464: The Beast With One Brain

on October 26, 2010 in Book 16

In Which Ian Penetrates Deeply

My head was swimming as I let Ian pull me through the door to Harlowe and into the stairwell… floating up and down like a bobber caught in a boat’s wake, like a buoy on the waves. Where that image popped into my head from, I couldn’t say… I’d never been to the ocean, but I could see it clear as day.

For that matter, while I’d been fishing a handful of times as a very small child, I couldn’t really say when exactly a fishing float bobbing in the water had become part of my brain’s visual repertoire.

I felt Ian tense up and I stopped and caught myself just before my foot would have missed a stair. I was letting myself get distracted by ephemeral matters… I was just a little light-headed, that was all.

My first time climbing those stairs popped into my head… I’d felt so lost and so awkward the first day at school.

I knew the way to my own room now, of course, but it still felt good to have someone else leading the way, someone else taking charge. It was almost liberating, in a paradoxical way. I was free of obligations, or free of all obligations but one… there were no other unknown obligations lurking around the corner or out of sight.

There was a nagging feeling in the back of my head… a feeling that probably would have sounded a lot like Shiel’s voice, if feelings had voices to sound with… that this was horribly backwards, that I was somehow abetting my own oppression by choosing to submit to a man.

But I had some idea what oppression felt like, and it wasn’t this.

It wasn’t so much that I didn’t want to be able to make up my own mind about anything. I just wanted to be able to choose to submit. Was there anything wrong with that? It seemed like as valid a choice as any to me… and if submission was what I wanted, then it wasn’t like refusing to submit would have been some great big triumph of personal freedom.

Ian stopped, a couple steps up from me, and looked back at me. The weight of his wanting, the force of his desire… it slammed into me like a battering ram. This was not the time to retreat into another whirlpool of oblivious self-examination.

This was my time to be there for Ian, be here with him. I wanted it as much as he did, probably… that is, I knew I wanted it but I couldn’t say how much he did by comparison. It wasn’t like I was in his head or anything.

It almost felt that way… my need and his need were all tied up together in my head, bound together with sticky-hot chains of clinging lust that seemed to be driving themselves deeper within me, wrapping themselves tighter and tighter around me…

It was weird how being alone with Ian didn’t decrease my sense of interconnectedness, it just refocused from the crowd to him.

“You okay?” Ian asked, and I realized that my resolution to not retreat inside myself had resulted in exactly that. Lingering on the irony would probably just make things worse…

I realized I hadn’t answered, and started to nod and say that I was fine, but Ian was already turning back up the stairs and pressing on.

There were no words when we got into the room. I had a hard time thinking of it as my room at the moment… I was having a hard time holding on to the concept of mine, or even of me. I looked at Ian and he looked at me… his eyes raked across my skin. There wasn’t much exposed, but my small breasts heaved inside my shirt. I burned all over, hot and flushed with his attention.

Ian’s face was all command, no invitation. He had the kind of face that was more common on the east coast, the “Imperial” look, with an aquiline nose and piercing eyes… I’d thought he was cute and even good-looking before, but it was strange that I’d never noticed how downright compelling he looked.


I wanted to tell him so, but silence felt natural and comfortable to me… though I wasn’t completely comfortable. My clothing felt tight, constrictive… my jeans were tight, but I felt like they were suffocating me, like my ass was going to rip out of them at any moment. It had been getting bigger lately, but it looked good and I had to know it. I liked to be spanked, didn’t I? And fucked… I took it up the ass. Ian had been right about that from the beginning. He hadn’t been wrong, he’d just been early. It was a horrible thing to think but it wasn’t like I complained the way he treated me, I wanted it, I liked it…

My thoughts were coming hard and fast and ragged, and so was my breath. I tried to undo the snap on my jeans quickly and ended up ripping them, rending the denim with my bare hands. I blushed… I’d never managed to be so careless with my strength as that… but my hands wouldn’t stop. I tore my jeans off, literally… and then my shirt, and then I was wearing my underwear and Ian’s jacket. I looked at him and saw nothing but approval on his face. I had the strength to rip and tear, but I looked so small, so vulnerable… I found myself shrinking down, lowering my shoulders and my face, bending my back and knees until I was kneeling on the floor in front of him.

Something in me relaxed then. This felt comfortable in the same way the silence did, only more… immediate?


It felt more like my comfort, though I didn’t know how that worked, exactly. Who else’s comfort would I be feeling?

It hardly seemed to matter… not the question, and not my comfort. Not when Ian was undoing his own jeans, sliding them down his increasingly muscular legs and revealing his hard, thick cock that had fought its way free of his boxers of its own accord.

I felt very small and very fragile, looking at it. My body lost all sense of invulnerability. He could smash me with that thing, pound me into the floor, rend me with it, impale me right through the middle… it was a weapon, and there I was, equal parts victim and sheath.

So much violence wrapped up in that taut skin, but I was ready for it.

I was waiting for it.

I was made for it.

But Ian wouldn’t be looking to run me through. No… I felt certain of that. Well, obviously it was so because he was just standing there. He wanted me to come to him, of course… to show how much I wanted it, how much I wanted him, how ready and willing I was for him…

Our physical relationship had begun with a blowjob. In theory, he was entitled to one anytime he wanted… well, it wasn’t just theory, he really was. I’d give him one… any time, anywhere, but he’d felt weird about taking advantage of that. He didn’t need to… my mouth was his to use. It might as well belong to him. I was as much his as I was Amaranth’s… well, I wasn’t sure that was true, but it felt that way… and besides, she had given him permission.

No, that wasn’t it. She didn’t have power over him, she had power over me, like he did. She had given me orders to go down on him, and he could do the same.

Any time he wanted.

It was so exciting to think about that, I could hardly believe he’d held back so much, exercised his privilege so little… what he needed was for me to show him that I would do it not because Amaranth said so, not even because he said so, but because I wanted to… because I needed to, because I craved it, I couldn’t help myself…

And really, I couldn’t. There was his dick, practically staring me in the eye. Swollen and angry looking. I could smell it, earthy and sweaty and meaty. It pulled at me. My lips parted just a bit… and then just a bit more… and then I was moving… crawling… on the floor towards him, full of equal parts eagerness and gratitude for what was going to happen next.

Ian pulled his boxers the rest of the way off. He reached down and gave his dick a squeeze. He looked down at me, and I looked up at him, my eyes big and bright and shining and full of adoration. I met his gaze as long as I could, and then lowered my face, blushing. I leaned forward, nuzzling my cheek against his crotch.

Ian wasn’t just my boyfriend. He was a warrior in training. He’d fought in the arena and won. He’d fought with me to get me to take better care of myself, learn to defend myself. He’d fought for me, he’d looked out for me. With nothing more than human strength, he’d been stronger than I could ever be. I was in awe of him.

I turned my face towards him and gently brushed my lips against the bottom of his ball sack. Why not? The lowest point on his body might as well have been a mile above me. I had never been very good at showing gratitude… I’d do my best now. I flicked my tongue out and licked, gently and slowly, first between and then around the bottom of each of his balls.

Ian murmured a complex expression of appreciation, amazement, and approval… and I knew that he wanted more, but he wouldn’t want me to move on yet.

I hadn’t earned it.

I liked his balls. I kissed them, with more abandon and less dignity than I’d ever kissed anyone anywhere. I fucking worshipped them. Ian had gone through so much shit for me… I’d given him so much shit when he’d done so much for me. He loved me. Of course he did… probably… but this, this was exactly what he needed, exactly what he deserved. What was the point of dating a submissive woman who didn’t submit?

When I thought that, I knew that he was ready to take my mouth. I started to pull back and tip my face up, but his hand was already under my chin positioning it as he wanted.

As I opened up my mouth around his engorged tip, I felt a kind of joyous thrill at the dirtiness of it all… Amaranth would have frowned at that thought, at the idea that what we were doing was dirty… but at the moment it sent a jolt of excitement through me that seemed to carry back to Ian, who grabbed the hair on the sides of my head and began to yank.

Yes, it was dirty. I was dirty. Dirty, and low… humbled, almost humiliated. On my knees on the floor in front of a man, my mouth open, my lips wrapped around… kissing, tasting… every inch of his hard cock. My mouth was where he peed. Okay, that was gross… I didn’t want to think about it, but there the thought was. My mouth was where he fucked, wrapped around the thing he fucked with, what he’d fucked me with.

Okay, that was a better flavor of gross… kind of obvious, but… oh, was it ever hot to think about.

I imagined my whole body… the entirety of my being… wrapped around that hard shaft, pressing in tightly against the hot, sweaty thickness of it. Of him all. Ian wasn’t an it, he was a he… forceful, strong, deserving of respect. Me? I was a frail, blushing little thing on the floor in front of him… a slut, a bitch. A cunt.

Why was this running through my head? Why was it so hot? I couldn’t focus to answer those questions. It wasn’t so much that they didn’t matter… it was more that it didn’t matter that they mattered. Ian’s driving need to use me, to possess me, to pound his way into me mattered more.

His whole body was a white hot mass of burning frustration, bound in granite-hard self-control. He’d been swallowing his anger at his dad for so long doing it felt like sustenance. He did the same with the anger he inevitably directed at himself, as a result of his father’s judgments, implied and actual.

I knew he wasn’t bad at manipulating elements, but it didn’t come as easily as he felt it should given his father’s stature as a pyromancer. He felt like he didn’t have what it would take to make it as a musician. Fighting in the arena was as much of a struggle as magic and art… more, probably… but it wasn’t something he was supposed to be good at, and it felt right to be a struggle. He knew he was green and lacked the physical advantages of some of the non-human fighters, so his victories there could feel like triumphs.

It was a little weird to think about these things while I sucked on Ian’s dick, but in a way I felt like they were driving into me the same way he was driving into me. Ian fucking my face was in his own way as brutal and urgent as Steff was when she held me down and ground against me… except that he slackened his pace quite a bit at odd moments, apparently. I felt his cock spasm and I thought maybe he was finishing already, but then I realized it was losing some of its hardness.

I thought about asking if everything was okay, but my voice felt trapped in my throat, and not just because my mouth was full. I sucked with vigor, trying to slide my head up and down to give him back some of the motion that he’d lost.

He didn’t seem to be into it, and neither did I… it was like he was slipping away. I felt myself coming back to myself. It was weird how a few moments before, I’d been a cunt… a thing to be fucked, with no other purpose or use but his pleasure, and then…

Before I could finish that thought, it was blasted out of my head by a renewed burst of vigor from Ian. The world contracted until it was just my mouth and his cock… or his cock grew until it blocked out everything else. It was relentless, huge, powerful… I felt well and truly fucked, and then I felt nothing except for his urgent need, building up, growing ever more desperate as it came closer and closer to culmination, the need for relief growing faster than it could possibly come.

He slammed into me, and not just physically. The scent and feel of him seemed to be hitting me with unusual force. It was almost like the weight of his personality was crashing into my head. He was thrusting the head of his dick against the back of my mouth like he usually did, like he thought he could force it down my throat… then something clicked and, amazingly, he did. I shifted my body back and moved my head a bit and it was like my throat just opened up.

That made it sound smoother than it actually was. It was a tight fit, so tight. I almost gagged, but somehow managed to clamp down on that reflex with iron force. I had been moving with Ian as best as I could but at that point I just froze, became utterly passive. Part of that was that I had to concentrate on just taking him in, but also I felt like I was caught in a tight, constricting grip.

Ian didn’t seem to mind one bit, and so I didn’t mind, either. He reveled in his achievement, in his conquest of me. He was a conqueror. He was fucking a demon in the mouth, and if that wasn’t badass beyond badass he didn’t know… that is, I didn’t know… what was.

He slid in further and not quite out, again and again, and I felt the impending release and welcomed it, knowing that Ian was going to spray his seed deeper inside me than ever before, than anyone else had. Not that anyone else had, except for… the end of that thought was practically slapped out of my head as Ian shoved himself as deep into my throat as he could, straining his crotch against my mouth. He spasmed, and my throat spasmed around him.

A wave of almost orgasmic pleasure hit my brain, blasted through it, blanked out my vision with a white-hot haze.

I felt like I was being hollowed out, torn away, smashed to pieces by the fist of some god of love and rage and need and joy.

I had a sense that this was exactly like what sex should be like and a dim wonder of why it was like this, and then I had no sense of anything at all, except for one of deep fatigue and deeper satisfaction, and of my own small body on the floor and Ian being before and above me.

Tales of MU is now on Patreon! Help keep the story going!

Or if you particularly enjoyed this chapter, leave a tip!

Characters: ,

72 Responses to “464: The Beast With One Brain”

  1. anthony says:

    You missed a close italics tag somewhere

    Current score: 0
  2. AGMLego says:

    Was the bulk of the chapter supposed to be in italics?

    Otherwise, this was fantastic.

    Current score: 0
  3. Marid says:

    I spy with my little eye, something that’s missing an .

    Current score: 0
    • Marid says:

      That’s supposed to be [/i]. But with .

      Current score: 0
  4. Masadori says:

    Totally feeding on his emotions and thoughts and completely clueless, wonder when she’ll realize.. lol
    Also, itallics broken halfway through. 😡

    Current score: 0
    • Masadori says:

      wa it made it an angry face, was supposed to be mouth taped shut like this =X

      Current score: 0
    • Rognik says:

      Judging by her past insights and how long it takes her to realize anything, I’d say… when someone points it out to her.

      Current score: 0
      • zeel says:

        no, after they point it out she will deny it. then someone else will deny it later. then even later she will get hungry and use it for bad things, and once she eats she will be totally freaked out.

        or Dee will notice and convince her.

        Current score: 0
  5. zeel says:

    I have always wondered (since reading MU that is) what it would be like for a telepth to have sex with there mind open. this sums it up nicely i think.

    notice how she thinks things that are not her own thoughts, and how her thoughts of Steff almost kill Ian’s boner. she must be emitting as much back at him as she is picking up, so he gets thoughts that aren’t his.

    and then to finish things up, the pleasure of his orgasm jumps to her, and then back and the feed-back knocks her out.

    Current score: 3
  6. Kat says:

    This is amazingly hot. I want more like this. 😀

    Current score: 1
  7. Mari says:

    Man, he really doesn’t have a good opinion of her. Kind of makes me feel sorry for Mackenzie. But, I guess she’s into being thought of in such a way, so it is okay.

    Current score: 0
    • zeel says:

      I think it is less of a legitimate opinion, and more of a sex thing. Mackenzie has had similar thoughts of herself (that were her own thoughts) during sex. thoughts in the heat of the moment aren’t always an acurate picture of what someone really thinks.

      Current score: 2
      • Zergonapal says:

        Totally agree, in the moment you are not yourself, but a beast that craves satisfaction.

        Current score: 1
    • Megan says:

      Why do you say he doesn’t have a good opinion of her?
      I’ve always classed theirs as a mutually loving, caring relationship…

      Current score: 0
  8. Zathras IX says:

    Ian wears boxers
    But ensures that Mackenzie’s
    Thoroughly debriefed

    Current score: 1
  9. Kevin says:

    I’ve kinda wondered what goblin sex would look like, though I dunno if anyone else does. And that has almost nothing to do with the chapter but the author’s note made me think about it.

    Current score: 0
  10. Lorδ_Zeθeξ says:

    Ooh, I really hope the fish or something else did this to her mind. Cool chapter. Also it sounds dangerous if you think someones else thoughts are your own (in general I mean). By the way shouldn’t her demonic mind harm people if she touches their minds?
    Now I have some questions about the sex scene thing. Will you put the couple together in cannon even if you wouldn’t have elsewise or will it be a non-cannon story like the guestposts? If the first is the case I’d like some interesting story with Hazel, but I actually hope that the second is the case even if I still haven’t made up my mind about the participators.

    Current score: 0
    • Nilych says:

      A bit off topic maybe, but I’m diagnosed with paranoid personality disorder. I’m carefully monitored, but unmedicated. My doc says the reason she doesn’t recommend medication is my view of the disorder keeps it in check. I view most of the paranoid thoughts as originating from another person, as that is how they feel- like someone other than me is thinking them. “They’re just waiting for an opportunity to stab you in the back.” “He/She’s laughing at you as soon as you’re out of the room.” So to a degree, I think, there would be a way to notice the thoughts aren’t your own – that sense of ‘otherness.’

      Current score: 0
    • zeel says:

      it is my impression that it is only if someone enters her mind that they are in harms way.

      the suns light can hit you, and effect you just fine without you looking at it. but if you do look at it you can be blinded. i think it something like that.

      Current score: 0
  11. Fylas says:

    This is pretty interesting, and hilarious at the same time considering she still doesn’t notice that she’s getting his emotions and thoughts.XD In retrospect the one time Mack was attacked by gladiators and knocked out the esp girl trying to read her thoughts by opening all flood gates could be seen as much as forshadowing as her mother or fathers peciular traits.

    Current score: 1
  12. Kirine says:

    Ohh boy. I hope Dee comes back soon. I can see Mack’s new abilities getting her into a LOT of trouble if she’s not taught to control them. Particularly when she goes back in to Coach Callahan’s class and goes up against Gloria.

    This also leads me to believe that she’s had the ability all along and just repressed it. If she can force her will onto others, then that leads me to believe that she had something to do with her mother’s death. I’m really hoping that particular area of the plot will be revealed soon.

    Current score: 1
    • adam says:

      I hope Dee comes back, because I really like that character. But I’m hoping this causes all sorts of trouble for Mack. It’s the trouble Mack gets into that makes this so very entertaining to read.

      I also think it’s really interesting seeing her read people’s minds and affecting others without knowing that’s what she’s doing. It’s really well described, and I’m betting (given the last two chapters) that it’ll be a far more interesting read if she slowly figures out what’s going on than if someone comes and lays it out for her.

      Current score: 0
    • Ducky says:

      I’m thinking maybe her mom went into Mack’s mind, maybe to help her learn to control her power, and went nuts, even though neither of them knew she was part demon nor that her thoughts were any sort of dangerous.

      Current score: 0
      • zeel says:

        that is. . . well possible, it would explain her death, as well as why Mackenzie has such trouble talking about it, plus the “It wasn’t my fault” thing.

        but it seems a bit far fetched.

        Current score: 0
  13. Durragh says:

    wow. heat of the moment might not be the best time for learning, (and heat is the perfect word for this one!) but when things cool down i really hope she either realizes whats going on or talks about it with someone who gets it!

    Current score: 0
  14. Elurindel says:

    Long-time lurker, first-time poster. This one struck a chord with me, and reminds me a little of the thoughts of the men and women who follow the mindset of Gor. The idea of liberating yourself by letting everything else go, except for the need to please another. That, and the whole telepathy thing did very nice things to me. This was probably one of the best-written sex scenes I’ve ever found, online or offline. Bravo.

    Current score: 0
  15. SeanB says:

    I liked his balls. I kissed them.

    I know she likes them, and the body attached to them, but should not the term be “licked”?

    A lovely chapter, and I can hardly wait to see the next few.

    Current score: 0
  16. Krey says:

    IAN / STEPH PLZ!!!!

    Current score: 0
    • Khavren says:

      Ian/Steff/Mack/Ama 🙂

      Current score: 0
    • zeel says:

      I second that

      also Ian Jamie

      Current score: 0
    • moofable says:

      I so agree with Ian/Steph

      Current score: 0
      • Josh says:

        Ian/Steph would probably be pretty good. I can’t really picture Ian/Jamie but Jamie/Steph I could see especially post-change

        Current score: 1
  17. adam says:

    I think a Steff/Amaranth scene would be very hot and interesting, especially after Steff’s transformation. Likewise, a scene with Steff and Viktor would be awesome. I’m interested in seeing how they relate to each other from within that relationship rather than from Mackenzie’s viewpoint.

    Current score: 1
  18. zeel says:

    oh. . . Steff-Coach

    Current score: 0
  19. miz*G says:

    Steph/Ian/Callahan 😀

    Current score: 0
  20. Anthony says:

    Haven’t seen this mentioned yet, but I can’t be the only one who thinks a Dee/Amaranth scene would be totally hot…

    Current score: 1
    • moofable says:

      You are not.

      Current score: 1
    • Matarael says:

      That would make for a very nice scene indeed.

      Current score: 0
      • Lorδ_Zeθeξ says:

        Ooh Yeah! This even has big potential for non-sexual insights being mixed in.
        Actually I’d love any interesting Harlowe pairing with Dee in it.

        Current score: 0
        • Durragh says:

          yeah… dee/amaranth has SERIOUS potential… no need to write it… i’ve got it playing in my head now…:) although for the whole insight into Dee thing, yeah, go ahead and write that one 🙂 that would be an awesome read.

          Current score: 0
  21. WG says:

    AE – as a suggestion for a canon pairing, how about exploring Mother Khaele with…well, whatever/whoever in the range of gods that would be appropriate? Surely a goddess for nymphs would have some nymphly tendencies. 🙂

    Current score: 1
  22. Trystia says:

    After giving it a lot of thought, the two sex scene pairings would be either a canonical scene with any of the goblins, or a non-canonical scene with Amaranth and Embries.

    Current score: 1
  23. Josh says:

    Some Sort Of Eyeless Fish-Beast/The Ridiculous Owl Turtle Thing

    Current score: 0
  24. Dave says:

    Getting back to events in the current chapter – TWO is going to be very cross about those ripped clothes! Mackenzie needs to dispose of them somewhere – but I don’t suppose she’ll think of that until it’s too late 🙂

    Current score: 0
  25. OhPun says:

    I am wondering how Mackenzie and Amaranth’s next sexual encounter will go. I’m imagining some sort of infinite sexual feedback loop as Amaranth senses Mackenzie reading Amaranth’s desires …

    Which brings up (to me at least) the interesting question of what Amaranth really wants.

    If a nymph can become human, can a human become a nymph?

    Current score: 0
    • zeel says:

      that would be. . .

      HOT. . .

      at the vary least it shale be nominated for a non-cannon story!!!

      Current score: 0
  26. Karr says:

    I’d personally like to see an encounter between Mack’s mom and dad.. Curious if her mom was a submissive like her, or if her and The Man played power games or whatnot in their bedroom time(s)?

    Current score: 1
  27. cnic says:

    Not that it would ever happen but I was disappointed we never got to see a Mackenzie/Sooni pairing. That I would love to see, not the fumbled attempt we saw (which admittedly made sense).

    Current score: 0
    • zeel says:

      I would actually like a retell of the date night where Mackenzie actually has sex with her, despite how obviously drunk they were.

      Current score: 0
      • Rafinius says:

        That would be interesting, but only if Sooni gets to understand and enjoy it too. Else it’s kinda gross, like taking advantage of a grown up child…

        Current score: 0
  28. readaholic says:

    I like the Amaranth/Embries pairing too. Or Khersis and Khelaine. Hmm – Granny and Grandpa Blaise? Feejee and her human boyfriend. Owain and either Honey or Hazel? Or both lol, Owain being the tricksy type. Embries and Zanita Sappheiros would also be very interesting. (Zanita Sappheiros is the greater blue dragon whose hoard Callahan used to bribe Embries to get her position at MU)

    Current score: 0
  29. zeel says:

    “The Beast With One Brain” I know dub thee “Macian”

    Current score: 0
  30. Hm. I’m thinking 2 things, off the top of my head:

    1) It’s been a really long time since Mack fed. Nobody is really keeping as good a finger on that as everybody has said they meant to.

    2) This mindsharing effect isn’t some new ability of Mack’s, it’s external… possibly from the extraplanar emanations (on purpose or not) from the fish-beast. Or some combination thereof. Clearly Mack was broadcasting as well as picking up. Or narrowcasting perhaps, with just Ian, who knows.

    3) (Yes I know I said 2, bite me) This was pretty hot. Mixing lyrical prose with smut is a rare gift among erotica writers (and wannabe erotica writers), and AE’s got it.

    4) I’m quite interested to see where this goes…

    Current score: 1
    • zeel says:

      1. she fed at the tomb of horrors.

      2. I hope not, i want Mackenzie to have telepathy.

      3. I agree.

      $. dido

      Current score: 1
  31. Oh, and put my vote down for Jillian and…. hm… Ian or Stef. You could easily frame it as a daydream, and even leave it unclear whose daydream it was.

    Pala would be interesting too. Not sure whom with, but I like her.

    Actually my favorite pairing so far has been Feejee/Iona and Mack… what can I say, I likes the bitey.

    Current score: 0
  32. Oh shit, I almost forgot, Dee and her halfkind nanny whose name I forget. I miss Dee.

    Okay, I’ll stop now @_@

    Current score: 0
    • Josh says:

      That could be good, yea. For some reason I think a threesome with Dee/Steff/Dee’s Halfkind Nanny could be equally as good. Although involving the nanny does bring on a incestuous tone to it…it’d be interesting to see Dee faced with that.

      Current score: 0
  33. zeel says:

    New theory:

    perhaps the intrusion of her father into her mind, her abilities are waking up? Her mind may have just needed a little push to open up. and yes the EFB might have pushed a bit as well.

    Current score: 0
  34. XIII says:

    Yeah, that was hot.

    So yeah… Im inclined to agree with Dave above hear, Feejee and Mack together are my favorite pair so far, the predator prey dynamic is overwhelmingly nice… Personally id love to see one with either Feejee or Iona have had the tables turned with Mack being the predator where they are the prey.

    Also Ian experimenting with the all new voluptuous Steff would be quite fun.

    Current score: 0
  35. zeel says:

    Happy Halloween!
    × × ×

    Current score: 0
  36. saffy says:

    I’d actually love it if there was a romantic, asexual pairing at the university. Any combination of genders would be fine.

    Current score: 1
  37. ft says:

    Callahan and Mur-Si.

    Two and the vibrator Amaranth gave her for her birthday.

    Current score: 1
  38. Mr. Sue says:

    ‘Aqualine’ sounds like scuba gear. Presume you mean ‘aquiline’.

    Current score: 0
  39. JerK says:

    I just skim the Steff and Ian sexual encounters now because they really ick me out personally. I’m hoping I don’t miss too much but at least I have the comments to fill in the blanks.

    Current score: 0