"Just so you know, this does not make me your Sugar Baby."
"Everyone seems to take such offense to the idea."
She giggled. "It's just that it's not the kind of thing that I'm into. But Mana is Mana, and yours tasted delicious, by the way. It was..." She shivered. "Exhilarating."
I blushed. "Thank you."
"Told you," Princess quipped.
"It's actually the reason why I'm here. Some slid down in the back of my throat until my body could begin the digestion process, bringing me, at least temporarily, in line with your Sugar Rushed state."
"Get a room!" Matterhorn yelled.
Bridgid turned to him and pushed the sword a little closer to him. "How dare you assault one of Elaine's favored?"
One of Elaine's favored? I thought.
"I didn't expect the sword," I said.
"Water and ladies and swords often go together; didn't you know that?"
"Now I do."
"But I will not be wielding it."
Oh, of course. We are going to have the third person who has been traveling with us wield it. That is a much more sensible idea. If only I could remember his name....
"It's you, idiot," Matterhorn said. "You want a duel, classic style? Fine. But if his Sugar Baby is here, then I'm bringing a Sugar Baby with me, too."
I raised an eyebrow. "I thought you said you didn't see anybody else moving."
"Not while I was walking in the hallway," he spat. "When I got to my room they were sitting here confused about why the TV wasn't working. I'm guessing it's because we're connected Mana wise."
He stepped forward until the sword that was still pointed at him poked into his chest. "But I fight in front of my Sugar Babies, not behind them."
I was really hoping that Bridgid was right about handing me the sword.
"Torque, come on out."
From out of nowhere, or out from beneath an invisible veil, stepped a tall, curvy woman wearing a black crop top and a short denim jacket that only went halfway down her torso. Her jacket was paired with a denim set of short shorts and a pair of basketball shoes. She was covered in tattoos of skulls and occult lore.
The crop top was cut low, giving a generous view of her large breasts. That they felt her so well was one of the benefits of being tall.
She was carrying a large metal wrench.
"This the guy who broke the clock upstairs, Matterhorn?"
Matterhorn chuckled. "Yeah, and the redheaded Sister, too."
Torque looked apprehensive at this.
"Don't worry," Bridgid said. "None of this will fall on you.
This is the Sugar Daddy's responsibility. Right, Matterhorn?"
Matterhorn grew a little red in the cheeks. "Because you care so much about that, don't you?"
Bridgid rolled her eyes briefly and ignored this comment, withdrawing the blade from Matterhorn's chest and handing it to me. It was silver, with a comfortable hilt and a handguard. I tested the sharpness of the blade with one finger and drew blood. There were etchings on the side of the blood, runes of a language I didn't know.
"Does this blade have a name?"
Swords like this often did have names.
"Gelato."
"Really?"
Bridgid nodded.
"Babe," Matterhorn said, inclining his head toward Torque.
"The pipe, please." He stuck out his hand.
She gave it to him. "Alright, baby, tune me up."
She smiled and walked over to him, pecking him on the cheek.
I glanced at Bridgid with a quizzical look. "Tune him up?" I whispered.
"It's part of dueling etiquette. Don't worry," she said, winking. "You'll get your turn." She slapped me on the ass. "We don't send our men off to war without a fond farewell."
Torque pulled Matterhorn's leather jacket back from his shoulders, revealing a white tank top kept unexpectedly clean. He pulled that off himself.
She circled around him, rubbing at certain spots of his body, as if massaging his muscles. She kissed him in certain places and drew with her finger in some other places.
"I see, we're dealing with a witch." She smirked.
"A witch?" I asked.
"Someone who can do through nurture what I can do through nature." She stood proudly. "That being said, the art itself is a powerful art, and she is likely enhancing several boons by relaxing his Mana grid. There are some things she will be able to do that I won't be able to do because we're not in a Sugar Daddy, Sugar Baby relationship. That is just because so much of magic is a function of the quality of the involved relationships. That being said, I think ours is the greater advantage in this case."
"I hope you're right."
She smiled. "I've got a few cards hidden up your sleeve."
Something is odd about what she just said, I thought.
Torque stopped circling Matterhorn while she was off to the side.
"All tuned up, chief."
His muscles bulged, and magical marks were still slowly fading over his body, sparking with magical electricity in some places.
"He's not going to know what hit him."
I chuckled nervously. "Okay, Bridgid, what superpower are you going to give me?"
"The gift of knowledge."
I could not help it. I groaned outwardly.
"Here."
She began to take off her dress the way she had before, and I raised my hand up to stop her.
"Isn't this how we got into trouble the last time?"
She smiled. "This time you're going to keep your pants on. And I'd bet you're too afraid to try anything."
I dropped my hands in happy surrender.
She continued taking off her dress and bra until she was again before me bare breasted, those perky tits and softly sculpted body covered in moving tattoos.
"Touch me," she said.
"Uh, where?" I asked.
"Anywhere you want."
I had already glazed this woman's face, and she had enjoyed it, so I wasn't too self-conscious anymore. It was a nice feeling to think that whatever I did to this woman, she would appreciate it. Within reason, of course.
I grabbed her breast. It was firm, and soft. She squirmed as I felt it in different ways, rubbing her nipple, pinching it.
Eventually I started licking her other nipple with my tongue, then sucking. She moaned, grabbing the back of my hair.
"Yes, Teddy."
I continued sucking, then changing which breast I sucked.
My hands started to migrate down to her stomach, feeling her belly and side and hips.
"Yes, we're almost there."
I slid my hand down between her skirt and her pussy and started rubbing. She grabbed my wrist with one of her hands but didn't stop me from rubbing. She looked at me seriously but was obviously wrestling with pleasure.
"We cannot go all the way, understand?"
I leaned forward and whispered in her ear.
"Does that apply just to me?"
She grabbed onto my shoulder with one hand.
"If you're quick, it wouldn't hurt."
I immediately inserted two fingers into her pussy, thrusting in and out. She whimpered and moaned at first until she settled into a low hum, interspersed with a whimper every now and then as I hit a spot she liked.
I could feel her body convulse with pleasure through her grip on my shoulder and the movements of her hip on my hand. Eventually she began whining an elongated "yeeeeaaahhh" and made quick repetitions of "yes baby" until she bucked wildly, gasped "Hell yes, Teddy," rolled her eyes in the back of her head, and collapsed on the ground. Her hips and thighs continued to pulse.
And did not immediately get back up.
Matterhorn looked at me with a smirk. Torque looked horrified, but I couldn't tell how mocked it was.
Oh no, I thought.
Matterhorn slowly began stepping toward me.
"Ready or not, here I come."