Reroll

Ooh, Ed found a bed… a giant wooden frame affair with carved posts going up to some curtains; the wooden headboard depicts men and women engaging in acts of debauchery, the carved posts look like veiny rods, and the curtains are a bit faded, but they're color tapestries of women engaging in carnal acts with men… this place was a bordello at one point.  That's the only explanation.

Ed tosses me down on the bed and starts stripping; I take my sleeves and other gear off and look up… oh, the ceiling shows a faded painting of a tiny a fresh-off-the-boat black woman with big knockers, a thin waist, huge hips, and wobbly backside that looks really desperate to get laid lying on a bed; her lower lips are open and drooling, her mouth is formed into an O and… oh, wait… she's panting… that's a mirror with a little dust.  Which… right. Stupid body. Stupid contract.  Power is nice, and not dying is great, but… ugh, this body is so NEEDY.

It's an amazing ride, though.

Speaking of amazing… oh man, Ed is beautiful. Marginally lighter skin than mine (he's been outside, so he's currently hiding the cow skin), a chest my size on only a slightly taller frame, a tiny little waist that would make a Victorian noblewoman jealous, big hips, a jiggly backside, bulging muscles everywhere… and that rod coming out from between his legs under his lower lips… okay, intellectually, it's average.  About as big as mine was before all this started, although it is DEFINITELY at attention right now.  

I hear a woman moaning needily… and realize it's me.

“You want this?” I hear Ed's very feminine voice as I stare at his meat pole as he approaches to the edge of the bed, “come suck on it, then….”

But I'm a man… my mind is screaming as my body obeys, rolling over and crawling to the edge of the bed where I wrap my plump lips around his meat and start sucking like it's a tasty popsicle on a scorching day; I have a nice view of his dripping and open slit as I do.  He tastes salty and bitter.

 …and apparently I like that, given the moans coming out of my mouth.

“Faster,” he growls, grabbing my black hair and using it as a handle, roughly thrusting in and out of my face, his sack smacking my chin as he repeatedly hilts himself, also pushing my nose into his baby factory at the same time, “that's right my pet, be a good little toy for me….”

I can only moan as he uses me like a fleshlight for a minute, talking dirty the whole time… and all I can do is whine.  I don't even gag… seems that reflex doesn't apply with this body.

His rod starts to tense up… and he PULLS OUT!  WHY!?

"Turn around,” he commands, and I find myself obeying without thinking, presenting my rear to him.

“Other way, stupid toy,” he flips me over with one of those muscled arms, giving me a nice view of his big bazookas, and drags me forward on the bed, lining his rod up with my lower opening, and shoving himself in.

And I am instantly in heaven. My walls are squeezing down on his rod as it massages my insides, his pelvis making a clapping sound each time he thrusts into me, his baby batter factories slapping my disposal a moment after.  He leans forward, reaches down, and grabs my milk makers, mashing them and eliciting more moans from my mouth.  His fingers find my taps, sending electrical pleasure from them straight to my ovaries as I watch his milk makers wobble with each of his thrusts, adding their own fleshy clapping sounds as they repeatedly separate and collide, waving between us.

A wonderful tension builds within me with each thrust.  My body knows what's coming, and longs for it… and my world is rocked by an explosion in my middle, which reverberates out from there, hitting my arms, legs, hands, feet, fingers, toes, head, and I think even my hair as I scream out my joy for all the world to hear.

That doesn't stop Ed.  He keeps thrusting into me and manhandling my mammaries, shaking his superb sucklers straight over my face as he continues to jackhammer my mound.

And my body doesn't stop there either.  The power builds again inside, putting pressure on my sanity as it again wells up, waves washing over me and building up to another, inevitable crescendo.

He thrusts in hard, and holds me in place, pulling painfully on my chest, and I feel him twitch and launch liquid in my body cavity… which triggers an earthquake of pleasure within me.

After which Ed collapses on top of me, panting, his head landing between my big beautiful baby feeders.  I bask in the afterglow a while, and roll him off, his now deflated member slipping out of my maidenhead with a wet splorch (okay, maybe not MAIDEN-head; if I ever had that, I would have lost it in the showers after the library incident).

And my chest is sore.  I look down… red handprints where he was grabbing, with some lines from the tugging. I spend a spell point on some healing (it’s easy to replace; the keystone for that is in the form of two rings, and there wasn't really a reason to take those off) to clear that up.  Not too big of a deal…

…but not something I want to repeat. So I use the Quick Study Arcanist exploit a few times to swap out my Moldable Talents, and then get a far too firm grip on Ed's testes, “Let me make something clear.…”

He lets out a remarkably high pitched yelp as he wakes up, “Yes ma'am?”

“I do not like it rough,” I tighten my grip slightly, and he squeaks, “I do not like being degraded,” I tighten some more, and he whimpers, “so the next time we do this,” I tighten further, and he whines, “You will be gentle, supportive, respectful, and complimentary.  Or…” I use the Disintegration advanced talent to turn the mirror above us into fine black ash, which rains down on us, “you will be ‘receiving’ only until the next time you're fortunate enough to get one of these on a reroll.”  I pause, “Is,” and tighten, “that,” and tighten, “clear?” and tighten one last time.

“YES!” Ed squeaks out pitifully.

“Good then,” I let go, and notice blood on my fingernails, “I'm going to go wash up, and get back to work,” I gather my things and head for the door.

“So there will be a ‘next time’,” Ed whispers as I leave.

Oh yes. This body is far, far too red-blooded for there NOT to be. But I'm not going to say that straight out.

I clean up, get dressed, and get back to work.

Over the next few days we get the place cleaned up and repainted; get our driver's licenses, social security cards, certified copies of our birth certificates, high school transcripts, and other forged documents I think might be helpful; I also set up lighting (the Everglow advanced talent of the Light sphere makes Permanent lights that we can switch on or off by touch… although the “temporary talents” rule means I need to have the talent for a full day before using them to do anything Permanent); and of course, we “curse” Betty to not have kids.

We also take a detailed look at those glasses.  I identify them with the Divination sphere, Ed looks at them with Detect Magic, and Betty gives moral support.  We each take the time to identify both pairs, and do it again the next day.  Why? Because curses are harder to detect, that's why.  I'm Intelligence based, and so have a good Spellcraft check… but identifying a curse has a ten point increase to the difficulty. But if I try twice per pair of glasses, and Ed tries twice per pair of glasses, that works out to eight tries to get it right… and yes, they're cursed.

“They grant the ability to see magical auras constantly… basically Arcane Sight… but we can't use them,” I sigh and set the pair I'm working on  down when I'm done.

Betty raises an eyebrow, “Oh?”

I shake my head, “They can't be used by anyone who's capable of magic.  Even at that, they require a nearby badge, which we didn't grab.”

Ed nods, “I didn't catch the limitations, but yeah, they knew as soon as they laid eyes on us.  Good odds the detectors are just for show, and they wanted us to go elsewhere so they could capture us without witnesses.”

I shake my head, “No bet,” and consider, “but now that we know how they're ID'ing folks… a single talent from the Illusion sphere has us covered.”  Manipulate Aura, specifically: It can hide magic auras entirely.

“Or the first level Magic Aura spell,” Betty agrees, “but none of us are Wizards right now, so it's up to you.”

“Easy to handle…” I swap out a talent, and get to work, warding all three of us, our gear, and our animals, “There… now as long as we all look and act the part of normal college students, we should be okay….”

Betty unwrapps her tail a moment, and puts it back.

I chuckle, “Yeah… I can fix that temporarily with illusions. Here…” I apply a Glamer to her, making her look like a normal woman… including cutting her chest size down a few cups, “It'll only last a few minutes at a time, unfortunately.”

Betty nods, “So… think the ‘basement’ is done airing out?”

I consider, “Should be; let's go….”