"That is-" Lucas begins.
"Absolutely genius!" I grin at him.
"I was going to say ridiculous," he says. "But I guess it works."
"Of course it works," I feel my grin widen. "It was my idea!"
My solution to the lighting problem for the shower house was to set up some stone fixtures using earth magics and fix in some candles. It's not the brightest of lights for the space but they'll work well enough as long as we don't send water onto them.
Both the changing space and the showering room have warmed up now and I'm willing to guess that the water up top is heated enough for us to start cleaning as well. Since the fires have already burned for a little bit, I make sure to add more wood to them. This way, they still have fuel for the duration of our shower rather than burning down to a less comfortable temperature.
Lucas and I return to the changing area and start undressing. There's a little bit of a chill coming in through the opening for it and I notice Lucas shivering a fair bit. He'll warm up once we're under the water but it's good to know that he's more sensitive to the cold than I am. For future designs of this, I'll make sure to not have the entrance from outside open directly into the changing space unless there's a door.
Once we're completely naked, Lucas and I head into the showering space and I take him to the part actually meant for the showering act itself. While I was adding in the holders for the candles, I also added in a shelf to hold the shower poufs, body wash, and shampoo/conditioner.
"How are you feeling?" I ask as I open up the spot I'd created for the drain from the upper tank, steaming water beginning to flow down. I reach forward and feel the water, confirming that it's heated well. "Perfect temp for me."
"Much more stable than earlier," Lucas answers as he touches the water, jerking his hand back a little. "A bit hot for me. I'll adapt. Will probably feel better once I eat something."
"Right," I say. "It's past dinnertime and we've both had a long day. I'll make something after we finish up in here."
Lucas nods and gets under the water with me. We start to scrub ourselves clean and I admire his body as I do. It also gives me a better examination of his injuries at the same time.
He's a little on the short side but he's not scrawny or anything like that, being slim in build with a hairless body. Some bruising and lighter injuries remain from the attack earlier but they'll heal up with another full bottle of healing potion or two, I'm sure.
That cute face of his is what led to me asking to join in him bed but he's not bad in the looks department for the rest of his body, either. With an above-average dick, he looks quite nice down there as well. Nowhere near as big as mine but that's not really an issue.
Quite a nice ass is on him as well and while the temptation to reach forward and touch is there, I refrain from doing so. Checking him out is one thing, feeling him up without prior discussion is another.
"Y-you can't help yourself, c-can you?"
Despite the dimmer light from the candles, I can make out the dark blush on Lucas's face when I look up to meet his face. He was trying to be bold there and poke fun at me for examining his ass.
"Just making sure everything is healing up nicely," I wink at him.
"Not quite," he winces as he tries to reach back. "Struggling with my back a bit. C-could you help me?"
Even if he's mostly healed, he's not fully healed and is still in pain. It's understandable he might struggle to reach his back, especially since one of the more severe injuries he suffered was on a shoulder. It'll take more healing to fix that up to the point he's not sore if he overstretches. While he does have two hands, it can be difficult to clean the full back with just one.
"Sure," I gesture for him to turn around. "Want me to do your hair as well? You didn't get all the blood out."
Also understandable, since he can't see it and some of it was dried pretty well by this point. While he did get most of it out, some of the thicker spots still has some left.
"Y-yeah," he says. "Just be careful. I'm still tender and y-you probably can't see the healing spots that well."
Lucas's need to be gentler with the scrubbing probably contributed to him missing some of it, too.
"Will do, Captain," I respond.
Lucas snorts and I pour some more shampoo onto my hand as he returns to cleaning his front. I rub the shampoo between my hands, then start scrubbing his hair, noting where he makes small gasps of pain or winces when I touch and make sure to treat those spots more gently. It takes a few scrubs, but I manage to get out all of the blood from his hair, then I work on his back.
Since my only current injuries are from the ambient Mana trying to dissolve my body, I don't need much help cleaning myself but Lucas insists on returning the favor and washing my back and ass for me. I think he doesn't like needing help and wanted to make sure we were even for that. It doesn't bother me and actually makes me think better of him. What surprises me is that he chose my ass instead of my hair, though I'm not complaining.
Once we're both scrubbed clean and rinsed, I try to seal up the shower holes but end up deciding against it. The water can drain out through it; I can't currently cast two spells at once so I can't stop the flow to let me put on the seal. If it freezes overnight, it would just break and that would… basically be the same thing as not having the seal in the first place since whatever has yet to freeze would just flow down.
Leaving it open, the water can flow down into this room, then into the drain in the floor and into the lower tank. Both this floor and the floor of the upper tank are designed so that the water won't stay still but flow toward the drains, so it should all end up in the lower tank before it's cold enough to freeze. Then when we go to shower again, I'll thaw it out and move it up to the upper tank.
I help Lucas dry off since he's still recovering, then dry myself off and get dressed. We're both now wearing a pair of brown pants and a green hoodie, which came from one of my [Starter Pack]s. We slip on socks and then boots (Lucas also picked out boots for his pack) and leave the shower building and make our way to the deck. I grab some wood as we go and once Lucas is seated on the deck, I walk over to my fire pit.
It's a two-foot-high ring of retaining wall blocks with the actual opening itself three feet in diameter. The logs I brought over are placed into there, then I grab some more wood and return, glad that nothing attacked Lucas for the brief time I was separated from him by more than fifteen feet. Those logs are set near to the pit rather than inside of it, then I step up onto the deck and rummage through the boxes from my incentive.
"What are you looking for?" Lucas asks just as I find it.
"This one," I open up the box and pull out a token with a silver grill icon on it.
Upon being removed from the box, the token glows blue and vanishes. The moment the token vanishes, a grill grate appears on top of the stacks of boxes. It's three and a half feet in diameter the same size as my old one. Good. I don't need to shrink my fire pit.
While I don't know if I'll need to replace the stone blocks or if they'll be fine, I know I don't trust the integrity of the grate I had before. It might still be fine for a few days, but there's no real telling how well it'll hold up to weight or if the protective coating on it has worn off.
I start the fire and put the grate against it, then I look for the box for my original [Starter Pack]. Thanks to my additional [Starter Pack]s, we have plenty of additional meal choices to choose from but picking this one simplifies those choices: it gives us only two.
"Alright, Lucas," I say. "Beef stroganoff or chicken and rice? Beef stroganoff will have salad and roasted veggies for a side and brownies for dessert, while the chicken and rice dinner will have cornbread and salad on the sides and apple cobbler for dessert."
"Aaaand… aren't three of those things baked?"
Brownies, cornbread, and apple cobbler.
"Yeah," I answer. "But the cooking kits that came with the incentive include dutch ovens and charcoal so I can use those instead."
"That's… actually really neat," Lucas says. "I d-don't know how to cook using dutch ovens."
"I didn't until early last year," I tell him. "Logan's uncles taught me last January."
It's just one of the many things things Logan's uncles taught me how to do. After discovering I wanted to be prepared in case of emergencies, they taught me quite a bit so that I didn't just have supplies but also some necessary skills. They even taught me how to make a solar still.
Logan found extremely hilarious my expression when his uncles told me it could be used for getting water from pee…
He straight-up rolled around on the ground in his laughter with his legs kicking, as silent as it was. The kid might not have a voice box but he certainly makes clear his amusement.
"I didn't go to the studio much," Lucas tells me. "But Dad's mentioned them a couple of times. They apparently take him when they're visiting on a day he goes. Or at least, one or two of them?"
"Yeah," I say. "Technically, he doesn't have any actual uncles. His parents were both only children. But some of them are his grandpa's brothers and some of them are their own sons. So they're his great uncles and first cousins once-removed, and they have their own kids, so his second cousins."
They also live in a very rural area, which is probably what led to them knowing all sorts of survival stuff. It's not like they live in the wild but when you have plenty of hunting and camping grounds around, the odds of you learning that stuff as you grow up are decently high.
"Okay," Lucas looks at the tokens in the box. "Beef stroganoff, I guess."
"Alright," I pull out the token for that and once it vanishes, a pair of crates and a crowbar to open them with appear on the deck.
That is… pretty nice of the gods.
I open up one of the crates and start pulling out the ingredients for everything and find that there are directions for different cooking methods included. Over a fire, on a stove, with an oven, with a campfire oven, with a dutch oven, with a wood fire stove, with a wood fire oven… they were pretty extensive with this.
There's also a lot more to this than I expected there to be. There are so many ingredients for just the sauce alone… I know how to cook and am even better at it now thanks to the [Cooking] Skill but damn, I've never gone that far into making food before.
"Do you want some help?" Lucas asks as I pull everything out and set it all on the other table up here.
"If you want to," I answer. "I'm just surprised by the amount. I do know how to follow a recipe pretty well, though."
"You rescued me and are letting me stay here," he says. "Why don't I cook dinner? I know how to follow a recipe, but I also know how to adjust things to taste. You can help with the dutch ovens since I'm not as familiar with those."
"Okay," I say. "Tell me what dishes you need and I'll grab them. The [Cooking Basics Pack]s have plenty of dishes for both cooking and serving."
Those packs came with both dishes and some spices, oils, and other staples.
Lucas looks over the ingredients and recipes given and tells me what to bring out. He wants all of them washed first so we handle that using water I conjure and fill up a couple of washing bins from the same cooking kit with. It seems that the cooking kits include some cleaning supplies for them as well, and the bins can be placeddirectly over fire to heat the water with so we do that.
Once everything is washed and dried, I add more wood to the fire to help adjust it since it's started to burn a little bit low, then Lucas gets to work on dinner. He's never cooked on a fire before so I manage the actual flame portion of it to help maintain the temperature.
As he works, Lucas occasionally takes a taste of something or offers me a taste and asks me a few questions about the flavors. Rather than just "what do you think", it's things like "does this taste too strong" or "is it too thick or thin" or "what does this make you think of" or things like that (for the gravy/sauce portion). I've done adjustments before mostly to suit my taste, but never like what Lucas is doing.
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"We talked a bit the other day," I say after I give him feedback on the dressing he's made for the grilled veggies. "But we didn't talk about your plans for after high school. Were you planning on going to a culinary institute?"
"Yeah," he answers. "Maybe travel overseas and learn how to cook in another country or two, too. Guess that plan's out the window now."
"Maybe one day," I say. "Once things have settled down and traveling is safer."
"Maybe," he says. "I really prefer cooking for people I'm friends with or care about and only wanted to go into it as a career so that I could make money."
"That's the main reason most go into work," I snort. "You do seem to know your way around a kitchen, though."
"I liked to cook before Mom divorced my birth dad but didn't get much opportunity to," he says. "After Mom left him, I started cooking more and basically absorbed any cookbook or cooking show or whatever I saw. Then when Mom met Kyle, well, he'd bring over groceries sometimes not because we were poor or anything – we weren't – but so that I could expand my skills. I was initially suspicious at first but it was just that he wanted to encourage my likes. That's probably one of the things that led Mom to ask him to marry her, because he was treating me like a son already. And now he's my dad and the only one that matters."
If he didn't have much opportunity to cook before his mom divorced his birth dad but plenty after, I can easily imagine some of the stuff that blocked him but I don't want to ask in case it goes into more sensitive territory.
"He's seemed like a good guy the times I've met him," I say. "And both Koda and Logan view him highly.
"Koda?"
"Dakota Miller," I clarify. "I misheard his name when we first met and called him Koda and no one corrected me. I noticed it three months later when I actually looked at his name tag."
Lucas laughs.
"It is kind of funny," I say. "Especially since that was the day that Tessa decided to scout out the cute guy she knew I was crushing on but couldn't find a Koda there… and asked Dakota if he knew about a Koda since she had a friend who came in regularly and said that one worked there. This was maybe ten minutes after I'd realized my mistake, too. He knew immediately that she was talking about him and decided to mess with her a bit. I don't remember the full thing but it lasted about five minutes, just until I came back in because I'd forgotten to buy something and I say 'Hey, Koda, hey Tessa!' He'd said it was fine to keep calling him that and I was already in the habit so it wouldn't have been easy to break it that fast."
Had to explain the name thing to Tessa then but fortunately, she understood that it was just a mistake on my part and even that I'd only just learned it minutes before. Dakota's response to her question about why he didn't correct me was "It was similar enough, I knew it was an honest mistake, and he's cute".
Yeah. Dakota let me call him the wrong name for three months because he thought I was cute.
"So you crush on Dakota, then?" Lucas asks.
"We're friends-with-benefits now," I say. "Or, well, were. He was helping your parents look for you and is helping Grandma protect the group. I'm more into having friends-with-benefits than boyfriends at the moment."
"Plural?"
"If all are okay with it, yeah," I shrug. "On the boyfriends part, anyway. Friends-with-benefits, there's no commitment there. If we aren't dating, then there's no exclusivity."
"Makes sense," he says. "I think dinner's ready."
As he brings the food to a table on the deck (candles illuminate it), I mix up some lemonade using powdered mix I had before and water I conjure. I prefer fresher lemonade but the powder mix is what I have on hand right now.
Once that's ready, I put it on the table and we sit down to eat. I'm not going to lie, this is the best beef stroganoff I've had before. This can't all be from the ingredients provided, either.
"The pack came with more than the ingredients list," Lucas tells me after I say that. "In terms of quantities, I mean. I think the design of the crates factors in adjusting to taste, for people a little bit more experienced in the kitchen."
"That's good," I say. "Did you get [Cooking] and [Chef]?"
"Yeah," he answers. "I'm not sure what to put my Attribute Point into… and why on Earth did it give me Strength and Constitution for cooking?"
"Probably for when you cook with more dangerous ingredients," I answer. "Or tougher ones. It probably looks at all cooking forms to start with rather than just the basic ones for starting out, as prep for the future. I think I put mine into Strength, just to start balancing out those stats. That said, it might not be a bad idea to invest into Mind if you're not going to be a mage."
"Because of the magihawk screeches?" Lucas asks.
"Yeah," I answer. "They don't even affect me anymore and haven't since I was at about 14 Mind."
"Okay," Lucas thinks for a few moments. "I do want to go mage a little too but I'm not sure how much I'll gain Levels from healing minor wounds. It's probably a good idea to boost my Mind for that."
Lucas focuses on something in his vision in front of him so I'm going to assume he's allocating his Attribute Point. That reminds me about the thing with Leveling the spell mastery Skills, so I let him know what I found out for them.
We finish eating dinner while I tell Lucas a little bit more about what I learned, then I take over for making dessert. Lucas puts the leftovers into jars (now fully understanding why I wanted them) and we eat the entire batch of brownies I made. They would have been better with ice cream but there's nothing we can do about that right now.
"It's getting late," I say once the dishes are cleaned, dried, and put away. "Want to sit by the fire to stay warm while we stay up some or head to bed now? We can snuggle for warmth since it's going to be cold inside, too, but my blanket should still be usable. I hope."
"Snuggling would be great," Lucas tells me. "B-but we'd probably g-generate a lot of heat i-if we h-had s-sex, t-too."
"That's not a requirement," I have to try not to laugh at his nervousness over the statement and the situation he's making it in. "You do know that even if I lit up candles, it'd be pretty dark. And we'd be cold for sure at the start and for any part where we aren't under the blankets."
"P-please?" There's no desperation in his voice, just hope. "I-if t-this turns out to be m-my last night, I-I want to a-at least experience it w-with someone as n-nice and h-hot as y-you. A-and as my f-first t-time, too."
That's actually a pretty good point. We don't know what tomorrow will bring or if that will be our last day. Or if tonight will bring about our end. What if something attacks us while we sleep and I'm not able to protect him or myself? Lucas is right, it's better to live for the now right now.
I know he's got to be even more uncomfortable and feeling like he's burning from the ambient Mana than I am, yet he's wanting this enough to voice it. Though Lucas has definitely been coming off as horny since I rescued him.
"A-and I h-haven't gotten off s-since we m-met i-in the h-hope that w-we c-could try ag-gain."
Well, no wonder he's a bit on the hornier side. Not that I can blame him for that now that I know he really was comfortable the other day, but still. He didn't even jack off?
"Okay," I say. "Let me put out the fire real quick, then let's head to my room."
To illuminate the way through my darkened house, I conjure a flame above my right palm. A quick stop into the storage room gets us some candles just in case and I can see Lucas's confusion in my firelight.
"Moved the jars off the shelves in case the shelves buckle," I explain. "Will probably set up a proper storage room tomorrow."
"O-oh," he says. "Okay."
I lead Lucas to my bedroom and set up the candles on my nightstand but don't light them. As I do that, Lucas speedily undresses, shivers, and exclaims "Cold!" and hops onto my bed, quickly getting under the blanket.
"Still cold," his muffled voice comes from beneath the blanket.
"I'm sure," I snort as I start undressing, then I grab lube from my nightstand before climbing onto my bed and get under the covers. "You'll warm up soon enough, don't worry."
With my blanket completely over both of us, I can't actually see Lucas so I feel my way down to his crotch area. He gasps as I gently grab his dick and start stroking it, remembering what it looked like when we almost had sex the other day. Uncut and with a slight upward angle. It's a little longer than average at 6.7" in length and definitely thicker at 2" in thickness.
If he were interested in topping, he'd actually have problems finding a guy willing to take that thickness. It's not an issue for me, though he's said he doesn't want to do that.
Just like me, Lucas is completely smooth with not a trace of hair in his crotch area. That suits my preferences more for both looks and touch and only enhances his appeal to me.
After moving my fingers up and down his dick a few times, I start licking his balls before sucking the left one into my mouth. Lucas softly moans and both of his hands shoot down to my head. I rub my tongue against the ball and add some suction, pleased to hear the slight intensification of the moan. It's still not loud at all but that's more than fine as long as he's enjoying this.
His left ball is given a full minute of treatment in my mouth, then I switch over to his right one and do the same thing. When I do, Lucas lifts up his legs and wraps them around my body as he starts to hug my head.
We're both still cold for sure but I think it's easier to ignore like this. Or at least, Lucas's mind is probably pulled away from it. He's only ever jacked off before, not even had someone jack him off. I stopped us after we were naked but before I even touched his dick the other day so he didn't get this treatment.
A minute of playing with his left ball passes, then I release it from my mouth and start licking up to the tip of his dick, which I then engulf into my mouth. With the same movement, I sink all the way down so that my nose is in his crotch and his dick is fully inside of my mouth and throat.
"Oooh," Lucas's moan is barely more than a breath, and becomes only slightly louder when I add some suction here. "Mnnnn… C-C-Car-arter… oooooh…"
I pull back up so that only the tip of his dick is in my mouth and flick my tongue around it, then work my tongue under his foreskin. Lucas's grip on my head tightens and I can feel him shifting a bit, his back arching a little as his legs tighten and pull me down more.
He softly moans in response to that and I look up toward him on instinct, though I can't see with the blanket over us. A shame, really. I want to see his face right now.
Pulling my tongue out from under his foreskin, I sink my head all the way back down, then pull back up so just the tip is in my mouth, then sink back down, and repeat. While I do this, I hold onto his left thigh with my right hand and roll his balls between my fingers with my left hand.
This stimulation combined with him having already built up brings him to his peak rather fast. Only a minute of this treatment is needed to bring Lucas to his climax as he does with a moan that's still barely above a breath in sound and I go all the way down as soon as I feel the first blast of his hot, salty cum on my tongue.
"Ooh, ooh, ooh," he quietly gasps with every shot, and I make sure to swallow it all.
Five, six, seven… Lucas definitely not only shoots more than average but beyond even how much a built-up guy who shoots average would do. After eleven shots, Lucas finally stops cumming. I pull my head up and grip his dick with my left hand, pulling down some so that the head of it is exposed. I lick around it, tasting the cum that was caught by his foreskin as I clean it up. Then, I grab his dick with my right hand and squeeze as I pull up, making sure to get what's still in there out.
Lucas quietly rubs my head as I gently stroke his dick now, one of his hands moving to rubbing my left arm a little.
"Do you want to stop here?" I ask. "Or do you want to blow me now? If you want anal, I need you to actually say it just so I'm sure."
"F-fuck me, C-Carter," he says, then pauses for a moment. "P-please."
"Alright," I give his stomach a kiss, then shift my position so that I'm sitting on my legs between his.
Lucas adjusts the blanket so that it stays over us and I locate the lube, then pop it open and start coating my dick with it. The reason I was so concerned about him being intimidated by it isn't just because he's short, it's because my dick is massive. I'd also actually prefer it to be the sort of dick that's fucking me than on me, but there's nothing I can do about that.
My dick is uncut, straight, and 8.9" long and 2.3" thick. The average human adultmouth can't even fit it, it's so thick. The length isn't as much of a problem as the thickness is since length is easier to manage. When it comes to thickness, however… all that can really be done is preparation and determining comfort levels.
"Lucas," I realize something. "It might be better if I finger you a bit, to try and loosen-"
"J-just f-f-fuck m-m-me p-p-please?"
"Let me know if it's too much for you."
"Y-yeah."
I lift his hips up to expose his ass better, then guide my dick into his crack. It takes me a few moments to find his hole in the dark but once I find it, I slowly start to push in. Lucas gasps at the penetration, then lets out a soft groan as I continue to push in slowly. His ass is sooooooo tight and I really have to wonder what he's really feeling, but he's not saying anything. He has grabbed my arms and is gripping them, though.
"You good?" I ask once I'm all the way in.
"Y-yeah."
"D you want me to pull out?"
"N-no."
"D you want me to keep going?"
"Y-yeah."
"Alright," I say. "Let me know about speed, roughness, and so on."
"O-okay."
I pull back some, then push forward. At first, I fuck him slowly, just enjoying how tight his ass is around my dick, how much it's squeezing it. Once I'm sure Lucas is okay with this pace, I lean over him more and bend down to find his lips with my own. Lucas grabs my sides as I brace myself against the bed with an arm to either side of him.
From this position, my thrusts into his ass are a little bit more forceful but that only seems to make his kissing more aggressive. Despite my extremely fat, extremely long dick going back and forth inside of his tight, virgin ass, Lucas is really enjoying it. Quicker thrusts elicit grunts from him while slower movements cause him to groan in pleasure.
I slide my hands under him and he moves his hands up a little, then slides them down to my ass. He holds them there as he lets out small, soft grunts and groans between kisses, the sound mixing with my own, louder moans.
The cold is forgotten as we heat up under the blanket, even starting to sweat a little. Lucas's hands shift back to my sides and I start to thrust just a little bit faster. When I do that, Lucas starts to push his hips toward me as well, which I think means he's really enjoying this.
I start to feel myself nearing my climax and when I do, I stop thrusting and break off the kiss.
"W-w-what's wrong?" Lucas asks as I start to pull out.
"Going to cum," I tell him.
"S-s-so you're s-s-stopping?"
On second thought, I could just ask him instead of assuming it's a no.
"Unless you want me to cum in you?" I say. "I'm in the habit of pulling out when not using a condom with a new partner and didn't think about asking."
"C-c-cum in me," his hands quickly move to my ass as if to keep me from pulling out.
That's enough for me, so I return to kissing him and continue thrusting my dick as far into him as it can go. With how close I am, not even a minute passes before I hit my climax, blasting shot after shot of cum into Lucas's ass with a short moan each shot. Lucas and I have our arms wrapped around each other now and I've slipped my tongue into his mouth.
When my climax finally ends, we remain like this for a minute, then I slowly pull out of his ass and turn him onto his side. I snuggle up behind him, holding him against me.
"So?" I ask.
"W-would've been better without the Mana Burn."
"That what you're calling the damage from ambient Mana?" I ask.
"Yeah."
"It definitely would have been," I kiss him on the cheek. "So you liked it, then?"
"Lots," he answers. "Can we do that every night?"
"If we're both up for it, yeah," I snort a little. "You're probably going to be extremely sore in the morning, though. After a certain thickness, that tends to happen if you're not used to it."
"Okay," he wiggles up against me even tighter, his voice quieter and sleepier. "Let's stay under the blanket, so the heat doesn't escape."
After how long of a day he had, just that little bit we did for sex definitely finished wiping him out. There's not a chance we'll be able to keep talking.
"Alright," I give him a squeeze. "Good night, Lucas."
"Night."