A/N: Choices below are not for readers, just the way a request wanted to be formatted.

Loud chirps fill the air. Awakened, you slowly open eyes only to wince at the sight of sunlight pouring through the holes of the nearby, white window frames. The same shine falls upon the carpet floor, the vanilla couch, and the bed you lay on under its ashen sheets. Stone walls stretch around the room up to the second floor. Mahogany tables and bookcases occupy other parts of this spacious bedroom.

"Mh, good morning."

This groan follows a wet touch to the crotch. You notice a bump shift in the front sheets. Finally out of a drowsy state, you fling the covers aside to find a curvaceous figure on the mattress. Her apple-shaped buttocks and muscular back help you identify the woman as Cassandra Pentaghast, reliable ally in combat and a romantic lover. Lying against her stomach, this dark-haired minx gives your penis another lick at its pink head before grabbing it with fingers.

"Good morning to you as, whoa!"

You jump after Cassandra brushes her other hand against your balls. She raises the cock to lick up its underside. Her sultry eyes never break its gaze upon your face as she resumes the blowjob that makes the penis gain a few more inches. Her slurps leave the meat wet, raises your arousal as jolts continue to streamline along your body's nerves.

"Last night was amazing. You were very stimulating, my stallion."

"Y-yes, being drunk at a party did bring some incentive to do it there and everywhere on the way back to our room." You hold back many gasps after your meat grows into its full erect state. Your lover slides lips down this elongated form in one go, does an impressive job gobbling cock. "I find it more traditional to do it in the bed first thing in the morning."

Cassandra bobs her head back and forth. You tense from the pleasure and hold back the need to blow early. She slides hands along your thick thighs until they grip the skin of your waist. She pulls lips off of the stiff rod and slides a tongue along the side. "Release anytime. We cannot allow the Inquisitor to carry out his duties while weighed down by duties."

The talk of ejaculation serves as a turn-on. This desire increases after your lover takes the cock back into mouth. Blowing the piece with loud sucks eventually build up pressure in the testicles, the wanted release.

When you squirt, Cassandra keeps the hose covered with her mouth. She swallows the semen; her throat shudders from the consumption. Your breaths come out shallow after the lovely cocksucker pulls off of the dick. She keeps jaws open, reveals the cum pooled on top of her tongue. It all vanishes after she pulls back and gulps. She parts her lips to show proof of consumption.

"Did I do this right the first time?"

"Y-yes." You gulp as Cassandra slides hands across your bare thighs. "But you know, you don't have to act that way every time."

"If you would like for me to be honest, I don't plan to do so." Your lover wipes a hand across her mouth and licks it for a quick cleaning. "But it's not entirely repulsive since I do it for you."

You still feel guilty about Cassandra's dislikes, but happy she considers you an exception. Delight overwhelms you after she approaches to bring lips together for a kiss. Slowly, you and her explore each other's mouths with your tongues. She gently pushes you against the wall, presses soft breasts into your chest - her hardened nips poke the skin. She plants her firm butt cheeks on top of your lap. Her crotch rubs in front of your penis as it grows upward, regains erection.

"Now here's an interesting idea, if you don't mind. Could you care to chant that one poem you discovered the other day?"

You try to remember the lines memorized at the last possible second (since let's be honest, Cassandra wouldn't let you touch her if there was no knowledge of that charming literature). This effort becomes difficult after the woman rises. On her knees, Cassandra places the flesh of her tulip bud on the tip of your wood - pussy meeting penis. She rotates her waist to wiggle your tender parts around - tease the possibility of penetration.

"Oh Inquisitor, I'm waiting."

"R-right." You feel an eye twitch. There's an urge to grab her strong, shapely hips and thrust it in there. Such impulsive show of lust could turn her off and serve as a strike against you during future bed excursions. "T-twinkle, twinkle, little star? How I wonder where you are?"

Cassandra's movements come to a halt. She frowns, "Wrong poetry. Try again."

"Oh contraire, I meant to share a new one." You press hands into her lovely buttocks, dig fingers into the flesh of those firm buns. "I read up on another one where I, the reader, find the most beautiful star descend from the heavens to grace me with the warm, light of her love."

Cassandra blinks rapidly, obviously surprised. You sigh inside your mind, grateful she did not raise alarms at your attempt to bullshit.

"So again, twinkle twinkle little star, your shine glows bright more than others by far."

You pull on the fine rear. The top woman follows without breaking her stare, avert those eyes that shine with wonder at your made-up poem.

"Your spark is hot and oh so bright, no others could ever stand up to its might."

A checkpoint is achieved once the head of your dick enters the soft, warm folds of her vagina. This encourages you to bring in all wits and wisdom into mind, create one more line that would seal the deal.

"Any man you embrace with such light, there would be joy, it would be so tight."

You groan the last part as Cassandra's bottom meets your lap. She does the same because the tip of your dick had touches her deepest ends. As the made-up poetry has served its purpose, you sit up until lips touch a hardened nipple. Several sucks and circular licks on this spot earn gasps from the woman's lips. You raise a hand to have it grasp the free breast. This fondling intensifies the oral reactions. You do more by moving hips back and forth, stir that penis inside your lover's meat pocket.

"Oh, oh, Inquisitor." Cassandra hugs your head to plant your face against her chest. She also wraps legs around your midsection and rocks the same area, show reciprocation for the love shown thus far. "Your touch is magnificent, much better than the awful words you sputtered with the most ridiculous poetry I've ever head."

Caught in the act, you feel shame. Lips curl once mischievous intentions find their way into your mind. "But it kept your attention long enough for us to get this far."

"Only because it was of erotic nature." Cassandra lets out a loud huff. Her insides tighten over your piece and leak fluids. "The diction was saucy and bold. That same effort with the first poem you've spoken to me is why I fornicated with you under the stars. Oh that moment, our first time; ravish me!"

You comply with harder thrusts. Your hands never leave her butt cheeks since their grip helps keep your bodies together. It's absolute luck that she allows this because you touched on a good memory - excellent use of nostalgia.

All sexual words and feral noise start to slow down as orgasms rise. You know because your balls grow heavy from the filling of another load. Cassandra utters a low groan and grinds hips into yours. This keeps your cock anchored inside her even after a flood erupts from the piss hole. Hard spurts are heard; your cum paints her insides.

"Oh, Inquisitor." Your lover drags lips across your cheek. Drunk with lust, she breaths hot air into your skin. "My stallion, I could feel it. Oh, there's no doubt in your potency."

You think it is a strange thing for Cassandra to mention after two of you had followed other means to ensure no pregnancy occurred. This moment of awkwardness vanishes once the afterglow of ejaculation settles in. Muscles relax, penis shrink, peace settles in your mind. Everyone sits still; Cassandra rests her head on top of your shoulder. Once the moment passes and you become conscious of time, several options suddenly pop into your mind.

Choices:

You and Cassandra go about the day for normal activities. At night, the two of you meet again in the bedroom.

Cassandra calls a familiar name. A large figure enters the room, presents a figure far more formidable than yours

Cassandra asks you to go to the library to read a new poem she found.

Hours later, Cassandra visits you, then urges you to come along. You notice there's an unusual amount of lust in her eyes. (she's enchanged to get slutty, really goes into nympho mode)