Alex wandered into the shop, scanning the trinkets on display. He already had his souvenir, second best among the loot. Another group had snagged a ring that amplified strength just enough to tip the scales in a fight, a game-changer for newbies like them. Even the guide tossed in a roll. In the end, the girl who cracked open the chest claimed the ring too.
Imagining how her curves might feel under his palms, like a lucky rabbit's foot he could hold her over his lap and rub her into a wet mess, Alex snapped back to reality. She was locking eyes with him, her gaze curious. He blinked rapidly for a moment, flashing an awkward smile before looking away, heat rising in his cheeks.
They boarded the bus and rolled back to school. A few classmates prodded about his class; he shrugged it off as a Rank-F Awakening. That shut them up quick. Mr. Mosbie dismissed everyone once they parked, freeing Alex for an early escape home.
Once home, he dumped his clothes in the hamper before snagging a towel for a steaming shower. Soap sluiced over his skin, washing away the day's grit. After drying off and pulling on some jeans and a loose shirt, he checked on his mother, curled asleep in her room. He slipped upstairs to his own space, sinking into plans for tomorrow.
In the morning, he could snag his license at the Association, register as a Hunter, and scout jobs. Afterward, maybe catch Beth for an early lunch. The blonde admin's image stirred him; he pulled out his phone. After mulling his opener, he snapped a few shots of his hardening cock, thick and veined, then typed: Heading to the Association tomorrow for my Identification and Hunter cards. You want to eat after, before the lunch rush?
He hit send, waiting for the read notification before sending the pics.
Her reply buzzed fast: "Wow, can't wait for supper, huh? Off tomorrow, free whenever. Just text when you're ready."
A photo followed: her fingers teasing her lips, blouse tugged low to bare full breasts, pink nipples pierced with silver bars that glinted invitingly.
Alex held back, firing up manga updates and a quick anime episode to let tension build. Early afternoon still, he eyed her image, printing it out. His hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking slow at first, building to frantic pumps until ropes of cum splattered across her printed tits. He snapped the glossy mess and sent it.
She fired back emojis, a ravenous mouth and strings of hearts. No words, just raw hunger.
Beth sent a video next, her sprawled on her desk, thighs parted to reveal a smooth, glistening pussy, fingers spreading slick folds that begged for touch. Did she film like this often? Should he remove his hair until smooth too? He shot a drooling emoji, pulse racing. Another tribute? He printed it fresh, already stroking again to the sight.
Tribute girl, through and through. He didn't mind. Soon, he'd claim her as his girlfriend, turning her in the bedroom into his sex slave, making her crave his command.
Alex couldn't shake the image of Beth's bare pussy from his mind. Even as he stroked himself for another tribute, the thought lingered, should he wax his own cock and balls? He shot less than last time, but it was enough. Snapping a photo, he sent it with a quick message: Going now.
His phone chimed but he ignored every notification; if Beth wanted more, she'd wait, he needed to ensure she knew their relationship revolved around the pace he set, not her. After a quick shower, Alex headed to the spa, his decision made: time to get waxed.
The place was close. He paid upfront, endured a brief consultation, then stripped naked in the treatment room. His technician arrived, a plump, friendly woman who radiates warmth, like a kindly aunt. Alex fought to stay professional, channeling pure thoughts to keep his cock soft. So far, so good.
She moved with polite efficiency, cleaning and prepping his groin. But as the first wax strip adhered, his resolve cracked. His cock stiffened into a throbbing erection. Each rip tore through him, pain sharp and unrelenting. No wonder her apologies came so softly.
Her eyes met his, conveying silent regret: just doing her job. Gritting his teeth, Alex endured until the end. She switched to tweezers for strays, then smoothed on soothing moisturizer. The cool cream glided over his raw skin, easing the burn. A low groan escaped him. "Oh, damn," he said, locking eyes with her, pleading silently.
She bit her lip, glancing at the door before wrapping her fingers around his shaft. "Ah," Alex moaned, holding her gaze while she stroked him firmly. "So big," she murmured. "Your girlfriend's a lucky woman."
"Aunty, I awakened today having saved myself hoping for greater results. Would you let me release in your mouth? I crave the feeling of your after-service care, be the first to suck my throbbing cock."
Her pace quickened. "Yes, young master. As you wish." She leaned in, lips enveloping his cock, sucking with practiced skill. Her tongue swirled along the length, teasing the head as she bobbed.
Alex teetered on the edge; her words alone nearly undid him. He reached for her breast, squeezing the soft mound through her uniform. "I'm gonna cum," he warned. She didn't pull away, swallowing every pulse as his seed flooded her mouth, her lips still working his sensitive tip.
Panting, Alex sank back. "Thank you." He was sure to tip big on his way out. "Come back in six to eight weeks if you want another wax," she said, after pulling her mouth off his cock, wiping her lips clean with her tongue.
"What's your name? I'll request you next time," he replied, dressing.
"Wendy," she smiled, a secret trace of his cum lingering on her tongue. "I don't usually... that fast."
"The wax stimulation," she added quickly.
Alex saw through the excuse but appreciated the discretion. He nodded farewell, then asked the receptionist for extra soothing lotion and massage oils for his irritated skin. Adding a hefty tip for Wendy to the bill, he paid and drove home.
At the house, he stowed his purchases and slipped into Luna's room. She slept soundly. Crawling under the covers, he curled against her, drifting off in her warmth.
Less than an hour later, alarms blared. Luna stirred, silencing them before pulling Alex close. If only every wake-up started like this, she thought, cradling him to her chest. She pressed her full breasts against him, savoring the intimacy, wishing she could freeze time forever.
A sharp sound echoed from the front door as Maria arrived home, shattering the quiet intimacy. Luna's heart sank. Maria was home early, and from the voices, she'd brought her friend.
"Luna, can you help me apply this?" Alex asked, handing her the soothing lotion.
"Where do you need relief?" she replied, twisting off the cap. Her breath caught as Alex tugged down his pants, revealing his freshly waxed groin, smooth and pink. Should I do the same? The thought flickered through her mind, unbidden.