Odd Jobs and Side Effects (Pt 3) [F20s] [Fantasy] [Aphrodisiac] [Riding] [Cunnilingus] [Leg Lock] [Missionary] [Creampie] [Aftermath of Monsterfucking]
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
No monsters in this chapter, but she doesn't go without. There's a steamy human scene where she's thoroughly taken care of, and I had a lot of fun writing it out here. This chapter is the throughline between her last job and her next one. The creatures aren't done with her yet...
It’s a shared experience travelers have, that the journey back home after a job feels like it’s considerably shorter than the road to get there. Something about retracing the same twists and turns that had felt new only hours ago. Closing a chapter, regardless of how it went.
This walk back to town felt like it took ages.
I usually kept a mental log about the contract that had just been completed. What had gone wrong, what had gone right, what could have been handled better on the guild’s part, all forming a report to give to the guild when all was said and done. Yet my mind was not in that state. I kept thinking back to what my body felt in those tentacles’ clutches. How utterly full I was. How gods-damned good it all felt.
My body was hot. I could feel it from my pussy, up to my stomach, spreading all across my skin. I was sure my cheeks were flushed. I still wasn’t sure if it was from the cum still stuck in my womb, some kind of alchemical or even magical property it carried, or if I was deluding myself and hiding that I was just turned on from the experience.
No report would be given tonight.
The alchemist’s shop was still lit - of course it was. I only met him the one time, but I knew he was the kind of man who was driven by something deeper than simple ambition. He was deeply invested in this job I was on, deeply curious, likely keeping himself busy in his crowded shop.
I opened the door and it jingled with the dozens of small bells lining it. I forgot how strong it smelled in here, of herbs and smokes and something more sharp under all of it that I couldn’t pinpoint. Shelves lined the walls full of bottles and jars, some labeled, most of them not. This wasn’t the kind of shop that displayed merchandise, it displayed expertise.
The alchemist was at his workbench, working on what seemed like three different things at once, all of them abandoned when I stepped inside. He looked up at me as I closed the door.
“You have it?” he asked.
I took the vial out of my pack, still sealed, the white cloudy liquid swirling inside.
“It’s intact?” he followed up. “The fluid is-”
“It’s intact. Sealed within seconds of collection.” I stepped towards him, and he stood up at the same time, meeting me at the counter.
“Let me see, let me see,” he said eagerly. I handed it to him and he held it up to the light in his shop, rotating it slowly. He made a small sound, something between a gasp and a sigh, his shoulders easing off their earlier tension.
“Consistency is excellent,” he said, mostly to himself. “No clouding, no separation, viscosity is- yes, this is very good.”
I tried not to wonder about the viscosity of the… sample, inside me. My stomach was warm.
“I followed your instructions. Now, about payment…”
“Yes yes,” he turned and put the vial on a small shelf behind his counter. “One hundred gold, as we agreed.”
“And…” I sighed. “I need a potion.”
He cocked his head. Then he leaned down, fishing out something from a drawer in his counter. A notebook. He thumbed through the pages until he stopped at a specific place, pushing up his glasses and producing a pen.
“Something happened?” he asked.
I looked at him, almost glaring. I opened my mouth, words failing me. Then I said, “I had to… engage with it. Directly.”
His eyebrows raised, just for a second. “I see, I see. Makes sense…” He began writing in his notebook furiously. My cheeks flushed, I was not ready to have my experiences documented, even vaguely. “Wasn’t aware it was capable of…” He turned the page and kept writing. “Do you feel any-?”
“I just need a contraceptive potion,” I cut him off, a little too loudly. I was not about to go into specifics.
“Very well.” He turned and rummaged through his shelves, easily finding a small vial full of a clear liquid with a pink hue to it. He slid it over to me, along with a pouch of gold. “The potion, and the payment.”
I took the vial and uncorked it, closing my eyes and downing it in one go. It didn’t taste bad, didn’t taste like anything really. I knew that these potions started working quickly, and that time was of the essence. Then I picked up the pouch, counting the gold, coming up to…
“This is seventy five gold.”
“Indeed.”
“We agreed on one hundred.”
He tapped his fingers together, giving me a look that I didn’t entirely like. “I charge my customers fifty gold for these potions. Yours was given to you at cost.”
I looked at the now empty vial, then back to the pouch of gold, then back to him. I slid the glass back over to him and took a breath, nodding. It was his lack of information that got me into this mess, but the point wasn’t worth arguing. Seventy five gold was still seventy five gold, and that would have to be enough.
“The specimen really is exceptional,” he said as I was packing away the pouch.
“Well, don’t waste it. Good luck with your research,” I replied flatly, giving him a wave as I walked out of the shop.
***
The potion worked fast. I could feel it spreading through my body, carrying a warmth that should have eased my nerves. But as I walked, I could also feel that lingering heat rise beneath it, making me squirm. I stopped, inhaled, closed my eyes, trying to will my cheeks to stop flushing and to calm my body down. My chest was tight. I ached between my legs. I needed to stop thinking about what happened, to stop imagining myself back in that creature-cave, all suspended, all…
I needed a drink.
Cole ran a pub on the same block as the guild, on the corner a few properties down. It was about a fifteen minute walk from the alchemist’s shop. I focused on my steps, hand in my bag, holding onto that pouch of gold.
It was late enough that the pub had a few customers left scattered around. Some in low conversation, others just finishing a meal and a drink after their last job. No one I needed to wave to or acknowledge. Cole was behind the bar. As always. He looked up the second I walked in, his eyes finding mine, his mouth pulling into a sly smile.
“Kaira!” he said, tossing down his towel. “You look like you’ve had a day.”
I’m Kaira, by the way.
He was already pouring me a beer, a particular brew from the North that he knew I liked.
“You could say that,” I said, sliding into the stool in front of him.
“Good day or bad day?” he asked, setting the glass in front of me.
“Long day.”
“Ahh, those are my favorite kind. People talk about long days.”
I took a drink of my beer, closing my eyes. “I’m not talking about this one.”
“You already are.” He grinned at me. “You’ve always got things to say, Kaira, you just make me work for them sometimes. Unlike some people.” He glanced past me towards two contractors, just finishing their drinks, lowering his voice and leaning in. “Daven over there spent two hours telling me about his mother’s property dispute. If I have to hear another word about which neighbor said this or which councilman ordered that…”
“Sounds like you’re earning your tips.”
“I always earn my tips.” He said it with easy confidence, leaning back away from me with a smile.
He left me to my drink, grabbing empty glasses around the bar, making his rounds to the tables in the rest of the pub. He stopped at a table near the window where two women were finishing their drinks, said something I couldn't hear, and got a laugh out of both of them. It’s just who he is. On some nights whoever caught his eye would still be here after close with him.
I watched him move without meaning to. He was efficient. There was a rumor that he used to be a contractor, and a good one at that. He’d never confirmed it, but I didn’t need him to. It showed in his shoulders, in the way he carried things one-handed like they weighed nothing. The way he moved around people instead of through them, like he already knew how much force it would take to put someone somewhere else and chose not to use it.
I took a breath, pushing down that heat again, drinking up the rest of my beer.
Cole was already back, pushing a second glass of it towards me before I even asked.
“Come on, I can’t look that bad,” I said, pushing the empty glass towards him.
"You couldn't look bad if you tried." He picked up the empty glass. "The drink's just a bonus."
“That sounded smoother in your head.”
“Maybe,” he said. “Still works.”
“Does it?”
“You’re still here,” he said, tapping the side of the glass.
I picked it up. “You’re still going to charge me for this one, aren’t you.”
“Miss ‘I just got paid today’? Absolutely.” He leaned on the bar. “Least you can do is give me something interesting for it. A story, a detail, anything.”
I took a drink, smirking at him after putting it back down. “Maybe I’m a private person.”
“You try to be.” He tilted his head, his eyes looking at me with an intensity that made me want to look away. “Your face doesn’t agree though. It gives too much away.”
“And what’s my face saying tonight?”
“Well, you’ve got a few faces that I’ve seen so far walking in here. There’s the ‘boring job’ face - very flat, like you’re insulted by the rate. There’s the ‘huge success’ face, which is all bright and cocky like you’re the best there ever was. Then there’s the ‘something went wrong but I fixed it’ face, which is similar to the ‘boring job’ face but with a little more jaw…”
“Cole-”
“And then there’s tonight’s face, which is new.” He straightened back up, still with that stupid grin on his face. “Like a mix of all three. I like it. Captivating.”
I looked down at my drink, feeling my face flush. I was used to Cole’s antics, but tonight they were hitting me differently.
“Captivating.” I repeated, mostly to my beer.
“That’s what I said.”
I looked back up at him. He hadn’t moved, hadn’t dialed it back the way he usually did at this point. He was just watching me after landing his line, letting it sit there between us. Cole was never in a hurry, it was one of his more… dangerous qualities.
“You say that to everyone,” I said, but it came out weaker than I wanted.
“I say a lot of things to everyone.” The grin softened slightly. “Doesn’t mean I’m wrong.”
I held his gaze for a moment longer than I needed to. Then I picked up my drink. “Go do your job, Cole.”
“I already am.” But he pushed off the bar, easy, and went to check on the last table still in the pub.
I sat with my second drink, nursing it more than drinking it at this point. The pub had gone quiet enough that I could hear the fire settling. I turned the glass in my hands.
Cole was charming to everyone, indiscriminately, as a matter of professional practice and personal character. I knew that, but it was still working on me tonight. The potion had done what it was supposed to do, and I was rationalizing that the lingering heat, the way my eyes followed him, the way I was stopping myself from squirming, was all just residual.
Eventually the last table paid up and filtered out. This was the part where I should finish my beer, pay my tab, and go home. I did finish my beer, and I did place five silver on the bartop. But then I kept sitting there.
He came back behind the bar, reached past me and took my empty glass and the coins. “You usually don’t stay this long,” he said. “Not without company.”
I looked up at him. I sighed. “Who says I don’t have company?”
He looked at me for a moment, something in his expression shifting. For once, he didn’t have anything to say back. My hand found his forearm before I'd decided to put it there. Just my fingers, just a moment, on the inside of his wrist where his sleeve was still rolled back. He looked down at my hand, then back to my face. I kept my gaze on him.
“I’m about to close up,” he said quietly.
I took my hand back, gently, scooting off of the stool. “I’ll put up the chairs.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I know.” I picked up the nearest stool and set it up on the table. “But you’ll close up faster this way.”
We closed up the bar without saying much else. When the last lamp was turned off, he headed for the stairs behind the bar. I followed him up.
Cole shut the door to his room, and I grabbed the front of his shirt with both hands, shoving him back against the wall. He exhaled, short and surprised, his hands settling on my hips while I leaned in and kissed him. I yanked his shirt up, and he helped me get it over his head, then he did the same with mine. Boots, shorts, pants, and belts all hit the floor in a hurried pile.
I wrapped my hands around his cock, already hard and ready, stroking him once. He gave a satisfied grunt, and I pushed him back towards his bed, his legs hitting it as he sat down. I climbed on top of him and straddled his legs.
"There's no rush, we've got all night," he offered, but I shut him up with a kiss, lining up his cock and sinking down on it. I moaned into his mouth as I took him completely inside my pussy, clenching on him, feeling instant relief as he filled me up. I planted my hands on his chest and started riding him, my hips rolling deeply into his, and I felt his hands slide up my thighs and hold my hips.
I buried my face into his shoulder, closing my eyes and just feeling him. Bounce, bounce, bounce, each roll of my hips pressing his cock close to my cervix, scratching that itch in my pussy I'd had all night. "Mmh, mmh, mmh," I moaned into his neck, and he just held me on his lap while I took what I needed, hands holding my hips firmly, my tits sliding on his chest, his cock throbbing inside me. He had the sense to not offer any commentary.
I rolled my hips harder, bounced faster, grinding down so his cock rubbed exactly where I needed it. "Ah, fuck..." my voice came out as a squeal. The heat that had been simmering in my belly since that walk back from the forest started to uncoil. I clenched my thighs and ground my clit into his hips, my fingers curling in and likely scratching his skin as that first orgasm hit me sharp and fast. "Gods..." I moaned roughly while my body shook around him.
I was still catching my breath when Cole slid his hands under my ass and gently lifted me off of his cock. He moved me up the bed, tossing me on my back and spreading my legs. "My turn," he said, lowly, his hand grabbing my tit as his head dropped between my thighs. I felt him pull my hips towards him and settle his mouth on my pussy.
His tongue moved over my slit confidently, pressing the full length of it to my lips before making long, pressing drags over them. I gasped as the tip of his tongue found my clit, flicking over it while he started a low hum, sending deep vibrations that spread through my pussy. One hand stayed on my hip, the other found my tit again, and my hand was already in his hair. I rolled my hips on his face while he licked me faster, deeper.
I didn't care what mix of juices he was tasting, he seemed eager to taste me exactly as I was. "Gods, you're- ah!" I couldn't get words out without gasping and moaning as he ate me expertly, clearly practiced at this. I closed my eyes and arched my back as his tongue pushed past my folds, dipping inside me, and I ground my hips into him. I felt my second orgasm rise just as fast as the first, and I clutched my other nipple as I whimpered and shook through it.
He was still lapping at me while I was panting and trembling from it. My pussy ached, still needy even after two orgasms. I pushed weakly at his shoulders, and he looked up. "Fuck me," I breathed. "Please."
He got up, smiling at me, pressing his cock to my pussy and rubbing over it. "Say that again," he growled to me, hungrily.
I bit my lip and played along. "Fuck me, Cole." I rolled my hips under him, sliding my pussy on his cock, soaking and squelching on him. "I need it, please..."
His hand found my thigh, holding it open as he pressed his cock right at my pussy, sliding back inside me in one smooth thrust. He filled me completely, and my eyes rolled back in my head. I wrapped my legs around his waist out of sheer need, locking my ankles behind his back. My body needed to feel his cock as deep as a human could reach.
He braced himself up on his forearms and started thrusting into me in strong, controlled strokes. His hand found my tit again, playing with my nipple and twisting it between his thumb and his knuckle. "Yeah, there... don't stop..." I moaned.
"Wasn't planning to," he muttered, his mouth open with his own small grunts, still pulled to a small smile as he fucked into me. My nails dug into his shoulders, and I felt my pussy tighten around him as his cock sent sparks through me with every deep plunge to my cervix. His cock felt like a correction. Simple, human, reminding my pussy what a man felt like after reeling from the tentacles.
My orgasm had been building, slower, ever since his cock sunk into me again. It was coiling deep in my belly, heavier, every press of his cock to my core bringing it closer, and closer. "Mmh... ah... ah..." I moaned deeply with each plunge, my eyes looking into his, and I could feel him getting close too, his rhythm starting to falter slightly as his cock twitched. I realized right then how badly I needed it.
"Cum inside me..." I whimpered, biting my lip after I said it. The potion was already working, I knew it'd be a safe night at this point. My pussy clenched, and his cock throbbed. He groaned, holding me tighter, leaning into my body more and pressing his chest against mine. My legs pulled him in tighter.
"You got it," he groaned as he wrapped his arms under me, one hand on my ass, the other holding the back of my head. His hips drove into me hard, and I moaned loudly, not caring who was hearing me in the inn rooms below us. Finally I felt him throb, his voice growling in my ear, his cock pulsing as his hot cum poured into my pussy. I came with him, hard, my back arching off the bed, a sharp cry tearing from my throat as my walls clenched around him, pulsing over and over, milking his cock. Pleasure rolled through me in waves, finally burning out the last stubborn traces of the alien heat that the tentacles had left behind.
He stayed there for a moment, the twitches of his cock relaxing inside me. He slid his arms out from under me, raising his head up to look at me one more time before he pulled out of me, slowly. I lay there for a few seconds, chest rising and falling, closing my eyes, my body finally, genuinely quiet. All that restlessness, gone. Getting a drink was a good idea.
I got up and started gathering my clothes. Cole rolled onto his side, watching me. He looked relaxed, but then he always looked relaxed.
"Feel better?" he asked as I pulled my shirt back on.
"Yeah," I said, getting my shorts next. "Thanks. Really."
He smiled at me, unguarded this time, without the usual performance behind it. "Happy to help."
I finished lacing my boots, giving him one last small nod, and slipped out the door. I headed down the stairs, past the inn rooms, past the empty bar, and out into the cooler night air. My steps felt steadier now as I walked home, gold in my pack, and my health and dignity intact.
I've never failed to complete a contract.