Character Creation Ch. 06

He stripped as soon as he came in the door, and I thought nothing of it. We were so used to seeing each other naked by now that either of us wearing clothes seemed weird. He put my collar on me and we went through our exercises, and if he did a lot of unnecessary groping throughout it, what doggy would correct him? Not like he hadn't had his hands all over my tits and ass before anyway, and not like he wouldn't again soon.

With that out of the way, he plopped down on the couch, snapped his fingers and pointed to his cock. It was thoughtful, really, not making me go through all the embarrassing pleading and gushing on like some bimbo about how hot sucking his dick was. Cut to the chase – he let me know he wanted it, and I obeyed. Simple as could be.

While I was sucking, he started talking. "So, you know how I said last night that you might be... you know, converting me?"

"Uh huh," I mumbled around his cock. He didn't like me to stop for chit-chat – only to tell him how much I loved it, thank him for letting me blow him, that kind of thing.

"So I guess I wondered if you were at all... I dunno. Interested? In doing a little more."

"Would I ever," I said, licking up and down his shaft. It was a bit over-done, but mostly sincere. Weird, how things as simple as a little spanking and a blowjob got me horny these days.

"Awesome – and we can even do your innoculation while we're at it – turns out it doesn't matter how my cum gets in you, as long as it gets in you. And I figured, with me still transitioning and all, maybe I could just... do your ass?"

"What? You want to fuck me in the butt?!" I shuddered. "No fucking way. Never. Your cock is big enough it would tear my ass open, and I have to be in top form tomorrow. Besides, it's just nasty." I let my face show my disgust, then eagerly took his cock back between my lips.

Rob sighed. "Am I going to have to come up with some stupid reason why having me fuck your ass is going to benefit you?"

I frowned. "Wait, is there a reason?"

He laughed. "Man, this is so easy it's almost not fun." What is he talking about? "All right then. Turns out, my cum in your butt is actually a cure for the bugbears. Creates a chemical reaction or something that blah blah blah kills them all. I didn't want to turn this into something medical, but... if that's what it takes to get my cock in your ass, fine."

"Wow, really? That's amazing!" Man, Rob is SO smart. I'm so lucky sometimes, I swear. "Only... what did you mean, 'if that's what it takes'? You're not just saying that so you can fuck my ass, are you?"

"C'mon, Katrina. Would I make up some outrageous lie just to trick you into letting me take sexual advantage of you?"

I giggled around his cock, my doggy "Kat" collar jingling as I kept bobbing up and down on him. It did sound pretty ridiculous when he spelled it out like that.

A couple minutes later, he was balls deep in my ass. Evidently just because I was a girl, I didn't repel him any more, because he stayed good and hard the whole time he was fucking me. He'd ignored my request to use a condom – "something in the latex would fuck up something in the chemicals, or something, just shut up and let me drill you" – but if it made me well, I didn't care.

Besides, it turned out to feel fan-fucking-tastic. The orgasms that had been waiting with mild patience through a week of degrading blowjobs all suddenly came out one on top of the next, one barely subsiding before the next one began. I arched my back and thrust my ass back at him so he could get even deeper. He told me to beg for it, told me to "speak" like a dog, and I obeyed without even thinking.

I'm sure there was some good reason for it – he could explain it to me later.

When he finally came in my ass, I was actually pretty disappointed it was over, even relieved as I was to be cured.

I was pretty out of it for a minute, jilling myself to a few pleasant little after-orgasms as he caught his breath. "Damn, the footage of Katrina Danzig begging me to ass-fuck her is going to fetch the best price yet," I heard him say.

I froze. "What did you say? Footage? Price! Did you record that?!"

Rob shrugged. "Nah, just a figure of speech, babe."

He smiled his supremely confident smile, and the tension just drained out of me. Maybe I really am too paranoid. I smiled in relief and went back to playing with myself, my eyes settling right on one of the sensors as I had one last screeching orgasm, finally collapsing naked and panting on my floor, well-fucked and happy.

"I've been thinking, Kat," he said a while later. I'd always hated it when people called me that, but I didn't want to provoke him into explaining why it was a good idea, as he always managed to do. "Will there be other models at the shoot tomorrow?"

"Yeah. It's for a big catalogue – several of the parts are for groups of us. I've worked with a lot of them before."

He smiled. "Maybe I should tag along, you know? That way I can inspect you and all, make sure you aren't showing anything, just in case? And I can bring a sensor along, see if maybe one of the other models has any symptoms, just in case they need treatment, too. Who knows, maybe this city has a whole mess of super models out there in need of a daily dose of my cum."

"Wow, maybe! If so, I'd be happy to help you explain it to them."

He smiled and put his arm around my shoulders. "You know, maybe you should leave the explanations to me."

The debate rages on about the value of skill points compared to more combat-oriented class features. After all, boasts the cleric, I can heal mortal injuries! Says the fighter, my skill at arms lets me slay even a mighty dragon! On and on they heap insult and scorn upon these supposedly trivial abilities.

Meanwhile, the king on his throne, ruling through negotiation and deceits, strategems and politicking, looks down on the lot of them, and laughs...