1.44 – Final

None needed? Sex chapter, cum race finishing up

"...so you just need to suck me off and then swallow my cum."

Maple blushed, hand on her cock. She had been stroking herself before the round started to make sure she could cum in time. Embarrassing but, she wanted to win. Anemone gave her a blank stare.

"The point is for me to—orgasm..."

She stumbled over the word, and trailed off. The shyness was endearing to Maple, in her current state. The Vampire had rubbed off on her—not enough, if her cock had anything to say about it—and now this was Maple's prey. She wanted that mouth on her cock, and she would have it.

"I have a Skill, I said. Several Skills. It'll work, I think, and make you cum faster. I mean I'm just assuming I will first but I am already like this. And you've been at it for a while already...but I don't know...We can do something else if you have a better idea."

Maple wasn't entirely confident, but it was a plan. And it was better to focus on that, than on the crowd in the background, the regret and embarrassment already welling up inside her, or on anything else. If her attention slipped too far, she'd—

She couldn't think about it, but focused on the moment instead. Anemone's smooth emerald hair was a sight up close. Natural, Maple assumed, and short-cut but still long enough for her pointy ears to poke through the sides. Before Anemone could express further doubt, Maple commented on it.

"Your hair is really pretty, by the way."

"...Thanks. Anyway I guess I'll go along with it, if you really think it'll work. I need to win though, you understand?"

Her voice was grave, and Maple nodded. She wasn't planning on letting either of them down. She was resolved, but still felt like a pervert as she stroked herself while staring at Anemone's body. The Half-Elf squirmed a little, but her hands stopped short of covering herself. Her face was flush, and Maple wondered if she actually enjoyed the attention.

Emma was also a sight worth glancing at. A familiar one, so half the arousal gained from looking at her was vicarious. The extra fun she was having now that Maple was here was plain on her face.

If not for being a Skill, Maple probably would have shriveled up from the pressure and embarrassment by now. All her willpower went toward heightening her arousal and ignoring the audience. A minute later, the Incubus addressed everyone.

"The final round of Cum Race is ready to begin, folks. Three hot and ready finalists. You've seen them, you've heard them, you've placed your bets—now let's see who will cum first. Ready yourselves, contestants. On your marks...Go!"

"I've never actually done—"

Anemone hesitated, staring at Maple's cock, and cut off with a gasp. Emma began immediately. Maple inched her dick closer until Anemone took it into her mouth. Teeth brushed against her shaft as Anemone tried to adapt a proper technique, making Maple cringe.

Whatever the Half-Elf's class was, it clearly didn't come with [Fellatio] as a Skill. Could Maple cum fast enough like this? She tried to focus on the pleasure, and glanced at the other contestants.

Number 8, a Fox Beastkin, used a wooden dildo on herself. It glowed oddly, perhaps having an enchantment, and her eyes were full of determination. Her silver fur looked as soft as a cloud, and for a moment, Maple wondered how it'd feel against her skin, tail wrapping around her waist. That same fur obscured any of the fun bits Maple found conventionally attractive, however.

The other contestant was Dura, the muscular Orc. She had also brought in two volunteers. Rather than sucking one off, they both focused on pleasuring her. One fucked, while the other used his tongue on her clit. He may have even been fingering her other hole, but Maple turned back to her own partners.

Emma covered Anemone's lower half entirely, able to fuck both holes at once while also sucking on her clit. Maple decided her nipples needed some attention and played with one. A small moan reverberated through her cock—it was starting to feel good. This could work. Maple grabbed Anemone's hand, leading it low.

"Finger me too, okay?"

Anemone grunted a response. Her fingers felt as clumsy as her mouth; maybe this was new for her, too. With Maple's [Lesser Enhanced Pleasure], she could cum pretty quick when she wanted to. She could already feel it rising. Any second now...

Emma grinned at her, her body jiggling as she thrust in and out of Anemone. She was having a blast, and Maple smiled back at her. As long she didn't think about the roaring audience—this wasn't so bad. As if reading her mind, Emma leaned over for a kiss.

Maple closed her eyes, ignoring everything except her girlfriend's tongue, the fingers in her, and the other tongue on her cock. She had no idea if it would do anything, but she willed her [Aphrodisiac Body Fluids] to be as effective as possible.

Moments later, she came and activated [Telepathic Orgasms]. She poured out everything she had into Anemone's mouth. The Half-Elf recoiled after the first spurt, nearly pulling Maple's cock out of her mouth, but then Maple felt her swallow. And swallow again as she poured more in.

Good girl, and all according to plan so far. Any moment now, thanks to the aphrodisiac and feeling Maple's orgasm, Anemone should be pushed past the edge. And win.

She didn't. It helped, but it wasn't enough. Through their mental connection, Maple felt the chasm between where Anemone was and where she needed to be. The connection was weak without Anemone having an orgasm, but Maple searched through Anemone's pleasure for what she needed. A feeling, a particular touch, dirty talk, anything.

There was: the usual sensual pleasure, a thrill from having sex with two strangers, mild desire to see more of Maple—none of those would be enough. Maple dug deeper, and finally found the nugget she needed.

Beneath that timid facade, Anemone liked being watched. The audience was watching her get fucked by a Slime and Human. When she finally came, they would love it. They'd cheer for her, lust after her, envy her, they wanted to—

Maple backed away from the feeling out of embarrassment. Not because she couldn't relate, but because she could. More so while intimately sharing a mental space like this. She needed to feed that lust. Would [Detect Gaze] work on their combined-awareness?

She tried it and a thousand eyes were on the both of them. Anemone flinched from the sudden feeling, but their connection was already fading. Maple pumped the last of her seed down her throat, and her cock shrank back from whence it came. Maple turned to Emma, ignoring the boisterous audience and commentary from the Incubus.

"You need to do it in a position where everyone can see her. She wants to be watched!"

Emma saluted Maple with a grin. Without ever pulling out of Anemone, she slid and reformed her body beneath her. Emma raised her up, presenting her to the audience. Transparent blue hands spread her legs apart. Anemone's protests were barely audible over the cheering.

"What—I don't—"

That should do it, Maple was confident. A sudden urge came over her, so she leaned down to kiss her. Once her tongue was already in her mouth, she realized her saliva had the aphrodisiac effect too. Right, all part of the plan.

If this dragged on for too much longer, then as a last resort she would get the audience to chant Anemone's name. She wanted to respect her anonymity, but if it would help them win...

Maple's hand caressed Anemone's cheek while they kissed. Just as she was about to move it lower, she finally felt Anemone tense and her Skill able to activate again.

And then, well, why not? She activated [Telepathic Orgasms], and included Emma this time. Maple was only an observer for this one; without her body being close already, she wouldn't reach her own orgasm to add to the collective. She could still enjoy theirs, though.

As expected, Emma was finally able to cum herself. She pulled out for the money shot and covered Anemone. Some of it landed on Maple's face. Within their mind-meld, Maple felt Emma's intention behind it, and the pleasure she got from her marksmanship.

Maple's body shuddered with the pleasure of their two orgasms. Focusing on anything else was difficult, but she heard the Incubus say something about getting slimed—and loud cheering. They won, right?

The high wore off, and Maple wiped her face. The remaining contestants' gems were unlit, and the Incubus re-focused the crowd onto second place; it wasn't over yet for the remaining two contestants.

Maple collapsed onto the floor, letting out a sigh of relief. A mix of feelings swirled inside her. We did it, we won! Triumph. Embarrassment. Why was she so proud of winning a sex contest, anyway? Then she saw Anemone's face.

"We did it—um. Sorry, are you okay? Did I go too far?"

Anemone's eyes were wet, and a pang of regret went through Maple. Had she gotten carried away? She'd just wanted to win. But if Anemone really was as shy as she seemed, then what she did was—

Anemone shook her head and forced a smile.

"No, it's not that. Sorry. I'm just so relieved. I needed the gold so I wouldn't have to go back home. And I did it—first place! Thanks to you two, of course. Emma is—amazing. I don't think I could have done it on my own. I can't thank you enough."

Emma nodded along with the praise, grinning, and Anemone hesitated. She looked uncertain about something, and her voice turned a pitch lower.

"...I could share the prize with you...I guess."

What a kind offer. Emma looked to Maple first, who shrugged, before shaking her head. She had her bet winnings, and neither her nor Maple felt they had any right to Anemone's prize. Maple explained as much, and Anemone brightened up.

"Still, thank you. That being said, that was your fetish you accused me of. Not mine. And—ah, that was so embarrassing."

She seemed to remember she was naked then, and covered herself with her arms. Emma helped clean her off so she could get dressed. Maple was about to deny that it had been her fetish, but had to think about it.

It wasn't always clear whose thoughts were whose during a [Telepathic Orgasm], but she didn't think she had an exhibitionism fetish, or whatever that was. How could she? Plus, it had worked. Anemone was just trying to save face after the fact. Right?

Maple said nothing. The next several minutes were excruciatingly slow. She kept looking for a chance to slip off stage, but to do so would involve passing in front of everyone, so she stuck around until Dura came in second.

And then it was over. Emma and Anemone collected their winnings. Maple had to regret not placing a bet herself; Emma was still their sole breadwinner. At least she'd helped this time, and how she did that was beyond anything she ever expected to be capable of. And yet, her drawings remained unsold. Success and failure.

Next week, should she enter the contest herself? That was one way to make a living. She had some soul-searching to do, but overall it hadn't been that bad. Maybe it'd even been fun.

Fans kept approaching the three of them. They distracted her enough to prevent Maple from coming to any conclusions there and then. She just wanted to go home, now. Emma fended them off with a page from her notebook.

Shoo. No questions. Thank you.

More people than expected tried to ask about her girl-dick, or how to get one, or on and on. It was humiliating—but they were genuinely curious. Or interested. Because of that, she didn't entirely mind, but was still grateful Emma was there to fend them off.

She and Anemone weren't without their own fans, but Emma kept them all away. Once they'd collected their winnings and had a moment of peace, they stood together one last time. Anemone brushed at her hair.

"I'm exhausted, but thanks again. Maybe we could hang out in a more normal venue sometime? If you wanted..."

Anemone looked uncomfortable suggesting it, but Maple smiled and Emma nodded eagerly. Another friend was always good.

"Yeah, that'd be fun."

After exchanging contact information, they parted ways. Maple and Emma finally returned home to the Copper Butterfly, where Sasha greeted them with a smirk.