1.53 – OGP Maple Was Her?

Still smut

Now that she was again aware of everyone watching—not to mention, naked—and still plunged deep inside of Thera, things felt a little awkward. They did have a goal, however. Save the city, make her cum.

More specifically, Maple's goal was to make Thera cum before she herself did. The remnants of her dignity were on the line. She didn't quantify how much of it was left; you just had to preserve whatever amount you happened to have. And she still had some, right?

At least the others stopped staring like they had been. They watched casually now, looking away often; ostensibly it was to make sure nothing went wrong and assist if they had to. Emma watched intently, but she both had the important task of making sure Maple drank the potion and—was a pervert.

In her peripheral, she thought she saw Sylla looking over occasionally too. A turn on, if true. Maple wanted to do things with her. She felt bad thinking that while inside another woman, but no wonder said other woman was down so bad for her.

Perfect skin, soft features, silky hair she'd thought was white but later realized was a slight blue. Her robe hid most of her human assets, but on the snake side were gorgeous snow-like scales mixed with a pattern of bright blue ones.

And she had a forked tongue, as Maple had just learned. She could only imagine what that would feel like.

She was also kind, and though she acted shy—Maple could tell she was secretly a pervert. She was sold on the idea; as soon as she could get time alone with her, it was time to try putting her [Interspecies Seductress] class to work.

Of course, that plan was being laid while she was, with her arousal at its very limit. She would need to reevaluate later.

Maple took a breath and tried to get back into the groove of things. Thera was no second-rate woman, she only wished the setting were different. It might be the only time she'd get to do anything with her.

She wanted to savor her fully, go back to passionately running her hands over her body while forgetting everything else. She held herself back, however.

Maple closed her eyes and embraced her. Thera's back was arched, a lovely shape to run her hands over. Maple let her do most of the moving; circular motions that ground against her and made her cock feel her from every angle.

Maple only mildly assisted with the hand on Thera's butt. She decided she could be a little bolder, and at the bottom of Thera's next hip movement, pulled her down and thrust the full length of her cock inside.

"Nhh—harder!"

Thera let out an exaggerated moan. It sounded like a parody of something out of a porno. Maple looked at her, and then over her shoulder. The room had been silent, so it was especially embarrassing.

"Relax a little, and don't hold back. Mhh, fuck me harder. Ahhh, I love your cock."

She moaned and spoke again in that exaggerated way. It sounded so silly that Maple nearly laughed.

And fake or not—the moans did do something. Thera's gasps were real, and real pleasure was mixed into the sounds she made. Maple picked up the pace, as requested, and tried her own exaggerated moan.

"Mmh you're so wet for me."

"Aah—fuck my wet pussy."

"Jeez, get a room."

Alas heckled them, and they laughed. Maple felt Thera's laughter through her cock again. The awkwardness was diminished, but Maple was going to lose if Thera didn't cum soon. She brought her mouth to Thera's and hoped some [Aphrodisiac Body Fluids] would help.

She slapped Thera's ass gently; a test-slap. Thera jerked in surprise, falling out of rhythm for a second, but then came down fast on Maple's cock and sucked her tongue hard. She'd liked that.

Maple spanked her again, harder this time. Thera let out a muffled moan—a real one—and moved even faster. Maple matched her pace, fucking her hard and fast. She felt herself on the verge of cumming any stroke now.

Maple rubbed fast circles over Thera's clit with her thumb, desperate to make her cum first. Maple just had to hold out a little longer, but Thera's hands weren't idle. One ran up and down Maple's body while the other fondled her breasts and nipples.

The pleasure was nearly enough to make her lose. It'd be this stroke, or the next—

Her Skill suddenly had a target, but neither she nor Thera were cumming. Maple's eyes widened in surprise. She pulled back from the kiss to whisper in Thera's ear.

"Look, Sylla's cumming."

Maple tried to be discreet. Sylla said nothing and was trying to hide her orgasm. She remained silent, eyes shut, and was trying to make her face look neutral, but her entire body shook slightly and her face wasn't neutral.

When Thera's head turned to take in that sight, Maple moved her mouth to her earlobe and sucked on it.

"Oh, that's—hnnngh, I'm cumming—"

Maple won by a hair. She slammed herself deep inside of Thera and let go of the rest of her self-control. She felt the first spurt of hot liquid shoot inside Thera and reached her arm out to Emma.

"Now, Emma. [Telepathic Orgasms]—"

Just before activating the Skill, she prepared herself mentally. There were going to be a lot of people. She wasn't sure if she'd even be able to move her own body. The only thing she could do was try to cling to her identity. I'm Maple. I'm Maple. I'm Maple. I'm Maple.

I'm Maple.

It resounded one last time, louder—and not inside her head. Everybody's.

Then there were thousands. It was like being hit by a blizzard. Each snowflake, a locus of pleasure that flew past like a bullet. If it hit, you glimpsed the life of someone else for a moment before being hit by another. Again and again. Orgasm after orgasm, simultaneously.

Maple did not retain her identity.