AN: Sorry, it's been a while since I posted. I've been out sick all this week, but I'm back now, and the regular release schedule is back! Thank you as always for the support and positivity.
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Several hours, a box of condoms, a shower, and a fresh pair of sheets later, I was lying in bed naked, with a similarly disrobed Megan using me as a body pillow with her head resting on my chest, an arm across my torso, and a leg draped across my waist. She had passed out the moment I pulled the sheets over both of us, though, considering I had barely given her a moment to rest all night, Megan deserved it.
'And I guess I deserve a little treat myself,' I thought as I pulled up the slew of notifications that had appeared with my newest accomplishment and the end-of-the-day report.
[You have claimed Megan Griffin as your First Thrall and have earned the following reward(s)]
Reward(s):
1. +1 Perk Point
2. +1 Hex Point
3. +1 Development Point
[You have triggered a Quest!]
[DateQuest: This House is Not aHome...Yet]
Objective(s): Turn your apartment into a liveable environment within the allotted time [ 1 Week ]
1. Spend at least 3000 dollars on new furniture [0/3000]
2. Spend at least 1000 dollars on floor decor [0/500]
3. Spend at least 500 dollars on wall decor [0/500]
Reward(s):
1. +5 skill points
2. +1 Development Point
3. +$5000 Appliance Coupon
[Day 4 Report]
Simlife
Profits: +$12,989
Cost: -$11,023
Gross: $1,966
Modifiers: Fortune I [+5%]
Income: +$1,994
Total: +$6038
DateLife
Energy Spent: 1
Energy Gained: 2
Tantric Reserves: 5/5
Lust: -25
Total: 0/100
'New points to spend, a quest that will give me a huge leg up on my next major investment for the restaurant, and even more points. Not bad for an honest day's work...well, not completely honest.'
I glanced over at Megan's sleeping form and remembered the vindictive smile that had spread across her lips after sending her mother the explicit image I had taken of her. I didn't know what the exact endgame was, but if Lois looked anything like her daughter, I wouldn't mind gaining a third thrall.
'As for my second,' I thought with a grin as I pulled out my phone and stared at Summer's number in my contact list, 'I'll wait until I see her in person, after all, I did run through an entire box, I'm gonna need to resupply...Though maybe I should wait until the weekend, I don't want to be in a rush the second time around.'
Turning my attention to the last matter of the night that needed attending to. I barely even had to think as I sank my free perk point into Fortune, bringing it to tier II.
[Perk: Fortune II]
Upgrade Cost: 0/2
Effect(s):
+10% to daily profits
'I'll save the Hex Point for later, who knows, I might get jumped in a dark alley again.'
With a content sigh, I closed my eyes, dismissing all the screens while pulling Megan closer to me, who smiled in her sleep as I quickly drifted off and joined her.
--[Summer Smith]--
"Goddamnit!!" I hissed under my breath as I pulled my dripping fingers out of my stubborn cunt that refused to grant me any relief, even after I had spent the last hour pleasuring myself.
I was completely naked, lying on the cover of my bed, covered in sweat, propped up with pillows, and my legs spread open in a desperate attempt to find some secret switch that would finally get me to completion.
But no matter what I did, I was always left right on the edge each time, chipping away my sanity until all I wanted to do was storm off into the night, find the man responsible for my desperation, and tear him to pieces with my bare teeth.
But I wouldn't, besides going to jail for the rest of my life, I couldn't bring myself to destroy the man who had given me the best orgasm of my life.
"I still can't believe that I came to get my ass spanked," I muttered as I rolled over, giving up on going to bed satisfied.
Looking over my shoulder, I stared down at my still flushed peach, "He really wasn't lying when I said I wouldn't be able to sit down."
Walking home had been an experience, with every step causing the fabric of my pants to brush against my sensitive skin, keeping the memories made in that closet fresh in my mind.
Part of me hated the fact that I had let myself be so easily controlled, and another part wondered when he would need condoms again.
"I can't believe I gave that fucker my number," I groaned before getting up, "Hopefully a shower will help cool me off...and maybe help my ass from bruising."
--[Megan Griffin]--
My eyes fluttered open, and a groan rumbled from my throat as I stretched, sending my awareness down my body. I was rewarded with a satisfying but slightly uncomfortable ache from below my waist. It was like the subtle burn the day after an intense workout; it was uncomfortable, but it reminded me of what I had done to get this way.
A silly smile spread across my lips as a slew of memories played across my mind, though when I looked for the man responsible, I couldn't help but frown when I found the bed empty.
But then I heard the sizzle of grease on a hot pan, and I looked over to find Ramon standing in front of his stove cooking something.
He was back in his human form, shirtless and wearing only a pair of boxers. For a moment, I just stared at his broad, muscular back and grinned as I remembered tracing the lines of his taut muscles with my hands.
Sliding out of bed, I walked across the room naked, despite the slightly chilly air. With silent steps, I crept up behind Ramon before sliding my hand down and across his waist until my hands rested on the front of his underwear, cupping the sleeping monster inside, "Morning, handsome, what's on the menu this morning?"
"French toast, bacon, eggs, a fruit platter, and freshly squeezed OJ," Ramon replied, turning around though he glanced over his shoulder to smile at me, "It'll all be ready in a minute, that is if I'm able to finish without any distractions."
"Oh, is that all I am to you...a distraction?" I muttered in mock insult, even as my caresses intensified, stroking his dick through the front of his boxers.
Ramon grunted, "You damn minx, you're really that eager for more...even after everything I gave you last night?"
"You think you can walk around this place shirtless when you're shaped like a Dorito and not expect someone to pounce on that ass?" I rebutted, "Besides, I want something other than juice to drink with my food."
For a split second, my hands moved away from Ramon's boxers as I reached up into an open cabinet beside him and pulled out a glass. Sinking down to my knees, I placed the cup on the ground before reaching up and pulling down Ramon's underwear.
"Megan, what are you doing?" Ramon asked through clenched teeth as his cock and balls flopped down, dangling between his legs.
"Getting some fresh cream for breakfast," I replied, almost in a dreamlike state as I licked my lips, already imagining what it would feel like to lift the heavy, overflowing glass up to my lips.
"I'm not a damn cow, you know," Ramon responded, his voice dry, but he didn't move to stop me.
I grinned as I reached out and fondled Ramon's balls, feeling their weight in my hand before leaning forward and pressing my lips against the soft, loose skin, "Maybe, but I'm still going to milk you."
Wasting no more time with words, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, cradling one of Ramon's nuts before sucking with a gentle pressure. Meanwhile, my hands wrapped around Ramon's shaft and started to jerk him off.
While he was silent for the most part, Ramon spread apart his legs, giving me easier access.
It was long before Ramon's cock had turned into an iron rod in my hands, which had been covered in my spit as I switched between his two massive testicles, covering them with wet, sloppy kisses.
Then I felt it, the telltale deep grunt from his chest and the steady rhythmic pulsing of his cock in my hand. Sitting back, I kept one hand on Ramon's cock while the other reached down and picked up the glass I had set down earlier.
With a few more strokes of my hand, Ramon came hard, the first spurt splashing into the glass and spraying the sides. My heart was pounding with excitement at the lustful scene as I kept working my hand up and down Ramon's shaft, quite literally milking him as he filled up my glass with white liquid gold.
Like I had hoped, the glass was close to overflowing when his cock finally stilled. I quickly polished off Ramon's shaft and balls, making sure it was spotless before I stood up, the piping hot glass in my hand, "Thanks for the drink, seems like you still need a minute to finish up, but don't worry, this should hold me over."
Ramon looked over with a lidded gaze, which I held as I lifted the glass to my lips and took a sip of the steaming liquid, "Delicious."