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Meetup IRL Pt. 02

** Hi all, the story continues!

I hope you all enjoy the second chapter. I'm having a really good time writing this, and there's another chapter planned after this to round off the series.

Just a small reminder that as an aussie, I generally write in British English. Thus, the spelling of certain words may be slightly different for any US reader. I hope it's not too much of an inconvenience!

Tags include, but not limited to: Futa on male, futadom, anal, deepthroat, blowjob, more feels, etc.

All character are over the age of 18**

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Gideon grinned and blushed like a giddy little schoolboy as he sealed the lunch he'd made for Rhiannon up in its multi-tiered container, having put the final finishing touch to it in the form of an intricate cherry tomato rose above a heart of black sesame seeds on the bottom layer's bed of fluffy, seasoned white rice. He'd tried to keep things simple, but before he knew it he'd found himself throwing his heart and soul into the meal, preparing a quartet of tender slow-cooked pork ribs with a side of sautéed broccolini and carrot, a small garden salad with a pot of ginger balsamic dressing, and rounding things off with a little dessert of salted caramel mini cupcakes.

It was a lot for one person, unless that person was a futa. Their daily caloric intake was easily 2 or 3 times that of a guy or girl, not only due to their larger than average statures, but also because they needed every nutrient possible for the purpose of the heavy milk makers that hung between their legs. Basic futa biology was a mandatory subject in senior high, but now he knew the truth of those lessons first-hand. He blushed a deeper shade of pink as he put a hand on his belly, his thoughts drifting back to their night together, and what had followed.

--

After he'd fallen asleep in her arms from his well fucked exhaustion, his dreams had been nothing short of blissful. He still remembered splintered fragments of them, his dream-scape a surreal mix of the real world and the fantasy of Dragons&Dungeoneering:Online. Clearing out an underground car park of a goblin infestation, looting a chest full of treasure from a wyrmling brood that guarded the city's history museum, and carousing raucously in a tavern together before Rhia the Bloody had scooped him up into her arms, carried him outside, and made love to him in a rooftop garden that overlooked the sparkling city below.

It had seemed like he could actually feel the shape of her cock as she stretched him out in that fantasy, and right as he'd reached his climax in the dream, he'd abruptly woken up to a real orgasm as he shot his watery strings into the sheets of Rhia's huge bed. Coming to his senses and twisting his head on the pillow, he'd quickly realised why her dream dick had felt so real. Her foot long cock was still buried deep in his boy-pussy after their lovemaking earlier, and although she'd become semi-soft as they'd drifted off in the wake of her climax, her slab of futa-flesh had inflated back to its full glory in his hot little sheathe and had crushed out his prostate, forcing him to cum and waking him up.

He wasn't about to complain, though.

He'd felt her hips push into his ass a little as she lay behind him, still asleep and unconsciously fucking him as her muscled arms embraced him and pulled him against her body even more tightly. Groggy and still a little Hazed from the creamy nutt that he could still feeling sloshing around his insides, he'd smiled happily as he allowed himself to be used like an onahole as she mindlessly sleep-fucked him. Not that he could have really stopped her anyway.

He'd dozed off as she continued gently bucking herself into him, losing hours here and there in his stupor, until her python had swelled again and begun dumping another fresh load of nut butter into his already inflated insides as she mewled happily in her deep slumber. With each pulse another rope was added to the mix, and he'd felt his belly expand a little bit more each time to accommodate her thick seed. By the time her had cock stopped twitching and shooting in him he felt more full than he'd ever been, his guts having expanded out a good few inches and making him look almost pregnant with her baby batter, such was the size of his cum-gut.

The return of the Haze in full force combined with a new level of exhaustion, and quickly put him to sleep as her soda-can thick semi stayed lodged inside him, the tight seal his asshole around her softened member still managing to allow only a few stray rivulets to escape, as she shifted around him. A few hours later, which was a guess at best, as the sun was just beginning to rise over the horizon, he was started awake again as she'd let him go and rolled over to go to the bathroom. Despite his sleepy state, he'd both felt and heard a distinctive wet sucking *schluurp* as her cock came free and allowed what cum hadn't already been absorbed by his body, to flow out in a mini torrent onto the bed.

The scene had given them both a good chuckle despite their grogginess, or perhaps because of it, and he'd tried to stopper the flow with both hands as while shuffling off the bed and awkwardly following her over to the en-suite bathroom. She'd giggled at his funny little walk, strings of cum dripping off from her swinging dick with every step she took as she guided him with a wave of her hand. Following behind her, he was once again struck by how someone could look so powerful, and yet so sexy, marvelling at how her toned, muscled physique somehow emphasised the best of its feminine attributes, rather than diminishing them.

Taking the door to the left of the long dresser, they first came in to a large walk-in closet, the walls lined with drawers, shelves, and racks laden with suits, shoes, clothes and accessories. At the center of the room sat a circular plush looking seat in crushed black-velvet with golden trim. There was another door on the same wall they'd come through, the door to the right of the dresser, he realised, and a large double door on the opposite wall, which Rhia had walked to.

"Bathroom's through here." She explained as she opened them, as he shuffled forward to follow.

The bathroom turned out to be as palatial as the rest of the apartment, of course. White and black marbled tiles lined the floor and walls as they passed through an entryway with two long sinks sunk into the matching marble counter top, polished silver fixtures and a large long mirror sat on the wall behind them. A door opposite the basins led to what appeared to be the toilet, and he gawked at how a room with such a basic function could manage to look grandiose. He assumed Rhia would have made her way to it, but she kept walking forward through another door and waving him onward.

Once through the 'washroom', they entered the actual 'bathing room', one half of the huge space dominated by a large, open plan shower with what looked like a padded bench sitting below a set of large rain-shower heads. To the other side, a bath the side of a large hot-tub sat sunken and inset in the floor. Gideon had guessed that he could probably lie down in there, stretch out and not even come close to touching the sides. A curved large, seamless window dominated one wall, giving another breathtaking view as the sun rose like burnished gold over the city below.

He flowed her as she veered off towards the shower and waved her hand at a sensor mounted on the wall. A cascade of water had begun flowing from the massive shower-heads at the silent gesticulation, and she immediately stepped into it. Inching over across the wet marble, he'd been surprised as he realized the tiles of the shower floor were coated with some sort of glaze that stopped him slipping around, and so, gingerly sticking his foot into the stream to test the temperature, amazingly found it to already be nice and hot, but not boiling. At home he was used to waiting close to a full minute, or two on the really bad days, before he could get hot water coming out from his shower. The wealthy really did want for nothing, he'd thought as he stepped in and joined the large futa in the showers hot, refreshing embrace.

The only problem now was, he was all wet and he still had an over packed gut full of cum in his still trying to seep out. He'd thought about trying to make it to the toilet all wet, when all of a sudden he looked down and saw a thick stream of pale, straw gold urine flowing from the tip of Rhia's cock. Blushing, he suddenly didn't know where to look, and seeing his obvious embarrassment, she'd giggled good-naturedly again.

"What?" She'd asked, smirking cheekily as the flow kept going unabated. "You've never pissed in the shower before?"

"Well, yeah but," He'd shifted uncomfortably, cum starting to leak from his butt as the water slicked his hands. "Never, mmmm...never in front of another person."

Still leering, she'd stepped up close to him, her sound of her cock slapping against her thigh audible even above the shower as the last of its golden fluid dribbled out, and bent down to grip his wrists in her large hands before gently, but firmly, pulling his at arms until they were up above his head. With nothing left to prevent its escape, the build-up of cum had immediately begun slopping out of his loosened pucker, the feeling as gravity and pressure emptied him, triggering his belly to tense which in turn only caused more of her thick gloopy cream to shoot. The gluey stream splattered onto the tiles and was quickly broken apart and washed down the drain.

After more than a minute, he saw and felt his belly deflate as Rhia's litres of girlcum leaked away, until it once more returned to its more natural, if slightly pudgy, state. Satisfied he'd been drained, she'd finally let go of his arms and hugged him tightly to her wet, solid body as his face was shoved into her firm chest until his face was practically buried in her cleavage. They'd enjoyed the embrace for a while, his little prick growing warm as it pressed against the soft bulk of hers, before breaking apart and stepping outside the torrent of steaming shower water to soap up.

The Haze still glazing his mind slightly from the load that had still been sloshing in his guts until a few moments ago, Gideon did his best to keep his eyes off her and focus on the task at hand, rubbing her spicy fragranced body gel over himself, lest he find himself standing still and gawking at her statuesque figure like a jizz-addled simpleton. However, chancing a glance at her as he'd been running his sudsy hands over his rear, he'd found her openly staring at him as she stroked her soaped up fist up and down the length of her rapidly re-swelling donkey dick and making her fat, sudsy balls bounce heavily. As she'd seen herself caught in the act of masturbating to him, she'd hesitated for a split second before resuming at full speed, just shrugging and grinning from ear to ear like an impertinent child.

He couldn't help himself really, just the thought that she'd been jerking herself off to him made his heart flutter with pride as his own dick had begun to twitch and swell, and he'd soon found himself doing what he'd been afraid of, staring wide eyed at her glistening body and ogling her futahood as it bobbed and danced only a couple feet from him. Well, if she was giving in to her base desires, then why couldn't he? Still soapy, he'd bitten his bottom lip as he padded over to her and took her by the hand not busy tenderising her slab of girlmeat, over to the bench and motioned for her to sit. With a look of bemusement and intrigue, she'd followed his lead and sat down, still stroking.

Placing his hands on her slippery thighs and pushing her legs open, he'd swiftly lowered himself to his knees and taken her cock in both his hands as he'd shooed away her busy hand. Then, watching as she'd leaned back and gazed down at him, began pumping her gel slicked shaft with gusto with the thing aimed squarely at his face. As much as a part of him had wanted to take it slowly and savour the feeling of her weight in his hands, the Hazed fog on his mind made him desperately want to see her get off again, knowing that he'd been the one to do it, and further proving his worth to her. No...actually that wasn't quite the whole truth of it. Hazed mind or not, he wanted to taste her spunk, and to feel its gluey thickness slide down into his belly.

Using all the practiced skill he'd gained from training on his toys at home, he'd working his hands up and down her girthy shaft, twisting them as he did. His efforts were soon rewarded as he watched her eyes roll up and close in ecstasy and a low, growling moan issued from her. Precum was soon leaking from her slit and carving valleys through the suds foaming on her organ, and he saw her thighs begin trembling as he worshiped her.

The shower had kept pouring down, momentarily forgotten by the two of them, and after only a few minutes he'd seen her balls begin tightening in the tell-tale sign of her approaching climax.

"Oh shit, Giddy..." She groaned as her low growl shot up a few octaves. "Fuck...I'm...I'm gonna-!"

Anticipating her orgasm he'd opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, one hand quickly shooting up to the puffed head of her cock to twist and jerk the crown and crest of her sensitive glans, as her pole swelled up un his grip. He'd just had time to see her toes curl in the corner of his eye before snapping them shut as the first shot surged up from her root and flew out of her piss slit, hitting him right in the face with her balls' creamy essence, and blinding him.

"FUUUCK BABYYYY!" Her howl had echoed around the bathroom as he'd continued working her, milking rope after creamy rope from her as each new one splattered across his face, mouth, neck, and chest, covering him from hairline to crotch as it spewed out and leaked down his body.

He'd savoured the long awaited sweet salty musk of her ball cream, so much better than the pre-packaged supplements he'd been subsisting up until then, and tried to swallow as quickly and as deeply as he could. But just as she'd shown last night and in the early hours of the morning, despite her under average size, her output still rivalled that of most futa. A dozen viscous volleys later and her cock's pulsing throb had weakened and slowed to a dull spasm in his hands as the last bits of her milk dribbled out as he pulled his lower hand up from the base of her shaft to join the one at her tip, squeezing the last of her out onto his face as he blindly manoeuvred himself under her.

Once he felt her begin softening in his hands, he'd leaned up and placed his lips over her tip, suckling softly as he ran his tongue over the opening of her urethra, and removing the last traces of seed from her, before pulling off with a wet *pop* and lowering the object of his affections.

"*Ahem!* Thanks, *cough* for breakfast." He'd finally piped up, having to clear his throat and swallow the residual cum had stuck to his oesophagus after swallowing a half dozen mouthfuls of nutt.

Being unable to see, he couldn't know what look had sat on her face in the aftermath, but he'd nonetheless beamed up at her, feeling the heady Haze come back to him from the fresh mouthfuls of spunk warming his belly, before leaning back into the hot downpour of the shower and letting it clear away the goo covering him. When it had finally cleared from his face, he looked at her through freshly glazed eyes and saw her still sitting there, slumped back on the bench and dreamily gazing down at him as her flushed chest heaved with deep, contented breaths. His little heart fluttered again, thrilled at having served her adequately and hoping she'd loved it as much as he had.

"Well, *cough*" He'd spoken and coughed again as he weakly got up from his aching legs, his knees a bit sore from kneeling down on the hard marble floor. "Should we get cleaned up for real this time?" His soul swelled as her radiant smile had beamed up at him, and she shifted herself up to her feet, although, he noticed with a stab of pride, her legs were still looking a little shaky in the afterglow of her climax.

After a successful second stab at showering, combing out her braids and washing their hair, she'd tuned off the water and they'd dried each other off before heading back out to her bedroom and getting dressed. By that point unfortunately, the day had been edging into mid-morning and he'd had to leave to go home before changing and heading to work for the day. Rhia had looked a little disappointed, again filling his head with a giddy sense of pride as the Haze still sat miasmic in his mind, but after she'd pouted for a moment she'd offered him her hand and led him back through the halls of her apartment, down the stairs and out her front door to the elevator.

"Hey," She'd said suddenly, looking down to him with a grin as they waited for the lift to arrive. "I had a really great time last night...and this morning."

"M-Me too..." He'd quickly agreed, blushing at the memory of all that had happened in less than 24 hours.

"I know we've only just met IRL, but...would you maybe wanna do this again next weekend?" Her smokey accent had melted his heart as much as her words as he'd practically buzzed with excitement.

"Yes!" He'd nearly shouted before hearing how zealous he must have sounded, and cleared his throat before responding again, a little more collected despite excitement still shaking his voice. "Yes, umm...o-of course I would." He didn't even try containing his smile, though.

He wasn't sure he'd even have been able to if he'd wanted to. His heart had practically sung with joy at her offer.

*DING*

The doors to the elevator opened as it arrived, cutting the moment shorter than he'd have liked. But despite his longing to stay, he somehow found the strength to take a step forward. As he had, he'd unexpectedly found himself spun around as Rhia pulled him back, before leaning down and planting her lips on his for one last, deep kiss. Just as last night, he felt his heel pop up as she pressed her lips to his, no tongue, no groping, just a gesture of pure affection, before she'd playfully nudged him backwards and swiped the elevator control to take him back to the lobby. He'd leaned there and swooned against the glass wall of the lift as the doors began to close.

"I'll see you soon, little elf." She'd said playfully before the lift's doors cut between them. The last image he'd seen of her, her slightly blushing, smiling face.

He'd felt like his heart was being pulled from his chest as the car began gliding silently down the building, but despite his recently realised fear of heights, he'd barely felt a twinge of dread. All his energy having had been focused then on how much he wanted to stay with her. As the doors opened to the lobby and the bank of similar elevators, he'd walked out the monolithic building's front entrance, ignoring the stares and curious looks he got from the staff and a couple residents, as he'd tried to steel himself for the coming week.

Only one week to go, right? Only 7 day until he could see her again. He could do this.

--

Easier said than done, it had turned out.

Gideon carefully loaded the 3-tired case into a bag and got himself ready to head out. It was only Wednesday now, a few days since then, but it had felt like a month. They'd been messaging of course, talking about D&D, goofing around, and saying how they missed each other, but now that he'd tasted her presence, both metaphorically and physically, it just wasn't the same, and during almost every waking moment, he found his thoughts drifting back to her and their time together.

Even work at the restaurant had barely been enough of a distraction to keep his mind from wandering, and he'd found himself almost floating around the kitchen as he worked the line and prepared food for the guests. His change in demeanor surprisingly hadn't gone unnoticed by the other kitchen staff, and he found himself catching sidelong glances from the other cooks and waiters as he worked, an ever present little smile on his face. One or two of the futa chefs even tried chatting with him, leaning over him in the break room and asking if he'd lost weight or changed his hair recently as they flashed him smiles that only a few days ago would have made his heart skip a beat, but to their surprise he casually brushed them off. His head now only filled with visions of Rhia.
That was why today he'd decided to surprise her at work with a little homemade lunch. It was killing three birds with one stone, really. He could sate the longing he'd been feeling in his heart by seeing her, hopefully provide a nice surprise on hump-day, and simultaneously show off his culinary skills in the hope of impressing her. He knew he didn't have a lot to offer, despite what she'd said to him during their date, but cooking was one of the only things he had any confidence in, and he wanted to do whatever he could to ensure she saw the value in what little worth he did have.

Half an hour later he found himself standing outside a large building of steel and glass, the offices of Jameson&Hersh, and Rhiannon's workplace. Taking a deep breath and waving back at a suited doorboy who greeted him as he entered, he gripped the bag in his hands and made his way through the entrance into the massive lobby which was teeming with professional looking people in business suits. He felt under-dressed, despite wearing his nicest button-up shirt and some slacks for the occasion, but pulled down his hat and adjusted the strap of his satchel as he walked through the throngs, making his way to a desk at the entrance to a line of security gates that cordoned off the lobby from the rest of the building's access.

"Umm...E-excuse me..." He hesitantly uttered as he tried to gain their attention.

A guard turned around at his soft voice, looking down at him and arching an eyebrow questioningly.

"Can I...help you?" She asked, looking him up and down.

"I, umm, I'm here to see Miss..." He stopped then, realising he didn't even know Rhiannon's last name. His mind somehow at once racing and going blank. "Um, I'm here to see the...J-Junior VP for acquisitions?"

"I see. Is she expecting you?" The burly guard asked, almost accusatorily.

"Um..." Of course. Had he really thought he could just waltz on in without an appointment? He was at a total loss before he looked at his shoes in embarrassment and remembered the bag in his hands. "I have, ah, I have some f-food for her?" he said, proffering the bag up.

The imposing figure looked down into the bag, then back up to him.

"...I'll need to check that before you go up." She said finally as she held out her hand expectantly.

He gave it to her and watched as she opened each tier of the container, blushing as she uncovered the bottom layer and saw the tomato rose and black sesame heart he'd put in, her eyes darting to him for a moment, before she sighed and closed the container back up.

"Take that elevator," She offered, pointing to the middle right set of doors as she waved him through the gate to the side of the desk. "And take it to the 48th floor. The receptionist there should be able to help you."

"Yes! Th-Thank you!" He squeaked as he hurried over to the lifts, bowing awkwardly as he scurried off, and seeing a perplexed look on her face, and the faces of the other guards.

The elevator ride was slightly nerve-wracking as he squished himself into one corner as a few serious looking corporate suits packed in with him. Luckily though, no one seemed to question his casual looking presence there, beyond the occasional glance as they chatted and discussed whatever business they had. By the time he got to the 48th floor he was alone, save for a pretty young man dressed in a rather tight fitting, yet somehow professional looking vest and booty shorts. He stared at Gideon looking him up and down as the guard had, obviously wondering what he was doing there, before the lift finally stopped at the 48th floor, and the doors opened.

He stepped out into a little open area and breathed a small sigh of relief before looking around. Desks and walled offices were scattered about the floor with people walking around or sitting at desks talking mutedly. The place decorated pleasantly, not too rich or austere, and in front of him he saw a long, curved desk with a woman sitting behind it typing away at a computer and talking into an earpiece. Approaching what he could only assume was the receptionist he'd been told about, he stood in front of it and waited patiently until she was done with whatever was holding her attention.

"Mhmm...Yes, that'll be fine, ma'am. Okay, I'll let her know to expect you two weeks from Friday at 9:30. Thank you, and have a good day." The mature woman said, tapping on her earpiece and typing a little more onto her keyboard before she noticed him standing there. "Oh, hello. How can I help you, sir?"

"H-Hello. I have, um, food...For the, um, Miss...Junior VP?" He said, stumbling over himself. He really would have to ask Rhia what her last name was when he saw her.

The receptionist gave him the same quizzical look he'd gotten from the guards before shaking her head slightly and tapping on her keyboard.

"It looks liiike..." She looked around for a moment and raised her hand, pointing down to the left of the office floor, where most of the people were. "Oh, you're in luck. She should be just getting out of a meeting, right over there."

"Great! Thank you!" He thanked her, smiling as he turned and headed off.

He walked down the corridor between cubicles, looking around before reaching a T-section, and stopping to look around. He didn't see her for a moment, until the loud noise of people talking caught his attention and he looked over. A bunch of suited women and futa were coming out of a large corner office, chatting and laughing as they headed off in their own directions. As they scattered though, he finally caught a glimpse of her, and his breath caught in his throat.

She stood in the hallway, glancing over some papers dressed in a white collared shirt with a red tie, a three-button pinstriped vest, and a pair of matching pressed slacks. The outfit barely seemed to contain her brawny body, while simultaneously giving her a polished air of sophistication he'd never have expected from seeing her game avatar or the grungy outfit she'd worn on their date. The only hail back to her game persona being the tribal braids she wore in her black and red hair, which was currently tied back in a ponytail. In short, she was stunning.

He stood there watching her, until she set the files down on a nearby desk and turned back to the office. He came to his senses, and was about to call out and rush over to her, when he saw her eyes go wide, catching him as she turned. If he was expecting a look of surprised happiness at seeing him, the look she gave was anything but. She blushed slightly, yes, and her eyes went wide, but then they began darting around and her expression quickly darkened as she made her way over.

"Gideon!" He started slightly at her hissed whisper as she stalked over to him, her eyes darting all around them and her head on a swivel as she looked this way and that like a sneak-thief. "What are you doing here?"

She sounded upset, almost irritated, as she roughly grabbed him by the arm and half-dragged him down a walkway, stopping only once they were at its far end, and less populated area of the floor.

"I-I'm sorry." He stammered, taken aback by her unexpected aggression at seeing him. "I just...I thought...m-maybe, if you wanted..."

"Spit it out, would you?" She demanded harshly, shocking him again, as her deep purple eyes looked down at him penetratingly.

"I j-just...I brought you some lunch, from m-my restaurant, and I thought you and I c-could-"

"Lunch?" He gaze softened slightly as she looked at the bag clutched in his shaking hands, but she still looked troubled. "Look Gideon, you can't just walk in here. You really should have called me, if somebody sees you-"

"Rhiannon!" As if on cue, a radiantly gorgeous blonde called from down the hallway as she caught sight of them and swiftly began sauntering her way over on a pair of long, sensuous looking legs.

"Brittany!" Rhia exclaimed as her eyes went wide, quickly standing up straight and moving herself between him and the blonde, partially hiding him behind her large frame. "What do you need?"

"Need? Oh, I don't need anything," She said in a haughty tone. "I was just making some copies for my upcoming proposal to the board. How's your pitch coming along? Got everything done? Feeling confidant?" Gideon had never met this person before, but already knew he didn't like them.

Those niggling, needling questions were delivered with a hearty helping of sarcasm and condescension that almost dripped from her ruby red lips. He peeked out from behind Rhia's thick frame to get a look at the stranger.

A little guilty about doing it, he couldn't help but take a moment to appreciate the stranger's beauty, though. Her strawberry blonde hair was done up in a chic bun, not too tight, but just orderly enough to remain elegant, but professional. She wore a silken blouse of snow white, its ruffles and curves doing little to mask the substantial bust that jutted out more than half a foot from her chest, accompanied by a rich, forest green pencil skirt that stopped at her knees. The tight, smooth material showing off the generous curved of her hips and ass.

There was no way this person wasn't a futa, he thought, and almost right on cue he saw the outline of the flaccid beast swinging between her legs, its length and girth nearly making him gasp as he saw the thing pressing up under her skirt as she shifted her standing position. Gods, the thing nearly hung to her knee, and it didn't even look hard yet from the way it sat under the fabric. How did he manage to hide her balls? And...

'How big would it be if it was hard?' He found himself asking, unbidden, as he stared at the menacing length.

Rhia was bigger than him or almost any man really, even being a bit under average for a futanari, but this futa blonde outdid her, and then some.

"Erhm, yeah, I'm sure it'll all be fine." Rhia said as she tried to shimmy over more to fully conceal him, but the action didn't go unnoticed by the intruding co-worker.

"Ohhhh, and who's your friend there?" She smiled down at him and he swore he could almost see the venom dripping from her perfect, white teeth.

He saw Rhia hesitate for a second as she half turned to him, a wild look and flash of panic present in her eyes that he'd never seen. He opened his mouth to speak, to try and take some of the stress of her, but before he could...

"Nobody!" She suddenly blurted out, just as he was about to introduce himself. "He's nobody. Just the, uhh, just the food delivery guy. Yeah, that's all." Her tone became casual and blasé as she waved her hand nonchalantly, dismissing his presence.

He stared up at her dumbly for a long moment as he felt his heart drop suddenly into his stomach.

Oh...Of course.

He-...He'd been so stupid.

Just because Rhia had gone out with him and said she liked him, that...that didn't mean he could just walk into her world of grandeur and beauty like he belonged anywhere near it. Or near her.

Sure, she may be more open minded than others in private, but she still had to work with the other men, women, and futa here. He'd just be sullying her reputation if they saw her gallivanting around with someone like him, or having lunch with her as if he was worthy of her. How would they feel if they knew their Junior VP was slumming it with a little troll like him?

He'd been so selfish yet again, he realized as he internally berated himself for not having thought of it sooner. Tears quickly welled up and began to pique in his eyes as his face flushed hot in shame, and embarrassment for her.

He...he needed to do something to help fix this for her. Before there was a...misunderstanding.

"*Ahem!*" He cleared his throat loudly, interrupting the banter between the two futa, and they both looked down at him in something akin to shock at the disruption. "A-Anyway, here's your lunch ma'am. Th-Thank you for choosing Giorno's. I hope you have a good day." He said as calmly as he could, before pushing the bag he was carrying into Rhia's hands and quickly weaving around her to begin speed walking away to the elevators.

He had to get out of there fast.

He didn't want to cause any more of a scene than he already had, but also...he didn't know how much longer he could keep his cool. He could feel his calm façade cracking with every step he took as he began sniffling, each one creating another fissure in the gossamer thin mask of emotion, and leaking forth more tears and anxieties from deep within his tumultuous core as he made his escape.

"Gid- Uh, h-hey, you!" Rhia tried to move past the blonde futa, but her path was blocked as she stepped in her way and interrupted her. "Brittany, would you mi-"

"By the way," The tall futa rudely talked over her, already having dismissed his brief pitiful presence as one might a fly. "While I have you here I just wanted to ask you about the upcoming quarterly..." Her voice ebbed away as he speed-walked closer to the hustle and bustle of the floor's central area.

He paused as he reached the reception area, chancing a quick last glance behind him as he hurriedly depressed the call button over and over. The blonde was still facing away from him, but Rhia was staring at him from over the blonde's shoulder, an unreadable look on her face, but obviously upset. Suddenly she looked at the Brittany, and he watched as her brow furrowed and her visage became dark and aggressive. He saw her mouth move but was too far away to hear, whatever she'd said though made the blonde visibly flinch as Rhia put a hand on her shoulder and physically moved her out of the way, before making a b-line straight for him, that dark look still on her face.

*DING*

The doors to an elevator opened and a pair of short, pretty looking boys in tight black miniskirts, thigh highs, and skin-tight collared shirts with small sleek looking collars around their necks walked out giggling and whispering to each other. 'Desk boys' by the looks of them, hired to make copies, fetch coffee and spend hours on their hands and knees every day under the desks of the female and futa employees, dutifully relieving their built up 'tension'.

Those were the kind of guys that belonged in a place like this. That belonged with her. Not him.

He almost bowled the pair over as he practically threw himself into the now empty elevator, jamming his fingers into the 'Lobby' and 'close' buttons what felt like a thousand times in a couple short seconds before the doors finally rolled shut. Rhia was almost upon him as they closed, the look on her face now so dichotomous to the one burned into his memory form Sunday morning as he'd left her. His paper-thin mask of composure melted away as he slid his back down the rear wall of the steel box, and a flood of hot tears began their cascade down his cheeks.

How could he have been so stupid?

He hurled his fists at his cap covered head, beating and scolding himself. Of course she wouldn't want him just showing up out of nowhere, she had a reputation as a Junior Vice President to maintain. She was probably expected to have some gorgeous, delicate waif of a male hanging off her arm, maybe even two or three. She's look like a fool if people knew she was slumming it, and they were going out.

Oh Gods...were they even really going out?

They'd hadn't really talked about it since their date a few days ago, despite all the messaging they'd done, but he'd just assumed...

And there it was, the crux of this problem.

Had he really assumed that just because she said she liked him and they'd made love a couple times, that somehow they were suddenly an item? Or that she'd ever wanted to move beyond anything other than sex? Just because she wanted to see him again next weekend didn't mean anything. She probably just wanted to go out and fuck again. He must have embarrassed her so much by coming here like this.

That was why she'd looked so upset. She was ashamed of him.

He suddenly felt sick, the blood draining from his hands and face as the shock of his realization and regret hit him like a truck. He...he needed to leave...to get out of here. Maybe...maybe if Rhia still agreed to see him later, after this massive fuck up, he could get down on his knees and beg her to forgive him? Maybe if he showed he was sorry enough, she'd take pity on him and keep seeing him, for a while at least, until he became too much of a bother and a nuisance and kicked him to the curb all together?

At least...he'd get to be in her presence for a little longer, then.

He'd lived on nothing for most of his adult life, after all. Scraping by with nothing but a mirage of hope that one day he'd be happy, a fantasy which grew further from him with every step he'd taken towards it. The few memories he'd had the luck to make with Rhia...they could nourish him for years to come.

*DING*

He was brought out of his reverie as the elevator signalled its arrival, its display confirming his arrival to the lobby. He quickly got up and adjusted himself, wiping the tears from his face and pulling his hat down low to try and cover his reddened eyes as the doors slid open.

He took a single step forward before he stopped in his tracks as he found a large hulking form blocking his way and panting loudly. There stood Rhiannon, looking dishevelled, red-faced, and dripping sweat as she stood in the doorway, her eyes looking even wilder than before as she glowered down at him.

"R-Rhia!...How..." He gasped and stuttered, utterly shocked to see her. There was no way she could have beat him down here, she would have had to wait for another elevator to arrive and-

His train of thought derailed as he realised she hadn't taken a lift. Somehow... she'd sprinted down 48 stories and BEAT his elevator to the lobby. It was...inhuman...and precisely the sort of thing a barbarian like her would do.

"W-What're yo-wheehh!" He squealed as she grabbed him by the shirt collar and pulled him roughly from the elevator before dragging him over from the bank of elevators to the emergency staircase, he saw a few people, including the security guard he'd talked to earlier, looking on as his heels squeaked and skidded on the polished floor.

The door sounded like it might fly off its hinges as she kicked it in, her shiny leather shoes making a small dent in its solid surface as her pinstriped suit pants strained from the bulge of her muscular thighs. She hadn't even paused as she dragged him into the stairwell, the door bouncing off the wall and slamming back shut, just missing his feet. In one fluid motion she tossed him against the wall, put her hands under his arms and lifted him up to her eye level as if he weighed nothing.

Then, she just stared at him.

Seconds went by, then a minute as she stood there with him, her eyes scanning over his face as her lips pulled back in a tight frown as she continued catching her breath from her downward sprint.

"Why...did you run off like that?" She finally asked, breaking the terrible silence.

"I wanted..." He began. "I didn't...I didn't want to embarrass you anymore..." He snivelled pathetically through a lump in his throat, as tears began welling in his eyes once more.

"Embarrass me? What are you talking about?"

"Look, I-I'm sorry!" He shouted, shutting his eyes tightly as his head hung down. "I didn't know you didn't want me to show up like this! I shouldn't have, I just thought...I missed you...and I wanted to see you, and I thought maybe I could surprise you and we could have some lunch...and talk." His nose stung as new tears sprang into his eyes at the recount of his silly fantasy.

"I thought maybe...you might want to see me, too. I didn't think...I'm sorry, I should have realized this was a stupid idea." His stomach was twisting inside him as he confessed his sin, making him feel nauseous on top of the small knives he felt twisting into his heart.
"I walked in here like an idiot and embarrassed you in front of your workers, and then that other lady came up, and you looked upset and I realized what I'd done, and...I just wanted to get out and not cause you any more trouble, Rhia. I'm...I'm so sorry, please don't hate me! I-I'll do anything!...Just please...say you don't hate me!" He wept as he finally finished, his head fully slumped forward and his watery eyes cast dripped their hot, salty tears to the concrete floor of the stairwell.

He watched his they hit on the cold, grey floor below his dangling feet, wishing it was him that was splattering to pieces.

'Maybe I should have just gone up in the elevator, instead of down?' The cold, eerily calm thought whispered from the darkest shadows of his mind, chilling him.

It would probably just have been better to end everything right then and th-

"You are an idiot..." She interrupted his morose thoughts as her deep voice suddenly cut through the silence of the hollow concrete shaft.

He felt the knives in his heart twist a little more as his back slid down along the wall as she slowly lowered him. Her hands began shaking as she gripped him, making him even more worried that she was even angrier than he'd first thought. His worries, though, were abruptly dashed as she delicately took his chin between her thumb and forefinger and lifted his tear streaked face up to meet hers.

The look on her face wasn't angry or livid though, if anything she looked distraught and ashamed. She looked down at him with her enchanting, purple eyes as she scanned his face, before pulling him into her and hugging him tightly against her large, firm body, squishing his head into her chest so hard he had trouble breathing.

"You dummy!" Her voice broke as she spoke, overwhelming emotion pervading her words. "Why would I hate you for that? I loved that you surprised me with lunch, and wanted to see me before the weekend. And bringing it all the way here in a cute little container, it's just so...you..." She chuckled into the top of his head, pressing her lips to him, as she rocked him in her embrace.

"Then," He twisted his head, extricating his face from her vest covered bust. "Why...did you look so angry before?"

"Oh gosh, no! I'm sorry Giddy. I wasn't-...I'm not angry at you. I was worried about you. This place and the people who work here, are unscrupulous and the competition is ruthlessly fierce. A futa like Brittany? She'd corner you, pin you down and ravish you without a second thought if she thought it would fuck with me, just to give themselves an edge at the next presentation to the board. When I saw you, I was terrified that something could happen to you."

"I didn't...I didn't know that...I didn't even think anyone would even take a second look at me..."

"What? Why no-...Oh no, oh Giddy!" She pulled him back into her roughly, caressing the back of his head. "I don't know what I'm going to have to do to break you out of this delusion of yours, sweetheart. You really don't notice how people look at you, do you?"

"Hhmmhdhhh!" He mumbled into her chest before craning his head back to free his mouth. "I do." He repeated, intelligibly this time. "But, I mean...they're not looking at me like that. They're laughing at me."

"You really are clueless." She shook her head as a small, sad smirk curled the corners of her mouth. "When I came out of my office and you were standing in the walkway, I must have seen at least 4 futa around the office eyeing you up, and trust me, none of them looked even a little displeased to see you. If anything, it looked like a couple of them wanted you on your knees right then and there."

His face burned for a different reason now, as his tears began drying on his cheeks from the heat.

"I'm sorry if I seemed upset when I came over to you, but it was because I was afraid someone was going to snatch you up right from under my nose." He felt his cap being lifted from his head and heard it drop softly to the floor, before her fingers wove their way through his dark, fine hair, petting him tenderly.

"Do you want to know what that blonde bitch said to me after you ran off?" She whispered down to him. "She asked me for the number of the restaurant. Said she might make an order herself and have you sent over so she could give you her nice big tip. She said she might need to take an extra-long lunch to make sure the both of you got your fill."

"W-Wha-..." He gulped, shocked that anyone besides Rhia would ever think of him like that. "What did you say to her?" He whispered back, eyes closed as he pressed the side of his head into her chest to hear her heartbeat.

So steady, so strong despite racing down half the building to cut him off.

"I told her if she laid a finger on you I'd break her entire fucking hand." She growled down softly at him. He didn't doubt she could, or would.

"I hope you don't get in trouble for saying something like that."

"Heh, don't worry, I'm the boss up there, and besides for a futanari that's nothing. It's more just like a strong warning." He felt her fingers sensuously snake through his hair to the back of his head before taking it in a large handful and slowly drawing his head back to look up at her. "But I'll do whatever I have to, to keep you safe. I found you, Giddy. You're mine, don't ever forget that. You gave yourself to me that night, you belong to me." Her deep, growling voice made him swoon, his knees going weak and his little heart racing as his body subconsciously acquiesced to her domineering will.

In a flash, her mouth had pounced onto his as her other arm wrapped around his back even tighter, locking him in place as her tongue gently wrestled his into submission and ravished his oral cavity. He practically melted in her amorous embrace, just as he had the night of their first date. He couldn't help himself though, he was just so happy and safe in her arms, and he thought his heart might burst from his chest with how full of love it felt.

There was only one catch though that prevented him from completely losing himself in the moment. That same hesitance he'd felt the night of their meet up, like she was holding back, holding him like he was some fragile little bird that she might too easily crush in her powerful hands. He wasn't complaining about that first night or the morning after, by any means, but he couldn't bear the thought of her not feeling like she couldn't be true to herself and her desires when she was with him.

As difficult as it was to tear his lips from hers, both physically and emotionally, he somehow found the strength to, looking up at her as he panted, and avoiding her mouth as she swooped in for the kill again. He watched her face grow confused as he dodged, her brow furrowing in confusion as she looked down at him.

"I'm not...I'm not a piece of glass." He mumbled breathlessly up at her.

"Wha-...What...?" She asked, still clearly at a loss.

"You don't need to treat me like you're afraid of breaking me all the time, Rhia." He tried to explain as he stared into those breathtaking eyes of hers. "If you want to be with me, then be with me. Show me how you much you want me. Let me see how much I mean to you. Don't hold back, and ma-...make me yours." He looked up imploringly at her, begging her to show him the truth of her convictions through the force of her passion.

Rhiannon swallowed as a flush crept up her cheeks and her chest began to rise and fall with increasingly ragged breaths. It reminded him of her apartment, when she'd had him pinned down on her bed. He'd seen then, the same wild energy in her eyes that he saw now, but this time instead of holding it back, she went with it. A low growl rumbled from her throat as she pulled his satchel over his shoulders and dropped it to the ground before picking him up again and bundling him into the wall like she'd done when they'd first entered the stairwell.

Her mouth immediately attacked his as she kept him pinned against the concrete with nothing but the brute force of her brawny body pressing against his as he wrapped his legs around her waist. Gone was the gentleness, gone were the chaste kisses and nuzzles into his neck. He'd given her permission to let loose, and she was taking him up on it spades.

Strong vice-like hands clamped down onto his ass and chest, kneading and pawing at him before they began wandering aggressively. Her hands travelled over his limbs and body as she had her way with his mouth, leaving no peak or valley untouched. After only a minute of desperately groping him though, the thin layers of cloth separating them appeared to be too much of a hindrance to her, and in a quick flurry she grabbed the sides of his button up shirt. Buttons flew and bounced as she tore it open, bounding off each of them and clattering to the floor as she laid hands on his bare torso.

Gideon could only moan into her mouth as she fondled his chest and tummy with one hand, while the other reached around to his back and stroked up and down along his spine, sending brain numbing shivers through him. Eventually though, even that wasn't enough for her. The hand on his back slid down to his ass, squeezing him hard enough he squeaked from the force of it crushing one of his cheeks, before pushing him up until his naked chest was level with her face.

The hand under his rear supported him, then, his legs wrapping around her as best they could as his crotch pushed up into the underside of her bust as she resumed her attack. Her mouth wasted no time, clamping down onto one of his boy-tits and nibbling his nipple, as her tongue flicked the hard little nub with abandon.

"Gahhhh!" A cry erupted from his throat at the intense suction and biting sensations on the sensitive tissue. "Rh- Ahhhn! Rhia! You're a-AAAhh! That's- Uhggg! S-So...g-good!" He felt her redouble her efforts at his pleasured cry, switching to his other breast as she left a trail of love bites and sloppy kisses between them.

Gods, he could barely speak and all she was doing was chewing on his nips!

But it was more than that, he realized as his head spun. His world wasn't just being rocked by her mouth, although it certainly was amazing. It was the feeling of this person, so stunning and extraordinary, wanting him in such an animalistic fashion that made his head and heart soar, drifting like a feather on cloud 9.

There was a lot to be said for romance, to be sure, and with what little familiarity he'd gained from their first time together a few days ago he already knew it was a wondrous and beautiful experience. The feeling of being taken, however, of being manhandled and devoured, was something else entirely. Not better or worse than the gentle exchange of love they'd shared before, but definitely its own...unique experience, ripe with its distinctive set of heady emotion and breathtaking sensations.

His hands ran over and around her head, pulling her mouth onto him harder as he relished her oral ravaging, his fingers digging into her sweaty pulled-back hair and massaging her skull with his weak little digits. A wet patch was already forming in his pants as his hard little dick pressed and ground into the firm protrusion of her breasts, and he could already feel his sack tingling with pleasure as the feeling of dry humping her breasts through their clothes was quickly carrying him to orgasm.

"Hahhh! Rahhh...Rhia! I'm gonna- Haaahhh!- I'm gonna c-cum!" He panted out into the hollow concrete shaft, his little voice echoing slightly as it reverberated upwards along his breathless moans and groans of pleasure.

It wasn't to be, though.

As soon as the words left his lips he felt her pull back as she lowered him to the ground. He was desperate and confused for a moment, the frantic urge to shoot his load screaming silently in his mind and sex, with how close he was to climax, but the befuddled feelings were quickly replaced by understanding as he watched the large futa drop to her knees and reach for his pants. Her large hands fumbled with his belt, button, and zipper, practically ripping them off as she'd done with his shirt before they finally came free and crumpled around his ankles, quickly joined by his precum stained underwear.

She was equally as voracious with his pecker as she'd been with his guy-boobs, latching her mouth around him and immediately sucking him down to the base. He wasn't surprised that she could take his 4 inches easily, he was on the average size for a male and she'd said she'd been with quite a few people before him, so he basically expected as much. But even going so far as to suck his balls into her mouth as she deep-throated him, and somehow doing it without even gagging or coughing once?

"Glurk! Glack! Blreehh! Gluhh! Guuurkk...!" Obscene sounds filled the chamber as he heard and felt her throat spasm and seize around him as she ferociously fucked him with her mouth.

"Uaahh! Gaaahh! Ahhh...!" His high pitched moans rose in harmony with the wet, sucking sounds filling the shaft as her long tongue swirled around his sex like one of those tentacles he'd seen on Empire Gladiators.

Similarly to those primal animalistic creatures that bred their victims into orgasmicly stupored seed beds on pure instinct, Rhiannon only seemed to have one goal as she mercilessly slurped at him: to suck him dry. He felt a hand grab his ass and pull him harder into her mouth as another grabbed him around his throat and squeezed, cutting off his airway. Any momentary sense of panic he felt almost immediately dissipated as the combined feelings of her mouth and hands on him quickly drew him back to the crest of his climax.

He tried to cry out as the blissful pangs of his approaching climax rippled through him, but her grip around his neck blocked anything but a series of small, strangled squeaks as he came hard into her irresistible maw. His knees gave out as he shot squirt after watery squirt into her desperately suckling orifice, but her grips on his ass and throat kept him upright. It felt like she was sucking his soul through his cock as she milked him, gathering every drop before his orgasm finally subsided and she drew her head back to the tip of his dick, her cheeks hollowing from the strength of her suction.

With a last swirl of her slimy tongue around his head, she pulled her mouth off him with a wet POP. She looked up at him through half lidded eyes and opened her lips, showing off the load she'd drained from his balls and running her tongue through the watery nut, before languidly closing her mouth and tilting her head back. He watched her throat as it undulated under her skin as she swallowed before opening back up and showing him her empty cavity.

He panted as she looked at her, eager for what he expected to come next. His mouth was already watering at the thought of the meaty cock between her legs stretching out his throat and asshole, but his expectations were summarily jarred as her hand quickly slid around from his ass to his slimy spit covered shaft and started pumping it furiously.

"GAAHHHH!...Haaaah! Rhiaaa I'm-I'm! I just-!...Oh Go-AAHHH!" His screams echoed through the stairwell as she beat his hyper sensitive dick like it was a kobold that owed her money.

The hand around his throat eased off, releasing it as it began snaking down his chest. Her nails raked across his body leaving thick lines in their wake, his pale skin going from white to ruddy pink as it inflamed. Her hand stopped in the middle of his chest, pushing him back up against the wall as she jerked him off, and keeping him upright as his legs trembled like they were made of wet noodles.

He felt an electrifying mixture of pain and pleasure at her forceful masturbation, his dick leaking even more precum as his prostate was sent into overdrive from overstimulation. Every so often she would ease the pressure off his chest, taking the opportunity to pinch his nipples and slap his chest, before pushing back to brace him on the wall. He felt...he felt something coming. A build-up he could only liken to the night she'd made love to him for the first time, only this time centred on his dick rather than his ass.

At the feeling of him tensing up, the hand on his chest suddenly shot down to the tip of his dick and began rubbing the puffed flesh in small fast circles with her palm. Without her steadying hand to hold him up, he slid down the wall until he was on his ass, his legs splayed open and his dick pointing straight up.

"Let it out for me, baby!" She hissed at him as her wild eyes locked onto his. "Let all your dirty cock juice out for me, Giddy! Be my slutty bitch elf!" Her rubbing became even faster as his second climax rocketed from his sex up through his spine and exploded through his brain as she lifted off her hand.

He didn't just cum, he squirted. Jet after jet of clear watery boycum flew into the air above them before raining back down and soaking them both. His cry stuck in his throat as it his whole body tensed, before collapsing forward onto her.

"That's my Giddy..." She purred as he began coming down from his second orgasm in less than a minute, stroking the side of his face lovingly. "That's my good little elf..."

Blissful tears ran from the corner of his eyes as he caught his breath. His world was spinning, but unfortunately it didn't look like he was going to get a chance to gather himself. Rhia got up from her knees and grabbed his legs, dragging his bare ass along the cold, smooth surface of the polished concrete floor until he was laid out on his back looking up at her.

"Nyahhh...Rehhh...Haahh..." He could only mumble incoherently as he saw the hard girth of her cock straining against the pinstriped fabric of her suit pants, a dark stain glowing at its end as her precum drenched the cloth.

"This is how I'm going to treat you every day from now on, Giddy. No more holding back, like you wanted." She said from on high as she began undoing her belt and pants. "I'll make you feel so good, you'll lose your fucking mind." The buckle and clasps undone, she yanked her trousers down to her knees.

Her long slab of femcock swung up and splattered a hot rope of pre across his trembling body as her cum laden balls swung freely as they came free of her underwear. Ropes of sticky grool clung to the sodden fabric and ran down her thighs, as if her steely rod wasn't proof enough of her excitement. She gave her massive tool a few cursory strokes before she knelt back down between his legs.

"And when you're nothing but a fuck addled mess like this," She continued as she hooked her arms under his knees and hiked his legs up, leaning forward until his knees were pressing against his shoulders as she lined the tip of her leaking bell end with his winking little pucker, pressing firmly against it. "I'll breed you like the elf whore you are, until you can't survive a single fucking day without my cock filling your greedy little boi-pussy."

"Rheahh...ahhh...ah luhhvv yuuhh..." He barely managed to get out as he looked adoringly up at her radiant face, unsure if she would even be able to understand his confession. But he had to try and let her know the feeling he'd been keeping secret for the past few years.

"Shhh...I know, my slutty boy." She bent low and kissed his lips tenderly before shifting her full weight onto him and snaking her hands up to squeeze his throat again and cover his mouth, violence in her eyes. "Now shut the fuck up while I destroy this beautiful ass."

Her hips slammed down on his upturned rear as she finished, driving the full length of her boy-breaker into his throbbing hole until her heavy balls slapped hard against his cheeks.

"NNNGGGRRRHHHHH!!" His muffled scream vibrated her hand as he felt her finally fill him, the breath driven from his lungs by his cry and the force of her cock impaling him.
She immediately withdrew herself and slammed back in, out and in, out and in, over and over, faster and faster until she was jackhammering into his ass-cunt like a futa possessed. Here she was, Rhiannon the barbarian, breeding him as he moaned and squealed like a 5-copper tavern whore. She conquered him in an instant, her thick, vein riddled girth stretching his ring as it crushed his bitch-button and sent bolts of ecstasy through his limp little body.

"Take my cock, little elf! You're nothing but a greedy little cocksleeve, aren't you? Nothing but a sissy little elf-bitch for my barbarian monster cock, isn't that right?!" She growled down at him like a primal beast as she railed him, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as she fucked the sanity from him.

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The heavy slaps of flesh on flesh filled the stairwell, spiced with their shared grunts and groans as she utterly demolished him. Her hips were practically a blur in the dim light, such was the ferocity of her mating press. He couldn't breathe, he could barely even think, as his world shrank in her violent embrace. There was only his hole and her cock.

The bolts of sexual energy being brutally forced from his prostate quickly began to build up, coalescing until they reached their breaking point and he came from his ass, but his shivers and spasms were barely registered as her unrelenting assault continued. This wasn't about him anymore, this was about her and her instinctive need to fuck. What remained of his consciousness was rocked as a never ending parade of major and minor analgasms wracked him, his soft little dick oozing a continuous stream of watery pre and jizz as he was squeezed dry by her unrelenting thrusts.

She might have fucked him for minutes or hours, he wasn't conscious enough to tell anymore. Gideon wasn't there anymore, a mind flayer had sucked up his brain and turned him into a living fuckdoll, whose only purpose was to accept his owner's dicking and take her load like a good cum-tank.

At some point she'd removed her hand from his mouth, but no more cries or groans issued from it. The only sounds coming now were shallow, wheezing breaths as she bred him as his tongue lolled limply over his lips like the mind broken whore he was. He thought he felt her spit into his mouth and all over his face, smearing the mix of her spit and his drool over him with one of her large hands, before she grabbed a handful of his hair and craned his head back. He distantly felt her mouth on his neck and shoulder, sucking and biting him hard as she marked him as her personal property.

And then he felt it. Her cock swelling, her balls tightening up as they slapped against his stinging assmeat. Two or three more ragged, violent thrusts, and she hilted herself one last time and began unloading her boiling hot baby batter deep into his guts.

"HHHRGGGGG!" Her grunt issued from her gritted teeth as rope after creamy rope painted his insides, filling him. "Take it, Giddy! Be a good elf, and take your Master's cum!"

His hole tensed around the root of her shaft, his body instinctively trying to milk every last drop of precious seed from her balls. It took over a minute for her dick to finally stop twitching and her body to relax. She sank onto him, sated for the time being, as she huddled him into her arms and the both of them panted like dogs. Her arms unwound from his legs, allowing the limp limbs to fall either side of her, as she brought her hands back to his face. She held him, caressing his soft, stubbly cheeks with her thumbs as she planted her mouth on his again, mashing their lips together as her tongue dreamily danced around his slackened muscle.

"Gideon..." She said breathlessly as she pulled back and looked down upon him, a single string of their mixed saliva connecting their mouths. "...I...I love you, too."

If he'd been in anything akin to a normal state of mind he might have leapt for joy at hearing those words issue from her. As he was, though, all he could do was roll his eyes towards her and show her a dopey, open mouthed smile.

They lay there for a few minutes more as she caught her breath and he began pulling the pieces of his mind back into something resembling functional thought. Sitting up on her elbows she tapped her watch.

"Oh my, looks like my lunch time is just about up, sweetheart." She flashed her watch to him showing the time. They'd been in here for nearly 45 minutes!

"B-...Bahhh..." He mumbled.

"What's that, darling?" She asked, looking quizzically at him.

"Baggh..." He repeated, putting all his control towards enunciating for her.

She seemed to understand, and reached out, nabbing the shoulder strap of his satchel and bringing in over for him. With all the grace of a newborn, he flopped an arm over and opened it, rummaging around inside until he found what the sought, and pulled out a large bulbed, purple butt plug.

"Ah! Why you naughty boy, were you hoping our lunch date would turn into something more? Well, can't say it's a bad idea after last weekend." She approved upon seeing it. "Can't have my cum-dump leaking everywhere and making a mess, can I?"

She took the plug from his weak little hand and began withdrawing herself. Just as she popped out and her cum began leaking from his gape, she swiftly pressed the thick plug against the hole and popped it inside with a sordidly wet *squish*.

"I'll let you off this time, precious," Rolling herself off of him she began redressing herself, pulling up her underwear and pants and stuffing her monster schlong back in and tucking it up to her right leg, before zipping herself up. "But in future I'll expect you to clean me up after I've had my way with you, like a proper bottom-bitch elf boy." She smirked and stuck her tongue through her teeth as she bent down and helped to pick him up.

Internally, Rhiannon hoped her change in decorum with him didn't shock him or put him out. He'd asked her to be more open, after all, and she was definitely going to be taking him up on that. She just hoped he was ready for what would be coming, though. She'd been holding back from pushing him down and dominating his mouth and ass during almost every second of their first date, but with his invitation, she was going to be letting her true feelings loose from now on. He was sexy little boy-slut now, and she was going to make damn sure he knew it.

Gideon was more than a little unsteady at first as he slowly stood up and came to his feet, the return of the Haze doing him in almost as much as the physical aftermath from being so thoroughly fucked. However, after a couple minutes of her helping him get his clothes back on he was at least able to carry his own weight, albeit a little unsteadily. They came upon a problem, however, as she tugged his shirt back on to cover his chest, or tried to at least.

"Ah...yes...right..." She said as they both looked down to see the buttons that had previously kept his shirt closed, now littering the concrete floor.

After a couple failed attempts to somehow attach the two sides, she stopped for a moment before unbuttoning her vest. She pulled the pinstriped vestment off her broad shoulders and swooped it over his, pulling his arms through and buttoning it up on him, before placing the satchel back on him. Besides being comically oversized for someone of his stature, it at least hid some of his skin as it's hem dipped nearly to his mid-thigh.

"Ah," He piped up as his mind fought to turn back on against the Haze. "What...ah, what happened to your lunch?" He clumsily asked, desperately hoping it hadn't spilled out as she'd raced down the stairwell.

"I left it on the receptionist's desk when I ran down to catch you." She explained as she smoothed the vest around his shoulders. "After you let the elevator doors close on me, that is. I hope you realise you're going to pay for that." She added with a cool tone, and he cringed a little, only mostly sure she was joking.

"How did you, uhm, m-manage to get down here so fast?" He asked, still fighting for every word, as she clucked her tongue in response before chuckling and answering.

"Come now, Giddy, you should know that." He looked dumbly at her for a moment before she added with a grin. "Athletics is one of my proficiencies."

"...Pppffffff!" Air hissed from between his lips as he laughed and wheezed like it was the funniest thing in the world. What a wonderful nerd he'd fallen in love with.

She swiped his cap up from the corner where she'd flung it as they both laughed, sharing the levity of her joke, and popped it on his head before tilting his face up one more time and planting a deep kiss on his lips. Then, taking one more second to smooth herself out and readjust her tie and hair, she took his hand in hers and led him back out of the stairwell and into the lobby.

People hustled and bustled by, paying the two of them little more than a glance as they passed. She led him out past the security desk where a couple of the guards quickly looked up and smiled conspiratorially at them both, the one who'd let him up adjusting her crotch as she stood and giving him a wink that was anything but subtle. His eyes lingered on the bulge in her pants, mouth beginning to water at the sight, before quickly tearing them away.

'It's just the Haze' He told himself, still ashamed at even having thought about another futa, even if he was a little cum-drunk at the moment.

Looking away from her crotch he saw the other side of the desk and the line of monitors, each showing numerous camera feeds, several of which were in the stairwell they'd just come from. He must have turned beet red as he realised they'd likely seen the entire exchange between Rhia and himself.

It didn't go unnoticed by Rhia, either, who blushed slightly and coughed.

"I, ummm *cough* I hope we can keep this between us, ladies." She asked as professionally as possible, given the context.

"Never you worry, Ma'am. Security's our job." The chief guard said. "We even made sure no one bothered you and your little friend before you were done." She added, before grinning and shooting another wink his way.

"Well, I appreciate that. Many thanks." Rhia thanked her, bowing her head slightly in appreciation. "Come along now, Giddy." She tugged him along through the security gates and out to the front doors where she waved to the door-boy, the same pretty guy that had greeted him from before.

"Please hail a taxi for my boyfriend." She said nonchalantly.

His heart skipped a beat as he heard her, and looked up sharply to her, a goofy grin coming to his face as he heated up even more.

"B-...Boyfriend?" He asked, his voice little more than a whisper as he began to tremble.

"What?" She said looking down at him affectionately. "You didn't seem to have a problem with the other names I called you, but 'boyfriend' flusters you?" She asked in amusement as an autotaxi pulled up and the passenger door opened for him. "Now go to your apartment and pack a bag or two, then make your way home. I'll tell security to expect you and let you up into our place."

He looked to her again, shocked. It was just one thing after another! His poor soul couldn't take it!

"I meant what I said, Giddy. All of it. I love you, and you're mine now. No more holding back, right?" She said in total seriousness as she bundled him into the back seat. "We'll see about the rest of your things and terminating your old lease this weekend. That is, unless you'd rather we not move in together, or would prefer to still keep your own place?"

"N-No! Yes! Of course I- I mean I'd love to! That...that would be lovely."

"I'm glad...and relieved, actually."

"Why's that?"

"Mmmmm...Well, let's just say..." She leaned in close, parking her lips next to his ear. Her hot breath sending shivers through him before she whispered. "I'm looking forward feeding you your breakfast and dinner every single day from now on."

He blinked dumbly at her for a few seconds before their significance dawned on him, his eyes going wide as he looked up at her, and his prick and asshole twitching at the thought of her turning him out every day going forward. Tears welled up in his eyes again as he nodded his head, so unbelievably happy that she wanted to be with him. That she saw him as desirable and worthy of her.

She flashed him one more dazzling smile before planting a last kiss on him and closing the door gently. The auto-car began driving away as he gave it his address, or rather his old address, and he turned around, watching his love grow smaller out the rear window as she waved to him, before it turned a corner and she disappeared behind another building.

He couldn't believe it. He'd waited for this moment nearly his entire adult life, and now it was finally going to come true. Words couldn't describe his happiness in that moment. All the heartbreak, the shame and humiliation and fear he'd faced up until now, melted away. For the first time in a long time he was looking forward, and there on his mind's horizon was his beautiful warrior goddess, her hand extended and beckoning her little elf towards the light.

-

Gideon watched the sun dipping down below the horizon as he sat on one of the plush living room couches of Rhia's apartment. Or was it...their apartment, now? He shook his head. It was going to take a while to get used to thinking of this place as his, too. He'd literally only moved in a few short hours ago, if he could even call it that at this point, looking to the backpack and two old duffle bags that were sitting beside the couch. Rhia had said this was 'their' home now, but he wasn't even sure what to do with his things! He breathed deeply as he looked back out the massive, seamless window, marvelling at the sight.

He wasn't sure he'd ever get used to it. The last few hours had felt surreal, like suddenly being told you were going to be living in a castle, and he'd literally had to pinch himself a few times to make sure he wasn't dreaming this all up.

He suddenly looked away as he heard the front door unlock, quickly jumping to his feet and racing over from the living room just in time to see it close behind Rhia. He skidded to a stop as his socks slid on the polished floor, practically vibrating with excitement before her as she stopped in the middle of leaning down to take off a shoe. Her look of surprise at his stupendous energy melted into a lovely smile as she stood back up and opened her arms for him, inviting him to bound forward and throw himself into her embrace as she held him up with one arm. With the other, she cupped the side of his face and enveloped his mouth in a kiss.

She held him for a good few minutes, leisurely making out with him, before easing off and letting him slide down her body and looking him over.

"Got changed I see." She said as she bent down to resume taking her shoes off, but was stopped again as he threw himself down and began unlacing them for her. "Oh, you don't have to-"

"I know." He said quickly, fingers already mostly thought he first knot. "I want to. I don't know, I just...I want to make you feel as special as you make me feel...Is that stupid?" He'd paused as he'd asked the question, his face turning up to her, looking worried that he was already overstepping some kind of unseen boundary.

Those warm eyes of his, they melted Rhiannon's heart so easily, it didn't seem fair. With a reassuring smile she stood back up to full height and let him resume his work, mentally revelling at the thought of him waited for her like this to come home every day.

"Careful, Giddy," She purred as she watched him untying the second shoe. "I could get used to this quite easily." She cautioned him playfully.

"I'd be happy if you'd let me to do this for you on the days I'm not working."

Oh dear. She'd practically forgotten that he even had a job. Not only that, as a cook some of his shifts could span 10 or even 12 hours, going from lunch all the way through dinner.

"You know," she offered, lifting her leg as he pulled the first polished leather shoe from her. "You don't have to anymore. Work, I mean. You could just stay here, I can pay for everything we'll need, and that way we'll get to wake up together, and have breakfast together, and you can be here to greet me when I come home..."

"Oh wow, uhm, I mean," He stammered, trying to gather his thoughts as he was reeling from her invitation for him to become a house-male. "It's not that I'm not interested, it's just...this is all happening so fast...Don't get me wrong I love it and it's great and you're great!!" He blurted out as he looked up, worried she'd misunderstand him. "But, I guess for right now, I'd like to have a bit of, you now...normality in my life. Is that okay?"

Damn those puppy dog eyes of his! How could she resist the spell the cast on her? There was no save from them.

She understood his dilemma anyway. Being asked to move in with her was fast, but didn't offer too much in the way of significant life change beyond waking up in a new place. Asking his to quit working and be her house-boy, though, that was too much too fast. As much as she lamented the idea of not having him there to greet him every day when she came home, she would let him have his independence...for now. She was patient, not a saint.

After he'd finished removing both shoes, they'd headed for the bedroom, grabbing his bags on the way, as she gave him a more thorough tour of the sprawling 2-level apartment. From the library and study, to the home theatre, past 2 half bathrooms, to the formal dining room, to the kitchen. He'd been especially interested in that, admiring the sleek 6-burner gas stove, marble topped island, walk-in pantry, deep double sinks, the shiny high end appliances on the counters and shelves, and large double-door refrigerator/freezer. The hardware was in almost perfect condition she explained, seeing as she barely knew how to cook and mostly ordered out. His eyes had taken on a determined look as she'd said it, huffing adorably as he promised to remedy that.

"We'll need to go shopping though," He said as he peeked into the fridge, finding nothing but some old bread, condiments and bottles of protein shakes.

Rhia glanced at the pantry, knowing it wasn't much better. If not for the cleaners who came in every other day, she was certain it would have been filled with cobwebs.

"We can order some right now, here," She said as she opened her grocery app and handed him her phone. "Order whatever you want and have it delivered by drone. But first, the rest of the tour." She added as she led him out and up the stairs in the living room.

She showed pointed out her home gym, a sunroom, 2 guest rooms and another large bathroom, and on the way to her master bedroom, her gaming room.

"Well that I have to see!" He'd insisted as she pointed it out again.

Smiling at his enthusiasm for games, something they shared in spades, she opened the door and waved on the light. Looking around he immediately noticed the room was at odds with the rest of the finely decorated apartment, filled with shelves of games and collectible pieces and the walls covered in fantasy themed artworks. Two desks sat at either side of the room on opposite walls, each with their own matching hardware setups.

"Why do you have two desks?" He asked as his eyes roamed around, trying to take everything in.

"Ahh, sometimes when my sister visits, we...play together." She mumbled, looking a bit askance.

"Really?" He squeed, looking at her excitedly. "That's so awesome!"

Growing up as an only child, and then the isolation he'd felt in school, he'd always wished he could have had a sibling to spend time with. They would have made his days a lot less lonely, as his parents had been consumed by work, and then split up after his father had been taken by a futa co-worker.
"It's so cool that you and your sister play games together! Do you play D&D? Have I met her?" His eyes looked to pure and earnest as he beamed up at her in anticipation.

She couldn't help but smile, despite the pang of anxiety she felt at the thought of her sister. It wasn't that she didn't love her, of course, it was just that...Delphi had always been the golden child. And although she didn't think there was any ill intent, her sister had always seemed to be there to one-up Rhia, even in things she didn't appear to care about.

"No, you've never met her. We don't play D&D when she's here." A conscious choice on her part, and she was determined to keep at least that precious part of her life just for her. "But if you want, after we shower and have dinner, we could log on and play together for a bit? The up and down here is insanely high. And like, 1 ping. The game runs like butter."

She watched as he practically buzzed with excitement, before herding him out to the hallway and shutting off the light. Once in the bedroom, she cleared out a few drawers in the dresser and offered them to him.

"We'll organise more thoroughly later, but a few drawers should be okay until the weekend, right?"

"It'll be more than enough!" He smiled appreciatively as he set the bags down by the side of the dresser. "This is pretty much all I have clothes wise anyway, so you don't have to worry!" He added, as he began ordering groceries on her phone.

He was so patient and positive around other people, so used to having nothing and just scraping by on the bare minimum.

'Well, not for long.' She thought to herself.

Being married to your job, having no life social life, and no extra expenses had its perks. She had a lot of disposable income that was building up and just waiting to be spent, and she couldn't think of anyone else she'd rather spend it on than Gideon. She couldn't wait to dote on him. By the time she was done, he'd need a truck to carry all the clothes and accessories she was going to buy for him.

It only took him a few minutes to finish his order before hitting 'buy' and closing the app, giving her just enough time to strip out of her musty work clothes. She was buck naked by the time he turned to hand her phone back to her. She adored the look on his face as he stared her, his eyes roving over her body, savouring the sight of her like he was dying of thirst and she was a tall drink of water. Especially when his eyes fell to her cock. It was funny, the thing that given her such body and self-esteem issues growing up, made his eyes light up like a kid on the morning of the Day of the Goddess opening a present and finding exactly what he wanted.

"How about a quick shower before the groceries arrive?" She offered, leaning against one of the doors that led thought he closet to the bathroom.

"Mmmm, do we have time?" He asked, remembering how long their last shower had taken. "The groceries are gonna arrive in like, 20 minutes."

"No funny business this time, I swear." White teeth flashed as she smirked. "Funny business will come later."

He blushed, but stood up and started undressing, aware of her eyes on him as he disrobed. He was still self-conscious about his body, and it would probably be a while before he felt totally comfortable getting naked around her, but she had no reason to lie now. The way her eyes probed every inch of him, how she licked her lips, how her cock twitched at seeing more of his bare skin exposed.

She actually liked him. He couldn't help but feel a small swell of vain pride at the thought, but...it was nice to be desired.

Their shower proceeded without incident, although they did take a little extra time soaping each other up, paying particular attention to the others' nethers, after which they dried, dressed, and headed downstairs. Rhia went to the sunroom to pick up the groceries from the drone drop-off while he stayed in the kitchen and prepared what he could. The provisions arrived right on time, and within 15 minutes he'd managed to whip up a simple, but tasty, chicken carbonara and light garden salad as she packed away the remainder into the fridge and pantry.

He still thought it a sin that all this hardware had gone to waste for so long, and was determined that that was going to change. She deserved the best, and he wanted to make sure she could at least eat like the queen she was to him. Rhia, for her part, nearly swooned when she took the first bite of the meal she'd prepared. Besides the lunch he'd made for her that day, she hadn't had a home cooked meal in...she didn't even remember how long. And just like in her office when she'd taken the first bite from the lunch set, her eyes misted at the thought and care that had gone into it.

She looked at him, his face resting in his hands as he gazed at her from across the kitchen island, eager and anxious to see her reaction.

"Fuck..." She simply said as she swallowed the first bite. "This is so fucking good, Giddy." Not very eloquent, but she didn't care as she immediately tucked in to the scrumptious meal before her.

He didn't seem to mind the coarse review, though, instead just beaming and idly picking at his plate as he watched her scarf her own large portion down, swiftly followed by the salad.

"Are, umm, are you going to eat that?" She asked inquiringly when she'd finished practically licking her plate clean, now eyeing his barely eaten portion.

He just pushed it towards her and watched in glee as she made short work of it, too. He was a little hungry, sure, but he didn't want to fill up to soon. He was saving himself for...dessert.

After cleaning up the kitchen, they headed back upstairs, both of them eager to get into the game room for their first chance to play together. It was an odd feeling, he thought, as they booted up the computers on each desk. They'd spent so much time together in-game, he would have thought that he wouldn't be as excited as he'd found himself. But there was something indefinably fresh about not just playing with her, but being with her while they did, that made the whole experience somehow more intimate and special.

Rhia hadn't been kidding when she'd said the connection here was intense. Not just that, but the top-of-the-line hardware setup she had made it run smoother than he'd ever experienced before, and it took him a little while before he got a handle on how it played with the smooth connection and interface, after he'd logged into his account. Once he'd gotten his bearings, though, they got stuck into things.

Not wanting to play for too long, both of them already pretty eager to 'play' in bed, they took a simple low level quest to clear out a goblin encampment. Normally at their level it would have already been an easy win anyway, but with both of them there together, headphones half-off to talk, and with the equipment they had, it was a slaughter. He'd set the guards asleep and taken them out with some well-cast spells, after which Rhia had stormed into the middle of the encampment with a thundering bellow and gotten to work hacking and slashing at the rest of the little monsters.

It was exhilarating to hear the duality of the Rhia in real life mixed with that of her game avatar. He half wore his headphones, so he could they could talk out of game a bit, but was floored by just how much she got into the game when she played. They were both part of an RP guild, sure, but she really wasn't holding back, fully the incarnation of Rhiannon the Bloody.

"Whew!" He said once the broken body of the Goblin Chief slid off the bloodied crescent of her battle-axe, joining the other butchered and charred remains that littered the floor of the cavern. "Took care of business!"

She looked glorious in the dim torchlight, sweat and green blood covering her powerful body in a fine sheen, making her rippling muscles shine in the light from the flames. She bent down the corpse of the, performing a loot check as she wiped her blade on its dirtied cloak.

"Pshhh!" She scoffed, focused on looting the corpse, but turning her head to smile at him. "Ain't no thing for the dream te-"

A 7th level Arcane Missile suddenly flew from his fingertips as she spoke, cutting her off as its multitude of magical darts streaked by her head, before impacting and tearing apart a goblin assassin that was sneaking out of the shadows, about to bring a twisted, black dagger down onto the back of her neck. Without the smooth connection or hardware he was doubtful he could've reacted in time, as it was, he was able to just get the spell out and save her from a critical hit.

She knelt there, frozen for a moment before realising what was happening and looking behind her as the now dead creature smoked behind her, wet holes ripped through its flesh from the strength of the spell's force. She stared, blinking at it for a second, before looking back to him.

"I love you, Giddy."/"Well done, Giddy."

Gideon turned slowly in his chair as he heard her, her real voice reaching his ears a split second sooner than the voice in-game.

"What...was that?" He asked as he watched her hunch her shoulders, back turned to him. "Rhia? What was that?" He asked again, his voice insistent as his heart began to beat faster.

"It was just...I didn't...I wanted to be able to say it, even if you couldn't hear me..." He watched as the back of her neck and ear turned red, before she slowly tuned to him, both of them pausing the game. "I, uh...put a filter on my account so when I said 'I lo-'...when I said that, or it slipped out, it'd say 'Well done' instead." She looked sheepish, eyes unable to stay on him for very long before darting away again.

"But...but you've been saying that for a year and a half..." He said as he took off his headphones and set them on the desk.

"Yeah...I know." She followed suit, taking hers off, too and setting them down as he got up from his chair and softly padded over to her. "Like I said, I just wanted to be able to say it, but I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

"I know, but I still wish I'd heard you say it sooner." He cooed as he planted himself on her lap facing her, and slid his arms around her neck. "We could have started doing this ages ago." His whispered as he leaned up and his lips met hers.

Her arms quickly wrapped around him in their strong, safe embrace as they sat there making out, the game forgotten for the time being, and likely to remain so for the rest of the night.

**I really hope people are enjoying things so far, it's so nice writing a cute romance like this >w

Things will only keep heating up in part 3! Family reunions sure can get rough...

As always, please leave a comment if you can. it really helps let me know what is, and isn't, working for people. Plus, i just like hearing about what got you off

Jamie
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