She licked up all the rest of my Sugar while I was still sensitive at the tip.
"That was amazing," I said.
"We're just getting started," she said with a smile, licking her lips. Her hair, I just noticed, was not in a braid at all here. Whether that was a feature of being in her domain, I wasn't sure. It was loose and wild and long.
"Is this all we're meant to do here? Have sex?" I asked. "I mean, I'm not going to complain."
"Every boon," she began, "at least when it comes to Sugar, involves three activities. I receive an initial deposit of Sugar from you, I use the Sugar to write the boon on your body, and then we consummate the boon."
"So, you've received the Sugar from me."
"We don't have to go straight to business." She smiled. "I can start off with a small little boon."
She put a finger to her tongue as if she was thinking mischievously and then traced something around my nipple. Then she licked it as she leaned over and fondled my slightly aching ball sack.
"Oh, what was that?" I said, surprised by the pleasure.
I felt it before she needed to say anything. My cock, which had already reached its natural maximum long ago, and still maintained its length after finishing inside Bridgid's mouth, grew at least another five inches, making my cock fifteen inches long.
"Very nice," she said with obvious anticipation.
"Is that going to hurt going in?" I asked, feeling immediately stupid afterward.
"Don't worry about me," she said.
She straddled me around my legs, just below my waist so that my cock was right in front of her. Slowly grinding it on her pussy into a rhythmic moan, she took one hand and combed it through the sand until she pulled out a glass bottle filled with a light lavender liquid.
She poured some on her hands and rubbed them together. With some on her fingertips she rubbed her nipples.
"Yes, this is good, yes, yes, you're so big."
Tipping the rest of the jar over my cock, I could feel a pool of warmth and tingling ecstasy on my tip before she ran her hands down, spreading the lotion along my shaft in quick, lusty strokes. The lotion made the motion incredibly smooth, and I'm sure it had to have had some kind of desensitizing agent because the normal me would have exploded in her face again, second time stamina benefit notwithstanding.
She sat up higher on her knees, grabbing onto my cock and guiding it into her pussy.
The first time in my life I'm going to fully fuck a woman.
Changing her position a few times to fit me more inside her, she began her descent. She was incredibly tight. I could feel the walls of her pussy pulsate and grip my cock as she made her way down. The more she went down the higher her voice and the louder her "Ooohhhh" until she made it all the way down, yelled "Yes, baby!" and began bouncing like a rabbit on my dick.
I quickly got into the rhythm, bouncing my hips against hers faster and faster. It felt amazing watching the effect I had on her with my cock. I wanted nothing else than to make her feel things with me that she had never felt in her life before.
I looked down at the boon written on my nipple. A simple tree tattoo, probably temporary, glowing and swaying in the breeze. A simple lick of my nipple and grab of my balls was enough to charge this boon.
But I knew I needed more.
"Babe," I said. "You need to write it."
"After. Don't stop."
"Can you write it now?"
"Damn it, Teddy."
She bounced harder on my dick a few times before settling deep down up to the base, grinding it against the inner walls of her pussy.
She trembled as she made a marking on my abs, stopping every now and then to ride and grind my cock.
It was a tattoo of a series of three hearts, from small to large, going left to right.
Magic did make a certain kind of sense sometimes.
"Fuck me," she said.
"Yes."
She rode me harder.
"Fuck me!" she yelled, riding me harder again.
I began bouncing my hips against hers, stirring us back into a rhythm, her tits jumping up and down, like they were begging me to grab them. It was time.
I steadily increased my rhythm until she stopped moaning, stopping whining at all, and made a final jump of her hips before she just held her position so that I could feel the inside walls of her pussy grip and release in an erratic pattern. Like before when I finger fucked her, her head was tilted, and her eyes were rolled back in her head.
I came inside her, cum flooding deep, but in large enough amounts that it still spilled out of her when my cock had finished its rhythmic depositing.
This time, she did not lose consciousness. A benefit of being in her domain?
She lifted herself up from my cock, murmuring continuously to herself, "Yes," "Yes," "Oh yeah," "That was good," "Oh Teddy," "Oh Teddy."
I felt amazing. I wasn't even out of breath. One of the benefits of this new, fit, and apparently virile body.
"Was that enough for the boon?"
I was secretly hoping it wasn't. The crackling and glowing that started in response to my question, though, left me no doubt. If I got a papercut, I bet it'd only hurt for, like, less than a second.
"Yes," Bridgid said. "That was enough. It was... an honor."
"I'm glad you were my first, Bridgid," I said. And that was true. I didn't need my first to be absolutely perfect, or for it to be with an absolutely perfect person Besides, so much of what makes a good experience is timing and the situations that we find ourselves in with other people. I found myself in a good situation with Bridgid where we both were hot for each other.
And that's not meant to insult Bridgid. I doubt anybody perfect truly exists.
Except maybe Elaine.
Did I really think that? Maybe it was just absence making the heart grow fonder. I found myself thinking of her more and more. I hadn't spent a lot of time with her before we separated to prepare for my first meeting, but I was looking forward to seeing her again and disappointed I was stuck with Matterhorn for company.
I sighed. Now was not the time to complain. Elaine would tell me that before anyone else.
"You said that the domains of my Sugar Babies will be better depending on how much Sugar I give them, right?"
"Yes."
"Can I give you some Sugar for your domain?"
"I am not your Sugar Baby, Teddy," she said almost sadly, as if she was afraid of breaking my heart.
"But I can't give you some just because I want to? Because it's a special occasion?"
"Of course you can," she said. "Just don't ever think that this is payment for some kind of service, Teddy. I am not a prostitute. I just am what I am."
"How do I give you some?"
"Besides the sexual way," she said, "there is a more efficient, reliable way. But we will talk about that after we get back. I want you to have all the Sugar you need for the continued journey down."
"How do we go back?" I asked.
"Sadly," she said with a smile, but yes, with a sad smile.
"I know," I said. "Me too."
"Close your eyes."
I closed them.
* * *
I steeled myself, feeling the crackle of the magical tattoo on my chest like static. It had already completely healed thanks to Bridgid's healing buff.
"Are you ready?" Matterhorn asked.
"No," I answered honestly. "But do it anyway."
"We put a lot in your boon," Bridgid said, squeezing my arm. "If anyone walks away from this, it's you."
"Comforting," I muttered.
She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.
"Alright," she said. " On three. One, two—"
"Here goes!"
"Hey!"
"WAIT!" a voice screamed between me and Matterhorn. He flinched, his balance breaking just enough that the punch never came.
It was Princess. "There is a non-zero probability that this is unnecessary."
"What?" I asked.
"I have been surveying Dr. Ryebald's office on the second floor," Princess continued. "I am detecting residual Sugar patterns consistent with an artifact commissioned by the former Sugar Patriarch shortly before his death. I cannot identify its function, but its presence suggests intentional design. It is, however, a complete shot in the dark."
Well, that solves that mystery.
"It could help, though?"
"It could," she said. "It is statistically preferable to try most other options before resorting to blunt-force trauma."
"I like those odds," I said immediately.
Matterhorn opened his mouth. "Now hold on, we don't—"
Smack.
Torque's hand clamped over his mouth. "We agree," she said pleasantly. Matterhorn glared at her.