4.40 – Lured Out

4.40 – Lured Out

The end result was the slightest bit comical.

Zoey knew she came a lot; she’d become intimately acquainted with the fact in a whole slew of ways. But seeing her payload bulging at the tip of a condom contextualized just how much.

“Seriously,” Delta said admiringly, hefting the collection up and down with two hands. It was still attached to Zoey’s cock, so, despite the absurdity, it was also somewhat arousing seeing another girl worship it. “How do you do this? Has to be magic.”

“I’m glad you had fun,” Mel laughed, poking the balloon of liquid. “Yeah. This’ll definitely be enough.”

“Enough for what?”

“My devious plan, obviously,” Mel said. “This was to save my life, remember?” She pecked Zoey on the cheek. “Which I’m super grateful for. And like I said, I’ll let you do that gross thing in reward. Just have to handle this, first.”

“Gross thing?” Delta asked, her playing with the condom freezing, the statement intriguing her.

“I said,” Zoey protested, “that I’ve never asked for anything of the sort.”

“So you’re turning me down, then?” Mel asked.

A part of Zoey insisted that she did, if simply because it was so weird. But she hesitated.

“Gross thing?” Delta insisted. “What gross thing?”

“She wants to fuck me in the head,” Mel said. “To stir my brains around with her cock.”

Delta blinked several times, then turned to Zoey with raised eyebrows. “She does, does she?”

“I never asked for that,” Zoey said firmly. “Seriously. She just assumed it.”

“Well,” Mel said. “I know you thought it. You just didn’t actually ask.”

“Huh,” Delta said. “Yeah, that makes sense. No way she would. Zoey doesn’t have nearly that good of taste.”

Zoey paused.

“Kidding,” Delta laughed. “Yeah, that’s pretty weird, even by my standards. That said, you better take her up on it. If you don’t, I’ll be disappointed.”

“Seriously?”

“It’s not like it’s a fantasy you can live out with anyone else. So yeah. I’ll be mad if you don’t.”

Zoey rolled her eyes.

Though with Delta’s approval, she suddenly felt a lot less hesitant with the idea. It was weird ... but maybe she wouldn’t insist on refusing, if Mel offered again.

“And let’s get this thing off you,” Mel said, rolling the condom up. “Like I said, time to enact my brilliant plan.”

***

Mel’s plan wasn’t actually that brilliant. But hey, she had limited resources, and seriously limited information. Around a day’s worth of study of some kind of ... bizarre, alien magic-eater wasn’t nearly enough to form a real plan of attack.

The only thing Mel had really deduced was that Mystery Woman liked the lewder stuff that Zoey’s presence had brought to her shard. She’d made that pretty clear in hour one. Mel was still upset that she’d caught the woman—in a human body, strangely—masturbating at full frenzy, then had cut off when Mel had found her, and vanished.

She increased the flow. It poured out in a slow stream.

They bubbled and turned.

Finally, she tilted it all the way, and a torrent of white cream poured out, pattering into the ground.

A woman materialized from thin air in front of Mel. She lunged forward, then clasped two hands into where Mel held the condom’s tip. The flow cut off, the divine liquid saved by her interloper’s intervention.

“What are you doing?” the creature hissed—a mixture of aghast and infuriated. “Do you have any idea what that is?”

Ruby-red eyes glared at her, and Mel found herself briefly at a loss for words. She’d caught a quick glance of the woman, but up-close, she was even more beautiful.

Mel leaned forward and kissed her.

Red eyes widened in surprise, and then—thank the heavens—she relaxed, leaning back and letting Mel assault her.

Mel knew how to handle this. After swirling her tongue around and mixing the lingering amounts of Zoey’s cum between their mouths, she pulled back and poured a second fresh load. She rejoined the kiss, pushing Zoey’s cum in, swirling it around and sharing it. The thick, musky material traded mouths, before the woman drank greedily, swallowing the saliva-cum mixture they’d created.

Mel poured another load. It was a good thing Zoey had provided so much—after pouring it out, then sharing, she was running low.

Her opponent was so overwhelmed by her attack it was almost amusing. Not just Mel’s skilled tongue and mouth, her tits pressed into the other woman’s, and her knee providing a firm place to rub against lower down, but the more magical sort of assault that Zoey’s cum provided. She drowned in raw, potent essence, and she started to sway in place, standing only with the support of Mel’s free hand on her waist, tucking her in.

“Wow,” Mel said. “You like it even more than me.”

“So ... much energy ...”

Mel tipped the condom over, pouring it straight into the woman’s mouth. She drank happily, closing her eyes as she basked in the taste—both the literal, at a guess, and the magical. By her squirming lower half, she was hardly immune to lust.

“An infinite supply of it, too,” Mel murmured—which had two brilliant red eyes clearing, then locking to her, hungry. “Bet my shard looks kind of boring in comparison, huh?” She leaned closer and bit the woman’s lower lip, tugging on it. “If you stay here and keep feeding on me, then there’s no more where that came from. But her?” Mel gestured in Zoey’s direction, who watched them with wide eyes. “There’s as much as you want, if you ask for it from the source.”

The woman stared at Zoey’s group.

Unfortunately, contrary to what Mel had expected, she paled, expression morphing to raw panic.

“They see me,” she whispered. “I can’t—Mother’s directive—“

She vanished.

Mel fumbled at the sudden lack of a warm body to lean against. Stabilizing herself, she crossed her arms and pouted at the empty air where her invader had been.

What the words meant—‘Mother’s directive’—she hadn’t a clue, but Mel was almost certain she’d accomplished her objective, even if not in as direct of a method as she’d hoped. When Zoey left the shard, a certain cum-fascinated vampire would almost certainly be accompanying her in the shadows. Why stay here, after all, when there was so much more potent material to be feeding on?

It was all Mel had. The creature could avoid them—and probably overpower them, even—if it wished. Her only option was baiting her with Zoey, so that she left Mel alone.

And Zoey would be fine. If the creature really did want frequent feedings, then Zoey’s blessing—a mantle of heavenly energy—would be more than enough to keep her satisfied. Whatever that creature was, she could drink forever of a goddess’s essence and never make a dent in the reservoir. Zoey was in no harm, and neither would Mel be, assuming she left.

It was as neat of a solution as she could invent.

Mel turned and beamed at Zoey and her group, feeling immensely relieved—and excited for what was to come.

“Okay! Pretty sure that’s handled. Now, it’s time to say thank you.”