman in sudden and urgent need of a chamberpot, the entirety of her attention seemed focused on getting her pants off. She kept making little mewls of desperate panic while fumbling with her buckles, but eventually, she got the last clasp undone and nearly ripped the leather off in her haste.
I immediately noticed a couple of things. One, if she had been wearing any panties, they had escaped down her legs along with the leather. Because there was certainly no sign of them now. And two, despite being rather nicely bronzed, she had no tan line whatsoever.
Now, I do try to maintain a sense of polite dignity and restraint—especially given the parody my life had turned into—but sometimes my admittedly male and perverse little mind will go hobgoblin-mode on me despite my best efforts. And what with Mia still vociferously celebrating in my ear, the sight of a fit, young woman’s bare ass suddenly floating in front of me crumbled the walls of my restraint like a mortar shell.
Which, I admit, is a very long-winded way of saying that I got a hard-on, but I had been struggling with myself for what felt like ages to specifically not see her that way. So it felt like a personal failure.
Also, the gravity was pushing my manhood down between my legs in a spectacularly uncomfortable way.
And all of that would have been plenty to pile onto the ever-growing list of things I probably needed to seek therapy for, but then Lynnria arched her back and, moaning ecstatically…
Began… to grow… a tail.
Seleroan
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