Chauncey Burn was in the middle of a long-panning shot of the English countryside when I entered the theater, the camera following an early twentieth-century steam train as the opening credits played. It was a hopeful start for the main character's journey with some excellent sound design. The rumble and rattle of a train rolling along the tracks, the clinking of tea cups and saucers, and the click of a cheap latch on a battered suitcase all served to transport you to a different world and a different time. You could close your eyes and picture yourself as the anxious but eager young woman on the way to a better life.
I paused in the aisle. Would I have agreed if the Producers had asked me to participate in the show instead of tricking me? I couldn't say.
Shania waved to catch my attention, returning my attention to the present. What did it matter now anyway? We were here now, and that was all there was to it.
There were six other people in the theater, one of whom was dead asleep and probably homeless. You could get away with a good six to nine hours of sleep for the cost of a ticket if you picked the right film and ignored any attempts to wake you from the minimum wage employees. That was cheaper than anything you'd find outside of a trap house hostel, and was climate-controlled to boot. The other five consisted of a young couple who were already at the over-the-clothes fondling stage of their night and three middle-aged women, wine-drunk and chatting loudly. One of them wolf-whistled at me as I walked past.
"Seats are full, sugar. How about you squeeze in with me?" catcalled another. I saw the top of a bottle sticking out of a large purse on her lap.
I ignored the women; they were a part of the scenery at a hood theater. In a more packed room, you'd have dozens of them providing commentary and joking with each other the entire movie – it was par for the course and could even be charming if you came prepared. I was a fan, but then I mostly watched 'dumb-guy' flicks, the sorts of movies that lost nothing from having people shout jokes at the screen. Transplants and my bougier friends would sometimes complain, but you could always go downtown or to the Greenbelt if you were after the more classic theater experience.
Shania and Aminah quickly vacated the seat between them of snacks as I approached. We were in the backmost row in what my friends and I called a 'make-out corner', where the slightly off-wedge shape of a theater would produce a few rows with more seats in them than the rest. The half wall to keep you from falling down into the long hall to the side of the stadium seating obstructed a part of the screen but also afforded you a bit of privacy in a more crowded movie. A not insignificant percentage of people copped their first feel in corners such as this one, a population that would soon include my two dates if I had anything to say about it.
"Make-out corner, huh?" I whispered, sliding in between them. "Interesting choice."
The girls radiated embarrassment. Shania held up her phone, showing off a notes app set to dark mode. "We didn't want to disturb anyone."
I glanced at the women several rows down. One of them took a swig directly from the bottle before passing it to her friend. The third woman was lighting a blunt. "Sure, very considerate of you."
"They showed up after we did," she protested.
I slung an arm around her shoulder and tilted her chin up with my finger. "Aww, so you don't want to make out then? I'm gutted." I said, leaning my face down towards her.
"Um, I, uh," she stammered, freezing up.
I grinned. "This is all you're getting unless you give me a sign you want more." My mission tonight was to get the eldest Greene child more comfortable in these situations.
Shania gulped and tensed before forcing herself to relax. Closing her eyes, she moved fractionally closer, her lips parting slightly. I'd chosen my words carefully to include nonverbal communication, and took the invitation, kissing her. I started slow – this was Shania's second kiss, her first having been with me the week before, after I'd rescued her from a mugging. As was to be expected, she was amateurish and unsure of what to do, mostly staying still and pliant, letting me do with her what I pleased. That was fine by me. The goal was to have Shania be okay with romance and boys, not to become a seductress. If she wanted to be swept away by Prince Charming, then I would be happy to deliver, but it took two to tango. Cinderella still had to put on the slippers and go to the ball.
Chilled by the theater air conditioning, her chocolate skin swiftly warmed to my touch. Shania moaned into my mouth, small hands clinging to my sweater as thirteen Successes took our kiss from good, past incredible, and all the way to revelatory. I had to be careful not to knock her glasses off her face as she grew more careless, getting lost in the kiss. She lifted up off her seat a little to get as close as she could, opening her mouth as my tongue entered to titillate her own. I followed my instincts - called to claim the sprite of a girl. The arm slung over her shoulder moved to grab hold of her curly, natural hair with a firm but not painful hold, and the hand under her chin traced its way up. Her cheek, soft and smooth, felt completely at home in my battered palm.
We kissed until she was panting for breath, and even then, I had to hold her by the hair when I backed away to keep her from following.
Her eyelids fluttered, and she breathed a few haggard breaths before remembering where she was. The movie had transitioned to a manor interior and the low orange of fake gaslights coming from the screen could barely illuminate the details on her dark face, but her eyes were clear and full of emotion. She studied my face in silence before letting go of my sweater. I smiled, gave her a little peck, and turned to Aminah on my right side. She squeaked in embarrassment at having been caught watching intently.
People affected by Heroes Harem thought I was justified in taking multiple lovers, coming to their own conclusions why, but they were still capable of feeling jilted or jealous. To my pleasant surprise, there was none of that here. Aminah was awkward and uncertain of how to carry herself in this situation, but under that was only a strong pride for her friend. I would have to take care to preserve that kindness when training her. These two were much too sweet for the brutality of my version of Black City Kung Fu, but it was an adaptable art. I'd figure something out.
Aminah had been fretting with her headscarf, wrapping it around her fist multiple times and pulling it tight to her scalp and neck. Yearning Song, my Empathy Special Feat, was quick to draw my attention to the binding and how it must have partially restricted her breathing. The Feat's definition of 'what people truly want' seemed to include kinks and fetishes – no surprises there. If I wasn't unreasonably horny after the fight in Mugisha's, I might have been reluctant to listen to the Producer-fed information; this was a kissless virgin after all, following the guidance of my interdimensional eldritch overlords and taking a forceful approach with the girl felt inappropriate. The kind and sensible thing to do would be to ease her into the process of self-discovery and make sure she was at least consciously aware of her desire for dom and subplay.
But I was unreasonably horny. I followed my Feat-inspired instincts and reached out, going not for her chin but her neck, and pulled her to me, pausing right before the kiss. I didn't choke her, not so early in the night, but the power dynamic was enough to trigger a shift in her demeanor. Where seconds before she had looked conflicted and confused, her face was now transformed into pure anticipatory excitement. From the point of contact at her neck, my force pythons extended invisibly out and down, one painfully encircling her chest right under her breasts, pulling her t-shirt tight around them, and the other moving lower, restricting her diaphragm and shortening her breaths.
She gasped and lolled her tongue out of her mouth, pushing herself harder into my grasp. I couldn't tell if she was aping some hentai she'd come across or if this was a natural response in a porn world, but it hardly mattered in the moment. Again, my instincts trumped any sense of propriety; I spit into her mouth. The saliva, enhanced by my immense Qi, lit a fire atop her taste buds, sending a powerful shiver down through her body.
Aminah swallowed it down with a gulp and whispered with a dreamy smile, "Thank you."
Good lord, between that and her penchant for League of Legends, the girl was shaking out to be quite a degenerate. I obliged her dark desires and kissed her hard. With Shania, there had been a controlled, traditionally masculine energy to the kiss – an answer to her unspoken desire to be led through the moment. This, though similarly requested by Amina, was forceful, barely controlled, and commanding.
The Dice Gods must have been as pent up as I was; Sixteen Successes was a pleasure I couldn't begin to imagine and might go my life without being on the receiving end of. I bore down on her, pinning her to her seat and forcing her chin straight up as we kissed, emphasizing my power and position. The elbow of the arm choking her found a home in her cleavage while my force pythons began to writhe and slither; the one under her breasts moved up slightly to tease her through her shirt and bra while the one previously around her diaphragm lowered to encircle her hips. My other hand slipped in between her jean-clad legs to grab a meaty hold of her soft upper thigh, the ridge of it just barely touching her clothed sex.
Aminah let out a strangled, needy moan and began to buck against me, seeking, begging for more contact. She wanted this more than words could capture. Her hands tried to grab at my pants, but the third of my three force pythons snapped out and pinned them together. Finally, as her movements grew more frantic and desperate, I stopped and released her.
> [Ally Quest Complete!]
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> Take Aminah Akhtar's first kiss
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> [Hidden Quest Complete!]
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> [Major Feat] All Eyes on Me
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> The thrill of being seen pushes you past your limits. Gain a Bonus Die for actions that would be considered spectacles when undisguised and in public.
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Aminah slumped into her seat, chest heaving as she caught her breath and came back down to Earth. She reached across me, wiggling her fingers until Shania took her hand for support. They shared a giggle before the sound of a door slamming played through the huge theater speakers gave them a jump and reminded them they were here for an assignment.
I stretched out my back in my seat and yawned. "So, other than the two of you, what do we have for snacks?"
Aminah bumped me with her shoulder. "That's all you've got to say for yourself? That kiss might have changed the trajectory of my life. You're not getting off that easily."
I wagged my eyebrows. "Neither are you."
She blushed bright enough to be seen on her light brown cheeks through the dim lighting.
Shania, sensing her friend's plight, reached down and plopped down a bucket of popcorn onto my lap. Aminah got her bearings after and held up some candy excitedly, a little too eager to comply.
"Chocolate-covered pretzels for the savory, gummy worms for the sweet, and milk duds for the creamy," she said, shaking a box for emphasis.
Did the girls think candy could distract me away from teasing them? If so, they'd have to learn that James Li was the Platonic Ideal of incorrigibility. "Chocolate, sweet, and creamy – just what I had in mind for tonight, thanks."
Shania jumped in once more as Aminah returned to pink. "We also got you a slushy, but it's a little, um, melted."
"Nice. Blue is my favorite flavor of slushy."
"Do you want your jersey?" asked Aminah, pulling the Peregrines merch from her large purse. "I like your outfit, by the way. What happened to—"
"After," I said, taking the jersey from her, grateful to see it unharmed. Perhaps I'd invest in a Kevlar wetbag to keep my clothes safe during future missions. Pulling my sweater over my head, I paused, shirtless, to savor the looks I was getting from my two companions – it was nice to feel appreciated, especially after my conversation with Maria. Though, their expressions when I redressed made me feel like I'd kicked two puppies.
"What's the assignment, anyway?"
"We just need to note three changes from the book to the movie for a discussion on mediums of storytelling," said Shania.
"Won't take too long," added Aminah, doing her best sultry voice.
"That's all? Why not pick a movie that's been out?"
Shania shrugged. "She said it was more fun this way, but we think the school is using this as a 'field trip' to meet state standards."
"Huh. Fair enough."
It was good that the girls were busy with the movie, because I went at the snacks like an animal the moment the first Milk Dud touched my tongue. My id was inflamed. I was hungry, I was horny, I was losing my mind. Milk Duds were possibly the heaviest candies in America, basically just dense balls of chocolate and caramel. They gummed up in your teeth, took a while to melt on your tongue, and were not meant to be consumed quickly. My dentist had once warned me that they could pull out fillings. I tilted the box back, packed my cheeks like a greedy squirrel, and started chewing through them semi-angrily. How dare they taunt me with their stickiness!?
I defeated the Duds handily, only having to use my telekinesis like a toothpick once. To prove it wasn't a fluke, I did the same to the gummy worms, devouring them as a single gelatinous orb. From there, I alternated between fistfuls of popcorn and chocolate pretzels – an inspired decision, if I said so myself. Some might balk at the saltiness and the mix of faux butter and too-sweet chocolate, but those people were cowards and fools. They couldn't dream of matching my unsurpassed ability to eat movie snacks.
Within minutes, I was left with only the mostly melted slushie. I eyed it like a broke smoker would a half-burnt short on the sidewalk; even in my hedonistic haze, thirty-two ounces of sugar water was pushing it. If it was still icy, I'd of course be testing my Fire-Qi against brain freeze right now, but—
Hey, there's an idea.
From a spiritual perspective, freezing or cooling something with my Fire powers felt unintuitive, if not outright impossible. My Qi hungered; it was a roiling, churning engine of destruction that wanted to consume and obliterate anything in its way. I was sure I could establish dominion over an existing fire and command it to cease, but that was very different from cooling something that wasn't already aflame.
That was from a spiritual perspective, though. Various Ally Quests from training and fucking Annie had granted me a surprising number of Dice in Physics. The woman definitely downplayed her intelligence, likely for the same reasons I did – smart, charismatic, and beautiful was a recipe for resentment.
Regardless, my senior student had given me 4 Dice in Physics, roughly the proficiency of a competent undergraduate student, not that it meant much to me. I didn't have the personality, patience, or desire to put it to use. Honestly, the most my dumbass thought I'd ever get out of my Physics Dice was a Feat for throwing stuff good. But with my disappointingly melted slushy in hand, I may have finally found a use for the Skill. Temperature was just the average measure of kinetic energy in the atoms of a substance, and heat was the transfer of that energy. Kinetic energy? Flowing forces? Heat? Those were my specialties. Theoretically, I could use my Physics Skill to unify my Elemental Control (Fire) and Telekinesis.
I cupped the bottom of the slushie cup, started stirring with the straw—simply freezing it would ruin the consistency—and closed my eyes, entering a meditative state. This was surely irresponsible to be attempting with other people around me, but that wasn't important at the moment. We were doing science over here, alright? Cut me some slack. I pictured the vibrating, colliding particles that made up the slushie. It didn't matter that I couldn't imagine the specifics of their structure – this was a visualization exercise to guide my next move.
Deep breath in, sap the buzzing atoms of their power, draw it into you. Exhale, expel the energy.
No, that wasn't working; too much Telekinesis, not enough Fire. We may have been doing science, but this was still a spiritual practice. I needed to embody the fickle, unhinged rage of Fire. Reality and the established laws of the universe had to burn away in the face of my wants.
Deep breath; Give me your power. Exhale; Worthless, you are fuel. Deep breath; Heat, it's mine. Exhale; I want it. Deep breath; I am the King of Fire. Exhale; Your heat belongs to me. Deep breath; Mine, mine. Exhale; Give it.
I felt my palm grow hot as I continued my circular breathing; that was either a sign that this was working, the heat flowing into my body, or a sign that I was about to accidentally melt the plastic of the cup and spill semi-boiling sugar water onto my lap. Checking now would disrupt the process, so instead, I blocked out the sounds of the film and tuned my ears into the slushie – if it started to bubble, I'd stop.
The system interpreted my experiment/ongoing mild psychotic break as an Aura + Physics roll. Today was truly a banner day for firsts: first kills, first time using Physics, and hopefully, first threesome.
Seven Successes, nice. I raised the cup up without opening my eyes and took a long sip from the straw, smiling. The texture was perfect, just between liquid and solid, the ideal slush consistency.
Mmm, blue.
I opened my eyes – very nice, nothing was on fire. The girls were glancing curiously at the frost that had formed over the cup but continued to take notes on their phones about the movie.
I tried to piece together what was happening in Chaunce Burn by reading their combined notes, but they were just lists of what had been changed from the book. Having missed several important character and setting introductions while making out and doing impromptu Qi experiments, I was pretty lost. Just going off of the acting and cinematography cues, though, as far as I could tell, the story was setting up a love triangle between the main character, a young governess, the aristocrat who hired her, and the patriarch of the family, said aristocrat's father. The main character's name was Penny, and the other two were Darvish and Frederick, but who was which escaped me. Also, did lords sometimes have different 'lord names' than their actual last names? Why were the British like this? If I ever heard one of these fancy motherfuckers complain about Chinese names being hard to remember, I was slapping them.
During a scene that could be best described as a bizarrely erotic violin lesson, I leaned over to ask Aminah, "Was the book this horny?"
"It was a slower burn, but definitely yes. A lot of late-Victorian novels contained barely disguised softcore pornography. It was a reaction to a crackdown on outright smut in penny dreadfuls."
"Damn, I got to read more."
The patriarch, a fifty-something silver fox, had the main character sitting between his legs on the same piano bench, chin resting on her shoulder. The camera made sure to focus on his beard as it scratched her pale, pink cheeks, interspersed with a weird number of shots of her stocking-clad feet curling in the rug. I guess it was to show her nerves, but there was a suspicious amount of screen time for her toes. Shania had the same thought; I read over her shoulder as she wrote, 'more feet stuff??? Literally how??'.
"How much was in the book?" I whispered.
"Too much."
I furrowed my brow as I tried to go through the classics of literature I could recall from this world, which was to say, very little. Would it shock you to learn that James Li had spent most of English class goofing off? Young James had paid attention for Shakespeare, for the usual theater kid reasons, and Thoreau, who he viewed as an American Daoist. With Alan's knowledge, I think teen me might have enjoyed anti-war novels as an exploration of violence from the perspective of those not born into it, but I never had the grades or the desire to make it into advanced classes.
Actually, did this world even contain the works of Vonnegut or Joseph Heller? Maybe I'd spend some time tomorrow going over the differences in culture and history. It didn't shock me that art was hornier in a porn universe, but I did wonder how far it went. How had the presence of martial artists, monsters, and gods changed things? It was a shame Alan had never read the Gita or the Norse Sagas; the differences between those of this Earth and my last could have told me a lot about cosmology here.
The fact that I had the room in my mind to contemplate these things didn't speak very highly of Chauncey Burn. Good luck thinking about comparative literature while watching Ong Bak or The Raid, was all I was saying.
I ended up taking the trash down to throw out just as an excuse to be free of a particularly lengthy dinner scene. The acting, which had been passable if dull at the beginning, was starting to chafe as the movie went on. Honestly, considering the time and effort that had gone into framing and shooting the violin scene, I had a growing suspicion that the movie was just a vessel for eroticism – a suspicion that was confirmed moments later when the film transitioned into a scene in which Penny and the two young wives of her love interests shared a 'tense' bath together, gratuitous titty shots and all.
I slipped into the Innocuous Oaf as I made my way back to my seat. The three turnt-up aunties were too busy catcalling the screen to catcall me, but a few rows behind them were the young couple. On my way to the trash can, I noticed that the girl had discreetly removed her bra at some point, and I didn't want to scare them off from enjoying themselves. I was a sex-powered demi-god; as a matter of principle, I could not allow such a cockblocking to occur on my watch.
Good point, me.
On a whim, and to make doubly sure that a great time was had, I snuck behind the couple and laid a gentle hand on each. Using very basic Erotic Sorcery, I increased their lust and sensitivity, as well as giving the boy a small blessing of sexual endurance for good measure. It was a long movie.
"Have fun," I whispered. Neither had the wherewithal to penetrate the Innocuous Oaf, especially now; the girl was suddenly too busy going for her boyfriend's zipper to notice the stealthed sex-god behind her, and the boy was too busy trying to pull her shirt up to get a mouthful of titty. Currently, they were working at odds with each other, creating a tangle of limbs and clothes, but I was sure they'd figure out the order of operations soon enough.
The main character, Penny, was using a luffa to scrub the bottom of her mistress's feet in the bath as I sat down. Penny's actress wore a look of restrained distaste while her scene partner had a sadistic and imperious expression, resting her other foot on the lower-class woman's shoulder. You could, if you squinted, view what was happening as a non-sexual demonstration of power rather than what it obviously was.
"Jesus, you weren't kidding," I said, exiting Stealth. "Who directed this – Tarantino?"
The girls jumped in surprise as I suddenly reappeared in the seat. I don't think I'd ever get tired of doing that to people.
"This part's from the novel," said Shania with a sigh.
"Why didn't they give us books like this to read in class? I'd have paid way more attention."
Aminah pushed the armrest between us up and sidled in closer. "You say that, but you aren't imagining the awkward class discussions led by a tipsy, recent divorcé. At least the only boy in class is gay – I might literally die otherwise. We're done, by the way; we've both got more than enough for the discussion."
"We should finish the movie, though." Shania sounded nervous. "You never know with Ms. Davidson; there might be an essay too."
I was pretty sure that was her fear of intimacy, and of what might occur after the movie talking, but in her defense, she wasn't the one with a full-ride scholarship already in the bag. I took Shania's hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "All good. I'm curious to see how much hornier this can get, anyway. We should keep track of the foot shots – this could be a fun drinking game."
She said nothing but scooched closer and leaned her head on my shoulder, taking my hand with both of hers. It was very cute and chaste, and I almost didn't want to spoil the saccharine mood by pushing further.
Almost.
A force python extended out from the hand she was holding and wrapped its way up her arm like a vine, across her back, and down the other arm. Its touches were neither forceful nor sexual, but I had shaped the telekinetic limb to be flat and thin like a ribbon and threaded it underneath the sleeves of her blouse to be in direct contact with her skin. Shania looked up, half-excited, half-anxious, but I quieted any questions with a quick kiss and a wink.
Not wanting to leave her best friend out, I slung my arm around Aminah's shoulders and made sure to shift my weight slightly so that she could feel my greater mass pressing down on her. She let out a pleased hum and nuzzled in closer.
Unfortunately, the scene shifted to one of the rare instances in which the main character was actually performing the job she'd been hired to do, meaning that two young children were on the screen. They may not have been literally present in the room, but getting any spicier with them still felt wrong. We'd be fine, though; it couldn't have been more than thirty or thirty-five minutes into the movie, and there had already been two insanely horny scenes. Chauncey Burn had a lot of sexual tension to fit into its almost three hours, apparently. There would be more opportunities to escalate.
Thankfully, the kids Penny had been hired to be a governess to were less real characters and more plot devices to be swiftly replaced with another tense, hushed conversation in a dark, gaslit room. In the relative quiet, the lip-smacking and heavy breathing of the couple I'd blessed traveled and caught the attention of one of the three drunk aunties, who turned around and started to guffaw.
I wielded my killing intent like a spear and directed the full fury of it at the woman, rolling a raw Aura to keep it from affecting anyone else. Her loud laughter and whatever crass comment she was about to interrupt the couple with died on her lips as she froze. Her gaze moved instead to meet mine, just barely visible in the make-out corner. It was dark, and she was a good distance away, but unless she possessed no survival instinct whatsoever, my intention was clear.
I will erase you.
She snapped back around and took a shaky sip of wine. Luckily for her companions, they were already too faded to be cognizant of either her behavior or the sounds of the couple. Hopefully, the wine and weed would put them to sleep soon; I did feel bad about the killing intent. I didn't want to levy it against them, but it was what it was. As long as they stayed the fun aunts, it wouldn't happen again.
The sloppy mouth sounds of the two teens caught the attention of the girls as well. Aminah rubbed her thighs together and forced herself to stare dead at the screen; I was sure she was barely holding it together after the edging earlier. Shania, though, seemed entranced by the couple, specifically by the girl's exposed shoulders and back. In her ensorcelled lust, she had pulled her shirt completely off, leaving her nude from the waist up. We could see little from where we were, but enough to know that she had pulled her boyfriend's head to her chest, one hand presumably stroking his hair while the other was clamped over her mouth – ah, wait, not clamped; she was sucking on three of her fingers, probably enjoying the alien sensitivity I'd bestowed her with.
Might have gone a little overboard there.
The girl was black like Shania, and I at first assumed that she was merely picturing herself in her position, vicariously getting her titties sucked, but Yearning Song stepped into flesh out the exact fantasy. It was the exposure that fascinated her, informed the Feat. To armchair psychologize a little, her father shaming her for her dress in early puberty had left her with a bit of a complex for showing off in public.
Well, well, well, a couple of real freaks, these two. Exhibitionism and BDSM – they were certainly living up to the stereotypes about shy girls there. Not that I was complaining.
Now, how did I want to do this? There were some Feats calling out to me, and while I wanted to let loose and have some mindless fun, it wouldn't do to be haunted by a bad decision anytime I checked my character sheet. That said, I didn't exactly possess the mental capacity for long-term planning at the moment.
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I let Style Maker guide me, limiting myself to a single Minor Feat. Quest Rewards seemed to be slowing down, but investing Experience in a sex scene had more than paid for itself thus far.
My subconscious got to work; the problem for my extremely horny and fraying mind was that I had two girls here and only five arms, including the telekinetic ones – and those were crude and designed more for battle than the bedroom. The result was the following:
> [Minor Feat] Squid Devouring Maiden Meditation
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Shania was covered from the neck down, wearing a navy apron dress, a white collared blouse, black tights, and Mary Janes – the very image of a reserved wallflower of a girl. The apron dress might have been a bit daring on its own; the side slits on its knee-length skirt extended to the upper thighs, and it was tied at the back with crisscrossed straps meaning most of her from neck to the small of her back would have been exposed. On a more endowed girl, there might have been an audacious amount of side-boob on display as well, but the petite Shania had nothing to worry about there. Importantly, the dress was designed so that it could be worn without tights or a blouse underneath; she might turn heads, and it wasn't suitable for church, but she'd be far from breaking any laws.
Shania sucked in a sharp breath as I began to roll her tights down her legs with a telekinetic limb while the one already under her blouse undid the clasp on her bra. I felt her entire body tense and sent a comforting warmth through the force pythons, rolling the odd combo of Sensuality + Elemental Control (Fire) for the first time. I only got three Successes on the Dice, but with my guaranteed Successes from Hero's Harem, they were enough to at least keep her from outright panicking.
"Kick your shoes off," I whispered to her. She hesitated for a few moments before complying. "Thanks," I said, and then following an urge from Yearning Song, added, "I'm proud of you – very brave," earning an embarrassed but delighted smile from the girl.
I leaned down to finish extracting her tights from her ankles and passed the balled-up cloth to Aminah. The Pakistani girl was confused for a second before realizing where the tights had come from and stowing them safely away in her large purse. She gave me a thumbs-up and even sidled an inch away to signal that she was okay with me focusing on her friend.
I slid an arm around Shania's back and under her apron dress and began to undo the buttons of her blouse. My telekinesis could have pried them apart with minimal, if any, damage, but it was safer to do manually; besides, I wanted to feel her flat tummy under my hand and wanted her to feel my callouses as I exposed her inch-by-inch. My Feat-inspired instincts reassured me that she wanted to experience a man's lusts - wanted to be the object of his desires.
Once the buttons were undone, I roughly tugged on her shirt and bra to try and remove them without taking off her dress as well. It took some doing, but I had limbs to spare to help me along, and the manhandling only added to Shania's experience. She had remained fairly tense as I was working on her buttons but relaxed minutely as I started tugging on her shirt – giving in to the fantasy, maybe? Her body was still far from loose, but I knew that alone was a major victory.
The next step was going to take some setup, though. I tilted Shania's chin up, tearing her gaze away from the titty-sucking she'd been staring at as I stripped her, and kissed her again. The system was kind enough to let my earlier kiss roll ride but made me roll again as my hands got to work underneath her dress. She was thin enough that I could feel her ribs and every twitch of her abdominal muscles under my palms. I found her dainty body more and more alluring as I stroked her from belly to sternum, her small breasts barely filling my cupped hands. Shania had been my first and truest damsel, something which her petite figure reinforced on a visceral level. As the sight of Aminah had sparked Alan's latent kink, now James was discovering something about himself. It felt very good to be the hero treating himself to the damsel. It felt right.
Something approaching a growl made its way out of my throat as my hands grew more vigorous upon her flesh. Seven Successes became nine after bonuses to molest and grope her, finally putting a crack in Shania's phobia of intimacy. Her arms came up and wrapped around my neck, her chest thrusting itself into my hands. I dug my fingers into her hips and pushed my thumb just above the band of her panties, dragging it up slowly to her sternum, reveling in the sensation of her tiny, hard nipple against my palm. I took my time feeling her up, never lingering anywhere for long, massaging what few muscles she had from her waist to just below her neck. She was soft and smooth, a wisp under my ministrations, unlike any of my partners thus far, her weakness like an aphrodisiac, begging me to claim her as my own.
Shania's lips and tongue grew more insistent as she endured the treatment, asking me in every way but verbally to continue. I forced myself away from her before I got carried away; there was a plan in motion. That had all been set up.
"Take your panties off." The Dice were ready to be cast with that line, but I stopped the system from interfering. This part, at least, I wanted to be organic, for whatever that was worth.
Her eyes went wide, and she gulped nervously. I watched the terror start creeping back into her expression and features but stayed the course, holding my hand out in anticipation for her panties. She looked down at her shirt and bra, which had fallen off my lap and onto the floor. We both knew the state of these old, sticky tiles – it would be humiliating to put either of them back on now.
The deep rumble of the actor playing the patriarch in Chauncey Burn came from the movie theater speakers. "This pale flesh awakens a dark devil in me." Out of my periphery, I saw him hold Penny's hand to his face, grip hard enough to leave marks on her wrist.
Shania mouthed something to herself, a mantra perhaps, or maybe just some confirmation. Summoning confidence, she nodded, pulled her panties down her legs, and put them in my ready hand. Then, to my genuine surprise, she pushed her apron dress down as well and added it to the pile of clothes on the floor, leaving her completely naked apart from her socks.
> [Ally Quest Complete!]
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> Convince Shania to strip nude and indulge her exhibitionism fetish in public.
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> Reward: 35XP, +1 Empathy, +1 Medicine
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> Bonus, She went beyond your request sans roll: 10XP, +2 Craft (Tailoring)
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> Bonus, Convinced Aminah as well: 25XP, +1 Animal Handling
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Tailoring? Odd, she hadn't expressed any interest in the hobby to me thus far.
Ah. Yearning Song connected the dots for me; Shania's simultaneous interest in and terror of more revealing clothing had stopped her from fully exploring fashion and design. The Feat also assured me that she would love cosplay. She'd likely used her family's relative poverty to justify developing the skills while dreaming of the fits she'd make had she the confidence.
"You're stunning," I said, raking my eyes down her nude form. Her hairless, closed pussy lips were shining in the low lighting of the theater. "Incredible."
"Thank you," she said softly, a small but extremely proud smile on her lips. Wisely, she used the opportunity to take her glasses off and put them into her clutch for safety. "Aminah's sister used me to show a new beautician how to operate the laser at her job." She gulped, and her smile grew wider. Spreading her legs, she added, "My skin feels super smooth now."
I ached to verify that claim, but before that, I picked up the bundle of discarded clothes and passed it over to Aminah to put in her purse. She was enraptured by what had just happened and seemed to have transcended her mind entirely, taking the clothes from me in almost a dream state. I half expected her to be equally as nude when I turned to her, but it seemed she'd been too stunned to move.
"What are you waiting for?" I asked. She quickly stuffed Shania's clothes into her purse, not daring to take her eyes away from the two of us, as though this dream might end if she did. "That's not what I meant."
Aminah blinked and pinched her upper arm to check if this was really happening. She pointed at herself. "M-Me?" I nodded and she burst into motion, reaching for the hem of her t-shirt with one hand and starting to pull down her headscarf with the other.
Yearning Song, the MVP tonight, made me grab her wrists and halt her just as she revealed her tummy. She was eager to comply with my order, thrilled even, but the glimmer in her eyes told me that I could elevate this fantasy of hers even further. A more reasonable version of myself would have paused to consider the consequences of indulging her fantasy, but that James Li was not present. I'd left him to catch his breath outside Mugisha's; tonight's James Li was the least reasonable man in Black Harbor.
Well, alright, that was hyperbole, but I definitely wasn't worried about the future as I spun Aminah around by the shoulder and pulled her back to my chest, my hand clasped firmly around her throat. Rivers of force flowed out from my palm, pulling her shirt aside where necessary to tantalize her flesh. With a thought, my telekinetic limbs shredded her shirt to tatters and cleaved her bra apart. Aminah was much more endowed, and I enjoyed the feel of her upturned, perky breasts in my free hand, groping them and rolling her painfully hard nipples between my fingers. My grip on her neck kept her from making more than choked sounds of pleasure and pain, though I had to bind her legs to keep her from kicking and squirming too much.
The image of walking out of the theater with Shania on one arm, wearing only her apron dress, and Aminah on the other, dressed in nothing more than borrowed tights and a too-small blouse, came unbidden to me. Next thing I knew, my force pythons had torn the girl's jeans and panties off her legs, leaving her in only her shoes and a disheveled hijab, half falling off her head. Her bucking and squirming took on a new direction, going from random jerks to purposeful attempts to get any contact, any stimulation at all, for her soaking and desperate sex.
I tightened my grip on Aminah's throat, fully restricting her breathing this time, and used my other arm to pull Shania in for another kiss. She needed no urging from me to put a hand on her friend's tender breasts and start groping them in my place. Shania was gentler, though no less enthusiastic than I had been with her best friend's chest, in a way that my Empathy Attribute was quick to notice. The curiosity to experiment with Aminah had been there prior to anything I'd done tonight.
I sensed that the Pakistani-American girl was close to a climax, having been on the edge for a while. Acting quickly, I threaded a figure-eight around both teens' hips with a single force python, making sure it was applying pressure over their dantians. Rolling an Erotic Sorcery, I tied their rising pleasures together, linking Shania's to Aminah's, and Aminah's to Shania's. The effect was barely noticeable on Aminah, who was nearly insensate as was, but it struck Shania like a bolt from heaven. Her groping of her friend's breasts became much more forceful, even going so far as to pinch and tug on her poor nipples. I could have expected that, though, now that she had the biological feedback to know Aminah liked pain, she would naturally be less reserved. What I didn't see coming was her other hand taking my own and moving it to her neck.
No matter how unexpected, I didn't question the request, and soon, both girls were being held tightly to my chest as I choked them. The pain and asphyxiation weren't my idea of a good time, but who was I to judge? They appeared to love the abuse.
Following the logic, I used my telekinesis to bind Shania's legs as I had her friends and considerably increased the pressure to something outright painful, activating Slut-making Strikes to bring with the pain equal parts pleasure. For Aminah, however, I released the hold I'd had on her arms, allowing her to join in on the groping, turning the two a bit to make it easier for them to reach each other's chests. I didn't know why they limited themselves to just their tits – perhaps any further was still a step too far mentally, or maybe they'd been primed from watching the couple a few rows down.
Less than a minute later, the oxygen deprivation in Aminah's brain kicked off an orgasmic cascade through the two girls. She came with a total body, shaking, squirming, almost violent climax that tore through her and straight into her best friend. In turn, Shania's orgasm traveled through my force python into her friend, where their mutual pleasure began to echo between them, only stopping when I ended the spell for fear that they'd pass out.
> [Hidden Quest Complete!]
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> Make someone cum in a public setting.
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> Reward: 15XP
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> Bonus, Two people at once: 30XP, +1 Random Attribute (Endurance)
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> [Hidden Quest Complete!]
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> Give two best friends a life-changing gay experience.
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> Reward: 50XP, +2 Random Skill (Necromancy)
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> [Hidden Quest Complete!]
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> Cause someone to develop a BDSM fetish.
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> Reward: 20XP, Gain Minor Feat Fearousal
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> [Minor Feat] Fearousal
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> There is something about the terror you inspire in others that they find strangely exciting. You gain a Bonus Die to seduce anyone you've rolled Intimidate against in the same scene.
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I held the two brown girls, one caramel-toned, one dark chocolate, to me as they came down from their 'life-changing' high, stroking their sides and alternating between them as I peppered kisses and whispered compliments and reassurances. They were soaked, both from their leaking pussies and the sweat that clung to them, and the theater was chilly. To keep them comfortable, I infused heat through my rivers of force and made sure to keep the limbs moving up and down along their bodies, massaging their exhausted muscles with vibrations.
Chauncey Burn continued in the background, its plot now a complete mystery to me. I couldn't have told you what was happening if I tried, nor did I particularly care. Shame, I guess I was going to remain a dumb-guy movie enjoyer.
There was still a show to be enjoyed, though – two, in fact. The couple I'd blessed with my Erotic Sorcery had moved to the other make-out corner at the far end of our row. I didn't know why they hadn't been there to begin with; maybe they'd come when the room was entirely empty, or maybe they'd actually intended to watch the film. The girl was riding her boyfriend, entirely naked and probably making a mess of his jeans. She was in full view of us, the corner only protecting from the rows below, but didn't care. If anything, she seemed to like both that we could see her boobs bouncing and that she could see me playing with Shania and Aminah. The boy was being a gentleman, though, with only eyes for his girl, by which I mean he was busy nursing on her teats – man, that guy loved sucking titty. Amen, brother.
The second and superior show, in my opinion, were the best friends clinging to my sweater. As they regained their senses, they started giggling at my compliments and kisses while staring into each other's eyes. I could see that both were weighing whether or not to start making out with each other and, to aid them along, recast the sorcery that connected and reciprocated their pleasure. With the comfort of knowing that the other liked what was happening, the girls slowly began to kiss, starting with little quick pecks interspersed with gleeful, hushed laughter and moving into exploring one another's mouths with the tips of their tongues.
No words were exchanged between the two, but after fully recovering and having grown comfortable with making out, they started to undo the button and zipper of my pants. Shania's smaller hand slipped under my boxers while Aminah began tugging at the waistband, only sparing a glance up to check that I was okay with what was happening. At my smile and nod, the two freed my enormous cock of its prison.
Thank god, finally.
Even the least reasonable version of myself was capable of respecting the pace of two virgins, and the show had been fun for me too, but goddamn, was it time to get my nut off. Any longer, and I would die – just keel right over in my seat and fucking die.
The girls froze at the sight of the pillar, a sensible response, however, I was hurting over here, and I'd just had confirmation that both girls now had a BDSM fetish. At another time, I'd have loved a double handjob; loved literally feeling the two grow more confident around a penis, but I didn't have the patience in me.
Thankfully, both Shania and Aminah were empathetic enough to sense my need and gave me permissive smiles as they felt my telekinesis push their heads lower. They slid down, kneeling on the filthy tiles, reveling in the nasty, humiliating nature of what was happening. I made sure to keep in contact with them as they did so that my tactile telekinesis and the sorcery tying them together stayed up.
"It's huge," whispered Shania, giggling.
"It's perfect," added Aminah. She reached for her hijab but paused to look up and ask, "Do…you want me to keep it on?"
I thought about it, turning my eye inward to my Alan half.
Alright, big dog, what's the verdict?
He was…ambivalent? Yes, and not just faking it either, I didn't think. Hmm, it seemed that the visual cue for a religious girl wasn't a part of whatever kink he had for them.
I smiled down at her and decided to lean on Yearning Song some more. "Your hair is so pretty. I want to see it."
It was one hundred percent the right move for the situation. Aminah's eyes widened, and she gave me a look of pure love and adoration. Neither of us were into race play, I suppose, but Aminah was very, very into the idea of shedding her parent-imposed self-image and reveling in the joy of debauchery.
She whipped her headscarf off and threw it atop her purse, shaking out her luscious, wavy pitch-black hair. Then, having reached an even higher level of enthusiasm, she took my cock in her hands, needing both to circle it fully, and gazed up past the pillar of meat into my eyes.
"I want to choke on this."
The vulgarity out of the otherwise innocent girl caused my dick to twitch in her hands, a fat dollop of pre-cum dripping onto her thumb. That was the first drop of a storm – it was like an internal tap had turned, the dollop of pre becoming a continuous drip, more and more leaking out and over Aminah's hands.
Oh, right, all of my cum Feats – how could I have forgotten? With the Die of Endurance I'd just received, I produced 121 times what I would have normally of the reality-bending fluid. At some point, later obviously, I'd need to get a hold on that.
My cum and pre-cum were hotter than a normal man's, affected like all parts of my body by my ludicrous Qi and Fire-nature, and also stayed at a constant temperature. Instead of cooling as it met the chill of the theater, the juices seemed to react like scented wax on a tea warmer, giving off a thin mist of incense. The scent of my natural lubricant grew thick in the air around us. To me, it was a heavy but unoffensive smell with vague floral undertones, but to the girls, it was ambrosia. Shania licked her lips, extended a shaky palm onto my cockhead, and rubbed it in a circle, spreading the lubricant around the bellend. She pulled her hand back, catching the strands with her fingers and marveling at the heat and feel of the sticky, slippery goo. In a near daze, she brought her hand up to her face and dragged it down her bottom lip and onto her neck, looking up at me in awe as she mimed choking herself.
My dick twitched at the sight, causing Aminah to giggle at the sensation. She started to stroke me, though paused and kept herself to my bottom four inches when she noticed Shania bringing her head to the top of my cock. The petite black girl gave me another welcome surprise – she placed her bottom lip on my shaft, the warmth of her breath making another huge, milky bead of pre-cum surge out of my tip, and dragged her lip up, catching a pool of my fluid. Grabbing her friend by her neck, she pointed Aminah's face up to the ceiling and delivered the pre-cum into her mouth with a passionate, messy kiss.
I swallowed down my saliva; this was getting to be too much for me. "Girls, I'm not going to last long like this," I confessed. My force pythons emphasized the words and jerked them closer to me.
Shania and Aminah shared a pleased smile and a last, quick kiss before turning their attention back to my cock. Starting at the base on opposite sides, they started lapping and slurping their way up. In the shadow of the make-out corner, Shania was but a silhouette against my thigh and her lighter-skinned friend, making the pink of her tongue and white of her eyes stand out all the more. Both girls had one arm around the other, their naked bodies pressed in close together. Shania's small hand cupped my heavy, churning balls, occasionally bringing the pool of pre-cum there up and letting it drip off of her palm onto my cock head.
As their tongues danced atop my cock, battling each other for the opportunity to lap directly from my oozing slit, I decided it was time to take it further. Telekinetically, I pulled their arms behind their backs, binding them at the elbows. Aminah immediately understood my intent, practically purring as she took a deep breath and let her jaw hang open, lolling her tongue out.
I wrapped the shy Muslim girl's midnight black hair around my fist, making sure to pull it tight enough to hurt, activating Slut-Making Strikes to amplify her enjoyment, and grabbed a handful of Shania's curly, natural hair as well. My mind would be empty of all higher-level thinking soon, so to be extra certain they'd have a good time, I tied my pleasure into the same spell that was linking theirs – though mine was monodirectional. I did want to last longer than a few seconds, after all.
My cock stretched Aminah's jaw wide, and I wasted no time in pushing her down, hitting the back of her throat with a loud, wet 'GAKH!'. I held her there, letting the fluttering of her throat massage the tip of my dick, making a mouthful of spit escape past her lips. Shania was there to catch the mix of saliva and pre-cum, her face buried in my balls. I rubbed her nose and mouth in the mess, creating a frothy glaze that reflected the light.
Maria was right – I was definitely feeling some teeth from Aminah, and the blowjob was decidedly her first ever. But my Force Armor took any bite or pain out of the equation, and there was something to be said about how incredibly into this both girls were. Even before I'd linked them into my sensations, their eyes had nothing but enthusiastic consent in them. I pushed Aminah's head down, ignoring her gagging, and entered her throat, taking her almost halfway down my length before ripping her back up to catch her breath. She only got a single, pained but delighted gasp of oxygen before I entered her throat again. This time, I pushed her down slowly, very slowly. Her eyes went wide at the pace and the realization that it would continue until she was level with her best friend, nose buried in my sack.
Aminah's gagging and retching was loud enough that it caught the attention of the couple at the other end of the row, who decided to stop holding back. The black girl started slamming her hips down onto her boyfriend's lap, filling the room with the sounds of wet flesh on flesh. One of the aunties started hooting, and another howled with laughter, but I ignored them; it was too late for an audience to interrupt what was happening.
Finally, as I hilted myself in Aminah's throat, the lovely, sweet, masochistic brown girl came for the second time tonight, her eyes rolling up in the back of her head. The pleasure traveled through my telekinetic limb and straight into Shania, who cried out loudly, vibrating my balls with her shouts.
I rolled an Endurance to keep it together for just a bit longer. There were two throats to fill, and I didn't want to leave either girl out of the fun. Pulling Aminah off me by her hair caused her to cough up an absolute waterfall of gunk onto her shivering breasts and the entirety of her friend's face and shoulders. Shania was still coming down off her borrowed climax when I hit the back of her throat and discovered the girl had no gag reflex. She could barely open half of an eyelid through the mess but used what little she had to smile with her eyes at me.
I slammed her face down into my balls, splashing my thighs and her chest with the collected fluids. At the utmost limit of my patience, I started to fuck her face properly, without a care in the world beyond getting my nut.
I shot three massive ropes of cum straight down Shania's throat before I had the sense of mind to pull her up, filling her mouth with another three ropes. She swallowed what she could, but as it started to break the seal of her lips, I pulled her fully off me and started covering her face. Aminah was still coughing, nearly unconscious, but I made sure to bring her in close to get her fair share.
Man, I'd forgotten how long and intense my orgasms were with all of the cum Feats. It also turned out that the difference between 100x cum production and 121x was fairly significant. Thankfully, I had the presence of mind to cancel the sorceries on the girls and release them from their bindings twenty seconds into my climax so that we weren't all left powerless to the pleasure.
By the time I came back to Earth, there were two brown girls painted white, head to knees in my cum, and quite a few notifications from the system to go through. The buzzing in my head was also significantly diminished, and my thoughts were much clearer than they'd been since the fight in Mugisha's.
> [Hidden Quest Complete!]
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> Get a blowjob in public.
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> Reward: 20XP, Gain 2x Random Tokens (Artifact)
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> Bonus, Extremely messy: 15XP, Upgrade Social Lubricant
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> [Major Feat] Social Lubricant (Upgraded)
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> Other people who have consumed your semen gain a temporary +2 to Charisma and Empathy for as long as it remains in their system. Consuming your semen in enough volume and with enough frequency can lead to epiphanies, resulting in permanently increased Social Skills.
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> [Hidden Quest Complete!]
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> Take two oral virginities in the same scene.
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> Reward: 50XP, +2 Random Skill (Medicine)
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> Bonus, Throatfuck both: +1 Random Attribute (Endurance), +1 Random Attribute (Agility)
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> [Ally Quest Complete!]
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> Participate in an act of extreme exhibitionism with Shania.
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> Reward: 40XP, +1 Empathy, +1 Leadership
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> [Ally Quest Complete!]
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> Sexually dominate and humiliate Aminah into multiple orgasms.
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> Reward: 35XP, +1 Animal Handling
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> [Recurring Quest Complete!]
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> Have a notable sex scene.
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> Reward: 5XP, +1 Acrobatics
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As fun as it was watching Shania and Aminah scoop the cum off themselves and into their mouths, I needed to do something if I didn't want to get banned from this theater. I'd thrown my drink cup away, but the girls had bought themselves two sodas. Emptying one half-full container into another, I telekinetically gathered up the remaining semen on their bodies into the large plastic cup. The girls pouted at me as I stole away their treats but perked up when I handed them the near liter of still steaming hot cum, complete with a lid and straw to share.
"How attached are you two to finishing this movie?"
The question cut through the hedonistic haze that had descended upon them, making Shania freeze as she realized she was sitting on the tile floor, completely naked and sticky with cum at a public venue.
Aminah had a more pressing concern, though. "The date won't be—"
"The night is far from over. We'll have more time, actually, before I've got to give you back to Marianne."
"Cool," she said, beaming. "Shanny, I'm borrowing your blouse."