Regina looked, if possible, even more gorgeous than she had earlier that day. Her freckles were still glowing like gemstones embedded in her skin, and her hair was still glowing a brownish red. It now included some odd highlights, like a strand or three of glittery purple, some shining green, and a lock of actual ruby. The pink sleeveless shirt had been repced by a sky blue tank top. The happy flower between her breasts had been discolored by the magic here, with the colors running together, and that made it even cooler. She’d swapped the pleated skirt with an even shorter one in a pid pattern the magic was turning into a light show. And if she somehow understood everything that had ever turned me on before, she had on rainbow colored knee high socks.

  I don’t know what it is about the presence of a woman’s knees and half her thighs, but men everywhere will understand. If those are visible, if a sliver of midsection is visible, if a hint of cleavage is visible, it’s almost better than seeing her in a string bikini. Perhaps it’s what you can see pying in your mind against what you know is there, but can’t see.

  I won’t make the argument that men are complicated. We’ll still drool over pictures of naked women. I will argue that there is a spectrum of allure, and sometimes less is more.

  “Well,” she said, “if it isn’t Christopher Fletcher.”

  “Well!” I mimicked, grinning at her. “If it is Regina, whose st name I don’t remember. Wait! I heard it once, don’t tell me. It was… Regina… Hamster.”

  She ughed and shoved me back. “It’s Hampstead, you goof.”

  “I’m pretty sure it’s Hamster, and it always has been and will be.”

  “Oh is that how we’re pying it then?”

  I nodded sadly. “I’m afraid Fletcher is an awesome st name and you won’t be able to butcher it and tease me. Apologies, Hamster.”

  “Flexer? No that’s me. Flint, no, fck, no… ugh, this is hard.”

  “What brings you here?” I asked, my tone pure innocence.

  She stepped up, really close. I could smell the jasmine-based perfume she’d put on. And I could feel the arousal in the air between us… somehow. Regina was wet.

  “I’m wet,” she confirmed, making my cock jump in my pants, “and I need you to do that again, from earlier. With your tongue.”

  “Do wha… ohhh.” Well, according to porn, there were several options. “So you mean sit on my face, y back and enjoy, or sixty-nine?”

  She reacted like she’d just won the lottery: her face lit up with bewilderment, amazement, and pure joy. “Sit on your face?”

  “Is that your final answer?” I asked, with an impish grin. This world had really gotten to me, honestly. I was so overjoyed to be here, and I couldn’t wait to find some monsters and gods to heal up. Right now my boner was straining against my pants and there was a girl here—not just any girl, but a smoking hot one—who wanted me. Everything was coming up Christopher.

  She ughed nervously. “Why don’t we uh… why don’t we keep it simple first? I’ve never—”

  I pulled her by one hand over to the bed, where I immediately sat down and scooted back until I had my back against the wall. She had to awkwardly climb up onto the bed, and when I pulled her even closer, she came right up to my face.

  The moment was charged. She hadn’t understood that I wanted her to stand up on the bed, and instead I found myself staring into her purple eyes. Glowing purple eyes. They were like twin amethysts in there, no doubt enhanced by the magic.

  “Fletcher?” she asked, very seriously, her nose about an inch from mine.

  I gave her my dopiest grin. “You’re supposed to stand up and straddle my head,” I told her softly, “but I’m happy to make out first.”

  We hadn’t kissed. It was all about the sex earlier today. Somehow, it felt like if we kissed, it would take the retionship to the next level and it felt like she didn’t want that. She just wanted to remain fuck buddies and not feel any attachment.

  Anyway I couldn’t have been more wrong. Her eyes slid to half mast and she leaned forward to kiss me.

  I had only been fortunate enough to have two girlfriends, and we’d done a lot of making out. I could say with pride that I was a good kisser, and Regina wasn’t too shabby either. Her lips were soft and moist, and she immediately got into it, licking against my upper lip and nibbling at the bottom one.

  Her face felt so perfect at my fingertips. I ran them up and down her jaw, over her ear, into the roots of her hair. She responded by moaning into my mouth. I couldn’t help but moan a moment ter when I felt her fingers grazing up and then down the length of my cock.

  When we broke the kiss we were both panting. I smiled again, loving the smile I received in return.

  “You were supposed to stand up and straddle my face,” I said.

  “That wasn’t in your avaible three options, Fletcher,” she said.

  But she did it anyway. One quick zip and her skirt puddled around her feet, leaving her wearing nothing but rainbow socks and a powder blue tank top. When she straightened, the junction of her thighs was at the perfect level.

  I extended my tongue out and got the first taste of her. It was even better than I thought it would be. With Affinity as a statistic, I could taste the magic that had gotten into her body. I was also tasting with a sense that I hadn’t had before. Licking her was wild and earthy and fresh.

  Regina let out a loud and astonished grunt, then started humping against my face. It was all I could do to hit the spot I thought I should be hitting, but her lust-filled moans told me I was doing just fine. My hands slid up her smooth calves, up her thighs, and around to her ass.

  “Ohhh funky chicken,” she moaned, and whipped her shirt off. In the meantime I pressed my tongue up into her as far as I could, and her groan of pleasure turned to one of surprise. She made a yelp, before pressing forward even harder. “Yes, Fletcher, yes…”

  She went on until almost the moment my jaw started to ache. It was maybe two minutes or ten minutes. I couldn’t tell. I knew every bit of her anatomy now, all the ins and outs. I could now pinpoint her clit.

  “You said… you never did this… before,” she panted.

  I just gave her that impish grin again. “Lay down,” I breathed, and she complied, while I licked my fingers and started again.

  This time it was easier, with my fingers involved. Her pussy tightened around them, and the sharp intake of breath only sted a moment before she shuddered and thrust herself up against my probing tongue.

  She sted less than a minute before exploding in orgasm. She thrashed on the bed, lifting her ass up and jamming it into my face. The fvor of her intensified. The thatch of hair above where I was doing my best glittered in the dim light.

  She y there for a few moments, and I stared at her nude form. She was perfect. She’d been perfect before the magic saturated into her.

  “I want you inside me, right now,” she said quietly.

  While I jumped up to fling my clothes off, she sat up and watched. Then, when my cock came into view, she gave it a smile and a quick peck, before spinning and getting up on hands and knees.

  “I want to try it like this,” she said.

  “So do I,” I told her, and fell to my knees. Although this was going to hurt my legs, I didn’t care. I’d suffer a bit for the pleasure of it. I grabbed hold of my cock and slid it down the length of her, then back up.

  “Go slow,” she managed, and grunted when the head slid into her. “I’m still a little… uh, sore… from earlier.”

  Nothing about this feeling seemed off. She felt incredible, hot and wet and squeezing down on me from every side. And from this angle I got to see her whole back tense and flex, and her butt jiggle when I gave her a light spank.

  She chuckled softly. “What was that for?”

  I spanked her again, and watched her ass ripple. “You thought you could just come up here unannounced and everything would work out for you, huh?”

  She was having trouble speaking. “I thought… you wouldn’t mind… a little study break.”

  She wasn’t wrong about that. Still, I wanted to witness to her big round ass cheeks wiggling from the spanks. And for that I needed a reason.

  She pushed back against me, taking more and more of my cock with exaggerated slowness. I liked the difference between our skin tones coming together. I liked the sound of her heavy breathing mixed with grunts of exertion. I especially liked the way the freckles across her back glittered. And the fact that she wanted more of my cock.

  “Ohhhhh,” she moaned, and I punctuated it with another spank. “Hey!”

  “You have to ask first,” I said through gritted teeth. She wasn’t the only one straining here. “Take a guy out to dinner.”

  “Uh… okay.” She pushed back again, and I was finally buried in her to the hilt. I stayed just like that, savoring the sensations of her squeezing down on me and the feel of my tummy pressed against that glorious butt of hers.

  I smacked her butt again and loved the way it moved.

  “Ugh,” she grunted, and went still. “Uh, Fletcher?”

  “Hm?”

  “Can you… pull my hair?”

  I nearly came right there. Instead I agreed, leaned forward, wrapped her thick auburn hair up in one hand, and slowly pulled back until she told me to stop. This arched her back and changed the angle inside her. Suddenly a pressure against the underside of my shaft released a bit, and I could thrust in and out without constantly worrying about exploding inside. Which I did.

  She was starting to speak again when I started really humping down into her, and she cut off.

  “You’re amazing,” I told her. “You have such a great body.”

  She couldn’t manage more than sharp moans each time my midsection crashed into her ass. Now I got to watch it ripple on every thrust. It was just like in porn, but a thousand times better.

  Her moans rose in pitch until her elbows buckled and she went down onto her face. She shuddered and came. I couldn’t hold onto her hair any longer, nor could I keep sexing her the same. That pressure to the underside had returned and with it my imminent orgasm. She went through the throes of orgasm for several long, delicious moments. I got a rush of pride I had only ever felt a few hours ago.

  “Easy!” she groaned. “S-slow.”

  I wasn’t doing anything! She continued to spasm and cmp down on me, and moan and groan in ecstasy. I continued to stare in amazement at the gorgeous woman before me.

  Eventually I pressed down on her back and led her down onto her stomach, a position I’d seen a few times but had never tried. We were already past the limit of my previous sexual experience, and I was loving it.

  “Oh my gosh,” she muttered, as my weight came down on her ass. “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh.”

  Something about this position did it for me, a hundred percent. It was one part squishing down into her butt cheeks, so springy. It was another part kissing her freckled, glittering shoulder, her neck, her ear.

  And then she turned her head and we were kissing again. While I was inside her.

  As soon as I started moving it ramped up to a hundred. I knew I wasn’t going to st long like this. She was too amazing.

  “I can’t…” I told her. “I’m gonna…”

  “Not inside me,” she breathed, but she wasn’t moving to get away. Instead her ass shoved back up to take more of me in, to get the full length of me. Why would she do that if…

  “I’m gonna…” I repeated. “Where do you…”

  “My face. On my face.”

  The moment arrived whether I wanted it to or not. I jerked up and out of her, and she whirled to receive the first jet all the way up her stomach and breasts.

  She scooted down in time to get the second jet on her breasts and neck, and got far enough down by then to get the rest on her face. I came, and came, and then came some more. It was honestly astonishing.

  Cross off another first.

  First doggystyle, first time eating out a woman while she was standing up, first time spanking her, first and now first time dousing her.

  I knelt like that on the bed for some time, just staring in wonder at what I’d done. Obviously, I was overwhelmed with sensations and emotions. I wanted her to be in my life. If it could be like this, I wanted it to be like this every day. Never mind that I hardly knew her, she was perfect like this and the rest didn’t matter to my lust-addled mind. Never mind that she had her own job to do and that job probably wouldn’t allow us to remain together.

  I fell to my side on the expansive bed, while she sat up and looked at herself. My legs weren’t happy with what I’d just forced them to do, and I had to rub them.

  Regina seemed to be entranced by the amount I’d spattered on her, and started running her fingers through it, holding it up to her face to inspect it. Then she got up and padded to the bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror for some time. I heard the water going, and started wondering how they had functional plumbing, or hot and cold water for that matter, in an enchanted castle the wiped books out of existence.

  When she returned to bed she was clean, but still nude save for her socks. I watched the way her body moved, the slope of her breasts, the way her smooth thighs flexed, and the way her facial expression changed when she finally stopped looking inward and saw me focused on her.

  “Did you get an achievement for earlier?” she asked.

  I nodded, grinning.

  She chuckled, her face a mixture of amusement and embarrassment. “I can’t believe the system gives out that kind of thing.”

  “Me neither.” I wondered what other kinds of achievements there were to be gotten. I could access my character sheet by saying those words, and by mentally searching for the things I wanted to see, but uncimed achievements weren’t listed, only the ones I’d done so far.

  Regina crossed the room and sat on the bed.

  “I noticed the scars,” she said. “Do you want to tell me about it?”

  I shrugged. “I broke both my legs as a kid and didn’t get surgery in time. You get growth pte problems from that kind of thing.”

  “Shit,” she said. “Sorry.”

  I was already more physically capable than any time in my life, and it was because of the system.

  It was time. I brought up my character sheet and sank my free attribute point into Physicality.

  “So… with me… it hurts?”

  I nodded. “I can put up with the pain. I’ve been doing it most of my life.”

  She y down and draped herself over me. One leg over mine, and her head nestled into the crook of my shoulder. She fit me. It only reinforced the certainty that we should be together, despite the obvious obstacles.

  “Holy shizznits… like… all the time pain?”

  I shrugged it off. “Most days, some pain. When I walk around a lot… or apparently when I engage in sexual intercourse.”

  She traced a finger up my torso. Somehow I could feel her smiling, even though I could only see her auburn hair. “Thanks for pulling out. I was, uh… I was not in my right mind. I would’ve let you.”

  “Do you want to stay the night?” I could have sex again in another couple of hours.

  She got up on one elbow and smiled down at me, eyes already hooded with lust. “We wouldn’t get any sleep. I know I wouldn’t. I’d probably wake up sucking your cock.”

  “I will not stop you,” I told her. “If that’s a thing you need to do in your sleep, I fully endorse the idea.”

  She chuckled. “As much as I want to, I’ve got another guide gig to move on tomorrow morning. Got to find the portal and get the new hire back here.”

  I nodded. “There’s caffeine for that, right?”

  Her zy smile turned into a wolfish grin. “You’re bad, you know that?”

  This is Christopher being capital B Bad.