Clara's Misadventures in VR Pt. 05

|| -- Chapter 29 -- ||

"Phew," Clara said. "We finally made it back to the guild, huh?"

"Yeah, we kept getting distracted along the way back." Abi smiled back at her, shaking her head. "But we can finally turn in our quest now."

Countless adventurers milled around the guild hall. Many carried bags of materials, magic crystals, or other products of their quests. Each party with materials headed towards the front desk, where the guild receptionists paid them for their collections.

"C'mon, let's get in line," Abi said, and she led the way over to the far left counter, where Selene stood.

"Oh, wait..." Clara had a bad feeling about joining Selene's line. She was a succubus, after all. When she had woken up from the game, she'd seen Selene with wings, horns, and the tail of a demon.

(Perhaps I should have told Abi about Selene earlier...) Clara thought to herself. In the rush between punishment and returning to the guild, she had forgotten to inform Abigail about what she saw.

(Tell me what about Selen?) Abi thought back to her, but Clara shook her head. They were already in line to meet Selene, and it was too late to inform Abi she was a demon.

(Forget about it; I'll tell you afterwards.) Clara cleared her throat awkwardly, trying her best not to look nervous, but a slight blush filled her cheeks as she glanced towards Selene. After all, not only had she discovered she was a demon, but the guild receptionist had fingered her when she was in the pod. Between that, and getting railed by Selene's strap-on during the previous night, there was no way Clara could avoid blushing.

"What can I do for you two?" Selene asked them as they reached the front of the line. She flashed a businesslike smile, as if she hadn't just met Clara an hour earlier outside the game. "Here to turn in a quest?"

"Yep." Abi nodded, and she glanced at Clara. "Do you want to take out the slime cores we harvested?"

"Huh? What?" Clara realized she'd been staring at Selene, and she nodded hurriedly. "Oh, right. Yes. Let me get those out."

Clara reached into her item-box spell and pulled out the slime cores. She removed them in a hurry, fumbling with the small orbs as Selene's gaze turned towards her. Despite how professional Selene seemed, Clara couldn't shake the feeling Selene was purposefully staring at her, making her even more nervous and blushing.

(If I confront her here, I wonder what would happen...) Clara thought to herself. Her clit throbbed, and sex clenched as she fidgeted beneath the other woman's gaze. Despite her nervousness, just standing in front of Selene made her heart pound in her chest. Now that she knew she was a succubus, it felt impossible to miss the aura of sexuality lingering around Selene. Even without makeup, the smoldering gaze of the other woman made a flicker of warmth spread between Clara's legs.

"Here, allow me..." Selene caught Clara's hand, stopping her from dumping another load of slime cores on the counter. "If you don't organize them carefully, they'll roll off the edge."

Selene began lining up the slime cores in orderly rows, making sure they didn't fall to the ground. In her hurry, Clara had completely forgotten to be careful with them, and she blushed even harder as Selene corrected her. Despite handling the small marble-like orbs, her gaze remained fixed on Clara, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"We have 29 cores not applicable to the quest," Abi said, interrupting the tension between them. "We have another 11 wild cores that we culled as part of our elimination quest. Hopefully, that's not too much for you to handle."

"Not at all," Selene said, and she returned Abi's smile. "That much is normal for an average party. Your total compensation will be 1 large silver, 3 small silvers, and 9 large coppers. Thank you for your hard work."

After Clara finished transferring the crystals, Selene took the broken slime cores into a box, and she replaced them with an array of coins. After Abi's interruption, it felt like the tension disappeared between them, and Clara let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you for your speed, Selene." Abigail took the coins from the counter and stored them in her coin pouch. "See you later."

She turned to leave, and Clara turned with her, in a hurry to escape Selene's counter. However, she felt the eyes of the dark-haired receptionist staring into her back. Even as Clara attempted to walk away, Selene's voice called out after her.

"Where do you think you're going, Clara?" Selene asked.

Clara froze at the words. A chill ran down her spine, and her thoughts ground to a halt. There was something about Selene's words that made a pit form in the bottom of her stomach. After trying her best to act normal, it felt like she'd completely failed to pass underneath the radar.

"Is there something you need?" Clara stared straight ahead, unable to look back at Selene.

"I think we need to have a talk," Selene said, whispering the words in her ear.

In an instant, the receptionist stood behind her, and she wrapped her arms around Clara's waist, embracing her. The soft chest of her uniform-clad breasts pressed against Clara's back, and her hands explored her body, tracing over her belly and groping her breasts.

"Wh-What are you doing!?" Clara's voice rose several octaves, and her back arched. "Other people will see."

She let out a shudder, still staring straight ahead, but she couldn't escape Selene's expert touch. Her dexterous fingers stroked the spot below her belly button, activating her hypnotic trigger and edging dangerously close to her mons.

A wave of warmth washed through her belly and enveloped her pussy, causing a smoldering mess to form between her legs. Even the simple touch against her lower abdomen made Clara's eyes roll up in her head, and a damp stain formed in her panties.

Up above, Selene's other hand squeezed her breast, and two fingers pinched down around her erect nipple, sending a tingle of pain and pleasure racing through Clara's heaving chest. Even as her heart pounded in anxiousness, her arousal and pleasure spiked, causing her to take a shuddering breath.

"Don't worry about everyone else," Selene said, and she whispered the words into Clara's ear, breathing down the back of her neck. "Nobody can do anything, see?"

"Huh?" Clara glanced around herself and blinked in surprise. The entire guild hall was frozen in place, as if time had stopped. All the countless adventurers were paused mid-step, staring unblinkingly ahead. Not one of them noticed how she was being groped and teased.

"We have plenty of time to chat amongst ourselves," Selene said, and her fingers edged further down, rubbing the crotch of her dress and pushing between Clara's legs. "I want to ensure we are on the same page about our expectations."

"Expectations? Ah..." Clara moaned as her fingers reached her pussy, pushing down over her clit and rubbing the soft fabric in circles over the apex of her mons. "What are you talking about?"

Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. Even if none of the other people could see her, it felt like their eyes were staring at her. Getting teased in the middle of the crowd made Clara's heart pound even harder, and she struggled to think through her arousal-addled brain. Between the hypnotic trigger fueling her lust and Selene's demonic touch at her crotch, Clara could barely follow what Selene was saying.

"If you reach orgasm here, what do you think will happen to you?" Selene asked. "If I bring you to orgasm and release my spell, all these people will see you climax."

"Please..." Clara moaned the words, hips bucking against Selene's fingers. "Don't make me come here... I can't get punished for a third time today."

"A third time?" Selene smiled, and Clara felt the twisted lips tickle the side of her neck, brushing over her skin as Selene spoke. "So you've already masturbated in public twice before?"

"Yes..." (Wait, no...) Clara agreed before she could even think about what she was saying. The feeling of Selene speaking so close to her neck felt good, and her eyes rolled up in her head. Down below, the insistent massage between her legs sent tingles of pleasure out from her clit and left her mind spinning.

"What a naughty girl..." Selene gave a firm press on the spot over Clara's clit, grinding the fabric of her dress and panties over the spot. "Then, if you orgasm here, you'll get an even harsher punishment."

"Please don't make me come..." Clara moaned the words. Even as her lower half melted beneath Selene's fingers, she didn't want to receive another punishment. After seeing what happened to Abi, she couldn't imagine what worse punishment they would levy against her.

"Then let me be clear..." Selene gave a sharp pinch on her nipple, causing Clara to let out a squeak. "If you tell anyone about me, I'll bring you to orgasm not just once, but hundreds of times. You won't be able to show your face in public without me there to punish you. If you speak about what you saw, I'll ensure this entire village thinks of you as an exhibitionist. You'll get punished every day for public indecency."

Clara glanced between the frozen people around her. Whatever magic Selene was using, it was clear she was powerful. As a demon, she might carry through with her threats, eternally humiliating her. The thought of it sent a shiver down her spine.

(I already told Freyja about what happened... If Selene finds out, does that mean...?) Clara's eyes widened, and she shuddered. Even as she teetered at the edge of orgasm, the thought of Selene's wrath sent a flutter through her belly.

|| -- Chapter 30 -- ||

Clara could hardly think with the lust vibrating in her mind. The slow undulation of Selene's fingers at her crotch sent waves of pleasure rippling through her lower half. She let out a shuddering breath, and her hips twitched with each shift of Selene's dexterous touch.

"You won't tell anyone about me, right?" Selene asked, and she gave an extra firm press over the apex of Clara's mons, grinding down on her clit.

"I..." Clara let out a shuddering breath, unsure of how to answer. She wanted to agree, but she had already told someone. Unable to think of what to say, she hesitated.

"Answer me." Selene gave another firm press on the top of Clara's slit, grinding against her clit and forcing Clara's hips back against her own.

"Mnghh..." Clara squirmed in Selene's touch, and a moan escaped her lips. "Yes. I won't tell anyone... Mnghhh..."

Her heart pounded in her ears as she spoke. She felt so close to orgasm; she didn't even know what she was saying anymore. It was clearly a lie, but she couldn't say no when Selene's fingers felt so good between her legs. The feeling of Selene's body pressing in from behind her, the strength in her hands as they squeezed her most sensitive parts, and the tingle of erotic energy racing out from Selene's seductive touch--it left Clara with no choice but to agree.

"Good," Selene whispered. "In order to make sure you comply, I think I'll give you a gift."

She stepped back, and Clara spun around to face her. Just like in the real world, Selene had a tail peeking out from beneath her uniform's skirt, and red horns emerged from her raven-dark hair. The sight made Clara's heart pound, and she swallowed.

They were in the middle of a crowd, but not a single other adventurer could help her. They were all frozen in place. Even Abigail stopped mid-step, as if time had stopped for everyone else. Despite being in the middle of the guildhall, she was completely helpless before the demon in front of her.

"I won't tell anyone. I promise," Clara said.

"I know you won't. In fact, I'm going to make sure you don't." Selene snapped her fingers, and a leather belt appeared in the air.

It looked like a chastity belt, with a plate to cover one's crotch and a band that would go between one's legs. However, instead of protecting one's chastity, the belt's purpose was the opposite. A large purple dildo emerged out of the plate, and a string of anal beads was installed in the back of the belt.

"You don't mean I'm going to wear that, right?" Clara asked nervously, but the sight of the glistening dildo only turned her on more. The sight of the anal beads especially made her rub her thighs together reflexively. After being edged by Selene's dexterous touch, she couldn't help but get turned on despite her nervousness.

"You will wear it, and if you tell anyone about me, this belt will ensure you never complete your sentence without reaching orgasm." Selene smiled, and she snapped her fingers a second time, causing the unchastity belt to float towards Clara. "This will make sure you don't forget your promise so easily."

"W-Wait.... Ah!" Clara moaned as the belt jumped forward, snapping around her hips. At some point, her panties had disappeared, and the lubricated dildo sank easily inside her pussy. Further back, the soft anal beads slid into her ass one after another, causing Clara's eyes to roll up in her head. "Mnghhh..."

She let out a moan, and a shaky breath escaped her lips. As the belt sealed around her hips and the two toys hilted inside her, Clara's back arched.

Without thinking, she pawed at the outside of the belt, but it was useless. The leather band around her hips squeezed tight and dug into her skin. The more she tried to pull it off, the tighter its grip grew around her waist. The thick presence of the dildos filling her two holes was inescapable.

"It's useless. That belt isn't going anywhere," Selene said, and she smiled at her. "And if you try to snitch on me, that belt will ensure you don't go unpunished."

To emphasize her words, the dildos inside her vibrated, and Clara let out a squeak of surprise. The buzzing toys sent tingles of pleasure out into her hips, and her eyes rolled up in her head. Before she could even protest, she was tipping over the edge.

After Selene had teased her, she was already more than warmed up. The ease with which the dildos slid inside her was proof enough, and the tingles of pleasure from the buzzing silicone caused Clara's back to arch. She struggled for breath, barely able to hold back her mewling cries, and then she felt it.

"I'm coming...!" An orgasm washed through her, and she clenched down around the vibrating toy, crying out. Behind her, the anal beads vibrated even faster, stimulating her ass and teasing against the dildo from the other side. However, that wasn't even the most intense part of the unchastity belt.

On the inside of the belt, the part covering her sex seemed to come alive. Dozens of tiny tentacles caressed her labia and encircled her throbbing clit, amplifying the orgasm. The slimy tongues caressed her pussy from the outside and drove her into a trembling mess.

Her knees gave out as the pleasure overwhelmed her mind. Over and over, the waves of pleasure washed through her hips, and she could do little more than bask in the sudden ecstasy. Every shift of the slimy tentacles through her labia and every lick at her clit sent her mewling cries to grow louder.

If it weren't for time-stop, she would have been arrested for public indecency, and she'd deserve it. A large puddle formed beneath Clara's butt, and her nipples stood on end beneath her dress, tenting through the soft silk. If anyone saw her, it would be obvious she was in the midst of an orgasm, especially with her thighs twitching and clenching together.

Even as the waves of pleasure began to fade, the aftershocks raced through her lower half. Clara's eyes fell into a half-lidded lull, and she struggled to form a coherent thought. The massive orgasm from the toys and tentacles left her struggling for breath.

"Well, best of luck." Selene snapped her fingers again. "I'll be unfreezing everyone now. Try not to cause too big of a scene--unless you're into punishment, of course."

"Huh?" Clara blinked in surprise, and she shook her head. "Wait--"

The surrounding world came alive. The countless adventures continued on their path, and the roar of the guild hall filled Clara's ears. Before she could protest, time unfroze, and her cheeks burned with embarrassment.

"Clara?" Abi asked, and she turned toward Clara with a raised eyebrow. "What are you doing on the floor?"

"I'm sorry!" Clara scrambled to her feet, and she glanced around herself hurriedly. Thankfully, no one had noticed the mess she had made on the floor, but it would only be a matter of time. "We need to go."

"Go where...? Ah!?" Abi let out a surprised yelp as Clara caught her hand. Before she could protest, Clara grabbed her hand and dragged her towards the exit of the guildhall. (I can't let us get punished a third time today!)

|| -- Chapter 31 -- ||

Clara and Abi hid behind the guild, tucking into a side alley around the back of the building. In their hurry, they drew a few curious eyes, but they escaped into the shadows without anyone stopping them.

"What's going on, Clara?" Abi asked. A slight blush filled her cheeks, and she glanced down at herself. "Also, why do I have cum in my panties? I don't remember us orgasming..."

Clara stepped behind two small barrels, out of sight from the main street, and she glanced down, noticing a wet spot in Abi's shorts. In the middle of her crotch, a growing stain spread out between her legs.

"I think you coming is my fault," Clara said. "Back in the guild hall- Ah!"

She began to explain, but the dildo inside her began to vibrate. It wasn't very intense, but it was strong enough to give her pause, and a shudder ran down her spine. Selene had said that the unchastity belt would activate when she tried to tell anyone, and it seemed like just mentioning the time-stop effect was enough to trigger a warning buzz from the dildos.

"Is there something wrong, Clara?" Abi furrowed her brow at her. "You know, you never told me what happened back in the street. Why did you come back then, anyway? Is it related to what happened in the guild?"

"I..." Clara took a deep breath, cheeks flushed from the buzzing in her sex. "Actually, it is- Ah!"

She began to explain how she woke up in the pod, but that triggered the dildos as well. The instant she began to explain to Abi, the dildo inside her ass began vibrating and joined the one in her sex. The twin toys sent Clara's mind spinning, and she froze up, blood rushing to her cheeks.

"Is something wrong, Clara?" Abi asked. "You seem off. Why did you pull me out of the guild so quickly, too? And how did you end up on the ground so suddenly?"

"That's..." Clara struggled for words, but she shook her head. She had to tell Abi something. She was her friend, after all. However, she didn't know how to explain it.

"You can trust me," Abi said and gave her a smile.

"I know--" (Ah, fuck it...)

Clara grabbed Abi and kissed her. She couldn't think of what to say, so she embraced her and pushed her up against the wall, bringing their lips into an embrace.

"Mnghhh?" Abi let out a surprised squeak, but she melted into it, kissing Clara back. Her hands settled on Clara's hips, and she pulled her closer, embracing her tight and squeezing their hips together.

(What brought this on all of a sudden?) Abi asked through their telepathic connection.

(I can't tell you, but I need you to trust me.) Clara thought back to her. She wrapped her arms around Abi's back, squeezing her tight. For minutes, their kiss continued, and the sound of their smacking lips filled the alleyway.

When they finally broke the kiss, Abi and Clara gasped for breath, panting from how long they had been kissing. Both their cheeks were flushed, and Clara stared back at Abi through half-lidded eyes.

(God, that felt good.) She thought to herself. (Especially after an orgasm, kissing Abi is simply the best.)

"So you had another orgasm?" Abi asked, and she shook her head. "Is that why you were on the ground in the guild hall?"

"Yeah... I can't explain much, but I need you to trust me." Clara took a deep breath, calming her nerves. Thankfully, the dildos had fallen dormant while they were kissing. After embracing Abi for a few minutes, the buzzing had died down and stopped.

"I do trust you," Abi nodded back to her. "Whatever it is, we're in it together, right?"

She took Clara's hand, squeezing it in hers. The feeling of Abi's fingers intertwined with hers made Clara's heart race, and her blush grew even worse. The earnest look in Abi's eyes made her regret even more not telling her. Between Freyja and Abi, she would have preferred Abi to know her current situation.

(Perhaps I can't tell her... But maybe I can show her?) Clara thought to herself, and she nodded. "Don't say anything; just look."

She stepped back and hiked up her skirt. With two fingers, she pinched the front of her dress and pulled it up, showing the leather unchastity belt to Abi. However, Abigail tilted her head back at her, confused.

"Why are you showing me your panties?" She asked.

"Huh? Panties?" Clara looked down in confusion. Rather than the leather belt, the outside of her hips appeared to be just her regular black lace panties. There was no sign of the unchastity belt.

She could feel the dildos still inside her. However, there was no sign of them. She even pulled back her panties just to be sure, but her pussy was closed tight. There was no sign of the toys. Even if she could feel the large dildo filling her sex, it wasn't visible.

"The cursed belt should be here..." she said to herself. "Why can't we see it?"

"Cursed belt?" Abi asked and tilted her head. "If it's a cursed item, it could have a curse of illusions. It reduces the effect to mental phenomena, but the effects are still present."

"That must be it..." Clara said. "I can feel the two dildos inside me, but they aren't visible. It must be that curse you're talking about."

"An illusion like that is a high-level curse... It's not something you'd pick up without diving to the bottom of a dungeon. When did you get such a thing? We've been together since leaving the guardhouse."

"It was when- Ahghhh..." Clara tried to tell her, but the vibrating dildos activated a second time, teasing her ass and pussy at the same time. "I can tell you about the cursed item, but not how I got it."

"I see..." Abi furrowed her brow. "That's a complex curse, then..."

"I don't know what to do," Clara said, breathlessly. Between her previous orgasm and the new teasing vibrations of the dildos, her cheeks flushed and her heart pounded in her ears.

"Perhaps we should go ask Freyja?" Abi asked. "She's dependable when you need her. If you tell her about this curse, she might be able to help."

"No." Clara shook her head.

That was the last person she needed to speak to. If she spoke to Freyja now, she didn't know what the unchastity belt would do. If it was triggered at the slightest mention of what happened, Freyja could set it off and alert Selene to her lie. As arousing as the thought was, it was also terrifying.

"Perhaps there's someone else we could go to..." Clara said. "This curse is magic, so maybe we could go to that magic shop we went to earlier? That shop had a lot of cursed items, didn't it?"

"It did..." Abi's cheeks pinkened at Clara's words, but she nodded. "Are you sure you don't want to report this to the guard? Even if they punished us earlier, they're open to hearing people out in situations like these. Above all, they're allies to the citizens."

"L-Let's try the shop." Clara shook her head, hoping not to run into Freyja. "It's probably going to be better to speak to an expert, right?"

"Yeah, that makes sense." Abi nodded, and they set off, heading towards the magic shop.

--

After Clara cast magic to clean up the mess in their underwear, they arrived back at the magic shop. It was outside the town, so they left through the eastern gates before arriving in the slums. The dimly lit shop was one of the few complete buildings in the slums.

"Anyone here?" Abi called out. She knocked on the doorframe of the shop entrance, peering into the dim interior.

"Ah, some customers." The woman in black robes stepped out of the back of the shop. She had a hood obscuring her face, but Clara could hear a grin on her lips. "What can I do for you two? Do you have buyer's remorse about those rings I gave you?"

"No! We love these rings." Clara shook her head, and she cupped the ring on her finger protectively. The rings were difficult to get used to at first, but sharing her thoughts and orgasms with Abi had been fun.

"We need a cursed item looked at," Abi said. "Could you help Clara escape her curse?"

"A cursed item, you say..." The robed woman paused. "Very well. I can take a look."

"Thank you..." Clara blushed, and she stepped forward, coming to a stop in front of the counter. With a bit of hesitancy, she pinched up her skirt and showed her panties to the robed woman.

"It might not look like there's anything there, but the curse makes it invisible, apparently." Abi stepped up beside Clara, glancing between her and the shopkeeper. "Can you do anything?"

"How strange... To see a curse like this in a backwater village like this, the balance of the world seems to be off." She put a thoughtful finger on her chin, humming to herself while staring at Clara's crotch. "You have some pretty panties, dear."

"Thank you." Clara blushed, and she nervously rubbed her thighs together. The longer the woman stared at her crotch, the more embarrassed she felt. She didn't know what the shopkeeper looked like, but she felt something strange.

The woman's purple-painted fingernails made Clara's heart skip. The sight of her long, graceful fingers turned her on, and that was to say nothing of her body. Even with the black robes obscuring her figure, the curves of the mysterious woman were obvious. Her chest swelled beneath the dark fabric, and it clung to her shapely hips, emphasizing her butt.

Clara swallowed, and the flames in her cheeks grew stronger. Exposing her panties was bad enough, but she couldn't help but stare at the shopkeeper, growing more and more turned on, and a damp stain grew on the crotch of her panties. Beneath the front of her dress, even her nipples stood on end, stiffening embarrassingly through the silk fabric.

(Enjoying the view?) Abi thought to her.

(I would never!) Clara glanced back at Abi, shaking her head.

(You don't have to lie.) Abi gave her a smirk and stepped closer, laying a hand on Clara's hip. (I recognize that look in your eyes by now. It makes me jealous, but I can understand where you're coming from.)

Abi's fingers edged dangerously close to the small of Clara's back. The hypnotic erogenous zone lay inches from where Abigail's hand rested on her side. As she massaged Clara's hip, she sucked in a shuddering breath, eyes fluttering.

(I'm sorry... You're right. I couldn't help but look at her!) Clara clenched her eyes closed, her back arching.

(So you admit it.) Abi laughed beside her, and she rubbed Clara's back. The motion was meant to be comforting, but the touch at the small of Clara's back sent the hypnotically induced arousal to even higher heights, causing Clara's ears to turn bright red and a rivulet of arousal to run down her thigh.

She let out a mewl, still exposing herself to the shopkeeper woman. The embarrassment of the position only seemed to amplify her arousal, and she let out a breathy moan, hips bucking reflexively.

"That's enough." The shopkeeper stood up and nodded. "Very well, I can remove that cursed belt of yours, but it will come at a price."

"A price?" Abi asked.

"What kind of price...?" Clara opened her eyes, looking at the shopkeeper curiously.

"It's quite simple." The grin was so wide Clara felt like she could see a purple pair of lips behind the shadows of the hood. "Both of you will become my pets."

|| -- Chapter 32 -- ||

"Pet?" The word made Clara's brain freeze up. She stiffened, and a deep blush filled her cheeks. Her already smoldering arousal increased tenfold, and a small mewl escaped her lips. "Mnnnh..."

(Are you okay?) Abi asked her through their telepathic connection, and she glanced at Clara.

(I'm fine...) Clara thought back, but she couldn't shake the feeling of arousal. Despite just cleaning her panties with magic, a damp spot grew in them.

"I think we'll have to decline." Abi stepped forward, taking a spot in front of Clara. "We're not going to become your slaves."

"I'm not asking you to become my slaves," the robed woman shook her head slowly. "I want you to become my pets."

"Ahnghmm-" A moan escaped Clara's lips at the word. Her arousal grew even higher as she heard the word 'pet' a second time, and she squeezed her thighs together, squirming. A slow, shuddering breath escaped her lips, and she glanced at Abi furtively. (Maybe we should become her pets?)

(No way.) Abi shook her head. (The only one you'll become the pet of is me, and only in the bedroom.)

"I'm sorry, but you'll have to fight me if you want to make Clara your pet." Abi placed one hand on her dagger, narrowing her eyes at the robed shopkeeper.

"Abi..." Clara's blush grew even deeper. The sight of Abi standing protectively in front of her made Clara's heart skip.

"Hmmm..." The robed woman nodded slowly. "I suppose that price is a little high for a simple curse removal. Very well, I won't make you two into pets just yet, but I'll still require a favor. If you wish for me to take off that belt from Clara, you'll both need to entertain me."

"That's fine." Abi let out a sigh of relief, and she nodded. "If it's for Clara's sake, I'll entertain you, but I won't let you make her your pet."

"Mngh-" Clara's eyes fluttered as she heard that word again, and she grew conscious of how her nipples stiffened into hard points beneath her dress, but she nodded along with Abi. "If we just need to entertain you, that doesn't sound so bad..."

"Then it's decided," the robed woman said, and she gave a nod. "One of you, follow me into the back. I'll begin your payment now."

"I'll go first." Abi took a glance back at Clara, then followed the shopkeeper. "Let's make this quick."

--

The back of the magic shop was a dim room with a small window on one side. However, the window was so high it made it difficult to see anything. Only a thin beam of light made it through the glass, leaving the room in murky shadows.

"Why don't you lie down on the table?" The shopkeeper asked.

Abi glanced down at the table in the middle of the room. It looked like a massage table, and she nodded. "Sure."

She hopped up on it, laying back and resting her head on the pillow at the top of the table. It was surprisingly comfortable, and she let out a slow breath. From where she lay, she could look up to see the glimmering chandelier hanging from the ceiling. It glittered in the evening light, catching the rays of the dwindling sun through the narrow window. It was a beautiful sight, and the glimmering glass made Abi's eyes soften.

"I hope you don't mind me getting comfortable, do you?" The shopkeeper asked, and she tugged off her dark robe, tossing it aside.

She wore a purple robe underneath, and it wasn't dissimilar to Clara's outfit. The front of it was open and exposed the inside of her breasts with plentiful cleavage. The rest of the dress hugged her shapely form, and Abi blushed while looking at the witch's outfit.

"I don't mind..." Abi said slowly. "By the way, what kind of favor are you looking for? Most of the people who ask me for favors prefer me to take the top. Are you sure you want me lying down?"

"Oh, it's not necessary for you to get up." The witch smiled down at her, spreading her purple-painted lips wide. "I prefer the top."

The sight of her smile made Abi's heart beat a little faster. She had heard her grin from beneath the hood, but to see it in person was something else. The witch was an enchanting beauty, and her smile was enough to make Abi's ears warm up.

Aside from her enchanting smile, the shopkeeper had gorgeous black tresses that tumbled down her shoulders. A thin line of purple highlighted her amethyst eyes, and the color matched her lips and dress. It was an odd theme for an outfit, yet even more alluring because of the sinister color.

(She's so much hotter than I expected.) Abi thought to herself. (If she's this beautiful, why does she hide her face all the time?)

(Is she really that cute?) Clara thought back to her.

(I forgot you could hear my thoughts...) Abi's blushing grew even worse as she remembered Clara could hear her thoughts. (Uhm, pretend you didn't hear that.).

"It seems you're distracted, my dear." The purple witch sauntered forward, interrupting their hidden conversation, and she smiled down at Abi. "I can't have you thinking of another woman while I'm here."

She reached down and slid a finger over Abi's navel, tracing a circle around her belly button. With Abi wearing a crop top and low-riding shorts, her belly was fully exposed, and her eyes fluttered as the witch's finger traced over her bare skin.

"I'll try not to be distracted..." Abi said, staring up at her breathlessly. "It's difficult to be distracted when you're so..."

"Hm?" The witch unbuttoned the front of Abi's shorts, and it caused Abi to trail off. As the witch tugged off her shorts, Abi's cock stiffened in her panties, and the burning fire in her cheeks grew even stronger. With each inch the witch teased off her pants, it exposed more of her growing bulge, and her anticipation grew more intense.

"I'm so what?" The witch asked.

"Beautiful..." Abi's eyes fell into a half-lidded lull, and she relaxed back against the massage table. There was something enchanting about the sight of the witch. Even her purple-painted fingernails made Abi's heart race. As she teased her shorts down around her knees, Abi's cock popped out the top of her panties, and she leaked a dribble of precum onto her abdomen.

"Sorry..." Abi said, glancing down at the leaking mess of her cock.

"There's nothing to apologize for." The witch climbed up onto the table, straddling Abi's knees. She stared down at her engorged cock with a smile. "We're only just getting started."

She reached down and pulled Abi's panties down, joining her shorts around her knees, and she fully exposed her cock. The feeling of the fresh air against her balls and shaft made Abi take a sharp breath, and she squirmed on the massage table, but the witch's thick thighs kept her lower half pinned to the table. The full-bodied witch above her made it impossible to escape.

Abi took a shaky breath, her heart pounding in her ears. However, rather than wanting to escape, the arousal building between her legs felt impossible to deny. Her cock rose to full mast, standing on end and raising off her lap.

"If you want to take the top, so be it," Abi said, blushing. "But don't tease me."

"Hm, hm... I see you're much more docile when aroused..." The witch leaned down, and she planted a kiss on the base of Abi's cock.

A purple pair of lip marks remained after the kiss, and Abi gasped. The spot of the kiss tingled, and her cock began drooling even more precum from its tip, spilling out in quantities she'd never seen before.

"What are you...?" Abi asked, only able to form half the question. She couldn't tell if it was magic or if she was so aroused that a single kiss could make her leak this much.

"Just relax, dear." The witch planted an additional kiss on her cock, then another. She covered the shaft of Abi's member with purple kiss marks, and Abi's sensitivity continued to grow, cock tingling with anticipation. Abi felt every beat of her heart as it throbbed between her legs.

"Ah..." She let out a moan, but she relaxed as the witch suggested. Leaning back on the massage table, she stared up at the glimmering chandelier above her. The strangely pretty glass sent sparkles of light dancing in her eyes, and her expression slackened. Every kiss on her cock made her relax deeper into the arousal, and she breathed heavily.

"That's it..." The witch leaned down, and she pulled Abi's cock up, angling it away to expose her balls. "Allow me to give you a blessing."

She planted one last kiss on Abi's balls. The purple kiss mark felt even more vivid than all the ones that came before. Even after the witch pulled back, Abi felt like she could still feel her lips on her balls, gently suckling at the side of them.

"Mnghhh!" Abi let out a mewl, writhing beneath the witch's phantom lips. Combined with the purple lipstick marks on her shaft, the arousal throbbed to new heights, and her mind went blank.

Despite experiencing a massive orgasm only an hour prior, it felt like she hadn't come in weeks. She was so aroused she could hardly think, and the glimmering chandelier above her didn't help. It was like her thoughts were slowing down the more she stared at the intricate glass. Every beam of light made her more aroused and made it more difficult to think.

"How adorable." The witch gave her a smile, and she wrapped her lips around Abi's glans, suckling on them. She let out a loud slurping sound as she licked away the fresh precum.

"Ohhhh...." Abi's hips bucked, and she arched off the massage table, plunging herself deeper into the witch's mouth.

Up and down, the shopkeeper's soft lips slid around her cock, and she took Abi's member deep into her throat. With a slow bobbing motion, she pumped it in and out, fellating her cock and sending waves of satisfaction tingling out of her member.

Abi had experienced blowjobs before, but the witch's lips felt unlike anything she'd felt before. Even with all her experience in the lewd world, she had never felt such an intense blow job. It was as if every rise and fall of the witch's head sent physical waves through her, causing pleasure to ripple out and twitch through her muscles, leaving her squirming on the massage table.

"Hmm..." The witch gave a hum around her cock, and her eyes glinted with amusement, glancing up at Abi. "I hope you're not already going to come."

"I-I'm not that weak..." Abi said, but she felt herself terrifyingly close to the edge. With the lipstick marks amplifying her sensitivity and the phantom pair of lips suckling on her balls, the blowjob was more intense than it should have been. The witch's mouth felt better than any tentacle hole or monster she had fucked. Abi's head spun, and she stared up at the glimmering chandelier in a daze.

"It's time for the main event." The witch crawled forward, and she raised her hips over Abi's member, angling it towards her pussy... "It's been a while since I tasted a human."

"You flatter me- Mnghhh!" Abi's eyes rolled up in her head.

As the witch's hips sank down on her cock, the soft insides clenched around her cock. Even a tentacle sucker wasn't as soft and intense as the witch's pussy. It was enough to make Abi's breath catch in her throat. The witch's sex felt on par with what she imagined a demon to feel like. It was sinfully good.

"Good girl..." The shapely witch smiled down at her, and she took her enormous breasts into her hands, squeezing them. As she bounced over Abi's cock, she undulated her breasts over her, causing Abi's eyes to wander away from the chandelier. However, the witch's breasts felt even more hypnotizing than the glittering chandelier.

Every squeeze of them made Abi's breath catch. The witch timed her groping motions to be in time with her hips. Each time she squeezed her breasts, she sank down on Abi's member and hilted it inside her sex.

As Abi stared up at her, it felt like her own mind was being squeezed with those breasts. Her own mind was becoming just as soft and squishy as the witch's breasts, melting in pleasure.

"Good girl..." the witch said again. "I like a good girl who can relax into sex."

"Relax..." Abi said with her.

The words 'good girl' made her mind melt even further. The undulation of the witch's hips made waves of pleasure ripple out through her lower half. From the glans of her cock to the base of her shaft, and even her balls too, every part of her member was vibrating with pleasure and sending tingles of satisfaction out into her hips.

Abi didn't know how long she lay there. All she was aware of was how much she wanted to stare at the Witch's breasts. Every pump of the godly pussy over her cock made Abi swoon, and she melted into the massage bed beneath her.

(How's it going?) Clara asked her through their telepathic link.

(Feel good...) Abi thought back to her. (Good... Pleasure... Relaxing... Warm... Aroused... Hot...)

(It's that good?) Clara thought back to her. (I won't interrupt, then...)

Abi let out a shuddering breath. Every time the Witch bounced in front of her, her cock felt better. A tornado of tingles gathered in her tip, making her cock throb with arousal and unbidden desire. It continued to grow more intense until Abi was moaning and writhing on the bed. She could barely see in front of her, but she remained transfixed on the soft undulation of the Witch's breasts.

"Good... I feel sooo good..." Abi let out a slurred moan, squirming even harder.

"Then come for me." The witch slammed down her hips, swinging even faster. She sped up her motion until a moan escaped Abi's lips, slamming their hips together.

"Mgnnnn!" Abi's back arched off the table, and she thrust up against the Witch's hips. "I'm coming!"

The soft folds of the other woman clenched down around her, and Abi's eyes rolled up in her head. She let out spurt after spurt of seed inside the witch, shuddering. Over and over, her cock twitched and released the hot seed inside her pussy. The feeling was far more intense than any orgasm she'd ever experienced, even after getting edged a hundred times.

Her entire body crackled with pleasure, and her vision went white, losing sight of the surrounding world. However, through it all, she continued to relax into the bed beneath her. She sank back against the massage table, letting out a slow breath, and the last of her mind slipped into a trance.

"Now..." The witch leaned down, bringing her lips to Abi's ear and dropping her voice down to a whisper. "I want you to listen carefully..."

[ New Trigger Word: 'Pet' → Arousal ]

[ New Weak Spot: Back of her Cock ]

[ Endless Buildup: After one hour of abstinence, Abi's desire to orgasm is increased twofold and grows with every additional hour. Effects reset once coming inside 'Clara's Pussy'. ]

[ Instant Release: After one hour of abstinence, when anyone touches Abi's cock, she instantly orgasms. ]

When Abi awoke, she stepped out of the back room in a daze. She had no memories of the hypnosis or even what the shopkeeper looked like. All she could remember were vague memories of pleasure from inside the back room, just like Clara had of her first time with the shady shopkeeper.

|| -- Chapter 33 -- ||

"I wonder what's going on in there..." Clara said to herself. She stared at the door, blushing. Only a few minutes prior, she heard a thought overflow from Abi's mind.

(She's so much hotter than I expected.) Abi's voice said through their telepathic link. (If she's this beautiful, why does she hide her face all the time?)

She must have been referring to the shopkeeper, and the words piqued Clara's curiosity. She didn't know what the mysterious witch looked like under her robe, and Abi's thoughts made her think back to the sight of the shady shopkeeper.

(Is she really that cute?) Clara thought back to her.

(Oh, I forgot you could hear my thoughts...) Abi replied through their telepathic link. (Pretend you didn't hear that.).

"You can't leave me hanging like that..." Clara shook her head, and she tapped one finger against the shop counter impatiently. Despite Abi's request for her to forget the thoughts, the words made her pulse quicken.

She could still remember the sight of the shopkeeper's curves and her strangely alluring voice. The deep, sultry tones of the woman's voice made Clara's heart skip, especially when she said the word 'pet'. Clara couldn't help but swoon at the sound of the word, and a tingle of arousal built between her legs.

The word 'pet' made her think of herself on her knees, with a collar around her throat. Somehow, the image of submission only turned her on more, like the position would be fitting, somehow. Without thinking, she clenched down around the toys in her sex and ass, squeezing the dildos tight inside her. The more she thought of herself as a 'pet' to the mysterious witch, the more flushed her cheeks grew, and her breathing came heavy as she stared into the distance absentmindedly.

"Get yourself together, Clara..." She slapped her burning cheeks, trying to push away the dirty thoughts. "After Abi's done, it'll be my turn. I can't get carried away before we even begin."

Clara took a deep breath, and she shook her head. Looking to distract herself, she turned toward the surrounding shop. There were countless magic items lined up on display, and she began wandering between them, looking at the different items.

There were rings, wands, robes, gloves, and even weapons. Every item looked mundane, but since it was a magic shop, she figured they must have been enchanted somehow. With nothing to mark the items, it was anyone's guess what they did, but she enjoyed imagining the different enchantments they might hold.

"Oh, this looks cute." Clara came to a stop in front of a leather choker.

It was exactly the kind of thing she would have worn in the real world. With her dark hair, completely unlike her bright red hair in the game, goth-themed items fit her well. She'd never gotten too much into the trend of black clothes, but they'd always interested her.

"I know this is kind of edgy, but still..." Clara leaned closer, inspecting the leather choker up close.

It had a black gem inlaid in the middle of the leather. Perhaps it was onyx or obsidian. In the game, anything was possible, yet she couldn't help but marvel at the size and luster of the gem. In the real world, it would have been a priceless artifact.

Without thinking, Clara picked up the choker, and she held it up to the dim light filtering in through the window. Every glint of light reflected in the gem, and it made her heart race. Before she knew it, her cheeks pinkened, and the flushing warmth returned to her face.

Just the thought of becoming the shopkeeper's 'pet' turned her on. Once more, the fantasy appeared in Clara's mind, and she imagined herself kneeling before the mysterious woman. However, instead of a collar, she was wearing the choker.

In her fantasy, she leaned forward, burying her nose in the thick musk of the other woman's crotch and licking between her legs. She'd never considered herself one to get turned on from giving oral, yet the thought of burying her tongue inside the shopkeeper sent a tingle of anticipation between her legs.

Clara stood in the middle of the shop, eyes rolling up in her head. As she held the collar in front of her, the throbbing in her clit grew worse and worse, and the fantasy of submission left her breathless. Every lap of her tongue between the other woman's labia made her even more turned on.

She could feel the leather choker around her throat. It was in the fantasy, but it felt all too real. The feeling of it tight against her skin fanned the flames of her arousal, leaving her a dripping mess and staining her panties. Both in her mind and in the real world, a rivulet of arousal ran down Clara's thigh. The longer she imagined herself submitting to the mysterious shopkeeper, the more turned on she became.

Over and over, the word 'pet' echoed in her ears. It wasn't enough to pass through her telepathic connection with Abi, but just strong enough to reinforce the hypnotic trigger word, leaving her a helpless, thigh-clenching, gasping, horny wreck. The subconscious hypnosis left her mind spinning and pussy tingling with desire. Every squirming shift of her clenched legs caused her labia to rub against one another, and that was enough to send sparks of satisfaction racing through her hips.

"I have to get control of myself." Clara shook her head, shaking away the pent-up desire, and she placed the choker back on the table. "What the heck am I doing?"

She took a deep breath, calming the fire in her cheeks and trying not to focus on the warm mess growing in her panties. Instead, she turned her focus back towards the door of the magic shop's interior. Abi lay on the other side of the wall, doing a 'favor' for the shopkeeper woman.

(How's it going?) Clara asked her through their telepathic link.

(Feel good...) Abi thought back to her. (Good... Pleasure... Relaxing... Warm... Aroused... Hot...)

(It's that good?) Clara's cheeks burned even hotter as she felt Abi's mindless arousal bleed through into her thoughts. (I won't interrupt, then...)

Despite getting a hold of herself, the thoughts of her friend sent Clara right back into an aroused state. Rather than words, the telepathy came through like emotions and feelings, making her experience a fraction of Abi's pleasure. Clara could sense echoes of intense satisfaction rippling through Abi, and it made her rub her thighs together even harder than before.

"Just a little wouldn't be too bad, right?" Clara said to herself, and she glanced back at the choker. "I'll try it on for a bit, and then it'll be fine."

She would put on the tight leather collar, masturbate for a bit, then put it back. Her plan was flawless. Even if her mind felt more airy than a cloud of cotton candy, she felt certain it would be fine. The thought of putting the pitch-black gem over her throat overrode any rational thought she had left. All her fantasies begged her to put it on.

"Just a little..." she said to herself quietly, and she picked up the choker for a second time.

This time, she didn't hesitate to snap it around her throat. She lifted the leather up and buckled the two ends around the back of her neck. With a firm tug, she tightened the strap until she felt the collar dig into her throat, and her eyes fluttered in satisfaction.

The feeling of the collar around her neck was even better than she thought it would be. She couldn't help but imagine herself as a 'pet' 'pet' 'pet', and the choker felt like a perfect fit. The already smoldering arousal between her legs grew to new heights, and she let out a soft whimper.

Her panties might as well have been an oven. The smothering heat inside her underwear felt unbearable, and the tingles of anticipation throbbing through her clit wiped out the rest of her sanity. What little inhibitions she had left disappeared as she fastened the onyx choker around her throat.

"God, I need to come." Clara hiked up the skirt of her dress. Before she could even think about what she was doing, she kneeled on the ground and shoved one hand between her legs.

The fantasy restarted, and she buried her nose into the shopkeeper's snatch. For some reason, Clara imagined her as the purple witch she had seen on the box art of the game. Whether it was the natural target of her fantasy or a subconscious realization, she didn't know, but she got turned on all the more because of it.

As she imagined herself eating out the other woman, she pressed two fingers down over the front of her panties, grinding the soft silk over the sweet spot. As the fabric pushed down and rubbed against her clit, Clara's eyes rolled up in her head.

She could still feel the two dildos inside her sex and ass, and the fullness of the unchastity belt made her all the more sensitive. Without thinking, she clenched down around the two toys, shuddering.

Back and forth, she rubbed the soft fabric of her panties over her sex, not caring about the mess she was making of them. With the ability to clean them with magic, she had no reason to hold back, especially when she was too horny to think. Before Clara knew it, she was rising to the precipice of orgasm, teetering at the threshold of ecstasy.

The onyx gem glowed around her neck, and a deep purple mist poured out of it. The suspicious fog floated up, and Clara breathed it in, making her eyes roll up in her head. She let out a loud, unceremonious moan, and a shudder of pleasure washed through her.

As the unknown enchantment activated, she toppled into climax, and waves of pure ecstasy twitched through her sex. Every clench around the thick dildos in her sex and ass made tingles of raw pleasure race out into her twitching hips, and she arched her back, bucking against her fingers.

"Mnghhhhhhh!" Another moan escaped her lips, and she ground her fingers down against her clit, rubbing the soft panties into the most sensitive part of her sex, grinding against the soft button at the apex of her slit. Over and over, she rubbed it, clenching around the dildos and moaning helplessly.

Her orgasm happened at the same time as Abi's, and the twin climaxes heightened the pleasure even further. Before Clara knew what she was doing, she toppled forward, landing on the ground in an exhausted heap. Her hips continued to twitch long past the end of her orgasm, and a shaky smile rose to her lips.

--

After a while, the door to the back of the shop opened up, and the sound roused Clara from her dazed stupor.

Hurriedly, she jumped to her feet, smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress. Her heart pounded in her ears, and the realization of what she did made her cheeks burn with embarrassment. As the other two left the back room, Clara hurried back to the front counter.

"Oh, dear." The shopkeeper turned towards Clara and tilted her head, causing her hood to drift idly to the side. "Is something wrong?"

"What? No, nothing's wrong." Clara shook her head. "I was just masturbating in the corner of the shop."

(Huh? Why did I say that?) She'd meant to hide what she did, but she somehow ended up confessing to it. It felt as if her mouth were moving on autopilot when she added the extra bit at the end.

"Oh, you were masturbating in my shop?" The shopkeeper asked, and Clara detected a familiar hint of a smile in her words.

"Uhm, no- I mean, yes, I was, but I don't want you to know that."

(Ehhh???) Clara's ears burned hot like two flames as her mouth continued to move on autopilot. It felt like the instant she tried to lie, something else came out. She meant to deny masturbating, but her mouth said the complete opposite.

"My, my..." The shopkeeper stepped up to the counter and leaned over it, propping herself up by her chin. Even in the dim light, her purple-painted lips became visible, grinning at Clara. "I see you put on my choker. Are you enjoying its effects?"

"Choker? Oh, yeah..." Clara lifted her fingers up to the leather collar, and she swallowed, feeling it tight around her throat. "I really liked how it looked and couldn't help trying it on... I wanted to masturbate while imagining myself as your pet."

"C-Clara?!" Abi, who had been staring off into space, blinked in surprise, and she glanced over at Clara. "What are you saying?"

"Huh? I don't know! It's like my mouth is moving on its own!" There was no way she would say such things normally. Even in her thoughts, she would never have admitted such things to herself, but she had somehow said them out loud.

"Haha, that's the collar, dear." The shopkeeper traced a circle with her fingers over the countertop. "It has a curse that forces its wearer to be honest. It's a fun little toy, isn't it?"

"Honest? I don't want to be honest!" Clara shook her head, cheeks burning. "At this rate, I might say something embarrassing, like how Abi's lewd thoughts turned me on and made me so horny I couldn't help masturbating."

"Clara..." Abi glanced over at her, and her cheeks tinted red as well. "What are you saying?"

"I'm sorry. I can't help what I'm saying..." Clara shook her head, and she clamped one hand over her mouth.

(I understand that, but still...) Abi sent her thoughts through their telepathic link. (At this rate, we'll get arrested for public indecency again. If you go around talking like that, people will look at us weird.)

(I'm sorry, I'll take this collar off...) Clara reached behind her head, fumbling for the buckle fastening the choker to her throat. However, her fingers met smooth leather. The spot where the two ends joined had completely merged into one smooth band of leather around her neck.

"Hm? Uh..." Clara's pulse quickened as she realized she had no way to remove the collar. "I think I made an oopsie..."

"Unfortunately, that choker is cursed. You can't remove it without advanced magic." The shopkeeper leaned further across the table. Even with her dark robe obscuring her curves, it was clear she had a large bust, which pressed into the top of the wooden counter.

Clara glanced down at the sight, blushing, before turning her gaze back up at the shopkeeper. "Can you remove it for me...?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." The shopkeeper shook her head. "I can only remove one cursed item today. What will it be? That cursed belt, or your new collar of honesty?"

|| -- Chapter 34 -- ||

"Uhm, just the belt, then..." Clara blushed as she said the words.

Being forced to confess her most private thoughts didn't sound great, but neither did walking around with phantom toys stuffed inside her all the time. She clenched down around the thick dildo in her sex for emphasis. The unchastity belt left her feeling uncomfortably full, and it could activate at any time. If she said the wrong thing, she'd be reduced to a trembling, weak-kneed, orgasming 'pet', and she didn't want that, did she? Did she?

Clara shook her head, refocusing back on the situation at hand. "You'll remove the belt, then?"

"Yes, I'll remove that cursed belt for you." The shopkeeper stood up, and she motioned for Clara to follow. "Let's head into the back."

"Okay," Clara nodded, and she headed after her, but Abi called out to her.

"Have fun," she said, and some of her thoughts leaked through their telepathic connection. (I certainly did.)

Clara nodded back to Abi, and she blushed as her friend's thoughts echoed through her mind.

(Was your time with her that good?) Clara thought back to her, and she continued following the shopkeeper into the backroom.

(I think so, but it's strange...) Abi's trailing thoughts echoed after her. (I don't remember what happened in that room.)

(Huh?) Clara's eyes widened, but by the time she heard Abi's thoughts, it was already too late. She had stepped into the backroom.

The shady shopkeeper closed the door behind her, sealing them in together.

With the sun setting beyond the horizon, the small window in the backroom provided no more light, and the room was plunged into darkness. Before Clara could open her mouth to ask what was going on, a key clicked in the lock, sliding a heavy bolt over and ensuring she couldn't escape.

--

"Uhm, is there a lantern, perhaps?" Clara asked. "What does this game have for light sources?"

"Silly girl, we witches don't need flames to light up our surroundings." The witch's voice echoed from all around her, and the sound of snapping fingers echoed through the room. "Luminous."

A soft purple light flooded the room. However, the backroom was unlike what Clara remembered. Rather than being a small space to store supplies, it felt like they were in an underground chamber. The walls were made of stone bricks, and large pillars held up the ceiling.

"Woah..." Clara's voice echoed around her, and her pulse quickened as she suddenly found herself in the unfamiliar place. "Was this created with magic?"

"What an intriguing question..." The witch's voice came from behind her, and Clara spun around to find the shopkeeper disrobed. For the first time--or second, if she counted the memories she had forgotten--Clara got a good look at the mysterious witch.

She had a purple hat, a purple dress, purple-painted lips, and a pair of radiant amethyst eyes. In contrast to Clara's red theme, the shopkeeper was dominated by the color 'purple'. Only her raven-black hair contrasted the violet theme, and her soft curls tumbled down around her shoulders, framing her face with a mysterious air.

"Y-You are the woman from the box art!" Clara said, eyes widening. Whether it was her collar of honesty or the sheer surprise of the revelation, she shouted out her observation.

This was the woman that 'drew her' to the game. When she'd seen the porn ad, with the large, busty witch on it, Clara couldn't help but click on it. The purple-themed witch had a voluptuous body, and the sight of her bare shoulders--completely exposed by her strapless dress--made Clara's heart pound.

Now that she was in front of her, she could see every detail dozens of times more vividly than the JPEG on her computer. The dress barely covered the witch's nipples, and it clung to her curvy figure through sheer magic, threatening to fall off and expose the rest of her body.

Down below, her hips were wide, and a slit in the dress exposed her thighs, making Clara's cheeks blush. At her feet were a pair of high-heeled boots, also purple-themed, and those cut off just before the hem of the witch's outrageously short skirt.

Clara would have called the look obscene if she wasn't wearing a similar outfit.

"You asked if this place was created by magic, yes?" The witch sauntered forward, stepping up to Clara, and she laid one hand on her chin, lightly stroking her cheek. "Do you know how difficult of a question that is for me to answer?"

"I-I..." Clara's breath caught in her throat as the soft fingers brushed against her face.

The burning blush filling her cheeks redoubled as the scantily clad woman came to a stop in front of her. Clara glanced down at her outrageous cleavage before looking back up to meet the woman's inquisitive gaze. Only after a solid minute of silence did Clara remember she had been asked a question.

"Oh, yes... I asked if this room was made of magic." Clara nodded slowly.

"That is a much easier question." The witch smiled and released Clara's cheek, stepping back. "In short, no. This room was created through traditional means, but it was linked to my shop through magic."

"I see," Clara took a deep breath and nodded. With the witch a little further back, it felt easier to think. She still felt distracted by how gorgeous the curvy witch was in front of her, but Clara contained herself. "So, uh, what's your name? What can I call you?"

"Some people of this world call me the amethyst witch, but you can call me Ms. Violet."

"Ah, Violet..." Clara nodded, but 'Violet' shook her head.

"That's Ms. Violet," she said and strode forward, taking hold of Clara's chin. Completely unlike her soft touch earlier, she forced Clara's eyes up to meet her intense gaze. "Don't forget the 'missus' part."

"Ms. Violet..." Clara's heart pounded in her ears. The other woman's face was inches from her own, and the intense look made a shiver run down her spine, yet she couldn't help but feel a twinge between her legs. As the other woman's fingers gripped her chin, the blush in Clara's cheeks grew even worse.

"You know, I couldn't help but notice how quickly you jumped at the opportunity to become my 'pet'," Ms. Violet said, and her expression softened, staring down at Clara with a knowing smile. "That made me happy, you know. I like my 'pets' to be obedient and willing."

"Ah..." At the word 'pet', Clara's hypnotic trigger activated, and her already smoldering arousal grew into a flame, tingling between her legs. The intense sparks of anticipation rippled through her hips, and she clenched around the toys in her ass and pussy. However, Violet hadn't just said the word once.

The second time Ms. Violet said 'pet', it made Clara feel like she was going to pass out. Her breath caught in her throat, and a burning, blushing warmth filled her cheeks and ears. She felt lightheaded from the sudden spike in her libido. Her clit throbbed needily between her legs, and her nipples engorged into stiff buttons that bulged beneath her thin dress.

"Do you want to become my 'pet'?" Ms. Violet asked, and she stroked her thumb along Clara's jawline, gently caressing her cheek. "I could turn you into an obedient 'pet' who wants nothing more than to serve me for all eternity. You'd wear little more than that collar, and I'd have you play with me every day in bed. I'll wipe away all those pesky thoughts of yours and leave you nothing more than a mewling kitten, begging her master for cream."

"Mnnn..." Another moan escaped Clara's lips, and her eyes fell into a half-lidded lull. With the next two mentions of 'pet', she clenched her thighs together, and her legs trembled.

It felt difficult to stand, let alone think about what was happening. The pulsing, throbbing arousal between her legs made a mess of her already stained panties, and tingles of raw anticipation raced out of her clit. Every beat of her heart seemed to reverberate through her pussy, begging for release.

"Answer me, kitten." Ms. Violet's eyes narrowed for a second time, and Clara nodded.

"Yesssss... I want to be your pet. I want to eat you out every day. It's weird; I've never been into oral before, but I want to be leashed and bury my tongue between your legs. Ever since you asked me to be your pet, I couldn't help but imagine myself getting disciplined beneath your hand."

Her choker of honesty forced her to confess every detail of her fantasy. She told Ms. Violet about the things she imagined while masturbating in her shop, and she even made up a few details on the fly, expanding on how much she needed to become her 'pet'.

"You already have this collar around your throat... I think you're halfway there." Ms. Violet whispered the words in her ear, and Clara shuddered.

"Yes..." She whispered the word under her breath, and she nearly felt her knees give out as Ms. Violet's lips brushed against her ear. The other woman was so close, and she was so aroused. Only the last vestiges of her sanity kept Clara from collapsing where she stood.

"Unfortunately, your partner decided otherwise. She doesn't want you to become my pet..." Violet gave a soft kiss on the side of Clara's neck. "Are you sure you want to stay with her? Why settle for that blonde rogue when you can have me?"

"Ah- Uh..." Clara's mind felt like mush, but at the words 'blonde rogue', Abi's face flashed through her mind again. "Sorry, but... I can't betray Abi."

Clara shook her head. The choker of honesty forced her to say her true thoughts out loud. As much as she wished to accept the witch's offer, the thought of leaving Abi behind felt worse. Abi had been with her since she first entered the game. She had stuck with her when she made mistakes and trusted her when she had wild tales to tell. They had only been together a short time, but they had so many memories together. From the candlelit dinner to taking on their first quest together and even the passionate 'love-making' session on Clara's first night. Abi had taught her things about herself she didn't even know herself, and that was to say nothing of how she reminded her of her roommate who disappeared. Clara couldn't abandon her. She didn't want to lose her... again.

The rush of thoughts passed through Clara's mind so quickly, she hardly had any time to process them. It was a snap decision, made with only vague feelings and a gut judgment, but she had to turn down the witch. The choker of honesty forced her to.

"I see..." Violet stepped back. "Very well. You've made your decision, for now. I'll respect it."

"Uhm, about this unchastity belt..." Clara said timidly. "Can you remove it?"

"Of course." Violet nodded back at her, and she snapped her fingers. "Unbind."

The phantom sensation of the toys inside her disappeared. As Clara heard Ms. Violet's fingers clicking, the invading illusion disappeared, and she felt oddly empty. Despite how short a time she'd been wearing the toys, her sex felt empty without the dildo filling her up, and her ass felt needy too.

"Thanks." Clara glanced up, blushing.

"No need to thank me yet. I still haven't recovered my compensation." Ms. Violet smiled, and she snapped her fingers a second time. This triggered a rumbling in the floor, and a large spell circle appeared beneath their feet. "Let's take this somewhere a bit more comfortable."

--

Their surroundings warped, and Clara found herself in a large open room. It had an enormous bed in the middle, soft carpeting, and curtains hung down over the walls, making it difficult to discern the full size of the bedroom or where they were.

"Compensation?" Clara asked, and the flushing in her cheeks grew worse at the sight of the bed. She knew she needed to do a 'favor' for the witch, but to see a bed made a flutter of nervousness run through her belly.

"That's right." Ms. Violet nodded and gave Clara a knowing smile. "You won't become my pet, but that doesn't mean I can't treat you like one."

As she spoke, a leash formed on Clara's choker. The thread appeared from nowhere, and it connected Clara's collar to Ms. Violet's hand. With a soft tug, she pulled Clara closer, forcing her to approach.

"Oh, uhm... I know I said a leash, but..." Clara's heart pounded in her ears. Despite tugging on the leash, it grew no shorter. Ms. Violet continued to pull her closer and closer until Clara found herself inches from the other woman, staring up at her intense, bright purple eyes.

"Is something wrong, dear? Do you not like the leash?" Ms. Violet smiled down at her, and she gave one last yank, forcing Clara's chin into her breasts.

The large chest of the voluptuous woman surrounded Clara's face from all sides. Her burning cheeks pressed into the softness of the twin peaks, and her heart skipped. Down below, the mess in her panties felt inescapable. The warmth flooding her crotch made Clara's mind spin, and the throbbing, needy clit between her legs begged her for attention.

"I like the leash..." Clara said, forced to confess her thoughts as the choker of honesty activated. It gave a squeeze around her throat, and her next words came out in a half-moan, half-squeak. "It turns me on..."

"Then there should be no issues, then." Ms. Violet pushed one knee between her legs, grinding Clara's sex against her thigh. "Is there?"

"Mnhhh..." Clara moaned, and she bucked against the other woman's leg, humping it. Sparks of pleasure rippled through her pussy with each shift of the soft thigh against her crotch. Forward and back, she ground the front of her panties over Violet's thigh as waves of satisfaction swelled inside her hips. "No problems... Feels good..."

"You're acting like a 'pet' already, it seems." Violet smiled down at her as she spoke, and Clara stared up breathlessly into the taller woman's brilliant amethyst eyes.

"Yeshhh..." Her hypnotic trigger activated yet again, sending her spiraling deeper into a dripping, aroused state of lust.

"How about I pamper my little 'pet'? How does that sound?" Violet gave a tilt of her head, looking down at Clara expectantly.

"Yesh...." Clara's eyes fluttered, heart pounding in her ears. She would have agreed to anything, no matter how crazy it was. The sound of 'pampering', however, sounded too good to be true.

"What a cute little 'pet' you've become..."

"Good little 'pet'... You're adorable, dear."

"Just relax, my little 'pet'. You don't need to worry about anything now."

"Mnnnh????" Clara's brain was overloaded as three voices echoed around her. They all chanted that word 'pet', sending her libido into overdrive. It felt like her heart would explode as the intense waves of euphoria and pleasure washed through her.

Her pussy clenched against the witch's thigh, and she gave an extra firm buck against the other woman's leg. Clara felt no more inhibitions holding her back, and she began humping against Ms. Violet with unbidden desire. When her knee hit the damp spot of her underwear, Clara felt like she would pass out. The surrounding world went white as waves of pleasure twitched through her sex.

"Keep your eyes open, my cute little 'pet'," Ms. Violet said, and Clara forced her eyes open, just as she was commanded to do.

"Hm?" She let out a confused mewl as she suddenly found herself surrounded. Rather than just one amethyst witch, three copies of Ms. Violet surrounded her on all sides.

"What a cute little 'pet' you are..."

"You've become an absolutely adorable 'pet' for me, haven't you?"

"I love it when a 'pet' gives me that look."

The three clones of Ms. Violet spoke over one another, showering Clara with praise and repeatedly triggering the arousal-inducing word 'pet'. However, that wasn't even the worst of it.

Their soft, curvy bodies pinned Clara between them. Their breasts smushed against her from all sides, and their curious hands explored her body. She couldn't escape even if she wanted to, and her eyes rolled up in her head as the three copies of the witch groped and squeezed their bodies tight against her.

"I'm... I'm gonna lose my mind..." Clara mewled. She teetered at the edge of orgasm, still humping against the frontal-witch's leg. However, with the extra warmth of the soft bodies pressed against her and their hands gently exploring her body, it made her lust-ridden mind fall into a dazed stupor, unable to process the intensity of the moment.

"Good girl, then lose your mind. Become my good little 'pet'." The front Ms. Violet smiled down at her. "We're gonna pamper you till there's nothing but a spoiled little kitten left."

One last mewl escaped Clara's lips before her voice devolved into moans. Over and over, she humped against Ms. Violet's thigh. For what felt like hours, she teetered at the edge of orgasm, unable to bring herself to the final push towards ecstasy.

The slow shift of Ms. Violet's thigh against her crotch made her mind melt with pleasure. Her thoughts grew more and more distant until the last of her sanity leaked out with the arousal dripping down her thighs. All of her mind focused on the soft squish of the curvy bodies around her and the endless chant of 'pet' filling her ears.

In the end, she had no choice. She would become Ms. Violet's pet whether she wanted to or not. Such thoughts filled Clara's mind, and she grew more and more aroused by them. As time slipped by, she grew into the submissive 'pet' the three Ms. Violets praised her for being.

"I think that's enough foreplay."

The front Ms. Violet pulled back, and the other two stepped behind Clara. They gently gripped her arms in theirs, holding her tight and ensuring she wouldn't escape, but such efforts were unnecessary. Clara's knees could barely hold her up, let alone escape.

She let out a soft mewl, whimpering as the thigh disappeared from between her legs. "Is it over...?"

"There's no need to look so disappointed. We're just getting started." The frontal Ms. Violet took Clara's leash, and she smiled at her. "Why don't you follow me over to the bed?"

"Mnhhh..." Clara moaned, and she nodded.

Led by her leash, she followed Ms. Violet over to the soft bed. As the other woman climbed up onto it and leaned back against the pillow mountain at the back, Clara crawled in front of her, kneeling on all fours before the other woman.

"That's a good look for my adorable little 'pet'," Ms. Violet said, and she spread her legs, hiking up her skirt to reveal a pair of black lace panties. "Why don't you service your mistress?"

"Mnhhh..." Clara nodded. She couldn't even form words, but she crawled down between Violet's spread thighs, cheeks flushed. As she breathed heavily, she peeled back the elegant underwear of the witch, exposing a soft, puffy mound beneath.

Arousal wet her panties, just like it did Clara's, and the sight of her mistress's arousal sent Clara's libido into overdrive. Her eyes rolled up in her head, and she leaned down, breathing in the deep musk of Ms. Violet's crotch.

The witch had a short patch of purple pubic hair above her mons. It had to be dyed, as Violet's regular hair was raven black, but Clara didn't think about such things. She closed the distance between her nose and the trimmed mound, and she gave a sniff, basking in the smell.

"That's good, dear..." Ms. Violet placed one hand on the back of Clara's head, gently stroking her hair. "Why don't you warm me up?"

"Mnhhh..." Clara nodded, and she pushed her tongue between Violet's folds. With a slow lick, she found the bump of Ms. Violet's clit, and she swirled her tongue around it, licking at the sensitive button from every side.

"Good girl..." Violet's smile widened, and her grip on the back of Clara's head tightened. "That's it..."

Ms. Violet leaned back against the pillows, and she shifted her hips up, allowing Clara better access. With each lick of Clara's tongue, the amethyst witch gave a soft sigh, and she relaxed into the bedding.

The sound of her satisfied sighs sent sparks of satisfaction tingling through Clara's brain. With the choker and leash still connected to her neck, she truly felt like a pet. Her fantasy from back in the shop felt like it was coming true, and she felt even hornier because of it.

"Mnh... Mnh..." Clara moaned with each lick, bobbing her head up and down.

"Now, how should I mess with you, I wonder..." Ms. Violet gave a soft giggle, and her eyes narrowed down at Clara. "I think I need to give you some new triggers, since that's what I did to Abi. It's only fair, after all."

Clara continued to lick, unable to comprehend Violet's complicated words. All she knew was how good it felt to lick, and her mind melted into a blissful haze as she sucked and swirled her tongue around Ms. Violet's clit. Her own dripping pussy felt better and better as she serviced her mistress.

"We're here too," said a Violet clone from behind Clara.

"Why don't we help tease this little pet some more?"

"An excellent idea, as I would expect from me." Ms. Violet flashed her smile at her clones. "Then, let's do this. Clara, when anyone kisses you, you'll immediately orgasm. The intensity of it becomes stronger or weaker, depending on how deep the kiss is."

"Mn?" Clara raised an eyebrow, but she nodded, instantly accepting the new trigger.

[ New Trigger: Kissing → Orgasm ]

"I think that means it's our time to kiss some butt, sis." The first Violet clone smiled at the other.

"I think you're right, sis."

The two clones leaned down and planted their purple-painted lips on Clara's ass. With a quick peck, they planted a kiss on her cheeks, then another. Every time they did it, they left purple lip marks on Clara's butt, and they covered her two cheeks in kisses.

"Mnhhh? Mnhhh.... Mnh~" Clara moaned louder, and her eyes fell into a half-lidded lull.

Instantly, the light kisses on her butt sent her into an orgasm, then another. She came over and over as the endless waves of ecstasy washed through her ass. Her pussy, which hadn't even been touched yet, became a twitching mess, clenching and unclenching inside her panties. Her hips practically melted in pleasure as she pushed into the kiss-fueled orgasms.

"That's it, but don't forget to keep licking, dear." Ms. Violet smiled down at her, and Clara nodded.

Dutifully, she continued lapping at her mistress's pussy. Every lick felt better than the last as the orgasms continued to wash through her.

Minutes seemed to blur together, and Clara got lost in the waves of ecstasy. She didn't know how long she knelt there, licking and receiving soft kisses on her butt, but it felt like hours. Her mind turned to a soft mush as the endless parade of orgasms washed through her. Only her soft mewling-moans filled her head, and she focused entirely on pleasuring Ms. Violet's sex and receiving the kisses.

"I think that's enough. I'm warmed up now." After a while, Ms. Violet pushed Clara's head back, and she smiled down at her. "Are you ready for your last reward, my little 'pet'?"

"Yeshhh..." Clara nodded in a daze, staring up at the piercing purple eyes of the other witch.

"Then it's time for you to climb onto my lap, dear." Ms. Violet snapped her fingers, and a thick cock grew out from between her legs. Where her clit was, a large member sprouted from her hips, even creating a pair of balls with them.

Clara stared at the massive member, and she shuddered. It was thicker than Abi's and much longer. Just the sight of it sent a chill down her spine, and her breathing came in soft pants, eyes half-lidded in lust. Despite the endless orgasms she had just received, she couldn't help but want it inside her. She wanted to feel Ms. Violet's girth in her pussy.

"Yes, Mistress." Clara swallowed, and she pushed herself up, climbing onto Ms. Violet's lap.

She held her hips over the enormous member, and the two clones took her side, gently supporting her. They embraced her arms and gave her an encouraging nod. "Go ahead, 'pet'."

"This is your final service to our mistress, 'pet'." The other clone whispered the words in Clara's ear. "Cherish the honor."

"Ah..." Clara let out one last moan, and she sank down on the member, taking it deep inside her.

The instant it filled her, waves of pleasure washed through her hips. It felt far more intense than the tiny orgasms the clones had given her. It felt like she was rising towards a new peak of pleasure with each inch it plunged into her sex.

Clara began pumping her hips, and it felt like she was toppling over the edge, like at any moment she would fall into yet another orgasm, but release never came. The heights of ecstasy only kept growing taller, as if she were hurtling towards a precipice far higher than anything she had experienced before.

"Good girl." The Ms. Violet in front of her smiled at Clara, and she began moving her hips, thrusting up into her. "You're such a cute 'pet'."

"MnghhhhH!" Clara shouted out, and she matched Violet's rhythm, bobbing her hips in time with Ms. Violet's thrusts. Over and over, she took the cock deep inside of her, assisted by the clones on either side, of course. "This feels too good! Oh... I'm coming- No, I'm- Ah! I feel so good!"

She could have sworn she toppled over the edge, but it only kept feeling better. Clara's heart pounded in her ears, and she lost sight of the surrounding world. It felt like she went blind, unable to see anything but the piercing purple eyes of Ms. Violet and the pleasure of the cock inside her sex.

"Mngh... Mngh- Mnh- Mmmmm...!" Clara slammed down her hips as hard as she could, hilting the enormous cock inside her. It felt inconceivable that she was taking something so large with such ease, but it must have been the witch's magic.

After that, Clara once more lost track of time. She could have sworn an entire day passed like that, taking Ms. Violet's cock in an endless haze of sexual passion.

Drops of sweat beaded on her body and stained the sheets. Her dress, which she had hiked up at first, fell down and became a scrunched-up belt around her waist, little more than a forgotten vestige of a time when Clara cared about modesty.

Her moans grew louder and louder as the pleasure continued to rise. The peak of ecstasy grew nearer, yet indescribably far. However, eventually, she felt herself getting close. The long-awaited orgasm began to tremble through her, like a physical force rippling through her body.

Clara's rhythm grew uneven, and her moans came out in gasping pants. The closer she got to the orgasm, the more unstable she felt, as if her entire world were about to come crashing down. After building up for what felt like an entire day, the thought of orgasming was terrifying. Her thighs trembled, and tremors twitched through her sex. However, she couldn't stop it even if she wanted to.

"That's a good 'pet'," the clone next to her left said.

"Come for your mistress," the clone on her right said.

"I'm coming... Oh god, I'm coming. At last, oh- oh god!" Clara threw back her head, mouth open in a silent scream, and then she toppled over the edge.

"Come for me, my little kitten." Ms. Violet grabbed Clara's hips and pulled them down in one last thrust, hilting inside her.

Waves of contractions washed through Clara's body, and she felt Ms. Violet come inside her. As the hot seed filled her sex, Clara's eyes rolled up in her head. Every muscle in her body shook with ecstasy, and her pussy clenched down around the hot member of Ms. Violet's cock.

Over and over, the magma-like seed filled her deepest parts, and Clara toppled into an orgasm with each spurt. Her entire world disappeared, replaced with the singular feeling of Ms. Violet's seed filling her sex. For what felt like minutes, she arched her back, basking in a feeling of intense euphoria, and then Ms. Violet kissed her.

"Mnphh?" Clara was pulled into the embrace, and her mind spun as the purple witch's lips pressed into her own. The tongue of the other woman explored her mouth, and she went far deeper than anything Clara had experienced ever before.

Compared to the light kisses on her ass, this was on another level, and it sent her toppling into another massive orgasm.

She clenched down around the member inside her, panting through her nose. As the kiss stretched out, Clara moaned into the other woman's mouth, letting out soft mewls as the waves of ecstasy filled her. Over and over, she twitched as the fullness of cock inside her combined with the deep, orgasm-inducing kiss, and then she collapsed, falling limply into Ms. Violet's arms.

"Good girl..." Ms. Violet's clones whispered the words in her ears, giving her soft praise. However, the original continued the kiss. Even as Clara lay in an exhausted heap in her arms, she continued the kiss, pushing her into one orgasm after another and causing her pussy to twitch around her cock.

Clara didn't know how long she lay there, half-passed out as the orgasms rippled through her, but she basked in the strange warmth of the other woman's arms, unable to do anything but moan into the endless deep kiss.

|| -- Chapter 35 -- ||

"Welcome back, Clara." Abi stood at the counter of the shop, and she smiled as Clara emerged from the back room.

"Thank you," Clara smiled back at her. "I hope my orgasm wasn't too startling, was it? I forgot to warn you through my thoughts."

She had gotten so engrossed with Ms. Violet's 'payment' she had forgotten to tell Abi when she was going to come. Since she hadn't warned her beforehand, her orgasm must have been unexpected for her, but Abi shook her head.

"It's fine. I'm used to your random orgasms by now," Abi said, but a slight blush tinted her cheeks. "Just... maybe you can use some cleaning magic when we get out of this shop."

"Oh, yeah. Sure." Clara noticed a stain in the crotch of Abi's shorts, likely from the unexpected orgasm. Since she didn't have time to catch it in anything, Abi must have released her load right into her panties, and Clara's cheeks grew hot at the thought.

For a few seconds, they stood in front of each other, blushing, and then the shopkeeper returned.

"Well, this concludes my services today," she said. "Is there anything else I can do for you two fine young ladies?"

Ms. Violet wore her dark robes again, obscuring her features and covering her curvy body. She looked exactly like when they first met, but Clara blinked in surprise at the sight. After spending so long doing... favors for her, she found it odd for the shopkeeper to continue hiding her identity, but Clara supposed it must have been her way of doing things.

"I think we're all good," Abi said. "Ready to get going, Clara?"

"Oh, uhm..." Clara hesitated at Abi's prompting, and she glanced around herself, staring at all the magic items in the shop. It seemed like it would be a waste to leave the shop without buying anything. "How about we look at the merchandise?"

"Clara..." Abi's blush grew deeper, and she shook her head. (All these items are cursed. There's no way we can buy anything.)

"But the curses would make them even more fun," Clara said. "Wait- Ah, I didn't mean to say that."

Her ears grew hot as she realized her 'honesty choker' had forced her to confess her inner thoughts. The thought of purchasing cursed items shouldn't have sounded appealing, yet the world was so lewd, Clara couldn't help but harbor a certain curiosity towards the shop's items. A fresh flicker of anticipation built between her legs as she imagined what all the items would do.

"Listen, we..." Abi's blush grew even deeper at Clara's words. (Dammit, I can't think straight. Every time I think about this shop, I remember when I secretly triggered one of the cursed items...)

(Oh? Did you have an adventure while I was gone?) Clara smiled at Abi. (And here you are acting all high and mighty about these curses.)

(I didn't mean for you to hear those thoughts...) Abi pursed her lips, staring back at her silently, but Clara couldn't help but find the sight cute. Abi's ears stood out bright red against her blonde hair, looking absolutely adorable.

"Perhaps you're the one who really wants to purchase something?" Clara stepped closer, and she placed her hands on Abi's hips, pulling their bodies tightly together and forcing her breasts to squish against Abi's chest. "Are you just acting coy, I wonder?"

(Goddammit, Clara was in there for so long, and now I'm all pent up...) Abi stared back at Clara, breathing heavily. (I wanna come inside her so badly...)

"I want to fuck you right here and right now..." Clara whispered the words into Abi's ear, and she smiled. "I can't help but imagine myself pushing you down and sliding that filthy cock of yours inside my pussy. The only cleaning magic you'll need is my wet and messy sex."

(Oh no, what am I saying!?) Clara's cheeks burned hot as the words tumbled out of her mouth. All of it was true, but she never would have said it without the honesty choker forcing her to. The shy half of her personality screamed out in embarrassment at what she said, and she pulled back, staring at Abi with wide, nervous eyes.

(I-I know it's the choker, but still...) Abi stared back at Clara with ears even brighter red than before, and she breathed heavily through her nose. (It's hard not to take you up on the offer.)

(Please just ignore what I said...) Clara shook her head, and she tried to step back, but Abi caught her hand.

"When we get back to my tent, you'll be able to scream as loud as you want." Abi gave her a knowing look and nodded. "Just hold on until then, and we can have fun for as long as we want."

"Okay..." Clara said in a squeak. At the words 'scream as loud as you want', she reflexively clenched, and her already burning embarrassment grew even worse, yet her anticipation was even higher. She felt like steam must have been coming off her head in plumes.

(I need to keep myself together as well.) Abi thought to herself. Despite how confidently she spoke, the faint blush continued to burn red in her cheeks.

For what felt like an eternity, they stared at each other while blushing, but the shopkeeper interrupted them.

"If you'd like to purchase something, you can have it on the house," she said. "In fact, I can give you recommendations for ones that don't have curses of binding on them. If you don't enjoy their effects, you'll be able to take them off."

"We couldn't accept such generosity," Abi said, shaking her head.

"That sounds great," Clara said. "I really want to get an item, don't you, Abi?"

"I think this conversation is going in circles..." Abi's cheeks grew even darker red, and she shook her head more vigorously. "The magic items in this shop could be dangerous."

"But she said she'll tell us if they're cursed. We can always remove them. Isn't it worth a look around? I'm so horny I want to put on another cursed item," Clara said, and the last part was definitely from the choker of honesty, but she was too aroused to care anymore. "Please, Abi? Let's at least take a look."

"Fine..." Abi relented at last, and she nodded. "We'll look around at the items, but that's all."

|| -- Chapter 36 -- ||

"Oh, this looks cool," Clara said, and she picked up an item off the counter.

It had a bulbous end that tapered into an hourglass at the base. The bottom of the item had a pink diamond gem inlaid in it, and it formed a heart shape with the crystal, giving a cutesy feeling to the item. The polished metal body had a fine finish to it too, and Clara could see her face in the reflective stainless steel.

"C-Clara, put that down." Abi grabbed the item out of her hands and put it back on the counter. "We're not getting that."

"Uh? Why not?" Clara turned to her, puffing out her cheeks. "It's cute, isn't it?"

"It is, but..." Abi glanced at the bulbous shape of the toy. Between the glimmering pink heart-shaped gem at the base and the girthy metal body, Abi's cheeks pinked. Her face flushed a deep crimson, and she shook her head. "We're not getting that."

"But it's so cuteeee..." Clara picked it back up, and she pinched the tapered hourglass part of it between two fingers. "It's almost like a wand, right?"

She swung it back and forth, giving it a swish and flick. However, Abi flinched each time she pointed the bulbous end of the toy at her. With each motion of the item, her eyes followed it like glue, swinging back and forth with Clara's haphazard motions.

"We're not getting that..." Abi said, her face turning a deep crimson. "Pick something else."

"Not until you tell me why." Clara pointed the bulbous end directly at Abi's face. "What's wrong with it?"

"That's, uhm..." Abi's ears turned bright red as the girthy end of the toy came to a stop before her eyes, and she went cross-eyed just staring at it. "That's... a..."

(That's a butt plug!) Abi glared at Clara, and she sent the words through their telepathic connection. (Are you trying to get us in more trouble with the guards? Just choose something normal, like that dagger or scarf.)

"I know what it is..." Clara said, and she gave Abi a knowing smile. "My question was, why don't you want me to get it?"

She stepped closer to Abi, embracing her, and she whispered the words directly into her ear, letting her breath tickle Abi's neck.

As Clara's large breasts pushed against her chest, Abi stiffened. She went rigid in Clara's embrace, and her cock also got hard. After waiting for over an hour for Clara to do a 'favor' for the shopkeeper, she couldn't help getting backed up. Even with the shared orgasm she experienced from Cara only fifteen minutes prior, her raging erection desired release. The orgasm didn't feel like nearly enough. She needed to come inside Clara to find release, and with her soft body pressing against hers, hip pushing against her crotch, Abi's eyes rolled up in her head.

"Mnn..." She let out a stifled moan, and a shiver ran down her back. (When did Clara get so forward like this?)

"I can't wait..." Clara said into her ear. "I want to do something kinky. Won't you walk back with this butt plug inside you? Do it for me, Abi."

Clara's hot breath in her ear was too much. Abi felt like she was on the verge of coming just with Clara's hip pushing between her legs and rubbing against her erection. If she didn't do something quick, she'd make a second mess of her panties, and the thought sent her cheeks burning. Even more than the thought of getting a butt plug, she didn't want to come from something so mundane as a hug.

(I'm so on edge for some reason...) Abi thought to herself.

Ever since going into the backroom with the shopkeeper, which she could barely remember the events of, she had felt strangely sensitive and pent up. All she could think about was coming inside Clara. Even more than having sex with her, she felt like she needed to release a load right into Clara, even if it meant they needed to do a quickie behind the magic shop.

(I like this new side of you.) Clara thought to her, and she pulled back from the embrace, smiling up at her. (That bold confidence of yours is nice, but this bashful attitude of yours isn't too bad either.)

"We can get the butt plug, fine..." Abi looked away, blushing even harder under Clara's gaze. Her heart pounded in her ears, and she struggled to breathe between the intense yearning in her chest and the raging erection in her panties.

"Yay!" Clara's smile widened even further, and she danced up to the register of the magic shop. "We'll take this."

"Very good." Ms. Violet nodded, and she pulled out a second item from beneath the counter. "You may also take this. Consider it a personal gift for my two cutest customers."

"What's this?" Clara tilted her head at the item.

It was a short black box, only a centimeter tall. She opened it to find two earrings inside, onyx and diamond earrings sitting side by side. Clara's eyes widened at the jewelry, and she turned toward Abi excitedly.

"Aren't these cute?" She asked, and she showed the items to Abi, tilting the box at her. The two earrings had a heart shape to them, and they were studs, with no chain to dangle from.

"They are pretty, and they don't look like they'd impede a fight," Abi said. "I don't see any reason we couldn't take them, but what do they do?"

"That's a secret, unfortunately. You'll have to try them on to find out." The shopkeeper said and gave a gentle bow of her head. "If you don't like them, though, you can always return them."

"I see..." Abi nodded slowly. "I guess it's fine to take them. We can try them tomorrow and see if we like them."

"Yay!" Clara held the box over her head, beaming. "Now we get two magic items from the shop."

"Speaking of which, what does this... plug... do?" Abi asked, blushing, and she motioned towards the metal butt plug on the counter. (I can't believe I agreed without knowing what it did...)

"That is a treasure-detecting item," the shopkeeper said. "It vibrates when near treasure."

"I see..." Abi's crimson cheeks turned even darker as she stared at the butt plug. (That's useful, but why does it have to vibrate? I'm not good with butt plugs, least of all vibrating ones.)

Her cock twitched reflexively, and tingles of anticipation raced through her throbbing erection. The thumping heartbeat in her ears continued to grow louder as Abi imagined the toy inside herself. She had a weak spot for anal, and the thought of the hard, heavy metal bulb buzzing against her prostate made a dribble of precum stain her panties.

Clara had just cleaned up her previous mess, but Abi felt the new stain growing, and she swallowed slowly. "Uhm, maybe we should get going. We wanna get home before sunset, right Clara?"

"The sun's already set. What's the rush?" Clara asked. "Besides, I want to see you walking around with a butt plug. Let's put it in now."

"I don't have any problem with that," the shopkeeper said. "Nobody will see you in here, so you should be safe. Go ahead and insert it now."

"Hold on, I didn't agree to this..." Abi swallowed heavily, glancing at the butt plug and then back at Clara. "Are you serious?"

"Do you really need to ask?" Clara stepped closer, and she once more whispered into Abi's ear. "I'm smothered in these panties, Abi. I want to see you with this plug so bad. By the time we get home, I want you barely able to walk with that raging erection between your legs."

"I see..." Abi said, and she swallowed heavily. The tingling anticipation built between her legs, and her cock strained against the inside of her panties, leaking precum and twitching uncontrollably. The pounding in her heart felt like it would explode, and the deep blush of embarrassment in her face felt unbearable, but Abi nodded. "Very well. I'll put it in, if that's what you want, Clara."

(Ahhhh! This honesty choker is making me say such lewd things!!!!) Clara stepped back, silently blushing back at Abi. (I'm glad it lets me whisper them to Abi, but I didn't want to force her like this.)

(I-It's fine...) Abi looked away, timidly staring at the ground. (You aren't forcing me... 'Tempting' might be a bit more apt.)

She turned around and unbuttoned the front of her shorts. With a slow motion, she pushed them down to her knees and bent forward, leaning against a display counter and showing her butt to Clara and the shopkeeper.

"If you want to put it in, then do it," Abi said, heart pounding in her ears. She could have inserted it herself, but just thinking about anal stuff made her weak-kneed. With her already raging erection, she didn't trust herself to put it in without having a premature accident.

"Don't mind if I do..." Clara took the butt plug, and she stepped up to Abi's awaiting rear, but the shopkeeper stopped her.

"Before you do, let me teach you a new spell." She stepped up to the other side of Abi's hips and nodded down to Clara. "Whenever you have a toy or something large and you're not sure it will fit, you'll want to use some magic to make sure it goes smoothly. Repeat after me, 'take it like a good girl'."

"Take it like a good girl?" Clara asked, repeating the words.

"That's correct, and you'll need to imagine the toy going in smoothly while activating your magic." The shopkeeper took Abi's panties and pulled them down, exposing her smooth rear opening. "Try it."

"What kind of weird magic is that--" Abi began to protest, but the tip of the metal plug pressed against her opening, and her back arched reflexively. "Ohh..."

"Take it like a good girl, Abi..." Clara smiled down at her, and she pushed the cold metal into Abi. Even with no preparation, the bulbous, shiny metal slid into her without issue.

Every inch of it made Abi's eyes flutter, and a shiver ran down her spine. It felt like the toy was self-lubricating, as if a thin sheen of lubrication suddenly covered it when the spell activated, and the toy slipped into her surprisingly easily. Even with its large, bulbous girth, her opening easily stretched to accommodate it. However, that wasn't what made her shudder.

The words 'good girl', made her brain short-circuit. Especially because it was Clara saying it, someone who had seemed so innocent until recently. It made the position all the more humiliating, and tingles of pleasure rippled out of her ass. As the cold metal weight of the plug pressed against her prostate, she came instantly.

"Mnnnhhhhhhh..." Abi's eyes rolled up in her head, and a spurt of seed shot down onto the floor, then another.

Her ass clenched around the toy, grinding it harder against the underside of her cock and making her G-spot twitch uncontrollably. Spurt after spurt of seed shot from her cock, sending tingling pleasure out of her tip and making her head spin. The orgasm was so immediate and sudden; it left her no time to think about what she was doing. Instead, she let out a loud moan and gave in to her urges, letting out all her seed down onto the shop floor.

"What a mess..." the shopkeeper said, tutting at her. "You too, Clara. It seems you've lost control as well."

"Ah... I didn't expect Abi to come so easily..." Clara clenched her legs together, wetness dripping down her thighs. As the shared orgasm washed through her, she stuffed two hands between her legs, shuddering and moaning softly under her breath. "Wow..."

|| -- Chapter 37 -- ||

"Uhm, Clara..." Abi stood up, and she turned back to face Clara.

As she turned around, her shorts and panties fell down to her feet, leaving her naked from the lower half down. Her cock, which had just reached orgasm, remained stiff and twitched up and down. Despite a dribble of seed running down her shaft, it remained just as erect as when she'd come.

"Is something wrong?" Clara tilted her head, looking up and down at Abi.

"It's vibrating," Abi said under her breath, and her eyes fluttered. The twitches in her cock only grew more extreme, and her member bobbed up and down. "The plug is vibrating."

The dull sound of buzzing filled the air, and Clara's eyes widened. "Oh..."

"That must be my shop," Ms. Violet said, and she stepped up behind Clara. "The items here are 'treasure' until they're discovered. Your new toy is detecting that and activating."

Abi shuddered, wordlessly staring ahead. Her eyes went glassy as the vibrating plug buzzed against her prostate. With each passing moment, her breathing grew heavier, and her nipples stood on end, tenting beneath her white crop top.

The sight made Clara blush, and she rubbed her thighs together. "Abi looks so cute like this..."

"Clara..." Abi's eyes refocused, and she met Clara's gaze, biting her lip. "I can't hold back..."

Her back arched, and she thrust her hips forward. As Clara watched, a dribble of seed ran from her tip, dripping down the length of her member. Even without being touched, she began leaking cum as her cock continued to twitch.

"Mn..." Clara let out a mewl as she felt a mini orgasm wash through their telepathic connection. Reflexively, she clenched her thighs together and shuddered. "Wow, you're really sensitive with your ass, aren't you, Abi?"

"I'm not..." Abi paused and shook her head. "I'm not normally this sensitive. Oh god..."

Another dribble of seed ran from her twitching tip, and the mini-orgasm washed through them both at the same time. Abi shuddered, and Clara took a sharp breath. For a few long seconds, they stared at each other, blushing as the shared orgasm sent waves of pleasure through their bodies.

"Perhaps you should hurry back," the shopkeeper said, smiling. "It'll take a bit to get out of range of my shop, so you'll want to start while your legs still work."

"Yeah... Let's head back to your tent, Abi." Clara said, her cheeks burning a furious red. (Then we can get serious.)

It had been so long since they had sex. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt Abi inside her. It must have been the previous night, or when they'd had sex with the magistrate, but that seemed like ages ago. Clara fidgeted nervously, thinking about what they'd do when they got back to the tent, but Abi shook her head.

"I don't think I'll last," Abi said, letting out a heavy sigh. "I'm already--"

Yet another dribble of seed erupted from her tip, sending a mini-orgasm through them both. As the vibrating butt plug pulsed against her anal G-spot, Abi's breathing grew heavier and her eyes fell back into a glassy stare, unable to focus.

"You look so cute, Abi..." Clara felt her honesty choker activate once more, and she stepped forward, whispering the words in Abi's ear. "I like how pent up you look. Even with all these orgasms, you can't help yourself. It's adorable. I'm so wet watching you. I think I'll go insane trying to hold myself back."

"Mnghh..." Abi let out a mewl as she felt Clara's breath pour down her neck. Every whispered syllable in her ear made her cock twitch harder, and her knees nearly gave out, trembling together.

"However, that's exactly why I want you to hold yourself back," Clara said. "By the time we get home, we'll both be so horny we can't even think. Doesn't that sound nice?"

"Mnnn..." Abi gave a nod, and she let out a shuddering breath. "Yes."

With that, Clara took Abi's hand, and she guided her out of the magic shop. Even if it was the honesty choker forcing her to say those things, she meant every word. The thought of walking home with Abi getting teased by her butt plug left her panties a damp mess.

--

It was a warm, muggy night. After a full day of sunshine, the evening air had yet to cool, and a thick mist rolled in.

Abi stepped out of the magic shop, and she flinched as the muggy air hit her skin. Droplets of the mist mixed with sweat, and beads of moisture formed on her skin, running down her neck and legs. It felt miserable, yet oddly arousing. As the mist and sweat ran down her skin, it felt like tiny tongues licking across her body.

"Is something wrong?" Clara asked. She turned back to Abi, foot poised over the bottom step of the magic shop stairs. "If you really don't want to do this, we could take the toy out."

Abi's pulse quickened at the mention of the toy. Her cock, which was trapped in her suffocating shorts, twitched reflexively. Her panties felt like an oven around her erection, holding in the pulsing, aroused heat throbbing between her legs. It was miserable, yet oddly arousing.

"I'm fine," Abi said, shaking her head. "One little butt plug isn't anything to worry about."

She had done plenty of anal before. She was an expert in it. The thought of her, of all people, getting weak-kneed at a little buzzing piece of metal was laughable. Even if that vibrating bulbous shape was pressed against her g-spot, there was no way she should be hesitating. However, as the heavy shape of the butt plug ground against her prostate, a fresh dribble of seed leaked out of her tip, staining the inside of her panties.

"Mn-" Clara's eyes widened, and she let out a surprised moan, barely restraining her voice.

As the mini-orgasm washed through her, Abi shuddered with her. They both blushed at each other, feeling the shared arousal and pleasure racing between their legs. For a few seconds, an awkward silence stretched out, then Abi shook her head.

"Let's get going," she said, and she walked down the steps of the magic shop on shaky knees. The sooner they left the shop, the less she had to worry about the treasure triggering the butt plug.

With the heavy bulb continuing to vibrate, she would only experience more of the mini-orgasms. The strange 'pent-up' feeling she had been feeling only seemed to get worse with each passing second. Despite the countless orgasms she had already gone through, her cock remained stubbornly erect.

"Yeah," Clara nodded, and she took Abi's hand. "Let's get going."

They headed down the street and out towards the forest, where Abi's tent was. It was slow going, and they needed to take breaks as Abi mini-orgasmed every few dozen meters. After only a few minutes of walking, they paused under a light pole to catch their breath.

"You're awfully sensitive in your ass, huh?" Clara asked. "I didn't expect us to need so many breaks."

"I'm not normally this sensitive," Abi said, and she squeezed Clara's hand in hers. "Ever since I finished doing the favor for the shopkeeper, I've felt strangely sensitive."

Abi clenched her ass around the bulbous toy, grinding the girth up against her prostate. Even without it being activated, the heavy metal body sent a chill down Abi's spine. Her cock gave a fresh spurt of seed inside her panties, letting out her pent-up urges in a moment of brief ecstasy.

"Mnn..." Clara nodded, eyes fluttering as she experienced the shared orgasm. "I don't have any complaints, though."

"I do," Abi said, and she took a shuddering breath as the afterglow of the mini-orgasm flooded her brain with endorphins. "At this rate, it'll take us all night to get back."

She glanced up, staring at the dark sky. The thick mist obscured the stars, but Abi found something pretty about the sight. As the light of the pole light faded into the mist, it looked like an endless gray void above her, stretching out as far as the eye could see.

"Let's get going, then." Clara nodded, and she gave Abi's hand a squeeze back.

Together, they continued down the path towards the forest, but it felt far longer than any time Abi had walked it before. They continued on and on, and her arousal grew more intense with each passing moment. The mist, which mixed with her sweat and formed droplets, ran down her belly, breasts, and thighs, feeling like tongues licking at her skin.

She let out small mewls, and her legs shook with each step. Despite herself, she couldn't stop clenching around the thick butt plug, pushing it harder against her prostate and grinding it against the twitching G-spot. Every time she did, a small spurt of seed would erupt from her tip, staining the inside of her panties and forcing them to stop, both experiencing the mini-orgasm simultaneously.

It felt like the hellish teasing would continue forever. However, just when Abi was about to give in and ask Clara to have sex on the side of the road, a voice called out to them.

"Oh, would you look at that?" Freja, the guardswoman who punished them earlier, emerged from the fog. "Abi, Clara, what brings you out here so late at night?"

The sight of the vice-captain of the guards made a chill run down Abi's spine. She was the last person she wanted to meet, especially when she was constantly experiencing mini-orgasms. If she found out she was coming her brains out on the side of the street, she'd get charged with yet another bout of public indecency.

(Clara, you need to cover for me.) Abi sent the words through their telepathic connection, and Clara nodded back at her.

"Ms. Guard, we were just on our way back to our camp. What brings you out here?" Clara asked.

"I was on a patrol in the forest, but it's a small world. I didn't know you and Abi camped out on this side of town." Freja came to a stop, placing one hand on the hilt of her sword, and the sight made Abi's heart drop.

It was clear she was intending to chat, but it was the worst possible timing. The squirming, twitching urges between her legs threatened to overwhelm her. If she clenched down around the butt plug now, she'd definitely come, and then they'd both get found out.

Abi took a deep breath, and a cold sweat broke out on her forehead. As the throbbing, pulsing urges in her cock continued to grow, her eyes rolled up in her head, and her lips parted, heart pounding in her ears. The urge to clench nearly overwhelmed her, and only the last threads of her sanity held her back from indulging in another mini-orgasm.

"Is Abigail okay? She looks... distracted." Freja tilted her head at Abi, furrowing her brow. "If she's sick, I could wake the town doctor for you."

"No, that's alright." Clara stepped in front of her, giving a nervous laugh. "She's just tired. It's been a long day, you know?"

(I'm sorry, Clara.) Abi clenched down around the girth of the plug, grinding her prostate against the hard metal body of the toy. Instantly, she toppled into a mini-orgasm, but it felt so much more intense than all the ones that came before.

With Freja standing before them, the thrill of trying to hide her orgasm only made it more intense, and two spurts of seed shot out of her cock, causing a mewling moan to escape Abi's lips. Her back arched, and she shuddered as a dark stain formed in the crotch of her shorts.

"Mnghh..." Clara gave a similar shudder, clenching her knees together. As the orgasm hit her, she stopped mid-sentence to let out the humiliating moan, and her eyes rolled up in her head.

"You two..." Freja blushed, staring at them. "Just what is going on here?!"

"I'm sorry, I tried to lie to you." Clara shook her head, panting for breath. "Abi has a magic butt plug inside her, and it's making her come. The shared orgasms are affecting us both, and it's making it so hard to get back to our tent."

"You were walking through town with a butt plug in?" Freja's voice rose several octaves, and she shook her head. "That clearly violates the law against public indecency."

"I-It was outside the village," Abi said. "We visited a magic shop, and the- Oh god..."

She gave a fresh shudder, cock twitching uncontrollably inside her shorts. Over and over, her erection rubbed against the slick inside of her underwear, and the sensation sent a shiver down Abi's spine. Her words trailed off as tingles of pleasure raced through her hip.

"We bought an accessory at the magic shop that detects treasure," Clara said. "Abi had it installed, and we were gonna walk home with it. I thought it would be hot, so I convinced her to do it. If anyone deserves punishment, it's me."

"What the..." Freja shook her head at them. "I barely followed any of that. For now, though, you're both coming with me."

"Wait, please..." Clara spread out her arms in front of Abi protectively. "It really is my fault. If I hadn't gotten involved with the demon, we never would have gone to the magic shop, and Abi wouldn't have ended up in this state."

"The demon, that's right..." Freja furrowed her brow at her.

"Please, give us a little mercy," Abi said, recovering from her orgasm. "We were heading straight back to my tent. We didn't think we'd run into anyone."

"Hm..." Freja released the hilt of her sword, and she rubbed her chin. "The existence of a demon takes importance over a little public indecency. Since you were heading back to your tent, I'll consider overlooking this. Am I the only one you ran across?"

"Yes, we haven't seen a soul besides you," Clara said.

"Public indecency can't be charged if a third party isn't there to witness the acts. Since we'll be working together, I'll consider myself part of your party, and that'll give us an exception for the rules." Freja gave a nod, as if satisfied by her logic. "However, you had better go straight back to your tent, and you better meet me tomorrow morning. I want to get to the bottom of this so-called 'demon' you speak of."

"Thank you," Clara smiled, and she nodded.

Abi breathed a sigh of relief at the guard woman's words. However, as she relaxed, she clenched down around the toy reflexively, and she instantly toppled into yet another mini-orgasm. Even as Freja stood there, they both moaned, clenching their legs together as they came together.

Thankfully, Freja overlooked that one as well.

|| -- Chapter 38 -- ||

Abi stumbled into the tent, and she heaved a sigh of relief.

(We're finally back.) She thought to herself. The aching erection in her shorts left her mind spinning, and the continuous onslaught of mini-orgasms had made a mess of her underwear. Despite her best attempts to hold herself back, a growing damp stain had formed in the crotch of her shorts.

(That's right... We're finally back.) Clara sent her thoughts through their shared connection, and she stepped up behind Abi. "I wanna ravage that new sensitive body of yours, Abi."

Her words sent a shiver down Abi's spine. As Clara's hot breath hit the back of her neck, her eyes fluttered, and the repressed desires began spinning out of control once more. Inside her shorts, her cock twitched uncontrollably, and her breathing came in heavy pants.

"Clara, wait..." Abi said under her breath, but Clara's arms wrapped around her from behind, embracing her from behind.

"What's there to wait for?" Clara asked, and she slid one hand down over Abi's exposed midriff. Her fingers teased at the top of her shorts, massaging under the edge of the canvas fabric and slipping inside them. Up above, her other arm tightly squeezed Abi's torso and came to a rest just beneath her breasts.

(When did she get so forward?) Abi thought to herself, blushing. The sensual embrace was completely unlike the timid virgin she had met before. Despite having plenty of partners before, she found her mind going blank in Clara's hug.

The raging erection in her shorts was one thing, but the way her heart pounded was completely different than normal. Abi heard her pulse pounding in her ears, and despite the countless orgasms that had come before, a flutter of fresh anticipation ran between her legs. She felt just as sensitive as if she'd been abstaining for a month. A longing filled her chest, and not just for release. She needed Clara in a way she'd never felt before.

"Walking home with you got me so wet, Abi- Ah?" Clara began saying something, but Abi barely registered it.

She turned around and grabbed Clara, throwing her onto the small camper bed. The motion was so sudden, Clara let out a squeak of surprise, but before she could complain, Abi followed her up onto the bed, and she brought her face up to Clara's.

"I can't wait any longer," Abi said, whispering the words directly against Clara's lips. "I need you, Clara."

She closed the final distance and brought their lips into an embrace. The instant she did, Clara toppled into a mind-melting orgasm, and it washed through their shared telepathic connection. If Abi had a saner mind, she might have questioned why Clara was orgasming from just a kiss, but she didn't care anymore.

She moaned and reveled in the waves of pleasure. Her mind felt like a cloud of cotton candy, and each shift of her mouth against Clara's soft lips felt better than the last. Abi continued the kiss even as her cock twitched out load after load of seed into her shorts.

(What is this?) Clara thought to her. (Abi's mouth feels so... good.)

She moaned back into the kiss, and her eyes fluttered closed. As Abi lay on top of her, Clara wrapped her arms around her once more, squeezing her tight. Their chests squeezed together uncomfortably tight, yet the way it left her breathless only made Clara more aroused.

Without thinking, Clara spread her legs and shifted her hips up, grinding against Abi's bulge. The position made her dress hike up around her waist, and it exposed her underwear in an obscene display, but she couldn't care less about her disheveled state. She continued grinding the crotch of her black panties against Abi's bulge, and tingles of pleasure rippled out through her mons.

"I can't wait, either..." Clara said, and she pulled back from the kiss, staring up at Abi. "Let's get these clothes out of here."

"What are you doing-?" Abi's eyes widened in surprise as Clara reached for her wand.

She pulled the wooden stick out from the strap on her thigh, and she gave it a swish and flick. The moment she did, their clothes slid off their bodies, pulling away and tumbling down onto the ground in a pile. Clara hadn't read any spell like it in the book, but she was so horny and desperate for release, she thought up the spell on the spot and cast it without hesitation.

"There's no reason to hold back anymore," Clara said breathlessly. "Come."

She spread her legs wider and tightened her arms around Abi's upper half. However, Abi shook her head.

"You forgot to remove the butt plug," she said with a blush.

"I didn't forget anything." Clara smirked up at her, and Abi's lips pursed indignantly.

"Fine, if you want to play that way..." She reached down and guided her cock against Clara's slit, pushing in between her lips. "I won't go easy on you."

"Mngh..." Clara's eyes fluttered as she felt the tip of Abi's cock push up against her opening, and then she was entering her. The full length of Abi's member slipped inside her easily, and she clenched down around the fullness, squeezing Abi's cock tight in her pussy. "Yes..."

"I'm not going to hold back tonight." Abi said and grabbed Clara's thighs. She pushed them up, forcing Clara's knees up to her chest.

"Uhm, Abi..." Clara's cheeks flushed bright red at the position. With her knees up at her chest, it left her completely exposed. Especially with her toes pointed toward the roof of the tent, her ears grew hot at the embarrassing position. "What are you doing?"

"I'm teaching you a lesson," Abi said, and she bent down, bringing her face close to Clara's. As she did, her cock plunged even deeper inside her until Abi's hips smacked against Clara's and she hilted in her. "This lesson is called 'The Mating Press'."

"Mating what-? Ahh..." Abi began moving her hips, and she pounded against Clara. Each stroke was accompanied by a shlick 'slapping' sound as their two bodies smacked against each other, and a strange flutter ran through Clara's belly. (Mating Press...?)

She could do little more than squirm beneath Abi. With her legs pushed back, she was helpless as Abi pounded into her hips. However, the strange position let her go deeper than Clara had ever felt before, and her eyes rolled up in her head. Every slap of Abi's hips against hers made a tingle of satisfaction ripple through her pussy.

It felt good, far better than it should have. A shaky smile rose to Clara's lips, and she let out a shuddering breath. Even as she went cross-eyed from pleasure, she wrapped her legs around Abi and squeezed her tighter, basking in the sensation of her hips slamming against her. She'd never heard of the position before, but it left her mind spinning in the waves of pleasure it brought.

After that, time seemed to slip away from them. Clara lost track of her bearings or how long they continued fucking like that. With each swell of tingling pleasure between her legs, her mind drifted off into a comfortable haze, reveling in the feeling of Abi's naked body pounding against hers.

Her clit wasn't touched directly, but it throbbed comfortably. Each smack of Abi's hips seemed to reverberate through Clara's lower half, even reaching her sensitive button, and it made tingles of pleasure race out of the point. As the two waves of satisfaction swelled out from her sex and clit, it left her breathless, and she climbed towards an orgasm easily.

(I'm close...) Clara thought up to Abi, staring at her in the dim tent lighting. Despite only just lying beneath Abi, Clara's pulse pounded in her ears, and she panted for breath. Beads of sweat dripped off her body, mixing with Abi's and staining the sheets beneath them.

(Me too...) Abi thought back to Clara. (I'm already at my limit...)

"Come for me..." Clara said breathlessly.

"I'm..." Abi's cock twitched, and her eyes fluttered. "I'm... I'm coming!"

She slammed her hips into Clara's one last time, hilting inside her, and a burst of seed twitched out of her cock. At the same time, Clara toppled into her own orgasm, and she moaned, clenching around Abi's member. Their two bodies squeezed tight against each other, reveling in the shared pleasure, and their breaths came in gasping pants. Wave after wave of intoxicating satisfaction rolled through their bodies.

"Ah... Mngh..." Clara moaned and looked up at Abi with glassy eyes. As the contractions slowed between her legs, she gave a contented smile and breathed a sigh of relief. "That felt good."

"I'm not done, Clara..." Abi stared down at her with a similar glassy gaze, but a flicker of hunger remained in her eyes. "I can't... Ah... I need one more..."

She resumed her strokes, pumping in and out of Clara in fast pumps. Even as her seed overflowed from Clara's sex, she continued hilting inside her, moaning.

The sight of Abi lost in pleasure sent a shiver down Clara's back, but despite her own sex being oversensitive from the orgasm, she felt a flicker of warmth build in her belly once more. The arousal returned even stronger than before, and she let out a mewling cry, staring up at Abi.

(I need it too...) She thought to Abi. It felt like she could feel Abi's hunger through their shared telepathic connection. A carnal desire for release, and perhaps something more. It burned through their bodies and made Clara's chest tighten. (Give me it... Give me another one of your loads!)

They continued fucking for hours, well into the witching hours. As they got lost in the pleasure of their two bodies, the sound of their slapping hips could be heard in the forest, echoing between the silent trees. Despite the strange mist that hung over the village plateau, their cries of pleasure carried deep into the night.

--

Clara awoke to a chilly nip in the air. The tent flap fluttered gently in a crisp morning breeze, and goosebumps arose on her skin.

She turned on her side and patted the bed beside her, but all she found were empty sheets. The spot where Abi had lain was empty, and it made Clara furrow her brow. Even in her half-asleep state, she felt something was off about the empty state of the bed.

"Mngh... Abi..." Clara said under her breath, and she ran her fingers over the sheets of the bed, making sure she hadn't missed her between the layers of bedding. Only when she was sure Abi wasn't hiding beneath a pillow did Clara sit up.

(Where'd Abi go?) She thought to herself.

(I'm outside.) Abi said through their telepathic link.

Clara swung her legs out of bed, trying to get up, but she nearly fell to the ground. Her knees wobbled and threatened to give way. Even as she tried to stand up, her lower half felt like jelly. A soreness filled her hips, and she could still feel the aftereffects of the 'mating press' position. Despite how intense their orgasms had been, staying in the position for several hours left her legs sore, and her hips ached from how hard Abi had pounded against her.

"That's right..." Clara said under her breath. "We really went at it last night, huh?"

She grabbed her dress from where it had fallen on the ground and raised it up to the light. Stains covered the fabric, and her panties were in an even worse state. However, with a bit of magic, she quickly cleaned off the mess, returning it to a fresh, just-as-new state. She quickly put it on and reactivated the magic that held the fabric to her body.

"Did you wake up early?" Clara called out of the tent, and she stepped outside.

Abi sat beside a small campfire, and she nodded back. "Yeah, it was difficult to stay asleep. My dreams were... distracting, so I decided to start making breakfast."

A blush tinted Abi's cheeks as she mentioned her dream, but the smell of coffee tickled Clara's nose. A small pot of bitter-smelling coffee simmered in the campfire, and the sight of it immediately caught Clara's attention.

"Ooh, that looks good," she said and sat down beside Abi. "I'll take some."

Clara swung her wand, and she magically made a cup made of ice. It was a spell from the basic book given to her by Ms. Violet, and Clara had been meaning to try it out. The ice of the cup took on a clarity clearer than glass, and it looked almost like a shimmering distortion in the air. However, despite being made of ice, it wouldn't melt or chill one's fingers.

"Sure, here..." Abi poured out some of the coffee into Clara's mug and nodded. "We have that meeting with Freja today, don't we?"

"Oh yeah, we have to remember to go to that." Clara blew on the coffee, and she took a tentative sip. Thankfully, with the magic of the ice cup, it wasn't so hot as to burn her tongue, but it was still fairly hot--enough to make her cautious about taking a big sip.

"I've been meaning to ask about that," Abi said. "It seems like you and Freja talked while I was changing, so I missed some details, but what's this meeting about?"

"She's gonna help me look for the demon I saw," Clara said.

"You're searching for the demon from your dream, right?" Abi asked, and she took a sip of her own coffee.

"Not a dream, exactly..." Clara shook her head. "I think this place is more of a dream than the world I came from, you know?"

"Okay, right." Abi nodded, but she rolled her eyes. "Wherever you popped off to when you suddenly zoned out in the middle of the street, you saw some demons there. But what does that have to do with our meeting with Freja?"

"Well..." Clara said slowly, and she felt herself hesitate. It ought to have been safe since she wasn't wearing the unchastity belt anymore, but she blushed slightly at the thought of saying it still. "There's a demon in town."

"A demon? Here?" Abi shook her head. "That's crazy. This is a backwater village. There's no way there'd be a demon hanging around this place."

"There is, and it's someone we both know. When I... 'zoned out,' as you say, I saw a demon that looked exactly like someone from the village, and yesterday I confirmed it."

"Who is it, then?" Abi asked and furrowed her brow at Clara.

"Get this... The demon in town is... Selene." Clara smiled at the revelation. It was sure to be a shock to Abi. However, instead of surprise, Abi tilted her head in confusion.

"Who?" Abi raised an eyebrow at her and took another sip of coffee. "You're sure this person is a member of the village?"

"Selene? Of course she is." Clara returned a confused expression back at Abi. "She's a guild receptionist, after all."

"I've been an adventurer for a while now, Clara, and I know every receptionist that works for the guild," Abi said. "But I don't know of anyone named 'Selene'."

"Wh-What?" Clara's pulse quickened at Abi's words. "We ran into her yesterday, and the day before that was when I tried out her 'services'. You watched me get fucked by her strap-on!"

"I think I would remember if I got to see you get fucked by a strap-on." Abi gave a wry smile. "Are you sure you didn't dream this up? And here I was thinking my wet dream was bad..."

"Selene took in our quest rewards yesterday. You can't tell me you don't know who she is. We literally just saw her!" Clara's voice rose several octaves, her heart pounding in her ears.

"Yesterday?" Abi rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "I forget who serviced our quest rewards, but I think I'd remember it if it was a new face."

"It wasn't a new face. It was Selene, remember? You two seem to have some kind of history. Haven't you experienced her strap-on too?"

"Is that what this is about? Strap-ons?" Abi gave an amused smile. "Are you secretly wanting me to get a strap? I might have a cock, Clara, but I'm not opposed to it. I think it might be fun. Or do you want one for yourself?"

"I'm being serious here..." Clara said, furrowing her brow.

"I'm being serious as well..." Abi leaned in, smiling at her. However, as Clara stared back at her unmoved, Abi's eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, you're serious, serious?"

"Are you telling me you forgot who Selene is?" Clara asked again, eyes searching Abi's for some hint of recognition, but Abi shook her head.

"I don't know who that is." She set aside her coffee and turned her full attention to Clara. "Where did you hear that name? Perhaps if we start from there--"

"I'm telling you, we met her just the other day, and you knew her well enough to banter. She was the one who registered me as an adventurer, and we had a threesome in a love hotel together," Clara said. "There's no way you forgot her overnight."

"I can't remember who registered you as an adventurer..." Abi said, and her brow furrowed. "My memory of that night is fuzzy, just like when we went into the guild yesterday evening."

(If Clara is right about this, it means a demon altered my memory at some point.) Abi thought to herself. (But there's no way, right? A demon living in this rural town of all places!?)

"Abi, I'm still wearing this Choker of Honesty," Clara said, and she pointed to the leather collar around her neck. "I couldn't tell a lie even if I wanted to."

"Oh..." Abi said, looking at the collar. "Oh shit."

TO BE CONTINUED.

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