CH 4: Bestowing the Gift

Leaving Elizabeth’s office, Claire began thinking about her Bestower skills. That quickly hardening appendage between her legs was the gift it spoke of. She squirmed upon thinking about giving it and the buffs to her lovers.

Her lovers.

That caused her cock to rise to full height. It was accompanied by a more familiar feeling, her pussy quickly moistened her panties. Her cock throbbing caused her dress to jump. She covered her crotch with her hands in embarrassment. She looked around, hoping everyone was still at her home partying.

She scanned her surroundings for a long, painful minute. Seeing only trees and the backs of buildings. She sighed, happy she had chosen a shortcut path off the main road.

“My gods, I’ve got to get you under control.” She muttered to herself as she began walking again.

Unbeknownst to her, someone was watching.

Jasmine was always known for keeping her cool, even under the pressure of death. Being an assassin meant she had to stay cool under the threat of death or perish. She had to act quickly and not let her emotions overwhelm her. However, right now, she was left stunned.

“Wh-what was that?” She finally asked herself.

She noticed the slight bulge in Claire’s dress as she left the guild’s building, thinking it was a gift hidden beneath her skirt or something. Then it throbbed. Her expression, too. It was one of lust and desire.  A desire that Jasmine noticed this morning, and in many of their recent interactions.

Jasmine’s curiosity was hooked now. She needed to know what was under her skirt.

Stalking her prey, Jasmine slowly gained on the aimless Claire. Her breath became rapid, and a heat began to rise from her stomach and fill her chest. Before she knew it, Jasmine’s pussy was aching for attention.

What is this feeling of Hunger? Emptiness? Jasmine didn’t know. It clouded her thoughts as she got closer to the oblivious redhead. Without even thinking, Jasmine was now right behind her.

She made the one mistake no assassin should.

Snap! A twig broke under her foot, causing Jasmine to freeze. Claire flinched and stumbled to the ground. Claire landed on her forearms and slowly turned towards the frozen assassin.

A cold sweat and panic filled Jasmine’s body. Claire turned to lie on her butt, letting her forearms prop her up.

“Holy shit! You scared me, Jaz. You could have said something.” Claire laughed with a jovial tone.

Not getting a response. Claire tilted her head as she found her long-time mentor in a state she’d never seen before. Panicked, frozen with fear. She opened her mouth to speak again when she remembered.

Her head snapped down to her lap, where Jaz’s eyes were locked. Claire’s blue skirt, now covered in dirt, was hiked up to her abdomen. She looked past the hem of her dress to her panties, which struggled to contain her erection. Now she mirrored Jasmine’s expression.

Yet that little bastard throbbed, causing her panties to jump.

Their eyes found each other. Claire’s face turned a deep red with her mouth agape. After a deafening silence, Claire spoke in a whisper, ”I can explain.”

That snapped Jasmine out of her stupor.

How? How could Claire ever explain the cock between her legs? Was it some new strap-on device? Was it actually a front tail? It just made Jasmine more curious. With her first breath in what seemed like forever, Jasmine asked one word. ”How?”

“My class…. It’s a paladin devoted to the goddess of virility,” Claire mumbled slowly, tilting her head down in shame. She feared the worst. That the woman she adored, the woman she loved, was finding her gift disgusting or horrific. “I received it and a vision this morning, the goddess told me I could get Ryley back through her power. I had to take it!”

Deafening silence surrounded the pair again. Claire began to shake, tears forming in her eyes. Jasmine wasn’t reacting, causing Claire’s insecurities to run wild. Every scenario that ran through her head became worse and worse.

Ridicule, shaming, disownment by the village, mockery, all filled her mind and fed into her panic.

”Wow.”

Claire’s confusion at that one word made her hesitate. She heard a thud and looked to the black haired beauty, who was now kneeling before her. Jasmine crawled towards Claire’s tenting panties, eyes locked on the throbbing cock. “

Did she just lick her lips?” Claire muttered to herself. Once Jasmine’s face was inches from the girl’s erect cock, reason began to return to her.

Jasmine blinked rapidly. She came out of the trance she found herself in. The cock pulsed, straining against the panties of her student. This situation was not something that she was ready for.

“So-sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” She whispered. Claire didn’t respond verbally, but her cock throbbed at Jasmine’s words.

“Does it hurt?” Jasmine asked, locking eyes with Claire. She watched as the redhead nodded and mumbled to herself. Jasmine threw her reasoning to the side before reaching towards it. She needed to see it, feel it. Her mind began to go blank.

”I can help,” she cooed.

Removing the panties from the girl's cock, it sprang forward. Lightly tapping Jasmine on the cheek. She gasped at the contact. A blazing heat filled the skin on her cheek. Her breath hastened as her hand moved to meet the monster. Unconsciously, she rubbed her face on the thick cock as her hand grabbed the base. She felt her thumb lightly tap her finger. She could barely wrap her hand around it.

Her eyes darted from the cock to its owner’s eyes. Those emerald eyes that Jasmine had began to adore. Claire’s face was flush, both with embarrassment and desire. Jasmine reveled in the expression her former student was giving her. A face pleading for more.

Slowly, she began to move her hand up and down the shaft. She carefully watched as Claire’s face lost all embarrassment, replaced with pleasure. A moan escaped Claire’s mouth, causing Jasmine to want more. Her eyes flickered back to the towering cock before her, licking her lips, she steeled her resolve.

She was going to taste her student's cock.

Its aroma had long since filled her nose, a hint of saltiness and lavender. The scent she associates with Claire. It made her mouth water. She looked back at the girl and gave her a lustful smile.

Slowly, she lowered her lips to the head of Claire’s cock. She paused right before the tip, causing Claire to buck her hips. Claire wanted this just as badly as Jasmine wanted this. She opened her mouth and kissed it.

Her lips parted as she lowered her head. The taste overwhelmed her; that saltiness mixed with a new sweetness caused Jasmine’s head to fog up. Jasmine was eager, but in over her head. Just the tip nearly filled her mouth.

Even if her body resisted, Jasmine needed more. She moved her head down the shaft until the head met the back of her throat. Tears filled her eyes, and she wanted to gag. She wanted to move back, but she wanted Claire more. She forced Claire’s cock as far as her body would let her. Nearly suffocating on the girl’s cock in doing so.

She opened her eyes and tried to meet her student’s.

Claire’s eyes were closed, and her head was rocking. Moans were escaping her mouth. Claire’s eyes opened when she noticed Jasmine had stopped. They stared at each other for a brief moment before Jasmine began to move.

Oxygen filled her lungs as the cock left her throat. She took this opportunity to breathe, not realizing her lungs were burning. She moved her head until only Claire’s tip was in her mouth. The taste of Claire’s precum filled Jasmine’s mouth.

While she was disappointed that she only got a bit more than three-quarters of the long, thick cock in her mouth, the taste of precum more than made up for it.

She began to bob her head up and down the shaft, using her tongue to add to the pleasure.  Slowly going deeper and deeper down Claire’s shaft. Claire’s loudening moans encouraged Jasmine to push herself to the base.

Finally, after several minutes of trying, her nose was stuffed into Claire’s crotch. Excitement and a feeling of accomplishment filled Jasmine as she had the cock entirely in her mouth. She couldn’t celebrate long as her student moaned loudly. Claire grabbed Jasmine’s head, locking her in place.

“FuCkkkk!” Claire moaned loudly.

Her eyesight slowly began to fade, and the lack of oxygen was getting to her. She had been able to hold her breath for at least a minute due to her profession, but this was dangerous. The feeling of seed rushing down her throat kept her from resisting.

Claire released wave after wave of baby batter into Jasmine’s throat. It felt unending, and Jasmine began to panic. She tapped at Claire’s thigh, trying to signal to her that she couldn’t breathe.

”Sorry!” Claire gasped as she let go of Jasmine’s head. Her cock released another few spurts on the ground before stopping.

Jasmine coughed, trying to catch her breath. She felt the creamy seed filling her throat slowly drip down. The taste was intoxicating. She was finally able to breathe normally.

”Don’t apologize,” Jasmine mumbled hazily. She savored what was left in her mouth. “I should be thanking you. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done. And goddamn, did you taste delicious.”

Before Jasmine could say anything further, her stat sheet notification popped up. “Do you accept Claire’s gift?”

Her mind was too hazy to even realize what it said. She lazily hit “yes,” not knowing what she just did.

A burning sensation started in her chest and inched its way to her pussy. Her clit began to ache as she rolled on the ground and undid her pants. Something strained against them. After the heat subsided, she looked down.

She, too, had a cock.