Rennia stood awkwardly before a kneeling Ishmere in the middle of the kitchen of the tavern. She could barely maintain her stare at her "master." The old act was a very awkward thing to her, not to mention intimate and private.
The white-haired nymphomaniac smiled at her, teeth grinning, as her face nudged closer to her bulge, playful and indulging—face dipping forward, chin protruding. Her robe was half open and her barely stiff nipples were barely sticking out of her nightgown.
How did her teeth manage to maintain that white shine after all these years? Rennia was jealous of her just being naturally clean, but of course magic was the answer.
"Do we have to do this so early? I have an appointment at the city guild, you know. I need to get things in gear. And what about our little goblin problem? We can't have a horde of thieves running around, Ishmere. We should inform the guards about this, not 'frolic' about this early."
"Pretend to be upright all you want, Rennia. Your perversion is twice as large as your uptightness."
Rennia couldn't deny that. But there was an order of doing things, and right now there wasn't.
"It's important that I get this 'lesson' across earlier rather than later."
Rennia fidgeted and then crossed her arms. Her face was slowly turning redder by the moment. It was still embarrassing to just display her genitals to a de facto stranger. "What a sham. How could you call this a lesson when all you want is my cock in your mouth?"
"The lesson is fundamental and elementary. You know you have a lack of controlled urges. All you have to do is not cum while I move my head and my lips about."
"I'm going to be late for the guild, and it will be your fault."
Ishmere smiled. "At the very least I'll be giving you an excuse. Now get rid of your pants—"
Rennia hesitated, staring her down. So far all she had felt about Ishmere was irritation, confusion, and arousal, but she was slowly getting used to her presence and her actions and habits. She was a lazy creature unless she was motivated.
"What's the point, at the end of the day!"
"Resistance, nothing more, do you want the excruciating urge to hump, anyone you see, the moment you see them."
That would be bad, very bad. If ended with her running naked for dozen's to see. Which happened before.
"Well, no."
Reluctantly, Rennia peeled off her belt and let her adventurer's leggings fall to the floor. They were tight, and she hated exposing herself in the morning chill. Ishmere just wanted to eat dick.
At least it would feel good.
Her cock was visibly pressed against the thin fabric of her panties. Not fully hard—but the thought of Ishmere bopping her head back and forth was enough to make it start thickening. The curve of it was faint, held to the side by the tight lace.
Rennia shifted her hips and raised a knee, dragging the underwear down over her sensitive shaft. She pretended not to notice the twitching, half-asleep, half-eager member. It flopped out as she let it go.
"Huh... I don't remember it being five inches," Ishmere said teasingly.
Rennia was already beat red. "Well, it was much smaller a week ago! Does size matter to you? Isn't yours smaller too? Your astral spirit form had a bigger package. If anyone's disappointed, it's me."
"Oh geez, calm your fuzz," Ishmere said, laughing. "It'll change over time. Mine really was that big once. Just like power—our penises grow as our mana does." She brought her fingers up, tracing under the base of Rennia's shaft, closer to where her slick, warm pussy met her balls. Rennia shivered.
"Do we really have to do this right now?"
"Come on. You've been tense since yesterday. Let me help. And teach you at the same time."
Ishmere leaned closer, eyes gleaming. She didn't kiss the cock yet—just stared at it, lips curled in a wicked smile. Then she looked up at Rennia.
"Remember, the important tenet is not to cum. Don't cum. Your mana needs to stay stable. Ejaculating means your mana gets sexually released prematurely."
Rennia sighed in defeat and nodded. "This is impossible," she muttered. "Your wet lips working me over, you expect me not to blow?"
Ishmere started stroking her shaft slowly with one hand. Her other slid around to cradle Rennia's buttocks, rubbing softly.
"Control is important," she whispered. "Try to think of something non-sexual. Something that turns you off."
That just made it worse. Rennia tried—she thought of ugly boys back home. Even among her peers, few were beautiful. One she didn't want to think about.
"Ah—"
Ishmere's tongue flicked over the tip of her cock. Rennia jolted, hips twitching. Ishmere's lips wrapped around her head, closing gently and pacing slowly back and forth. Her lips tightened, her tongue swirling like a soft breeze.
Rennia tried to concentrate, eyes fluttering. She couldn't. The twitching inside her intensified. Her mana felt unstable, pulsing just like her cock.
"Mhhff… Keep it steady, keep it steady," Ishmere murmured between strokes. Her tongue was wet, playful. She sped up, bopping her faster, deeper—until the tip hit the back of her throat. Rennia gasped, doing everything she could not to unload into the pale-haired immortal.
She felt an electric surge envelop her, and the living system spoke to her once again.
[Sexual discipline (Passive) Level 3] > [Sexual discipline (Passive) Level 4]
[+1 endurance]
Rennia was on the verge of exploding. She couldn't hold it—especially not with Ishmere's throat swallowing her head. The heat, the throbbing...
She looked down, grabbed Ishmere by the cheeks with both her hands, and held tight as she lost it. Her cock throbbed hard against te back of Ishmere's throat. The last fragile wave of resistance had fallen.
Rennia came in her mouth. Hard.
Thick spurted cum, flooded down Ishmere's throat, Rennia's body jerked uncontrollably. Ishmere was shocked at first, but didn't pullaway. Not one inch. She leaned inwards. Then held.
Ungodly noises filled the room. Glucking and gulping, as Ishmere consumed every drop of her seed. Her tongue curled, as she continued cupping the head of Rennia's growing cock. Her lips clung tight, and she refused to let up.
Rennia gasped, half-moan, her hands trembling as she clung to Ishmere's face. Her legs buckled beneath her. She dropped to her knees, cock sliding free, a thin glisten of saliva and semen still bridging them.
She panted hard, chest heaving. Her cock twitched, still half-hard despite release. Her breath was back, but her self-control wasn't. She wasn't satisfied. Not even close.
Her thoughts were a mess of guilt and raw desire. Screamed at her to pin down Ishmere, and make her choke on her cock. To let out every piece of magic tied to her cock. An uncontrollable thought, she attempted to resist with all her will.
Her mana, on the other hand, felt strange—more in tune. But her sexual urges were what was keeping her from focus.
Ishmere folded her arms, curious. "Well, you held out for quite a while. Did you get anything?"
Rennia then stated it. "My sexual disipline skill leveled, and my endurance is supposed to have changed, but I don't feel too different. The other skill, is nowhere to be seen, and my class didn't level either."
"Hmm, I suppose you're being handicapped by the system, but system skills and attributes aren't something you should rely on too much, which is why I opt for magic. You don't need a special class to have lots of Mana. "
It was so weird hearing her talk about educational opportunities when she had just sucked her off. And the worst part of it—though Rennia was spent, she was not satisfied. Her inner futanari told her to grab Ishmere by the reins and throw her on the ground. She stared down at her cock; it had grown by at least an inch, and she hadn't even noticed.
Ishmere slinked closer, blocking Rennia's hands, her tongue circling her shaft again—slow, sensual. Rennia was flushed again, but this time from something else entirely.
Rennia pulled back. She needed to preemptively stop herself, before she lost herself in the moment. "Well, are you done yet? We've both got what we wanted, but I have places to be."
"Are you satisfied with such a measly activity? Besides, you owe me."
Rennia stood up, wiping away any unnecessary residue. Briefly redressing herself. "I'm leaving, Dontellin is waiting for me at the crossroads," she said, fumbling to get her pants up.
"Fine. But when you get back, I have something special to show you." She sounded disappointed, almost lonely. But sex wasn't meant for long-term connections. "Oh, and don't think the next lesson will be so easy, you will learn actual magic next time, I suggest you buy yourself a grimoire."
Rennia, flustered and scurrying to the door, stopped and turned, murmuring something but stopped before she could.
"I know that look." Ishmere stated. "What's wrong?"
"The goblin thing—"
Ishmere spoke before she could: "I'll take care of the goblin problem, and I won't be alone—the carpenter will be here. I already told you I had dealings with the goblins in the past. I'm sure they'll be reasonable."
"Ishmere, just don't do anything rash. I'll try and be quick."
Rennia yanked the door open, Ishmere leaned out of the door, watching her go.