1.52 – Unbothered

It's smut

Thera was taking so long that Shari finally stood up, climbed the ladder to her loft, came back down with a kettle and assortment of objects, boiled water, and—

"This sad to watch. Shari's guests want tea? Snacks? Five copper."

They sipped tea and ate, not even watching the three of them anymore. Thera was getting nowhere, and if not a sad sight, it was an awkward one. What could they do, cheer her on? Emma stood by just in case, but...

Even Sylla sounded about half as frustrated as Maple.

"Um, Thera. Are you close yet? You can use one of your toys if it would help..."

"I'm trying, okay? Don't pressure me. It's just, I'm shy, and this is really embarrassing. Why am I the only one naked? Maybe if one of you helped me..."

She still said it like a joke, but Maple heard the desperation in her voice. She really was trying. Alas choked on her tea.

"You? Shy? You did that to yourself, though. They didn't take off their clothes."

"Maybe they should have. If it's so easy, then Sylla can be the one to do it."

"M-me? But you're the one who volunteered."

"Yeah, you volunteered."

Maple's voice came out unintentionally monotone. Her eyes were closed. She was calm. She was zen. Pure thoughts. She was not cumming.

She was trying so hard not to cum.

She'd long resorted to a token appearance of touching herself, stroking lightly to the side of her most sensitive areas. She couldn't handle any more. The slightest inopportune bump might push her over the edge. Her hand and underwear were both soaked—and felt a little gross.

But it was too late to stop—she'd be forced to admit she hadn't needed to touch herself at all, then they would ask why she had begun so in the first place. Saying it was out of solidarity with the other two sounded like an excuse.

She kept her breathing slow and deep, and her thoughts away from what Thera and Sylla were doing to themselves.

Yet every movement from Thera made her bare thigh bounce against Maple's. She felt the rhythmic movements of her arm, heard the squishing sounds coming from below, felt her hot gasps and rapid breathing.

Every few minutes, Thera turned in frustration and her stiff nipple dragged against Maple's arm, sometimes below her sleeve, against her skin.

The scent of her was slowly filling the air.

Maple's lack of vision enhanced all of that, but it was better than seeing it. The sight was already burned into her memory.

The curves of her fit body, the jiggle of her boobs, her cute facial expressions—especially when she looked desperate to cum—the way she sometimes used one hand to play with a nipple or fingered herself while rubbing her clit at the same time, and of course, her spread-legs.

She'd got a real good look of the bare thigh resting on her. She thought about touching just it—that wouldn't seem too weird, maybe—but she couldn't.

If Thera didn't sound genuinely frustrated, Maple would have guessed she was torturing her on purpose.

She was right there, bodies touching, yet unobtainable. The longer it went on, the more Maple realized how much she wanted her.

And Thera would gladly accept. So why not just cum and get on with things? Why the forced non-participation?

It was all self-imposed.

She couldn't cum because Thera already volunteered. Maple's classes already made out like a pervert, so she decided to preserve the rest of her dignity by not being the one to cum in front of everyone.

It was a promise to herself at this point, and a mistake. Thera wasn't supposed to take this long. With each gasp or arching of her back, Maple thought, surely this is it? She's nearly there.

And then she just kept going.

And she couldn't just 'help' Thera because of how many were watching. Far fewer than had watched Cum Race, of course, but this was more personal. More weird than the concept of Cum Race had been, somehow.

And again, her dignity on the line. Maybe if it were with Sylla—or she at least joined in—but otherwise, Thera's reputation amplified Maple's. With just the two of them, the rest would remember this event as 'that time the two renowned perverts did it together in front of everyone'.

But she wanted to. Her body ached.

A thought that felt like a whimper filled the empty space of her mind. Superimposed over that was: I need to cum. I need to cum. I need to cum. I need to cum. I need to cum. I need to cum.

Why was she taking so long?

Thera let out a soft moan and Maple's defenses crumbled. This was foolish. Why follow self-imposed rules? Dignity wasn't even real. Look at this great opportunity. Look at her.

Maple opened her eyes and licked her lips.

"Enough."

Her voice might have come out a bit like a whimper. If anyone else had said anything since she last spoke, she hadn't heard. Her mind was a single point.

She pulled her pants off along with her underwear. They were very visibly soaked. Thera moved her leg so she could get them off.

"Maple? What are you doing? Whoa, you're really—"

Maple ignored her and took off the rest of her clothes, making a neat pile. The cloth barrier had been eliminated. She re-positioned herself to be as comfortable as she could get against the wood floor and wall, and calmly spoke.

"[Futa Transformation]."

"Wow, horny tree grows a branch."

Shari's quip shook her focus, but Maple was already naked. Her determination would carry her at least as far as the inside of Thera. After that, she'd be on her own and could go back to worrying about dignity.

At some point, her calm, deep breaths had turned into more of a leering pant that felt hot coming out. She faced Thera with an unintentional intensity.

"Get on."

"O-okay."

Thera straddled Maple and hovered over her throbbing cock. The view from this angle was so much better. Her hole was glistening. She would have tasted her, touched her, without using the futa transformation, if they'd been alone. Or if they at least had a bed.

Thera hesitated and Maple put a hand on her waist. She gently pulled, and Thera lowered her hips.

Maple's tip pushed in, and Thera paused again. Hot and wet, and squeezing around her. Maple wrapped her arms around Thera and urged her the rest of the way down. A gasped moan came out when she hit the bottom.

Maple savored the texture gripping her and moved her hands over all the places that had been tempting her. She pushed her face into Thera's chest and rubbed her cheek against the nipple that had tortured her so. Her own nipples now dug into Thera's body.

Finally. This was what she'd wanted to feel. Her curves. Her body heat. Her wet warmth. All of her.

Maple brushed Thera's hair away from her face and caressed her cheek for a moment before pulling her close for a kiss. Her tongue.

Maple lifted Thera's body up slightly and pulled each of her legs around her her waist. Her hands rested on Thera's butt and guided her movements. The first two strokes were slow, and then Maple picked up the pace substantially. Already, lewder sounds than before were coming from Thera. Maple wanted to hear more.

Thera acclimated to the situation quickly. Her legs tightened around Maple and she synced her hip movements to match hers. Her hands grabbed and felt Maple's body. Their kissing became a passionate sucking of tongues. Nothing else in the room existed.

And then from behind, came a golf clap.

"Congratulations Boss, you're not a virgin anymore."

Maple focused on Alas's words and was pulled completely out of the moment. She stopped moving and pulled her mouth back.

"Wait, seriously? ...How?"

"Yeah, how?"

Sylla was openly staring at both of them. They all were, Maple realized as the fog cleared. Even Dort.

Emma stood with a big grin and thumbs up for Maple, potion still in her other hand. For a minute, Maple had forgotten they were there—or that they had a goal.

Oh jeez, she'd really lost herself. Her embarrassment grew with each action she replayed in her head. She still wanted to do this, but if she weren't already clit deep, she would have taken any out given.

Thera seemed troubled, too. Her face reddened, and Maple could feel her clamping down on her.

"Rusted blades, shut up. It's bad enough you were all watching. I didn't want it to be like this, okay? I had other chances in the past, they just never worked out in the end for various reasons. And you all know what human cities are like..."

Wait, it was actually her first time? Had Maple been a bit hasty? No, but, she'd kept asking her to help. Unless that had really been entirely a joke? But she constantly talked about how much she wanted to fuck and have Maple's classes.

"Oh no. Um, sorry I—you didn't need to get on. I thought you really wanted one of us to help."

Maple brushed the hair out of her face to look her in the eye. They'd been so in sync just a minute ago, but if she'd actually been saving herself...

"Huh? You're fine. I wanted this. I mean, I expected a hand, at most—but this is even better. It was Alas who had to ruin the mood and embarrass me. Bring that up afterward next time, why don't you?"

Oh, then she hadn't gone too far. That was a relief. Maple was thinking of how to reassure Thera, when she heard a crunch. Shari had a bowl of popcorn and Maple glared at her.

"What? Horny tree deflowers virgin [Adventurer]. Good entertainment, like one of Shari's weekly drama plays at theater."

Maple opened her mouth to say they were kind of having a moment, but Thera cracked up at the goblin's interjection. She contracted and twitched around Maple's cock with each laugh, and Maple remembered how close she was to cumming. She tried to hide her grimace until Thera stopped.

"It is just like one of those!"

What kind of plays were they watching? Maple remembered something, though.

"It was my first time doing it with another human, if that makes you feel any better."

"Hah, typical. Well, go ahead. I'm sorry my joke didn't land like I thought it would."

Alas crossed her arms, reluctantly admitting fault, and urged them on. As if they could just pick up where they left off. Maple was still all the way inside of Thera, but also—

"Wait, what do you mean typical?"

"Why do you think there's so many half-human species?"

Maple considered that. She was about to object to that logic, because, spiders??? But Thera put a hand on her arm and brought her focus back.

"Right, we have a goal. I'll cum in no time. Wanna join in yet, Syll? Perhaps just a kiss, with that adorable forked tongue of yours?"

Thera turned and wiggled her eyebrows at the lamia. Sylla shook her head, sending her hair flying out around her. Her face was flush, and she was too flustered to even speak.

"Aw. Alright, back on task! Enjoy the show, you perverts."