Character Creation Ch. 02

He smiled. "You're awfully cute when you're making a puddle on your boobs." Indeed, enough had dribbled down to make a visible wet spot where it fell on top of her breasts. "Fine – go get 'em, 'Valkyrie.'"

She took it in her mouth, and swirled her tongue around it, licking him to hardness in moments. Her mouth was flooded with moisture, but he didn't mind. Every tendril that leaked out from between her black, gothic lips was a reminder of his power over her.

When the first drop of pre-cum dribbled out, Val groaned in ecstacy as the sweet nutrient entered her, pulling back to eagerly gulp it down, then pounced back on him. Her blowjob had begun woodenly, an obligatory act; now, she was at it like a woman possessed, her whole body rocking as she blew him. Both black-tipped hands clutched at his ass, pulling him against her, clutching him so hard against her face that his dribbles went right into her throat as his balls rested easily on her chin. They were twitching, moving ever so softly against her skin, that she knew he was about to cum. She moaned in anticipation of the glorious nectar awaiting her.

Then she heard the bell; someone had entered the store.

Chance recovered a bit as the customer came in, a portly middle-aged fellow, nodding politely and heading toward the freezer section. Valkyrie clearly was beyond caring about being noticed; she'd had a taste now and needed more. Her life literally depended on it. As the customer came up to the counter with a half-gallon of milk and some donuts, she bobbed so hard she smacked her head loudly against one of the shelves loudly.

The man arched an eyebrow at the noise; Chance pointed down and then made a pumping motion with his mouth open. The man understood the pantomime well enough to lean forward and peer down, just able to see the wiccan's jet-black hair rustling back and forth in her eager blowjob. Chance scanned his purchases as smoothly as he could under the circumstances as the man gaped.

"That'll be $7.19," he said.

The man had to try three times before he could swipe his card, so distracted was he. "That's... pretty wild, man," he said.

"Wild nothing – she'd pretty cute. Stand up and say hello, Val."

She shook her head, not interrupting the blowjob for a second. He had to physically push her back off of him, a big glop of saliva falling out as it hit the floor. Chance gave her a hand up, keeping her in front of him for modesty, and spinning her around. "See? Not too bad, right? If you dig that kinda vibe. Say hi to the nice man, boss."

She turned and glared at him instead. "Wait, she's your boss?" The man asked, incredulous.

"Sure is. But when it comes to sucking my cock, she just can't get enough. Isn't that right, boss?"

"You're a real asshole, you know that?"

"Fine, no more cock for you." He carefully tucked himself away and zipped it in.

"What? No! No, you have to let me...!"

"I don't have to do anything. We have a special on bottled water today, though."

Neither heard the man as he backed towards the door. "This is too fuckin' weird..."

"No, I begged for thish! I earned it! You have to let me get it!"

"Too late, I'm not in the mood any more."

"Chansh, pleeeeash!" she whined. "Let me get you... back in the mood."

He paused. "I'm listening."

She sunk back to her knees, and once thusly obscured from the store windows, she untucked her shirt from her slacks and pulled it off. Her skin was like porcelain, perfectly smooth and so white it almost gleamed. Her bra was as black as the rest of her adornments, but then, it was gone too, revealing two shapely breasts, each capped with a nipple so dark brown that they too nearly matched her hair.

"You like my titsh?" she asked. "C'mon. Let your bosh finish what she shtarted." She licked her lips; they shone wetly, like latex had been poured over them.

Chance relented, as he'd always planned to. No customer interrupted the rest of her blowjob; he let that thirsty bitch suck him like his cum was manna from heaven. Which it was, in a way. He let her work undisturbed this time, her tongue and mouth conveying all the desperation he'd put into her.

He waited until he was just about to cum, then stepped back and unloaded all over her. Chance had been saving up for this, so he was able to coat her face, her hair, her chin, her tits, some on her tummy – and, he was ashamed to say, some even went wide and splatted into the shelves behind her.

"Nooooooooo!" she wailed. In a panic, she began desperately scooping every blob she could find and shoveling them into her mouth. When the first morsel hit her tongue, she squealed in bliss and redoubled her efforts. Chance got hard again as he watched her bend down to lap each dribble off her breasts, even sucking the soiled strands of her hair clean.

"All better?" he asked as she finished.

Finally realizing he was still standing there watching her, she hastily grabbed her shirt and threw it back on, then slapped him hard across the face. "How dare you, you bastard! I hope you had fun with your little trick, because you're fired! Not just fired – I'm going to go to the police, tell them you... you... did something to me! I don't know what yet but I'll figure it out. You're life is over, you son of a bitch!"

Chance rubbed his cheek, scowling. "Well, before you pick up the phone, just to let you know – you didn't end the curse."

"Wait, what?"

"The curse just means you need cum to hydrate. Mine, specifically. Getting a drink doesn't end the curse, any more than a normal person taking a drink means they won't get thirsty again in a few hours."

"You... you're... you've gotta be fucking joking."

"Nope. You're gonna need at least a dose a day from here on out, or you're gonna be right back where you were."

"No. This can't be... you're not..."

"Hey, a little more good news. Orally isn't the only way to take your dosage. Why do you think your mouth wasn't the only part of you that got good and juicy?" She put her hands down to cover her crotch, but it was too late. The wet stain was all too obvious.

"You bastard..."

"Hey now, you shouldn't be calling me names, or next time you get thirsty, I may not be so charitable. Say, speaking of, I've been thinking. Maybe 'Valkyrie' isn't the best fit for you, Hayley."

Her eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

Two weeks later, Chance headed into work with a spring in his step. He'd never had a job he was so eager to get to before. He say hello to the evening crew, and once they were gone, headed straight back to the manager's office.

Not five minutes later, his supervisor entered. As always, she was a vision. Her golden hair shoned even in the dim light, and her ruby-red lips wore a broad smile between adorable dimples. As she immediately shed her top, he was again struck by how her coppery skin complimented her lacey pink bra. The pants followed, revealing matching panties.

Of course, they were already soaked through.

"Good evening, Mr. Bourdain," she chirped pleasantly as she reached behind her to undo the clasp on her bra. "Could I interest you in a blowjob before I get to work? Or do you want my pussy tonight?" She hopped up to kneel atop the desk in front of him, jiggling enticingly.

"Oh, I was thinking maybe I'd take a night off, actually," he said.

"Are you absolutely sure?" she said, squeezing her breasts together with her arms. "I'm such a good cock-sucker, and you know how wet my tight little pussy gets for you, sir."

That was true. As long as she didn't go too long without – like that first time – she could keep the moisture mostly under control, but she still got good and wet for him, wherever he wanted to have her. (Her ass didn't lube up, but that was probably for the best. And besides, so far he hadn't tired of the other holes.)

"I dunno. Did you get your special nametag like I asked?"

She nodded. Her smile twitched, slipping for just a moment, but she knew how much harder he made things for her when she broke character. "Would you like to inspect it, sir?"

She turned around, and there across her lower back, just above her panties, was a wide cursive script styled to resemble leafy vines. It read "Nymph."

"I think that's a much better fit for you. You cleaned up just as well as I said, my pretty little witch."

She swallowed down her shame – and a mouthful of spit as she was so close to his cock she could smell it – and forced a giggle. "See, I told you I'm a good witch!" she insisted. "Only bad witches are ugly."