This couldn't be happening. But it was...

Video games may have been getting more risque lately but at the game table, this was usually where the Game Master would describe a fade to black to spare everyone the discomfort of role-playing out an explicit sexual encounter. Naturally, the players would laugh a bit in borderline childishness. If we were feeling particularly silly a few Constitutional based 'performance' rolls might be made, with the involved players silently praying to all the dice gods this would not be the time that they'd roll a critical fumble.

This is crazy, this is crazy, this is crazy…

I lean back on the edge of the tub, legs dangling in the hot water, my butt on the cold tile. Between my spread thighs, Cinnamon is kneeling half-submerged, soapy breasts bobbing, her hands on my thighs creeping up my legs by fractions of an inch.

Damn it, Brian! The salacious display spurs me onward. You can do this! Swallowing the lump in my throat I gather my courage. This is the dream, buddy!

"Hands still." Kryst orders. Cinnamon glances to where the fairy is pacing across my abs like a drill instructor, and nods.

"Remember, don't get too worked up too fast."

"Right." Cinnamon brow crinkles as she steels her resolve with a look of determination that would be comical in any other situation. She lets out a slow breath and glances up past my obsidian length to my face.

I feel… strange still wearing my shades. Like I am a 'bit too cool for school' machismo jerk.

The lights have been dimmed for mood, to a point that that my sensitive eyes would not be blinking back tears. It was with shock then that when I'd started to remove my shades both ladies had requested for me to leave them on. Back home I'd think a woman would consider it a callous, a downright inconsiderate thing to do. Being out of the norm and without my homeworld connotations, however, perhaps it is simply a much more erotic sight for them.

"Nice and easy. You want to let the fires build slowly, not throw oil onto them in an explosive burst. That is half of your problem. Getting worked up way too fast." Kryst repeats for the third time.

"What do you mean?" I ask Kryst trying to take my mind off of what is happening between my legs and, truth be told, a little unsure whether she is speaking to me or Cinnamon.

"Beastkin in general tend to get aroused quickly, but Lepuri even more so." Kryst says with a small wave of a hand. "It's not their fault, simply nature at play."

My brain struggles to override my lust. Somehow it wins and the words come out.

"Kryst, are you absolutely sure about this?" I kick myself, again, for suggesting we not try however the thoughts of the disastrous consequences of what could happen if we screw up does help take a bit of the edge off of my own fast-growing arousal at least. "I mean, this could be really dangerous."

"Trust me, Brian. I know what I am doing." Kryst reassures then turns back to Cinnamon.

Spoiler: Spoiler

"Go ahead, Carrots. Just lean in and start with a few kisses."

"Umm okay." The moment of truth. Cinnamon lowers her face down to the base of my dick. Her lips with a feather touch alight on my balls. Gently, oh so gently, she continues to deliver the soft kisses until I swear she must have covered every inch three times over.

"Good, you're doing great." Kryst praises, and in my mind, I ferociously nod my head up and down like a bobble-head doll stuck in a paint shaker. "Now, when you're ready, give him a lick."

I feel Cinnamon, lips still kissing nod her head and a few heartbeats later a tongue delicately touch my sack.

A groan starts to build in my throat. Kryst shoots me a glare and…

Wits Save: Success!

…with a will of steel that's even harder than my penis I push it down. I'd been warned that too much of a show of pleasure on my part, particularly at the start, might be detrimental to keeping her calm.

Cinnamon's face stays just out of sight but I feel each delicate touch as she explores my nuts and the base of my pole. Her ears twitch between my legs and her damp hair tickles at my inner thigh.

Kryst, standing next to my dick like it's a tree on the edge of a cliff, places a hand onto my trunk for support and leans over, looking down between my legs. I see her nod then make a come forward motion like she is directing a driver attempting a tight parallel park. The pleasure builds as I feel Cinnamons teasing tongue slowly start traveling upward.

I grit my teeth as her eyes rise up and into view and she gazes into mine. Had I been back in my normal body I have absolutely zero doubt that sight alone would have had me spraying like a fire hose to be quickly followed by a curl into a protective fetal ball position. Luckily, whatever will or constitutional power I possess here is stronger.

I keep my face impassive, thankful that the girls had me wear my shades after all. If Cinnamon could see the absolute lust in my eyes I'd definitely have a bunny rabbit nibbling on my dick instead of her full soft lips.

Deception: Success!

What feels like an eternity of pleasure later Cinnamon reaches the tip of my length and without warning her lips engulf my cock head. She manages to get two quick bobs and a quarter of the way down my length when Kryst smacks her nose with a "NO! What did I say?"

Cinnamon pulls back in a flash. Looking emotionally hurt and forcing Kryst to deftly sidestep my dick as it slaps against my abs and bounces upright like an armless wacky waving inflatable tube man.

"Okay, but... It's hard!" Cinnamon whines staring at my cock, wobbling away in front of her. "I just wanted to taste him a teeny bit is all! See? I only went down a little!" Cinnamon protests indicating the wetness on my pole.

"Look!" Kryst lets out a huff, "If you aren't even gonna try to follow my instructions then we can just forget this whole thing! That's it. We're done."

"No! No!" Cinnamon shakes her head vehemently from side to side. "I promise, I'll be good. I won't suck him anymore!"

"Well… I mean, Kryst. If she really wants to..." I manage to choke out.

"You shaddap! You're not helping." Kryst says pointing at me with a knife-hand. The fairy lets out a long sigh and paces for a moment or two, making both Cinnamon and I hold our breath for her decision.

"I would say your thinking with your small head, but in your case, that's a bit of a misnomer." Kryst chuckles and smacks my length, just under the tip. It wobbles from side to side and a weird sensation lances through my body from her touch. I try and stifle it but can't help but let out a groan of pleasure.

"Fine. We'll give it another go. From the top… err bottom." Kryst gives a double clap of her hands and points Cinnamon back down to my balls. With a closed-eyed coo of joy Cinnamon settles back down between my legs. I watch her butt rise out of the water, her bunny tail dancing about.

Hours of torture later, but what is according to my new magical pocket watch on the tile next to me actually only seventeen minutes, my cock and balls are now glistening. Under Kryst's expert guidance, the beautiful bunny girl has graduated from the gentle kisses and worshiping licks to sucking each of my swollen balls into her mouth.

Only after they've been tongue swirled and suckled to the point that my cock is dribbling pre-cum like it's a leaky faucet does Kryst finally allow her to leave them alone and place my cock between her lips.

Unwilling to make the same mistake again Cinnamon dutifully does as instructed bobbing up and down on my length at a leisurely speed directed by the fairy. Which I may add she does with a shockingly unprecedented level of skill. Slowly working her way up, or more accurately down, until she is now engulfing an impressive two-thirds of my shaft with each downward stroke.

Two days, or nine and a half minutes, later I can't take it anymore.

"Gawddamn… Kryst! P-Please! Time... I need a break..." I croak.

"Hells below, Brantley!" Kryst chastises with a sharp suck of her teeth. "We haven't even gotten to the hard stuff yet!"

"Holding off from popping under all this teasing ain't easy!" I say, my tongue growing steadily looser from the ongoing stress. "Never-mind that I've been picturing this for going on three days!"

"Hey! Having you around with those washboard abs and, wanna sit on your face good looks, ain't a picnic for us either you know." Kryst buzzes, face flushed she points at my tensed stomach and then accusingly up at my face. Cinnamon, still with half of my dick in her mouth nods suddenly in fervent agreement.

Constitution Save: Fail!

A wave of tension builds. The world slows as my Lightning Reflexes kick in, a dam a split second away from bursting…

Wits Save: Critical Success!

Criteria Met.

Unlocked: Special Ability: Iron Will: lvl 1- Available for purchase.

Time Limited Purchase

With inhuman control I grab Cinnamons hair and somehow yank her off of me with a wet sounding pop, barely preventing the inevitable.

Immediately Cinnamon starts to gasp and shiver. Her arms tremble, fingers digging painfully into the muscles of my thighs.

"Get your godsdamned hands off her!" Kryst screeches, suddenly an inch away from my face. "Right now!"

Shocked, I release my grip on Cinnamon's hair. The ferocity behind Kryst voice scaring my approaching orgasm down a few notches on what will inevitably be comparable to the Mt. Saint Helen's explosion.

"Take it easy, Cinnamon." In a flash Kryst is at my thigh and making a 'Whoa, settle down' calming motion with her hands. "Just take a breath and relax. Breath slowly. You're okay." Kryst instructs.

Cinnamon nods, closing her eyes and breathing deep. Ever so slowly her breath steadies. She looks up at me her eyes wide and apologetic.

"I'm sorry… I didn't mean." Cinnamon lowers her eyes looking on the verge of tears. "That was so stupid of me."

"No! Hey. It's alright. I…" I cut her off trying to ease the defeatist attitude, I grin and shake my head from side to side "I just got a bit too turned on and needed a little breather. Believe me. You did nothing wrong."

Cinnamon goes quiet but I notice her lowered ears perk up a bit.

"Okay." She finally says. She bites her lip then looks up at me with a nervous smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

"So… did you, like it? I mean… I know you are putting up with a lot--"

"Cinni-baby, speaking for myself and my friend here," I shake my head and motion down to my rock hard length, "I think that we can both agree you are absolutely amazing." With a grin, I tense the muscles in my groin making my dick bounce up and down in the semblance of an extremely happy nod of approval.

Charm vs Cinnamon Butter: Success!

Cinnamons giggle coo laughs at my antics is quickly cut off with a loud 'Ahem.' from Kryst. She cocks an eyebrow in my direction in an obvious warning not to continue with too much flattery.

"If you two are quite done?" The fairy motions toward Cinnamon to get back into position. Cinnamon nods. Stands and stretches. She works out her jaw, then with her hands on my legs, kneels back down. Kryst still makes her stay like that a minute or so more, watching her like a hawk to make sure she has calmed enough continue.

Satisfied at last, she gives Cinnamon a nod of approval and I am once more rewarded with the glorious sights, sounds, and sensations of my sweet, sexy shy, playboy bunny beauty slurping steadily up and down on me.

Walking up my body Kryst takes a seat on my shoulder and I can't help but feel the heat from her own snatch practically scalding a blister on my skin.

"That was a close one." She whispers into my ear.

"What happened?" I whisper, my eyes rolling back as Cinnamon reaches the tip of my dick and slowly reverses direction. "I mean… I kinda know what happened, but, well… what happened?"

"Carrots told me earlier. She likes a man who takes charge a bit. Why do you think you're keeping still and letting her do all the work? For your benefit?" Kryst tsks and shakes her head. "No, she ain't ready for you to take any sort of control yet. She is doing really well, but--"

"I'll fucking say." I groan silently, gritting my teeth and trying to think about cold showers with ugly clowns.

"But," Kryst continues rapping on the side of my head with her tiny fist, "as close as that little slip was I don't think we should take any more chances."

"What do you mean? Do you think we should stop?" I whisper back, again glad that I'm wearing shades so that this time Kryst can't see what must be my puppy dog eyes begging it not to be true.

"No. We are okay now, but do believe that's about as far as we are gonna get today without a safety net." Kryst stands up and a tiny footstep eases her closer to my ear. Doll sized hands touch the lobe and stroke upward to the sharp tapered tips, masterfully manipulating the highly-sensitive erogenous zones this body possesses. That weird euphoria starts again, and a small bit of warm, moist air, brushes over my ear, a tingle that travels up and down my neck.

"Now then, you naughty tease, I know you are all bug-eyed for the bunny…" Kryst whispers in a low husky voice directly into my ear canal. "But there are things I can do that'll leave you panting. Begging for more…" I feel her lips touch my ears and a jolt rocks through my body and lightning bolts toward my groin. Kryst knows what she is doing, however, and pulls back at the last moment. Even still my abdominals tighten almost painfully and I nearly shove my hips upward questing for more of the pleasure of Cinnamon's mouth.

"See?" With a chuckle, Kryst peers around the side of my face then slide her naked body down my chest. She stands, jabs her hands onto her hips and strikes a pose, a wicked smile oozing onto her face. Like a high heeled dominatrix, she presses the toes of one foot to my clavicle and pushes downward. There is the gentlest of pressure but I sink backward to lay back on the towel-covered tile behind me.

Kryst slowly saunters up, stopping at my chin to lick her lips. At the back of my mind, there is a pinprick of doubt. I can't help but think that this is all an act that she's putting on.

Cinnamon was different. It was almost inconceivable that her emotions weren't right out there for all to see. Kryst on the other hand.

Other 'mean girl' types have done it to me before after all. Teasing me. Toying with my emotions in a sick sort of game in order to gain their own satisfaction. I study her for a moment trying to get a bead on what she is thinking. To see through the lie.

Insight: Success!

I feel ashamed when I look into her face. There is a genuine desire there. Incredulously Kryst wants me to want her. If anything she's intimidated by Cinnamon and my obvious desire for her. Not to be outdone, she's showing off. Arching her back, thrusting out her chest and turning her hips to accentuate her Barbie doll proportions even further.

"You can be pretty smooth with that mouth of yours, Too Tall." She stares down at me with a flushed face and an excited grin of her own.

It's time you really put it to work."