Enough fun for the day
KYRA
My headdamn near explodes with all the information I’ve been going over since Angie dropped off the clutter on top of my desk. Books, scrolls, and even letters dating back ages, occupy the earlier hours with combat training following after.
An entire day has elapsed, or so it seems, yet thanks to their time difference, it has only been a few hours.
Any progress made from studying yields a white sigil, adding another ‘something’ in its place. Like Angie is tracking my progress, but how?
“Lisa, are you here?” A voice startles the living hell out of me.
Surprised, I stand, knocking over my chair. “Who the fuck are you, and how’d you get in my room?”
“You’re not Lisa, shit, wrong room.” He glances around before taking me in fully. “Heyyy, you’re cute.”
“Dude, what? Why are you here…standing in my room, shirtless…and in a towel…with a ball gag in your hands?” The longer he remains, the morethingsI discover in question.
“It’s none of your business. The better question is, why areyouin a hoodie and underwear? Cute underwear.” He advances with hiseyes glued to my pelvis. Each step loosens the towel around his waist more and more.
“Stop,” I command, not wanting to see what lies beneath his towel. Though something sways back and forth.What in the hell is–
“Look, cutie.” He licks his lips. “I’m in a towel, and you’re in your panties. The Goddesses of Faith brought us together, so let’s explore why.”
“I think the fuck not! This is my room, and I can wear whatever the hell I want. Take another step and you’ll regret it. Now get the hell out.”
He stops on command, but just when I surmise he will depart, his towel drops, and my gaze follows. Along with my jaw. The term ‘elephant trunk’ barely describes what I’m witnessing. I’ve seen enough cocks over the years to deduce something this size is unnatural.Why is it so damn huge? Like an arm dangling there.
Better yet, why can’t I look away?
“You like what you see?” The arrogant asshole smirks, and my voice abandons me. He makes it jump and wiggle about, and I continue watching. As though someone is forcing me to endure it.“I’ll take your silence as a yes,” he chuckles, and whatever I did in my past life couldn’t have earned this amount of bad luck. It begins stiffening, growing larger, and I gasp at how close it is to the floor. One dip of his hips and…there it is. *Thud* *Thud* He bounces up and down.
“Kyra, I come bearing gifts.” Angie’s sweet voice snaps me from the brink of regret. “Oh my, am I interrupting your…” She pauses, sharing a look between him and me. “Alone time?”
“I–I don’t know this guy. He showed up, dropping his towel, and revealed whateverthatis. Now he is refusing to leave.” I gesture at his monstrosity.
“Hey–Hey, ladies. You shouldn’t fight over little ole me. I’m more than enough for two women’s pleasure,” he says, swirling his hips in a circular motion, makingitslap against his calves and shins.
The motion alone almost steals my balance. Each calf and shinsmack increases its sparkling shimmer, and my attention shifts betweenitand Angie in a way of asking if she is witnessing this too.
She folds her arms, appearing unimpressed. “I’ll decline on said arrangements. You’re not my type. But didn’t my bestie ask you to leave? From her displayed expression, I’d say you’re not her type either. So, I’ll ask this once, can you leave and never speak of this again.” She points her finger towards my door.
He interjects, because why not, “I disagree.” *smack* *smack* “Her look tells me something different.”
Without another word, Angie manifests her sword at an unmatched speed and slices his member in half. I gasp, placing a hand over my mouth in tandem with his booming wail. Yielding…Excitement…Shocked.
Small rocks and stones crumble into a pile of rubble as dust blooms around him, and her weapon dissipates.
“How dare you! You had no right!” He panics, collecting the scattered debris of his manhood.
“If you want the rest to remain intact, you’ll grab your towel and make haste. I won’t ask again,” she rebuts.Damn, Angie is terrifying.I don’t question how she managed to turn it into a pile of rocks. I’ll blame it on magic.
Loose pebbles continue to scatter, and my attention shifts elsewhere as a snicker escapes me. Once standing there in all his glory, his cock is now something far less appealing. Squinting to see what remains between his legs, I feel second-hand embarrassment turn my face red with heated spots.
Taps across the floor speak of him departing, and I wait for the door’s signal when Angie announces, “He’s gone.”
“Are you sure? I didn’t hear the door close.” I remain focused on the back wall.
“He’s a ground fay from House Earth. They can walk through walls,” she says, the sounds of moving books echoing.
