A Chair
"Bye, Sweetie! Have a good day!"
"Love you. See you tonight." Boomer waved goodbye and disappeared through the terminus.
Bubbles sighed; she already missed her husband. She had reached peak levels of lust, getting hot and bothered at the slightest bit of physical contact or sometimes when he just looked at her a certain way. "One more day, one more day…" she repeated like a mantra. After Boomer came home from work they would have dinner, then Bubbles would take a shower while he etched anti-incubus sigils on the bedroom walls. The runes were ethereal but she still sensed them despite her lacking propensity for the arcane arts. Boomer was a magical jack-of-all-trades, skilled with a handful of elemental, spiritual, and celestial spells but a master of none. Everyone expected him to become a celestial mage when he attended the academy with his brothers, but he'd washed out due to his laziness and arrogance. He knew what he knew and didn't care to learn more, the polar opposite of Blossom.
Fauns, by nature, were predisposed to earthen elemental magic. Most of Bubbles' sisters were skilled terrestrial magi who could accomplish feats such as moving mountains, creating bridges and dams, and manipulating minerals. The arts never resonated with Bubbles; the only spell in her arsenal was called Sunbeam which accelerated the growth of seeds. She didn't have to use it on her current crop since they fared quite well in the sunroom where her belladonna, angelica, and roses were growing beautifully. Before they matured she would crush some solar or lunar-aspected crystals and mix them into the soil to alter the properties of her plants. Then she'd extract absolutes to begin mixing various concoctions, and sell them to the Demonic populace for a good bit of carats.
Bubbles had to conduct market research if she wanted to run a successful potion shop, so after tending her plants and dressing in a modest outfit with a cloak, she bid Laz farewell and headed to the shopping district. Being petite of stature allowed her to maneuver through the crowd and around her competitors' stalls without notice. She jotted down products and prices in a little journal, tracking how the stock changed on a daily basis. Virility elixirs were always in demand and easy to make, an obvious cash cow. Pacification tonics sold well since Demon parents used them to calm their irascible spawn. Ointments proved unexpectedly popular. As visual creatures attracted to shiny, pretty things, all types of Demons slathered balms on their skin and horns to maintain a certain luster. Superior waxes and polishes could be produced by alchemical means so Bubbles made a note to read up on base formulae.
Her daily rounds complete, she entered a tavern to have lunch. The proprietress recognized her Faunish features and proffered a vegetarian menu. "Thank you," Bubbles said. "I'll have a bowl of potato soup, please, and a flagon of mead."
"Clover, blackberry, or lavender?"
They had options? Bubbles was definitely eating here again. "Blackberry, please." Her knees bounced in anticipation and she earned stares for the tapping sound her hooves made. She sheepishly apologized, but now some other patrons appeared interested rather than annoyed. A group of three male Demons swaggered over to her.
"Me 'n my brothers bet yer face looks as good as yer legs," the tall one said. "Take off yer hood 'n let us see."
"Oh, you don't want me to do that." Bubbles clutched it to her neck. "I'm hideously deformed."
They exchanged dubious looks. "Ye got a nice voice, too," said the short one. "Ye don't sound ugly."
"How can you judge appearances based on a voice?" Bubbles returned. "I promise you, I'm hideous."
"Doubt that," said the stocky one, whose hand snuck around to grab a fold in her hood. Bubbles gasped as he yanked it off her countenance, and all she could do was blink at them with her baby blues.
The Demons instantly backed away. "P-P-Princess Bubbles!" they stammered. "S-sorry 'bout that!" She watched the trio gather their things and scurry toward the door. The tall one turned back with desperation in his eyes. "P-please don't tell the prince that we approached you!"
"Maybe you deserve to be thrown into the Void, you horny fucks!" the proprietress shouted after them. She delivered Bubbles' food with a sigh. "I swear to Vayush, the next female Faun that sets foot on Hael will have men hurling themselves at her hooves."
"Thank you." Bubbles enjoyed her soup but the mead was even better. An idea struck her. "Can I get a Caprese sandwich to go? And a bottle of that blackberry mead, please."
"Sure," the proprietress nodded, deducing she'd be taking it to her man. "You have a good day, and…" Bubbles paused at the door, waiting. It both was and wasn't her fault that male Demons now desired Fauns of their own. Prince Boomer had started a fad by marrying her. "Come back soon!"
"I will!" Bubbles beamed. The woman shook her head. How were female Demons supposed to compete with a face that pretty?
Bubbles knew the general vicinity where Boomer's office was located. "Middle of the mining district…" she mused aloud, surveying the buildings affixed to the walls of the volcanic cone. She squinted at one cluster that looked nicer than the others. The termini beneath it were conveniently labeled and she stepped onto the one reading "Worker Resources & Security" right beside "Medical Treatment Center" which resembled nothing like a clinic. Once inside, she was struck by the clean, polished aesthetic. Demons certainly knew how to make the most of their natural resources by turning drab rock and stone into attractive and functional building materials.
She wandered down the hallway while reading the plaques on each door, debating between "Head of Security" and "Lead Security Supervisor". Boomer had explicitly referred to his position as the former, but they sounded like the exact same job. She went with her instinct and knocked on the first door. "Yeah?" came Boomer's voice.
Bubbles flung it open with a squee. "Surprise! I brought you lunch!"
"Sweetness!" Boomer leapt to his feet to embrace and kiss her. "Your timing is perfect– I was about to drop off some forms and find something to eat." He gave her a once-over. "You got here all by yourself?"
"Of course! Why wouldn't I be able to?"
"I didn't mean it like that," Boomer blushed. "This district is old and laid out differently than the other two."
"It didn't confuse me." Bubbles surrendered the paper-wrapped sandwich. "I got you Caprese, and blackberry mead for us to share."
"Blackberry, huh? Looks good. Let me send these forms and we'll have a drink!" Bubbles studied the office as Boomer went to the mailroom at the end of the hall. He placed the forms in a glass tube, put them in a slot, and pressed the "Outbound" button. A rush of air shot the cylinder through a pipe to the medical building, and now he was done with paperwork for the day. He found Bubbles observing a framed scrap of old grey overalls.
"What's this for?" she asked.
"That is a piece of the uniform Butch wore the first time the three of us went into the mines. We were digging for zircon and he fell down an unmarked shaft and nearly died. Our parents were furious." Boomer smiled wryly. "That's what made me take up this position, so I could change policies and protocols to keep workers safe. Of course, if Brick and I had known that Butch wanted the throne when we came of age, we wouldn't have gotten him out."
Bubbles' expression fell. She knew the princes of Hael didn't have the same relationship as the princesses of Fawna, but letting their brother die in a hole deep underground? Brick might be that heartless, but not her Boomer. He sat in the leather chair to stuff his face as she perched on the edge of the desk, loosening the cork. "So, what's a typical day in Boomer's office like?"
He swallowed a big bite and took a swig of mead, coughing. It was strong! "When I get here each morning, I check the mailroom for stuff addressed to me. This job is all paperwork all the time. Then I sort everything based on urgency– incident reports get priority followed by medical referrals. I determine whether workers need treatment for their injuries or just need to be put on light duty."
"What's light duty consist of?"
"Mostly sifting through material by hand. Sometimes they get water delivery. Anyway, after I go through all those forms, I review upcoming tunnel expansions. Or if we need to start a new site, I go do a survey with the land crew. That's the most interesting part of the job, honestly."
Bubbles had a long drink from the bottle, and Boomer stared at her as she set it down. Maybe Cotta wasn't being cheeky when she said her virgin daughter could outlast him during sex; Bubbles could certainly out-drink him. She hopped to her feet and peered around some more as Boomer enjoyed the rest of his sandwich. Then, she directed a beatific smile at him. "It makes me really happy that you care about keeping people safe. It's so selfless of you." He prevented himself from grinning like a proud fool by chugging a glass of water, but some of it went down the wrong pipe and he started hacking. Bubbles patted his back, trying not to laugh.
"Ugh… that was really attractive, wasn't it?" Boomer lamented.
"It happens." She hugged him from behind, entrenching his head between her breasts. "I don't think you could do anything I'd find unattractive."
He craned his neck to meet her gaze and was struck by a sudden truth. "I don't deserve you." Bubbles' cheery visage dimmed. "You're too good for me."
She gazed into his eyes while her hands slipped beneath the collar of his shirt, caressing his chest. "As the seventh heir to the throne of Fawna, I disagree. I escaped a life of obscurity and mediocrity because of you." Bubbles gradually drew closer; Boomer strained to meet her but fell short by a hair. "So, if anything…" she murmured, and he tasted blackberry on her lips, "I should thank you for choosing me over my older sisters. You have my unending gratitude."
"Please fucking kiss me," Boomer all but begged. He didn't like having things he wanted dangling just beyond his reach. If being nestled in her cleavage had not turned his brain to mush, he would've gotten up and kissed her senseless by now. Bubbles smiled sweetly and obliged, her mouth light as a feather on his.
That wasn't enough. Boomer tried to slip her some tongue but she pulled back. "Uh-uh," she admonished, like he was an overeager adolescent, "if we kiss like that, you'll get wound up."
"I'm already hard."
"Oh?" Bubbles tittered, but it sounded more conniving than innocent. She knew exactly what she was doing. She withdrew her hands from his shirt and ran them down his stomach, gathering up the hem to uncover the bulge in his trousers. She giggled again and smooched his cheek. "You're so easy."
"It's not my fault you have amazing tits."
"It's not my fault, either," she returned. "I can't help that I was born this way."
"And I can't help that I wanna bend you over my desk and fuck your brains out."
She bit her lip as Boomer shifted in his chair. "You can't do that."
"Not yet." A heated breath fanned over his chin. Bubbles fixated on his crotch rather than his countenance, imagining how good it would feel to have him inside her. A sweetly musky scent reached his nose and he began salivating. Boomer tugged on a flaxen curl to regain his wife's attention. "Hey. Take care of me and I'll take care of you."
"Right now, in your office?" She blushed. "What if someone hears us?"
"The only other guy here today is Hanar and he already left for lunch. It's just us." He snapped his fingers and she heard a click. "There, I locked the door. Please, baby, I need you."
Bubbles rolled her eyes at his pout, even though it was a convincing expression. If she weren't interested in acquainting herself with his dick, she would've considered it manipulative. She planted kisses on his cheek while unlacing his trousers to free his cock, and Boomer sighed in relief. Bubbles hadn't really observed it until now, but she liked what she saw. Long enough for her to wrap both hands around, slender with a slight upward curve, and quite a bit darker than the rest of his skin. "It's so blue," she remarked. "Does it hurt?"
"Not when you're touching it," Boomer answered. He closed his eyes, already drifting toward a state of bliss. His nerves crackled as she palmed the head to spread his fluid around, then she took a firm yet gentle hold of the shaft and stroked. Twisting her hands in opposite directions while rubbing the tip with her thumb elicited pleasure the likes of which he'd never experienced before. "Fuck, baby…" Boomer slumped so she could reach all the way to the base. "You're really… good at this." Like his cock wasn't the first she had touched.
Bubbles flourished at his praise. It was almost an awkward position for her since she had to stand on tiptoe to reach over the chair and down to his lap, but she remained focused on satisfying her husband. As her pace increased, Boomer thrust up into her hands. "Harder," he breathed, so she squeezed a little more and stroked a little faster. "Mm, fuck…" When his motions grew uneven and his tone desperate, she snagged some tissues off the desk to catch his release. Boomer reached out to brace himself, breath hitching as Bubbles loosened her grasp to let him shudder and shake between her fingers. "Ohh… gods, I needed that." He noticed she tossed something into the trash bin. "Did you… get it?" He warily eyed his workstation for body fluids.
"Mhm," she assured, also wiping off her hands.
He remained sitting for a few more moments to gather his bearings, then stood up wearing an expression of single-minded determination. "Your turn. Sit."
Bubbles hesitated before taking his place as Boomer knelt between her knees. "Are you sure about this?"
"What, you don't want me to go down on you?" He was too busy appreciating how the velvety fur of her outer thighs gave way to even softer skin between them to notice her delayed response. He licked his lips; the source of that delectable scent was only a couple hands away, saturating her smallclothes.
"You can't go deep, remember?"
"I know, baby. My tongue doesn't reach that far." Boomer winked. "But it'll still make you scream."
"Don't make me scream," Bubbles refuted, hiking up her skirt.
Well, now he had to. "Just relax and let me please you." She tried her best to get comfortable, but the potential embarrassment of being heard or, gods forbid, seen lingered at the back of her mind. Those fears soon vanished into oblivion as Boomer nuzzled and nibbled at her undergarment. "My gods, you're soaked. Did handling my dick get you this wet?" He removed her smallclothes and set them aside.
"I, mmm… yes." Bubbles struggled to keep her voice level as he lavished her with kisses, slowly venturing to the middle of her core. He made a sound of smug satisfaction before sticking his tongue out for a proper sample, finding the blackberry flavor of the mead even more pronounced. Was that a Faun thing, that they tasted like whatever they drank? Boomer was absolutely going to test this theory with his wife. Bubbles was the first Faun he'd done anything sexual with, but one piece of information about her species had lodged in his brain during his academic career. Butch, ever the connoisseur of erotic literature, informed him that female Fauns had two clits, one in the usual location and one further inside, and would keep climaxing if both were stimulated concurrently. Boomer hadn't believed his brother then, but he was about to discover that Butch had, in fact, learned something useful from his trashy novellas.
Boomer grew bolder as Bubbles moaned and mewled and tangled her fingers in his hair, shifting her hips in time with his strokes. Delving a bit deeper, swallowing more of her sweet liquid, the tip of his tongue ran across a hard little bump. He froze, thinking he'd hurt her by the shrill cry she released, but he glanced up to see her head thrown back and lips quivering. Bubbles bit down on her fist when he lapped at it again, preventing herself from screaming. Discovering that pearl of pleasure filled Boomer with wonder and joy. Amid her soft, satiny flesh sat a treasure that would lead to an even greater prize: his fine-ass wife coming all over his face. He worked her second clit gently yet diligently as if trying to pry it free with his tongue. Bubbles held her knuckle harder between her teeth to keep herself from sobbing as tears pricked the corners of her eyes. What would her husband think if he knew she actually cried when she peaked? Weak. Pathetic. Not sexy or attractive in the least.
But she couldn't hold back any longer. Something in her snapped and unraveled and left her body moving of its own accord, grinding against that sinful mouth to wring every last ounce of satisfaction from her orgasm. Boomer kept at it until he had to break away to breathe, gasping for air. Then he did something unexpected and dove right back in, stroking and circling her sweet spot like he'd always known how. Before Bubbles' euphoria had even subsided another wave crashed through her, ravaging her, and she choked out a sob containing his name while tears stained her cheeks.
Boomer sat back on his knees, panting. A rakish grin claimed his countenance while he lifted his gaze to her visage. "How was that, Sweetness? Don't lie and tell me you didn't enjoy it." His expression fell when he noticed the wet streaks on her skin, and she held an arm over her eyes. "Baby, are you… crying?" She shook her head, revealing her tears. Boomer practically threw himself on her lap in prostration. "Oh gods, I hurt you! I didn't mean to, I swear! I-I thought you'd tell me to stop if it hurt…"
Bubbles looked at him when he stammered. Boomer searched her big, blue, glistening irises for forgiveness. "It didn't hurt," she said softly, "it felt… amazing."
"Really?" She nodded, smiling, and he sighed in relief.
Bubbles ruffled his hair until feeling like she could stand without wobbling. She picked up her damp underwear off the floor, wrinkling her nose. "I might grow a fungus if I put this back on."
Boomer rose to his feet, straightening his attire. "Just throw it away. I'll buy you new smallclothes on our way home."
"You're leaving now?" She checked the clock. "You still have three hours."
"I already did my five." He wrapped his arms around her, giving her ass a squeeze. Knowing she was bare beneath her skirts renewed his arousal. "Or… are you saying you don't want me to get home early and finish those wards so we can fuck like proper newlyweds?"
Her cheeks flushed with desire. "I didn't say that." Bubbles moved toward the door, tugging on his hand. "Let's go, Sweetie. You owe me three more orgasms."
Boomer chuckled. "I said I'd give you four in our bed, but if you wanna count this as one… Wait, didn't you come twice just now?"
"There wasn't a pause between them so it counts as one," she said matter-of-factly.
He frowned at her logic as they headed to the terminus. "Alright, fine. I'll just keep making you come until you tell me you've had enough."
She shot him a salacious grin. "Then you're not going to get any sleep tonight, darling."
