Destiny's Call: Sexy Side Stories

by Zenith Starwalker

These are the side chapters to my main storyline, so the title is self explanatory. This will act as supplemental material so that I won't stretch its current rating beyond its reasonable limits. I don't suspect that I'll be the greatest writer of smut out there, but bear with me. You'll want to read the main story if you want to have some context to go with the sexy fun times.

1. Chapter 1

Sexy Side Stories: Her Blissful Crescendo

Author's Note: Well it finally happened. After three years of writing, I actually sat down and wrote a smutty piece of work regarding one of my favorite background characters. This is semi-canon, so I'll leave it up to you whether or not it has any relevance to the main storyline. Reading the main story is recommended but not mandated, as I think I do a decent job of filling in any newcomers to the lion's share of the fundamentals. As of this posting, there are slight spoilers for the unreleased Chapter 32, so consider yourselves warned. I hope those of you who secretly desired this outcome are satisfied with the result. I poured several hours of my time into it, and have no idea how well it turned out due to my inexperience with erotic writing, so let me know what you think. Now if you'll pardon me, I need to take a cold shower to alleviate this weird, unprecedented feeling of shame that I'm experiencing.

I quietly shut the door behind me as I juggled an impressive number of grocery bags in one hand and the doorknob to my girlfriend's apartment entry in the other. I had left at dawn's first light that day to do some shopping errands for one of my many girlfriends, Octavia, who had been given early holiday leave for rest and recovery by the Royal Concordian Orchestra 'For enduring distressing circumstances' as the memo put it. I mentally rolled my eyes at their tactless sense of decorum. As if nearly losing her life could be summed up as merely 'distressing'.

The aforementioned musician had been kidnapped by goons hired by a former orchestra rival of hers, Marvelous Melody, who I had forced into resigning as First Chair Cellist after she disastrously attempted to flirt with me. I turned the slut down with a favored analogy of mine involving a key and a rusty lock and she had flown into a rage, threatening to destroy the livelihoods of both my Octavia and myself and even cause us bodily harm. Little did she know, I came prepared for all sorts of circumstances, and had recorded our conversation on an enchanted crystal meant for storing sound for later playback. She cursed my name and slunk back into the shadows from whence she came, wordlessly swearing revenge as she glared at me.

I wasn't too concerned at the time, even after she had hired a trio of jumped up sellswords to assassinate me. It failed, of course, and I warned her through them that any further attempts would be punished most severely. And for a while, it seemed as if she had learned her lesson. She skipped town for an extended vacation, licking her wounds and salvaging what was left of her pride. I surmised that it was then that somebody came to her and planted an idea in her mind that the best way to strike at me… was to target a person who was close to me, and Melody already had just the right candidate in mind.

Ill conceived as her vengeful plan was, I must admit that Melody had done the one thing that no other villains I had faced before had ever accomplished. She had struck an abstruse note of fear in me by kidnapping Octavia from her home sometime in the afternoon and leaving a mocking letter describing what would happen to her if I refused to come alone to her parents' palatial house and settle our score that night. I was only beginning to heal from my personal misgivings about relationships thanks to the wonderful women in my life, with Octavia being a shining example. I did not know what I would have done if I had lost her, and so I had no choice but to walk into what was doubtlessly a trap. But what Melody did not comprehend was that fear led to anger, which led to hate, which ultimately led to suffering… and as the fourth Trifect prophesized as this world's best hope for salvation against the unholy entity that was the Great Dissonance, I would ensure that it would be her suffering.

I infiltrated her stronghold and cut a swath through the amateur army of thugs she had hired like a buzz saw of devastation. She and the remnants of her house guard had holed themselves up in what they must have thought was a secure room. They were wide eyed and gaping in awe as I ripped the barricaded door off of its hinges with my magic like it was nothing more than a cheap, plastic Tupperware covering. Melody's men had formed a half ring around me as I made my ingress, each man pointing his crossbow at me, a few of them doing so shakily.

The single minded Melody made some grand, contrived speech in the moonlight about justice coming to her and that I was about to get my comeuppance, as though I had not expended the last ten minutes eliminating her henchmen like they were helpless sheep and transforming her home into a slaughterhouse. In her possession was my Octavia, with Melody's dagger to her throat. The crazed gleam in her captor's eye indicated to me that she was not bluffing. Even in my anger, I tried to be diplomatic and convince her to surrender, promising that she would be treated fairly for threatening the life of an Agent and her fellow countrywoman.

This only incensed Melody though, as I had hinted to her that I worked for Royalty beforehand, and that I was only recently declared an Agent. With a vicious sneer, she slid the blade that she held at Octavia's neck across her throat, issuing forth a dark red fountain from within that pulsed with her heartbeat. The details are still a bit fuzzy for me after the fact, but the world went dead as I witnessed my beloved Octavia slump to the floor while clutching at her lacerated throat. I felt something in me during those milliseconds snap with a resounding crack, and the ambient sound from the world rushed into my head with a roar as my vision went bright red and my hair ignited in an eruption of raw, magical energy. From the appalled looks of horror on everyone's faces, they knew that they were staring upon their doom. One man endeavored to leave through a side door before a tendril of my magic seized him and crushed him from inside out, resulting in a gory explosion that showered the inhabitants of the room.

There were fearful shouts as their crossbolts whistled at me, only to stop in midair Matrix-style due to my magic and clatter uselessly to the floor. I crossed the room with a purposeful, almost calm stride that disguised the sheer rage boiling within me as I gave the rest of her henchmen the same treatment. When the whirlwind of my magically enhanced fury had receded, eight of her crossbow wielding lackeys had been reduced to bloody smears on the walls and floors while the wretched woman herself was cowering at my feet, utterly terrified and begging for mercy. I seized her roughly and reminded her (in a tone so chilling that even I got shivers recalling it) what I would do to her if she ever screwed with me again. Her petrified, babbling mewls for mercy would have gone unheeded were it not for Octavia, who grasped at my boot heel and silently entreated me to withdraw the blade that I held to Melody's person. Even after what Melody had cruelly done to her, Octavia had proven herself the morally superior woman in those tense, emotion fueled moments.

Deciding that her injury was more pressing than the burning need for vengeance, I left the weepy-eyed Melody alone and surrounded by the macabre giblets of her henchmen in the ruins of her parents' Mansion as I gathered my ladylove in my arms and conveyed her to the closest source of help, commanding a passing Royal Guard on patrol who I was on familiar terms with to secure the prisoner inside utilizing my authority. I had healed the damage done to Octavia's throat with my magic before we had left the Mansion, but she had fallen unconscious due to the blood loss. I had never felt more frightened in my entire life as I rushed her through those ghostly, carven streets. I burst into the nearest hospital, ordering the staff that was on duty and in the immediate vicinity to attend to the woman in my arms. They were shocked by the abruptness of my arrival, but a bevy of nurses had professionally taken her off my hands and laid her on a gurney to transport her to a trauma room.

She was worryingly pale as a team of Doctors ran some diagnostic spells to discover what ailed her, and they determined her to be on the verge of going into Hypovolemic shock because of the aforementioned blood loss, which they estimated to be at a staggering forty percent of her total volume. When questioned, I explained to them that her throat had been slashed and that I had patched her up with a spell, though it couldn't regenerate blood by itself. From the raised eyebrows I garnered, a spell that could repair bodily damage like that was practically unheard of.

They had hardly finished disclosing to me that they were dreadfully low on bags of her specific Agrarian blood type (which I learned was a rare AB negative from her records) before I rolled up my sleeves and demanded that they give her mine. They incredulously asked me if I somehow was of her clan and her blood type (as I had told them that I cast a rapid healing spell on her) and I shocked them by revealing that I was a Trifect, which meant that my blood literally contained aspects from all three clans operating in sync and could coincidentally be used as a universal donor. I swore them to silence on this, as it was a secret that only a few were privy to. Being Doctors, confidentiality came naturally to them.

The brittle hypodermic needles they used kept breaking as they tried to pierce my flesh (Being me denoted having a thicker hide than average) before I grew anxious and nicked my own flesh with keenly honed edge of my Tantō. The Nurses shared an odd look at my willingness to cause self-harm in order to save the ones I loved, but did their job, harvesting over a liter or so of my vital fluids. Donating a fifth of my blood made me slightly woozy, but it was worth every drop for Octavia's sake. Without further ado, they went to work hooking her up so the blood transfusion could begin. Essentially I had given her the gift of life, and true to my word, by the following morning she was as vibrant as ever. The Docs kept her under observation for a few hours to be on the safe side before they relented to her wishes and discharged her.

It was late the subsequent day by the time I had returned to her apartment. I had spent most of the day running up and down the Capital scouring for supplies to restock her pantry with, along with some other goodies in anticipation for the holidays. Hearth's Warming was steadily approaching and just around the bend, and so unsurprisingly the marketplaces were jammed packed with people doing a stint of last second shopping as they scrambled over each other to get their hands on a depleting inventory of some purportedly 'exclusive' item that was all the rage in the nobility's eyes. It was a seller's market, and so the supply was purposefully kept to a minimum so the prices could skyrocket and vendors could make a fortune off of the upper class's surplus of coin. I liked the functionality of capitalism, but sometimes it encouraged people to be excessively greedy.

"Octavia, I'm back!" I announced, depositing the paper bags brimming with food stocks on the table.

The woman was in serviceable physical shape to do her own shopping and she insisted as such, but I confined her to quarters by lording my title of Royal Agent over her and countered that as her boyfriend, it was my job to look after her while she was recovering; mentally if not physically. She pouted at first, but I easily remedied that by telling her that if she was a good girl, I would make it worth her while later. In hindsight, her mischievous smile should have been a warning to me that something would be afoot, but like the blasé person I was, I thought little of it.

"I am in here, Zenith!" She called back to me from her bedchamber, "I've been waiting ever so patiently for my… special treatment"

"Have you now?" I dryly replied as I washed my hands in her sink, mindfully scrubbing under my fingernails to wash away any accumulated grime, "And have you been nice?" I inquired.

"Come to the bedroom and judge for yourself" She saucily remarked.

I did so, not knowing what to expect from her owing to her enigmatic tone. Octavia could act as prim and proper as the snobbiest of the elite while still remaining down to earth and approachable to those who were not as 'refined' in their mannerisms. I attributed this to her Agrarian heritage, as they were by and large a humble clan in relation to the other two. She could be seductively frisky when she meant to as well, which got my blood running like nothing else. And yet none of that could prepare me for the visual feast lying in wait for me as I pushed past the partially closed door to her bedroom.

Laying sideways at the foot of the bed in an alluring pose was my gorgeous girlfriend, who was dressed in holiday themed lingerie that I imagined a sexy Mrs. Claus would wear when she felt that her usual welcome protocol for when her heavyset husband came home from delivering presents was insufficient. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks and another part of my anatomy as I drank in her voluptuous image. I was wholly rooted in place, completely transfixed by the black haired beauty before me. I never failed to be mesmerized by her feminine figure, but my interest was ratcheted up by several orders of magnitude. The way the Christmas themed outfit hugged every luscious curve of her svelte and sensuous profile nearly had me in drooling convulsions. The admittedly skimpy suit was fringed with white fur trim as pure of the freshly driven snow, and complimented the cellist's form nicely. It was in my favorite color too! The same one that matched my eyes: a vivid Red.

Her long, slender legs were encapsulated by crimson thigh-highs that had my inner Santa Claus going 'Ho Ho Ho!' in a comically lecherous manner. Arm sleeves likewise sheathed her upper limbs, and added to the wholeness of the set. On her head was a stocking cap, its starkly contrasting fringes crowning great rivers of darkness that flowed out from underneath it in streaming cascades like the immaculately brushed mane of some majestic mare. An elegant brassiere held her chest in check and taunted me with its inaccessibility. A thinly laced thong was all that separated her treasure from my vision, and I had a creeping suspicion that it would not prove an obstacle that overstayed its welcome. She even sported a cape draped over her back that was fastened together by the one article of clothing that was standard to her: the light purple bowtie that she always wore like a good luck charm. Mayhaps it was, as I was certainly feeling lucky at that moment, in spite of my disbelief for the concept.

"Welcome back, my love" She greeted me with a festive smile that promptly melted any residual snowfall from outside that may have clung to my clothing.

"Oct-Octavia?" I stuttered, my usual mask of absolute composure showing some cracks, "What is the meaning of this?"

Her face flushed, "I understand that its not yet Hearth's Warming Day," She began almost shyly, "but I was under the impression that there was no harm in celebrating early"

"But what about the ordeal you suffered?" I broached the painful subject as she approached me, an energetic bounce to her every graceful step, "Don't you need time to recov-…"

She silenced me with a finger to my lips, "Shh… that is in the past, my love. What transpired that night was quite terrible, naturally. But you kept it from becoming tragic in its scope. You've done so much for me, some lowly musician endeavoring to make a name for herself in the Capital" She derided herself, but I could tell she was being humorous too. One doesn't join the ranks of Arcania's finest collection of Classical artists without having the skills to pay the bills.

At this point she was sheepish, rubbing at one of her cloth encased arms with a hand nervously, "Furthermore, I was remiss in my duties for getting the most important man in my life a Hearth's Warming Gift that reflects how dearly I value him" She idly twirled at one of the smaller bow ties adorning her collar as she gazed softly at me. God, her movements in that lingerie were hypnotizing.

"So you improvised" I guessed correctly, based on the flustered response that I received.

"Well… when you put it that way, you make me seem thoughtlessly insensitive" She huffed adorably.

"Octavia, mi tesoro" I intonated, briefly lapsing into Spanish due to its romantic lilt, "You are anything but insensitive. I'm delighted that you would put a seasonal flair on our next romantic occasion"

"Zenith, may I speak candidly?" I nodded for her to do so, "I felt so selfish during our first time in each other's arms. You were so overzealous in your perceived obligations to me that I ashamedly passed out before I could reciprocate the favor" She blushed hotly as remembered what I did for her, "You were… something else, that night"

My face could be read as 'Yeah, I know' as I grinned at her, "You know me, I aim to please"

"That's exactly the point!" She exclaimed, "A relationship is based on mutual affection! You had disappeared on me before I could do anything about your… issue" She euphemized the aching hard-on that I had to take care of myself after the fact, "I was never so guilty in my life"

I sat next to her on the bed, taking one of her silken hands and holding it in both of mine, "You know that I don't require you to do anything for me, Octavia" I reassured her.

She was coy, "But I want to, Zenith. I want you to feel as rhapsodic as I did then, and now as well"

"I dunno…" I monotoned jocosely, "That would be pretty risqué of us. Your neighbors gaped at me pretty weirdly the morning after our last tryst" I would go so far as to judge that they presumed me a murderer, so deafening were her impassioned screams.

"I don't give a damn what they think" Octavia resorted to unladylike language as she spoke frankly, "You are the only person that matters to me at this juncture. You fought your way through Melody's cretin infested Mansion and bled yourself for me, Zenith" She brought up my sanguine donation, "If there was ever a shred of doubt in my mind that you were the one, it has been banished to the moon and beyond"

Brain would disagree with the heart on this one, but I was inclined to concur with Octavia, and therefore couldn't control myself, "Then marry me" I whispered.

With those four syllables, Octavia's world ground to a halt as she processed what I had offered to her. Her mouth hung open as her pupils dilated impossibly wide, "Do… do you mean that?"

Despite brain's protests, heart hijacked the control panel for the language department again, "More than anything in the world" I asserted with the utmost honesty. Heart did no lie. The love-struck fool. I couldn't lie to myself either. I loved Octavia, and if I was not gravely mistaken, she might love me in return.

"Yes… YES… YES!" She reiterated with increasing loudness as she accepted my spontaneous proposal with glee.

"Does this development gladden you?" I asked her rhetorically, wordlessly relieved that she did indeed love me as I loved her.

Her eyes were glistening with happy tears as we embraced, "I'm so overjoyed I could write a dozen cantatas about my jubilation alone! Whatever… *mchuick!* …gift… *mchuick!* …is under that… *mchuick!* …Tree… *mchuick!* … for me… *mchuick!* …pales…*mchuick!* … before this!" She peppered me with kisses as she described her elation.

Her melodramatics evoked memories of Rarity (who was also technically my girlfriend, to a lesser extent), with whom Octavia shared some common ground with in mannerisms. Albeit, the cellist did not go overboard with her emotions with the same frequency as the seamstress. I had also rarely heard her whine (or complain as Rarity would insist, but semantics) in public or in private. Octavia's emotive musical talents were one of the few things in existence that made me undergo profound epiphanies of body and soul, whereas Rarity's obsession with fashion oriented minutiae was difficult for me to keep up with. Don't get me wrong, with saintly patience, I discovered that Rarity had many redeeming qualities of her own that offset my misgivings about her… but Octavia struck all the right chords with me from the get-go.

Meanwhile as I was being blitzed with thrilled kisses, I feigned a totally compassionate attitude as I pondered on the aforementioned gift that Octavia so casually dismissed in her ardor. The boxed up, hand crafted Cello (that I had purchased from a family run, quaint little store in the Concordian lower levels) that I had bedecked with embellished wrapping paper and had placed beside her Hearth's Warming pine tree would rival the caliber of a Stradivarius with its superior varnish and wood composition. I had tested the instrument myself, and the colors of the tones and the subtle nuances that the pricey cello could summon at a whim were nothing shy of fantastic. It managed to put a sizable dent on my wallet, which was no easy feat, I can assure you! Still, Octavia's happiness was all I could possibly ask for… who cares if I sank two and three quarter thousand coins of pure gold on her only for her achieve perfect contentment without it. It's not like the store had a strict 'No returns, all sales are final' policy… or anything.

"What say we commemorate this newfound engagement of ours?" I posited to her, hoping to put my mind off of the present that figuratively broke the bank.

"I would say…" She gaily nipped at my earlobe, "… that I have dressed properly for the occasion"

We locked lips and smooched like our lives depended on it, getting gradually friskier as it went on before we began to French. Our taste bud embedded appendages mingled intrepidly as we playfully tongue wrestled for dominance. Ever the gentleman, I conceded control over to Octavia for her to explore my mouth as she wished. Her tongue probed at my chops, dragging along each of my teeth from my molars to my canines. The permeating, heady flavor of coffee intertwined with that of wine was all but overwhelming in my passion addled state, yet I retained total coherency. I demonstrated this as I turned the tables on her by grasping at one of her porcelain, supple ass cheeks and giving it a firm grip, causing her to gasp and retreat her tongue from her assault on my uvula. I used the opening to counterattack and take the fight to her, running my tongue lengthwise on each of her neatly aligned teeth. Turnabout was fair play, after all.

Our kissing match turned into an undressing one as we peeled at the layers of garments separating each of us from being nude. We made it into a fair exchange, with one of us stopping the kiss to uncover a portion of the other as we raced to see who would be in their birthday suit first. Octavia offered to unclothe herself of her cape, but I dissuaded her from doing so, avidly telling her that her purple bowtie was for all intents and purposes a part of her. The same as I would be once we had recited our vows at the altar, which brought a perfervid tear to her eye as we resumed snogging.

I succeeded in removing her arm sleeves and requisitioning her stocking cap to wear for myself before I got my hands on one of the real prizes. Her bra was a size too small (perhaps she calculatingly did that by design), so her bust was pushing uncomfortably against the fabric as it inflated itself to be bulkier than it was. Melon sized boobs were not a particular kink of mine, so her posturing was appreciated, but unnecessary. After undoing the hook and disposing of the bra to the floor, her shapely breasts spilled free of their confines almost gratefully. My Octavia's natural size was B-cup territory, which was in the goldilocks zone. Not too large, not too tiny. They were just right, and far tastier looking than any bowl of porridge could ever be.

"W-what do you think of them?" She inquired timidly, mildly unnerved by how intently I was staring at her 'assets'.

"Every square centimeter of you is beautiful, Octavia" I affirmed genuinely, reestablishing eye contact, "Inside and out. I count myself blessed that you're my fiancée"

She beamed at me, "Flattery will you get you everywhere with me tonight, Zenith"

I slanted my neck, "Who said anything about flattery? I meant every word" I jocosely replied.

"That's it! Your clothes come off… NOW" She declared resolutely.

My girlfriend competitively stole the lead to our undressing contest by pushing me onto the bed and assailing me. My Helmschmied Drachen style robes were deceptively complex, and Octavia spiritedly wrestled to deal with the various clasps that kept my clothing securely affixed to my body. I clandestinely aided her by magically loosening the bonds and even outright unclasping them when her hands were near. Octavia was smart as a whip, so she knew about this furtive aid the entire time. She pouted initially, seemingly wanting to undress me the hard way, but her protests were silenced as I kissed her, apologizing to her by fondling one of her breasts as the last article of my upper robes deflated onto the floor in a tidy pile. She murmured indecipherably, but the positive overtone to it told me that I was on the right track.

My groin was heating up as I tenderly felt my classy sweetheart's phenomenal mammaries. I was becoming harder and harder with every low moan of delight that my touch elicited, her voice spurring me ever onwards. Before I knew it, I was at full mast with virtually no wait at all, pitching a hell of a tent in my fancy pants. My kisses traversed from her lips to her collarbone and incrementally to her breasts, traversing around the darkish areolas and discerning the minute bumps and elevations of her flesh underneath my tongue. I engulfed one of her rigid nipples with that same tongue, applying mild suction to it with my lips while moving my head back and forth as I manipulated her other pillowy mound of flesh in my hand.

My ladylove hummed happily, holding me close to her chest as she pretended to nurse me. I did not think she would be able to lactate even if she wanted to, but her breasts tasted sweet to me none the less. They smacked of a vaguely familiar fruity skin conditioner whose name I could not summon to me at the moment. My sight drifted earthward as I angled my head to get a better view of her veiled nether region. Her panties had already been dampened by a trickle of arousal and the wafting, fragrant scent of it made my heart pulse in my ears. I didn't believe myself capable of exceedingly dirty thoughts, but I craved nothing more at that point than to whisk those lacy panties of hers off her legs so I could drink straight from the tap like I had in the past.

But before I could follow through on that, my girlfriend bid me to cease with the flat of her hand.

"What is it?" I wondered aloud. Had I screwed up already?

"I know that fulsome leer, and I won't have a repetition of what happened before. Stand up and walk five paces towards the door" She commanded me sternly, "Face the aperture and don't move without my go ahead, understand? I have another surprise for you that you should appreciate immensely"

Intrigued, I did as she bade me to and stood at the midway spot between the bed and the doorway. I honestly had no clue as to what her other surprise might have been, so I was blindsided when she snuck up behind me (not that she was being stealthy about it, nor could she be with someone with extremely receptive hearing like mine) before pressing her breasts to my back and slipping a hand into my trousers (if you'll pardon the terrible bon mot) to fiddle with my stiff trouser snake. Not content to leave it at that, she outdid herself by sweeping up and down at my shoulder blades with her mammaries, inundating my brain with an entirely unique kind of sensation.

For those who are uneducated in Valkyrian physiology, a Skyborn's shoulder blades serve as the emitting point for their ethereal wings (I don't know how or why that is, but those are the rules that enable magical flight), and as such they were incredibly sensitive areas, to where they could be deemed erogenous in certain situations… like the one my lover was subjecting me to now. I had to profess that she was not being too original by doing this depraved act on me, as the slinky Spa twins Aloe and Lotus down in Magiville had done a similar procedure for me (Which was a stiffie inducing experience in its own right!).

I was a towering man, and so Octavia (who was on the statuesque side herself for a woman) had to be on the tips of her toes to reach me. I chewed on my cheeks to avoid bleating foolishly as she alternated between tugging at my whoopie stick and smothering my shoulder blades with the teats of her delectable bosom. She lacked finesse with my pillar of virility, but her inexperience could be excused. Loosened up by the sensation of skin on skin, she subverted any expectations I could have cooked up by clutching me by the waist and strongly spinning me in place.

She bungled clumsily with my belt like a child tearing away at her Christmas gift before bypassing it and pulling my trousers down to expose my undergarments. She eyed the bulge I was hiding hungrily before her fingers dug into my sides, ripping at the vestiges of cloth covering my erection and yanking impatiently at it. My member emerged from its cloth prison and stood tall at attention for her inspection. There were lingering doubts in my mind as to whether she would like what she saw, but they were erased as I saw her eyes light up like glinting jewels of purple sapphire. I had grown taller in the past few months since waking up in another world, so it made sense that the growth would be proportional, not that I ever really mused on it until just now.

"Oh my…" She breathed as she eyed it with acute admiration and curiosity, biting at her lip, "That's quite a lot of man" She crooked her head up at me hopefully, "Is it all for me?"

I smirked at her girlish antics, "If you think you can handle it, then yes, ma chérie"

She grinned wolfishly at the challenge, "I have never been particularly fond of playing the flute, but for you my dear… I shall give it my utmost effort"

"I love it when you talk orchestral to me" I quipped wryly.

To emphasize her dedication, she gave my shaft a long lick all the way from the base to the tip, provoking a thrilling electric tingle to travel up my spine like a lightning bolt. The wetness of her tongue and the subtle air currents in the room cooling the saliva she left on my rod made me tremble in both anticipation and randy excitement. Octavia repeated her action, throwing in extra moves like licking at disparate angles, pumping at my shaft, and cupping my balls at the same time. I struggled to keep my breathing level as she did her best to make my knees buckle. It was an admirable attempt, and I just barely managed to stay composed, so enthusiastic was she with her touch. Apparently my subdued reactions did not satisfy her, and she did something unexpected by giving my testicles a playful squeeze, getting a slightly startled grunt out of me.

"Shall I cough for you, Nurse Octavia?" I half jested with a chortling wheeze, somewhat short of breath and outlandishly amused with her temerity. That she was so desperate to engender lustful sounds from me that she would actually stoop to toying with my sack full of presents threw me for a loop.

"Now there's an idea for next time" I heard her mutter under her breath. My Octavia had an odd interest in role-play that I admit to being a hidden turn on. I still remembered the time she wore that maid outfit to ardently welcome into her arms during our first intimate session with fondness. Incidentally, that was also the time I found out that she was a squirter.

She put on a cute scowl as she looked up at me, "Your feedback would not go amiss, Zenith. Your lack of response is starting to make me feel inadequate. And yet here am I, on my knees before a paragon of a man"

"You flatter me, love" I used my thumb to lovingly stroke at her hair, "But if we were on equal footing, we'd be right back where we began, wouldn't we?"

She let out a frustrated whine, "Must you always dispense with some witty comment? I find it rather endearing of you, but there is a time and a place for such things, my ruggedly handsome Agent"

I shrugged, "I endeavor to be the greatest Snark Knight I can be in all matters. Even those reserved for the bedroom" I winked at her, making her blush harder than she already was, "Regardless, you have me giving you a standing ovation" I golf clapped, which she misinterpreted as a sign of indifference.

She held her head high in a dignified ladylike pose, despite lustily blowing me not seconds ago, "If that is how you must be, then so be it. I shall simply have to search for a chink in my Knight's armor, and bring him to heel" And with that, she redoubled her efforts.

With the fingers of one hand she operated the 'keys' of my skin flute while she teased her own slit with the other. She moaned at her personal ministrations every now and then, sending vibrations down my length that were mind numbingly pleasing. My woman was nothing if not adventurous, risking taking in another inch of me with every bob of her head. What got me the most were the lusty looks that she casted at me, smiling even with three quarters of my manhood jammed down her throat. Even here and now, she relished having an audience witness her prowess with an instrument, the specific one in this case belonging to me.

To show my gratitude, I caressed her scalp, reveling the feel of her lustrous hair in my hands while simultaneously urging her to go further with an increasing pressure. She recognized the hint and committed herself to swallowing all of my length, failing the first few times with a muffled choke that required her to pull back for air, which she sucked in with rasping gulps. She giggled nervously at her inexperience before I soundlessly reassured her that everything was all right with a light pinch of her shoulders. She succeeded on her fifth try with a heave, overriding her gag reflex by relaxing her neck muscles. Her nose was osculating my pelvic region as her tongue slathered me at the base of my manhood. The convulsions of her gullet providing me with additional stimulation coupled with her mischievous notion of massaging my balls as she deep throated me threatened to put an end to the fun prematurely if we kept this up.

I tapped at her head urgently as I ruffled her hair to alert her to this possibility and she got the picture, suckling at my length as she withdrew with a slight popping sound. She tilted her head in a forward motion as she gave my glans a valedictory kiss. Excess saliva dribbled down her chin and likewise glistened with smooth slickness on my arbor vitae like it was sprinkled with rain.

"I trust that you are pleased with me?" She stated with just the right amount of self confidence to solidify her in my mind as a contender for the title of Sex Goddess, not that she had much in the way of competition as of that night.

'I'll say' I had a real winner in this woman.

"That… was a magnificent performance, Octavia" I motioned towards the bed, "Now it's time for me to treat you to a rendition of my own, don't you agree?"

She nodded and stood up, only to unleash a feminine yelp of surprise that melted into glee as I scooped her up in my arms and carried her over to the bed bridal style, something I envisioned us repeating with the same enthusiasm in the near future. With my vigor and her slim, lightweight frame, the multitalented musician hardly weighed a thing to me. I deposited her on the bed so that half of her derrière was hanging over the ledge, giving me a perfect opening to her hidden gem. Denying me physical access was that thong, which was now very damp with her fluids. I stripped her of her thigh highs before tossing out of the last obstacle in the way to my award. She spread her legs invitingly and beckoned me to partake in her cleanly shaved womanhood.

Octavia had already done me the favor of readying herself while she was attending to my needs, and her slit was already sopping wet with her juices. I knelt and approached her temple of joy, raring to express my worship. I sniffed keenly of her, making her writhe and fidget in anticipative agitation as she waited restlessly for what came next. Her musky, womanly scent drove me crazy with lust, acting as the most potent aphrodisiac as something primal inside of me ignited, clawing to get out as I fought to restrain it. I teasingly licked around her outer lips as I sampled her flavor, eliciting a cooing moan. It was bizarrely sweet, and not at all what I was expecting. With renewed interest, I lapped zealously at her inner folds like a man dying of thirst, drinking in her fluids like they were a delicious philter that I had waited all of my life to imbibe. Octavia was wracked with minor paroxysms inwards of a minute.

The texture of my ladylove's sex was raw and fleshy, though she made up for it in aroma and zest. Octavia squirmed and commendably stifled her vocalizations before I upped the intensity factor by shifting my hands along her belly to her bosom before groping at her pert breasts. I kneaded the exquisitely formed flesh filling my hands in circles and randomly pinched at her nipples to keep her lucid; at which point she could inhibit herself no longer and unleashed a current of enthralled sighs and sudden shrieks as I ravished her passage with my tongue. Her hands clutched at the sheets so tightly that I could only conjecture on how they did not rip. Once I pressed two of my fingers to her entrance to create a V shape, her love button was exposed to me. She begged me to slow down, utterly overcome by the waves of pleasure. She was utterly at my mercy, and she knew it.

Pleasure bombs of must have been detonating in her brain like sexual dynamite as I savaged her clit with all the means that I had at my disposal. For the coup de grâce, I inserted two of my fingers into her and plumbed her depths in a 'come hither' motion, ensuring that I gave her Gräfenberg spot the attention it deserved while I rang her 'doorbell' with my thumb. I did not have to put up with a protracted delay before the musician had her first orgasm of the night. She formed a vague V curve with her back and bit down on her hand to vent a muted scream as her internal muscles convulsed violently, discharging an impressive, heated stream of transparent girl cum from her cunny that sprayed me in the face like an erotic geyser. If I thought she tasted fine before, the nectar she had reserved within her was like the waters of life to me.

I proceeded to lick her dry, applying complementary stimulation for her as she rode out the aftershock waves of her climactic tremors. Her chest rose and fell as she caught her breath, making her breasts jiggle lightly. Also of a mind to keep the good times rolling, she slapped her hands down on my head and forcefully pushed me into her, burying my nose into her pink canoe. I interpreted her restraining hold as lustful exigency and resumed what I was doing, writing each letter of the alphabet with my tongue using her womanhood as a chalkboard to see what kind of reactions I would get. I was putting the finishing touches on the letter G when she arched her back and recoiled again, gracing me with a second dose of her delectable feminine fluids as she clamped my head between her legs. She was in heaven, and I was in no hurry to force her off of her personal Cloud Nine to see to my own needs.

Octavia maintained the wherewithal to push me away from her as she got up, even though I could have blithely sipped at her honey pot all through the night. She was starry-eyed, her ample chest expanding and contracting as her wind was restituted to her. She wrapped a hand around the back of my neck as she pulled me in for another kiss, not even bothering to disguise the fact that she wanted to taste herself on my lips as she covered every square inch of my maw with her tongue. Her forthrightness aggravated my arousal, and my member throbbed almost painfully as it demanded that I take this woman with all that I had and plunder her hoard until she couldn't walk in a straight line.

"What did I do to merit having someone as marvelous as you in my life?" She wistfully asked of herself as we disengaged and she draped herself over my arms.

"Have a few too many drinks and approach my table?" I offered nonchalantly, "Then in your alcoholically influenced mind, you found something dashingly charming about this recent out-of-towner with the singing voice like sandpaper and decided to take him home for the night. The rest, as they are wont to say, is history" I self deprecatingly summarized the evening we met for her. Why this woman had invited me into her abode mystified me, but neither of us had any regrets.

She laughed mellifluously, realizing that despite my joking tone, it was the truth, "Perhaps the best decision I ever made under the influence. And you have a wondrous singing voice, Zenith" She pushed chidingly at my shoulder, "Magic itself bends to your will when you sing"

"Nothing like your voice" I contested her, "Yours is a voice that poets and philosophers alike would sing the praises of, only to find themselves falling dreadfully short of doing you justice"

I could see the brightness in her glowing cheeks as she listened to my sappy adoration of her, "You've already put that silver tongue of yours to sublime usage tonight, Zenith. Swell my ego any further and I'll be fit to burst!"

"That's rich coming from the woman who convinced Maestro Metronome to include Fantasia on a Theme in the Hearth's Warming Celebratory lineup, which you transcribed totally by ear, no less" I was in awe of her perception for these things. She had the markings of a future composer, and yet all she aspired to be was a cellist. I wanted to push her to strive, but equally despised the prospect of seeming controlling over her, for it would be hypocritical of me.

"I am a woman of refined tastes, as you know" I could smell the candy cane sweetness from her languid exhales as she leaned closer to me and whispered sultrily, "And I have a most intense craving for another scrumptious part of you that I am sure feels neglected right about now"

In case she wasn't clear, she made a point of coiling a hand around my shaft and giving it a blunt, twisting stroke that had my breath hitch, "A certain… stocking stuffer that you're quite attached to. Share it with me, please?"

I gulped, unsure about taking the next step with her, "Are you positive you want to go through with this, Octavia?"

She kissed me fiercely before coquettishly biting on my lower lip with her front teeth as she withdrew, "More than anything in the world" She echoed me, which twinged sentimentally at my heart.

To reinforce her words, she got on all fours as she faced away from me and thoroughly presented herself to me on the bed. I could make out the star of her forbidden zone overlooking the welcoming folds of her well watered, fertile valley. Her scent had somehow mind bogglingly increased in potency as I stared at her, as if overcome by a spell. In the rational part of my mind though, I knew that magic had nothing to do with it, only an ingrained desire to procreate.

She sent me a sensuous rearwards glance, "Now do be a dear, and f*ck me senseless" She vulgarly growled to me.

I could not disobey her if the room around us was set alight, "Yes, ma'am"

I moseyed over to her and manually guided the tip of my manhood to her entrance while teasingly prodding at her with it, savoring the feeling of her nether lips on the nub of protuberance. She got fed up with me being a tease real fast and took matters into her own hands by bucking herself backwards, forcefully ramming my pillar into her foundation. We both inhaled sharply as I mounted her, before I bottomed out and we could relax. My lover had vocalized a clipped cry of pain upon entry, and I figured that I busted her hymen. I checked for damage, but there was no blood that I could discern. The two of us stayed frozen like that for an unknown amount of time as we adjusted to our newfound proximity. The sensation of being hilted in her depths was indescribably good. Octavia's innards were pleasantly tight, but not to the degree that it felt constricting. Her velvety walls emitted warmth like the interior of an oven, though the heat was not overbearing. It was fairly soothing, actually.

"Are you alright, dear heart?" I addressed her with one of my favorite sobriquets.

"…So full. I can even feel his heartbeat…" She quietly remarked to herself before answering me, "Yes, my love, I am fine. I do believe though that it is time for us to continue" She put simply. But I could apperceive the thinly veiled undercurrent of lustful urgency to her utterance, which was underscored by her bending forwards to slide me inside of her. Taking that as my cue, I grappled her buttocks to use as my handholds and began our coitus session in earnest.

Our bodies felt like they were on fire as her love canal attempted to coax out my seed with every delving thrust I made into her, eliciting a wet slapping noise that even had me close to blushing from its carnal impropriety. My nuts would occasionally collide with her clitoris like a pair of wrecking balls, which made her yelp in impassioned nirvana. Her fluids invariably leaked out as I loosened her taut joybox like a jackhammer, coating my member and providing supplemental lubrication. With how wet she was; I was gliding in and out of her with practically no effort at all on my part.

I never thought too highly of this particular sexual position, seeing it as demeaning for the woman and lewdly animalistic. But with how incredible the waves of fleshly gratification flooding my brain were, I found it challenging to retain this opinion. And based on the libidinous squeals she was making, neither could Octavia. To keep things fresh in the rather monotonous activity of vanilla intercourse, I alternated my pumping patterns while gyrating my hips to strike at her from different angles. From the moderately improper and colorful expletives combined with the shaky enunciation of my name and that of the Solar Princess, my efforts did not go unnoticed, nor were they unappreciated. I had her hitting all of the notes, from low to high, like one of her instruments as I regularly pounded into her meat purse like a dude powered piston.

Her breathing became husky and uneven as what seemed like eons of rapturous jubilation was condensed into the span of a half hour, which were periodically interspersed with short gasping cries of delight as I teasingly brushed against a sensitive erogenous area with Little Zenith. On top of this physical titillation was the added stimulation I provided by massaging one of her amazingly soft breasts with one hand while rubbing at her clitoris with a duo of fingers on my other. With the endorphins exploding in her head from her previous orgasms like fireworks combined with the ongoing bombardment of steamy satisfaction to her senses, she was like deliquesced putty in my hands.

"Oh, Z-ZEnith!~" Octavia sang through gritted teeth, "H-HOw-" She gasped as I interrupted her question by pinching at her clit, "U-HHhhh! How are you t-THis skilled!? It's driving me m-MAd! Mmm…"

"I-" I almost bit off my tongue as she retook the initiative and slammed herself back into me in coordination with my thrusts, "I did some r-REsearch beforeh-HAnd. I wouldn't want to disappoint the w-WOman I love during our first c-COUpling, now w-WOuld I?" I rumbled cockily, noting to myself that crisp pronunciation for conversation during rough mid-sex contact was a difficult affair.

Although I was reveling in this exhilarating closeness with my girlfriend and future spouse, it seemed like it was lacking in some way. With a bestial growl, I begrudgingly put a hold on the coition so I could disengage from her sex and flip her over. This served two purposes, to remedy my sudden qualm, and to relieve the escalating pressure in my groin in a bid for a hiatus to recover. I set a reasonable pace for myself so I wouldn't make the amateur's mistake of climaxing early, but Octavia's burning hot, silky womanhood rendered my sagacious measures negligible. Speaking of, she was so out of it from my ministrations that she was silent as her spine hit the bedspread. Her eyes fluttered open as she gazed up at me with a quizzical, salacious mien.

"I want to look you in your breathtaking eyes for the home stretch" I elucidated, cupping her chin with a hand and tugging her in for a relatively chaste osculation without Frenching (Despite how exceedingly we yearned to). A thin string of nigh invisible saliva was all that connected us as it ended.

"Oh, Zenith…" She crooned, splaying her fingers across my chest, "I can't bear to be apart from you for long. Take me with all that you are… I am yours"

Her lovey-dovey sentiments were oddly charming (must have been the bigwig hormones that interfered with our ability to reason coursing through us both), and I was won over by her heartfelt plea. The region of my brain responsible for rational thinking must've been switched off, because the concept of a permanent attachment to this woman was bizarrely appealing to me. Gone was the fear I once considered permanently ingrained in me because of a previous heart wrenchingly painful experience that disenchanted me to profoundly intimate relations. I could envision myself with this sweet cellist for the remainder of our lives together, and that excited me almost as copiously as the sex itself.

She went supine on the sheets, her sweat-saturated cape providing a second layer of fluffy padding as she mentally fortified herself for the onslaught to her pleasure centers. My vision did not depart from hers for an iota of an instant as I lined myself up and gently penetrated her with all the loving care I could manage. Her folds eagerly re-welcomed me as they parted for my member like a stage curtain. No matter how greatly we braced ourselves, the act of becoming one flesh did not fail to make us inhale as if we were winded from a pleasurable punch to the gut. Incredible as our last position was, this was the ideal one for expressing our mutual devotion for each other: with one hand under her arching back and the other on her neck as we traded kisses and stared into each other's souls through the glassy windows of our eyes.

We could have stayed like that forever, but reality had different plans for us. With my dark haired lover reaching the apex of her sexual enjoyment, she let her head fall back and uttered a notably shuddering moan as she climaxed, her inner folds clenching around my length in a desperate need to receive my seed. My inner thighs were splashed with her love juices as they bypassed my meaty plug. Her angelic tones filled the room with the music of passionate lovemaking. If there was anyone who was unaware of our activities in the immediate vicinity, they were now well informed and beet red in the face.

Normally, I would feel somewhat embarrassed that the walls were not soundproofed to the assault of her shrill cries, but to me, only my ladylove mattered. I guess I could have soundproofed the room with a barrier spell, as it was indeed within my capabilities. But another, prideful side of me fancied having all of Concordia overhear her seraphic voice (maybe I was being boastful too); let the world know just how much I appreciated her. The noise complaints never came though, whether it was out of respect for our privacy or for my position as a Royal Agent I could not guess.

While Octavia was on her third climax, I still had some mileage to go before getting my rocks off. However, my woman's passion induced intonations were starting to sound as pained as they were pleased. I was not ignorant to how some women could become overly sensitive after sustained peaks, so this would have to be where I disembarked from the f*ck train. I eased my cherished cellist into an increased pace as I prepared us for the grand, mind blowing finale. Our mutual ecstasy continued to build until I detected a faint tickling sensation in my groin that signaled an oncoming climax.

During my… alone times in my personal bathroom (for when I needed to assuage my fleshly desires so that they would not nag at me and detract from my focused day-to-day mindset), this feeling was minimal and made just about unnoticeable through repetition. In this instance however, it was like it had been upgraded from the dull droning of a cell phone alarm to a full-on fire station klaxon, warning me to ready myself for imminent release. Ever the considerate gentleman that I was, I leaned in closer to my beloved musical prodigy of an inamorata to notify her of this.

"I'm getting close" I said to her, my voice straining.

"Finish inside me" She appealed to me in a hoarse gasp, mustering all of her strength to stay coherent, "Claim me as yours once and for all, my magnificent inamorato. Please!"

"As you wish" In compliance with her request, I pulled out all the stops and went to town on her.

Going maximum throttle with my thrusts, I held nothing back as I pile-drived her sideways. The crude, moist smacks of me wedging my key into her lock were all but drowned out by her erotic screams of joy. With a guttural groan, she folded her legs over my spine and her nails dug into my back with such force that she would have drawn blood if didn't have the thick hide that I did. The vociferous declaration of my self given name as she climaxed yet again was enough to decisively push me over the edge as I did the same for her.

Her feminine screech of submission matched my masculine roar of possession in magnitude, if not in pitch, as I buried myself to the hilt and shot rope after rope of my blisteringly warm essence into her awaiting womb. Her vaginal muscles contracted about me like a vise, greedily milking me for all that I was worth (Which was quite a lot evidently, as there were no less than six ejections of my ample sperm into her snatch). Octavia let out a heavenly sigh and held onto me for approximately a dozen seconds before her arms and legs released me from her embrace and flopped onto the bed, allowing me to get up a tad and observe the aftereffects of my work.

Below me, my ladylove was an absolute mess. Her pristine hair was now disheveled and scattered about her chest, with unruly stray strands of black thread undulating like dark tendrils in the artificial breeze of what passed for air conditioning in her apartment. Her skin was beginning to develop goose bumps where the beads and rivulets of sweat were steadily evaporating, adding to the sultry stench of sex that permeated the atmosphere of the bedroom. Drops of my seed were escaping from her mound and mixing with her girl cum as it soaked into the bed sheets, leaving a dark stain that we would have to put through the wash in the morning.

And yet in that moment, she was a surpassingly beautiful sight to me in a world overflowing with magic, mythical creatures, and the inevitable clarion call of Destiny. Princess Cadence averred that love was strongly tied to magic, so much so that there were beings that even derived sustenance from it, and tonight I had given myself in to it. The recuperating woman I had loved intensely cooed affectionately as she brushed her hands along her pelvic area, a mysterious upward curl to her lips that indicated to me that she might welcome to possibility of children. If I could give them a mother as wonderful as she would be, I would happily welcome them as well.

I carefully and tenderly extracted myself from her sex with a 'schlick!' and sat back on the bed, observing the wet spot on the mattress where we had shared our climax with wry amusement. As my darling Octavia gradually pulled herself back from the mind numbing post haze of her fourth orgasm, she opened her eyes and sent me a half lidded gaze and a beatific smile that words could not do justice. She was panting heavily to catch her breath as she sat up, despite how most of the sexual workload was placed on me during our gland-to-gland combat.

Agrarian though she might be, I had worked her over thoroughly, so I understood her current state of exhaustion (Though I myself could go for a few more rounds in the sack if she were willing to indulge me). She drew me in for another prolonged kiss, one that was more romantic in its gesture than lustful, assuring me that this fine woman loved me for more than just my sculpted Trifect body and accompanying carnal aptitude. There was still the aftertaste of her womanly fluids intermingled with mine as our tongues tangled with each other, not that either of us minded in the least. I had a sneaking suspicion that I would awake to find myself sporking her, but such was life.

She broke the lip contact and we shared a wordless moment to just marvel at each other as we reflected on how we had finally taken our relationship to the next level. Whereas once I irrationally felt that I would somehow lose a part of myself through the intimate act of copulation, I now recognized how silly I was being. If anything, I was a complete man now that I had bonded with my woman.

We lay together and snuggled close, Octavia being the smaller spoon while I was the bigger one, wrapping an arm protectively around her midsection as I nuzzled into her hair, breathing deeply of the chocolate and almond smelling shampoo she had used earlier. Our skins were drenched in perspiration, which was only being permitted to fully dry now that we had ceased fanning the flames of our intimacy.

"Zenith?" She suddenly spoke up, interrupting my percipient internal musings.

"Yes, my precious Octavia?" I replied.

"You are my inspiration and the light of my life. I love you with all that I am…" She whispered, taking my hand in hers and collectively intertwining our fingers.

"I love you too" I told her sincerely (if not a little laconically), without a shadow of doubt in my voice, "Rest and recover now. Tomorrow is a brand new day"

This was satisfactory for her, as she hummed contentedly and surrendered herself to the allure of sleep. I used the lull to do some introspection. I knew that the highs we were subject to in our afterglows were the result of the neuropeptide oxytocin (which facilitated social bonding after a romping bout of amorous sex, to encourage long-term coupling), but somehow it was more profound than simple chemistry to me. Tonight had been one of the first of many steps that would mend my cynical, embittered heart, and she would be there for each and every one of them. I lay awake beside her for a few minutes contemplating on the future before joining her in dreamland.