A Most Terrifying Engagement (closed)

[Poprockz]

She didn’t think she could open her eyes even if she wanted to. Not that she would want to with how safe she felt. When was the last time she had felt so reassured? She honestly couldn't remember. Her childhood's nights had been plagued by the shadow who haunted her, and even after he was gone his presence lingered and tormented her with the threat of his reappearance. Even when that itself eventually faded, she had never truly felt safe in the dark, always unsettled by a presence she thought she could feel within.

Now she was surrounded by the very essence of what lingered behind his eyes every time he looked at her. There was no expectation of reciprocation, nor pressure to accept what he offered. It was merely an open hand with a gift offered upon the palm.

While Vanta may not have needed to take a breath, Andrea did. And yet, in some ways she wished she hadn't had to. It seemed like such an enticing thing to simply continue to remain locked in their silent conversation.

"I can't wait to wake up..." she murmured, knowing that the sooner the morning came, the sooner she would have another chance to further explore this new Vanta who seemed to be slowly dismantling her walls.

——

The next day came with the realization that she was now on her period. It wasn’t entirely unexpected since she tracked that sort of thing, but she had been so caught up in current events that it had slipped her mind.

Andrea had to explain to Vanta that over the next five days, she was going to experience all the wonders that came with womanhood. When telling him that she would be bleeding during that time, she quickly followed that up with the reassurance that she wasn’t in any danger from it. It was a natural part of the reproductive cycle, though it would be painful at times due to cramps. Her cramps were not egregiously painful, but they were rather moderate and tended to fluctuate throughout the day, often becoming worse in the evening. Instead of being disgusted by all of this, Vanta’s first inclination was to ask if there was anything he could do to help or to make her more comfortable.

The fact that the first thing that occurred to him was that he wanted to ease her discomfort made her smile. At first she politely declined, opting to use other methods to soothe herself as she always had. However, at one point they were watching a movie together and her heated water bottle had run out of heat. At that moment she had been sitting between Vanta’s legs and had groaned at the idea of having to get up and reheat it, which was when Vanta had offered a solution.

Unlike a heated water bottle or rice sock, which could either end up scalding or tepid, Vanta was able to heat his arms to the perfect temperature. Wrapped snuggly around her and resting against her abdomen… it was heavenly. The first time he had done it she had sighed and leaned back against him with the reverent murmur of “oh… that’s nice.” What’s more was that it didn’t get uncomfortably clammy or anything, likely because Vanta was absorbing her sweat. She tried not to think about that aspect of it though.

And thus, it became somewhat of a ritual for them: watching a movie together in the evening while she rested in his warm embrace. He became familiar with five different types of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream: Cherry Garcia, Karamel Sutra, Phish Food, Dulce Delish, and Chunky Monkey. Every few bites of the pint she would nurse, she would scoop up a large spoonful and hold it up over her shoulder for him to eat if he wanted it.

During the rest of the day, they worked on various projects around the house uch as painting, fixing various things, packing, and checking for any issues that might have arisen. Vanta was exceedingly good at doing things she physically couldn’t, like exploring the crawlspace under the house to make sure there weren’t any issues under there. Apparently there was a family of raccoons under there. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do about it, but it was good to know.

Eventually the week passed and with it, so too did the red tide. She woke up the next day feeling refreshed, deciding that today she should reward him in some way for how supportive he had been that week.

Andrea turned on her side in the bed to face Vanta and propped herself up. Who knew if he was currently truly sleeping or simply miming the act so he could spend more time with her. Whatever the case was, she was getting used to him being there when she woke up, and she rather liked it, admittedly.

“I'm going to go take a shower... When I come back, you should let me know if there's anything I can do to thank you for helping me out this week.” she quietly mused out loud, willing to let him continue to sleep if that wasn’t enough to rouse him.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Vanta, who was currently in a much more mundane humanoid form than he had been the week prior, let out a long yawn and fluttered his eyes open as Andrea spoke. He smiled almost drunkenly at her and raised his hand to cup her face.

"You feeling better is enough of a reward for me Andrea." He said, an almost cherubic innocence radiating from him, "buuut since you offered, I do have something I've been planning for when you were feeling better," his face then contorted into a devious grin, "though of course if I have to wait till you're out of the shower, I'll need to change things up a bit." He laughed and then rose up on his elbow so he was mirroring her pose. He finished his joke with a gentle kiss on her lips.

The past few days for Vanta had been an experience that was unexpected yet very enriching. While the night of passion he and Andrea had shared had let him indulge and share his raw passion for Andrea but the last few days had allowed him to properly partner with Andrea. While he of course didn't like the discomfort Andrea had experienced, he liked being depended on by her as well as snuggling with her. Over the past few days, he had been given the opportunity to do tasks Andrea couldn't, comfort her and spend time with her doing acts that he enjoyed, not just because of the bits of ice cream (which he secretly always cleaned the carton of when Andrea was done and wasn't watching, but because he got to be with her doing things he found boring (though he would go to his grave before he admitted his boredom or that Andrea had a show or two that he had come to dislike and had to force a grin and focus on how it felt to have her in his arms to get through). It wasn't even a matter of proving his worth: they were becoming comfortable with each other. The passion was still there but was growing with Vanta now was a love born of familiarity.

That wasn't to say Vanta had only grown in his love for Andrea. He had made active use of her gifts whenever she was napping or he could send some of his mass off to learn for him. He had used the online device to start learning as much as he could. He of course not only learned how to better care for Andrea while she was on her period but also learned how to cook, about more current events, and how to act more-for lack of a better term-human. He of course held onto ideas for his nonhumanoid forms but he began to add little hairs and pores, to move his face a bit more naturally. He even started yawning involuntarily when he was tired or had just woken up.

He had even (when Andrea was fast asleep during a nap), even tried out the SPF suit. It had only been to the end of the driveway to grab some mail and on overcast days, but it worked! Suddenly far more options were open to Vanta and that had led him to the surprise he had for Andrea. He wanted to show her how much he had learned during the past few days by taking her on a date...oh it would be far but it would be outside with the woman he loved. The day was cloudy but only a light covering and the temperature was perfectly pleasant: just enough wind for there to be a gentle breeze but not chilly, and warm enough that light clothes or even no clothes at all would be comfortable.

Which led him back to the present. He smiled at her, "Just playing. I've been planning this surprise for a bit so I can wait a little bit before springing it on you." He let his hand drift down to her side, "though if I may make a request wihout losing my favor, I'd like if you wore a sundress today. Also, what would you like for breakfast? That's not my favor and I'm not taking a 'no.' He said, his playful smile coming back.

 

[Poprockz]

A sundress? Why did he want her to wear a sundress? Was this perhaps some sort of kink he had stumbled upon, or did he simply like the style and want to see what one might look like on her? It was an intriguing request, and one she could easily grant. Andrea owned two sundresses: a pink shoulderless one, and a white sunflower one. Both were cute, but she wondered which one he would prefer.

More intriguing though was this mention of a surprise. As far as she could tell, he hadn’t purchased anything on the Echo yet, and wasn’t able to go out and obtain something for her. So her best guess was that either he had made more presents out of his own shadowy form, or he had some sort of gesture to make like a serenade. That might be an interesting thing to see. Come to think of it, she wondered if Vanta knew how to sing, and not simply replicate noises.

In any case, cooking for her didn’t seem like something Vanta would offer to do if he wasn’t confident that he wouldn’t burn the house down, but who could say how well he could cook without supervision? It would probably be best if she had him cook something relatively simple, just to gauge where he was at and not make things too complicated. Besides, sometimes a simpler breakfast was all the more satisfying.

Andrea let her gaze linger on the lips he had pressed against her mere moments ago. It was strange- she could have sworn that his face was becoming more personalized by the day. Yet the changes were so subtle that she doubted whether or not she might be imagining it. Her eyes flicked back up to his. “Well, I supposed if I’m forced to have a delicious breakfast prepared for me, I think… I would like buttered toast, scrambled eggs, strawberries, and a few little sausages. I keep those in the freezer.”

“As for the sundress… I have two in my closet. I’ll hop in the shower and I’ll put on whichever one you lay on the bed for me. But!" She held up her finger. "Only if you have a glass of wine with me later." Perhaps if the clouds cleared up, they could find a shaded spot from the moonlight and stargaze a little together.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Vanta picked up on the surprise and intrigue that he had awoken in Andrea and his smile widened. The little flick of her eyes and her request claimed an amorous chuckle from him and he nodded while locking his mischievous gaze with hers.

"A Few little sausages and a glass of wine?" Vanta said in mock shock, putting a hand to face as though he were shielding a gasp, "And you want me to select your outfit? I didn't know you could be such a taskmaster." He unveiled his mouth and then propped his fist up under his chin in mock ponderance, "you drive a hard bargain but I suppose I can manage." He took her extended finger and kissed it and then kissed down to her knuckles.

"Go on and wash up Andrea, I promise to have a wonderful breakfast waiting for you."

He rolled away from Andrea and then rose up. Vanta had been worried that he might involuntarily show obvious signs of his lust, so he had begun spawning pants around himself when he was in his more humanoid forms. Now that Andrea was feeling better he had been tempted to start walking around in the nude again, but he decided he would wait a bit longer. Though as he rose from the bed he did take one look over his shoulder at her as he rose to see if Andrea noticed he had "baked some cake" for this more detailed form.

After he reluctantly pulled away from Andrea and was out of sight, Vanta lowered down to all fours and took on a more bestial form that half galloped and half slid to the kitchen. As he ran, miniature Vantas leapt out of the air vents and filled him with knowledge gained from the echo while other mini-Vanta's emerged and raced down to the freezer and refrigerator or became spatulas, pans, whisks and measuring cups (allowing for a much faster clean up). By the time Vanta was down at the kitchen, the miniature Vantas had assembled all of the necessary ingredients for Andrea's breakfast. He assembled his other selves into pans, measuring cups and utensils. Vanta then took a chimeric form that had a humanoid torso but dozens of arms that began to cook.

Vanta had gotten a lot of practice in while Andrea had slept the past few days and he had come to enjoy cooking. To keep from wasting food he had practiced on small samples and then replicated them with his own body (a process he intended to downplay if Andrea had asked and he made sure to use only actual food for her breakfast and the surprise he had later today) then, watching YouTube cooking videos and imitating the movements until he got a result that was aesthetically pleasing as well as tasty (Vanta decided that, while he wanted to be honest with Andrea, this was a matter that was fine to lie on). He had even learned to toss a bit of a flourish into his cooking.

So as Vanta cooked the sausages, he began to whisk the eggs, mixing in a bit of milk, to increase the fluffiness and turmeric to add a little kick and nutritional value. He then got a dollop of whipped cream and then assembled sliced and whole strawberries in an artful pattern. around it. then, as the eggs and sausages were ready, he tossed the toast into the pan the sausage had been cooked in so it could soak in a bit of the flavor, then as he finished plating he pulled the toast out and buttered it. while also putting a small dollop of preserves on the side if Andrea wanted to add it. He then got 2 small cups of juice and two mugs of coffee that one of his mini Vantas had been brewing and took it to the table, reabsorbing all of the mini-Vantas into himself and returning to his prior humanoid form, though this time he gave himself a plain shirt.


With that, he snuck back upstairs, having to fight the temptation to see if Andrea would be open to him joining her in the shower, and found the two sundresses in her closet. Vanta was floored by both as he imagined Andrea in either. The white sundress was lovely and complimented his SPF suit. He imagined Andrea and him sitting next to each other, sharing drinks and a laugh, their sides slowly pressing against each other as Vanta placed an arm around her side and pulled her close to him. The pink dress however complimented Andrea's body in a way that mystified Vanta. He had seen far more of Andrea than her shoulders yet having them fully bared gave him different images: his tongue and lips savoring the taste of Andrea's skin along her shoulders as he worked his way to the nape of her neck, his lustful eyes taking peaks down at her chest as he worked up her skirt with his arm, exposing more of her long legs.

"Snap out of if Vanta!" He said to himself, "you went countless years without sex and it's only been a few days. Besides, we'd be in our SPF Suit. That's not exactly something we can easily get intimate with while wearing" He composed himself. He needed to make a choice that was appropriate for his surprise...and then he laid out the pink sundress anyway.


As he went back to the dining room table he got a few pieces of ice out of the freezer and absorbed them, hoping to cool his raging lust.

 

[Poprockz]

His cake was indeed noticed, though she quickly tried to pretend that she hadn’t been looking. She was again questioning whether she was imagining things or whether he had truly filled out his pants with more substance. Perhaps she would ask him later.

For now, she wanted to get nice and squeaky clean to start out the new day. Andrea headed to the bathroom’s shower to start doing just that.

Last night she had dreamed of him, the recollection of it making her peek towards that he bathroom door to make sure she had closed it. Vanta didn’t seem to be the type to sneak into her bathroom after the rules she had laid out for him of course, but she couldn’t help but make sure she was alone.

The dream had been of herself trapped on a large, silvery spiderweb that was suspended in a vast blackness with an unseeable but dim light source. Rather than being wrapped up in a cocoon, she had the cords of the web wrapped around her wrists and ankles, the stickiness of the web ensuring that the rest of her body was securely stuck.

A vibration rippled down the web, warning of the impending approach of something that could effortlessly travel the entrapping strands. She looked up to see the intimidating form of a spider-like creature. Though it was as black as night, its limbs and body had the reflective qualities of a hardened shell, much like the effect slick black leather had. Unlike a normal spider, this one had a human-shaped torso that had the same shiny exoskeleton from its broad chest to its claw-like fingers. Its face was a mix of human and spider characteristics with a row of horns pointing backwards in the semi-circle of its forehead. Underneath that forehead was a cluster of eyes, all of which had a pure green hue about them.

There was no doubt in her mind that it was Vanta.

By all rights she should have been terrified, yet that wasn’t how she had felt at the time. Recognition, relief… excitement.

His many eyes gave her a once-over, making her become aware that she was wearing a sheer blue dress without any undergarnments, the top merely a cross-over of fabric that tied around her neck, leaving her with an open back. Though technically covered, her breasts pressed into the garnment and did nothing to obscure the shape of her nipples.

He moved close enough to put a clawed finger under her chin. “You look to be in a sticky situation, Andrea,” he chuckled, presumably in amusement. “Do you want me to help you down?”

She had shaken her head and received a cocked eyebrow in return. “No? If I leave you like this, someone might come by and gobble up a pretty morsel like you.” One of his legs brushed upwards against the outside of her thigh, bunching up some of the dress’s fabric in the process.

“Someone like you?” She had asked.

He had grinned with two rows of very sharp teeth. “Do you know what a spider and I have in common?”

A quizzical look had donned her face before he leaned in and whispered into her ear, “we can both make your insides melt.”

The dream had ended there and shifted into an entirely different dream, thank goodness. Had she woken up from that dream in particular, he might have questioned the flush of her cheeks. She had always been hornier following her period so she wondered if that wasn’t influencing that dream interaction. Did she also think spiders were hot, or was the spider hot because it was Vanta? Would she find him hot if he was simply a pile of black goo? There were certainly some forms he could take that wouldn’t be attractive, like something that looked like its flesh was sloughing off, or…

Some shampoo was squeezed into her hand contemplatively. Maybe a giant snail? Fuck. She felt crazy for thinking to herself that she might still fuck a giant snail monster if it was Vanta. What were her limits? Before him, she hadn’t had to think about what sort of creatures she wouldn’t want giving her “the business” as her friend Emily liked to say.

Andrea continued to ponder on this topic while continuing and then finishing up her shower. She could have dried her hair, but she didn’t want the food to get cold so she merely wrapped it up in a towel and dried her body off with another.

She smiled upon entering her room. Ah, so he liked the pink one better? It was the cuter of the two, certainly. It seemed they both agreed on that.

Soon she had it on with a tan sleeveless bra and a matching pair of tan panties. It didn’t seem likely that they would be going anywhere, but she put on a pair of thick-heeled sandals on anyway to complete the look before heading for the dining room.

The food was smelled before it was seen, and the smell was more than inviting. She was very pleased to see that not only had he not caused any damage to the premises, but also that everything looked very tasty.

“Wow,” she approached the table and nodded, impressed. “Everything looks amazing. Why is the toast kind of brown though?” As far as she was aware, the toaster shouldn’t have given the toast that sort of hue.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Vanta turned to face Andrea with a wide smile and then froze as he took in the sight of her.

"You look even more gorgeous than I thought you would." His words slipped out, any filter he once had slipping away as he took in the sight of her in the strapless dress. The little daydreams he'd had in Andrea's bedroom paled in comparison to what was going through his head now that Andrea was there in the flesh. Even as part of his brain sought to answer her inquiry about the bread, a much baser part of him, the part that kept trying to draw his gaze to Andrea's cleavage, was playing out a new fantasy.

"Vanta, you didn't make anything for yourself?" the fantasy version of Andrea said, walking over to him. Before he could respond, she placed her fingertips to his lips and shushed him, "Oh no, I don't want to hear any excuses. A glass of juice is nothing. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. It should always start with something warm, satisfying, and stimulating."

As she said the word "stimulating" Vanta closed his eyes and when he opened them again, the fantasy version of Andrea was pressed against him, her dress and underwear vanished to the ether as her fingers had left his lips and were now holding a whip cream covered strawberry in front of her lips, letting her tongue give a suggestive lick to one side of it.

"This is good but there's a different cream I'd like. Afterall, I think you said you'd make me so full I'd be wet and creamy for days?" Her look had gone from playful to devilish and she dropped the strawberry, which fell neatly between her breasts, smattering them with the sweet cream, "And I just showered! Well, are you going to just stand there or are you going to lick that up, give me with what I really want, and then devour me?"

As if in answer, Vanta exploded into a mass of tongues and lips which swarmed over the fantasy version of Andrea, prepping to lick, taste and consume her as his lower half grew forth a thick member from which he would breed Andrea even harder than he had several nights ago and fill her so full of his seed that he would keep his promise this time.

The fantasy had only lasted a couple of seconds in real-time but as Vanta snapped out, he had to quickly close his left hand as a tongue had begun to work its way out of his palm. He couldn't hide the small tent that had formed in his pants but that was at least a more mundane reaction.

"Oh, the toast!" Vanta said, "sorry, I guess you just took my breath away for a bit. I decided to toast it in the pan I made the sausage in. Put some of the grease to work and flavor it. I can make some regular toast if you'd prefer." He pulled out a chair for her, trying to play the gentleman as he mentally batted away more, equally charged fantasies, "I've been putting your gift to work so I've learned a bit about cooking, I hope you enjoy it. I can also get some jam if you like."

As Vanta waited to see what Andrea would do, he thought on his sudden arousal. It wasn't that he'd had no interest in having sex with Andrea the past few days but it had been muted and manageable. He of course would have loved to please Andrea and take pleasure from her in turn but his fantasies had been gentle: cuddles and comfort with a climax, while what he felt now was hunger and raw desire. To claim and devour. It was as though his lust had returned with interest. It was as though Andrea recovering physically had restored his own desire, yet somehow it was even more acute. If necessary, he might need to sneak away and deal with his desire by himself.

"Breakfast, focus on Breakfast. Sausages, cream...okay eggs and toast. Nothing arousing about scrambled eggs and toast." He thought to himself, forcing the tongue in his closed fist to fully retreat.

“How did you sleep?” A little small talk might help, “any interesting dreams?”

 

[Poprockz]

He had a way of looking at her and saying things that made her feel like a chaste maiden experiencing her first infatuation. Her heart was liable to skitter out of her chest to hide shyly in the closet at such sentiments. She held it together though, waiting until he was able to stir himself out of his daydream. Who knew what sorts of things he was thinking or imagining, but based on the large bulge of his pants she could only assume that they were at least a little lewd.

Not that she minded at all. In fact, the idea of him lost in such imaginings excited her. Was he thinking of bending her over the breakfast table and feeding her his own sausage? Maybe instead he was visualizing the breakfast being served off his body so that Andrea had to mouth the scrambled eggs off his abdomen before licking the cream off his chest; the toast would be held in-between his teeth for her to take bites out of until all that was left was jam and crumbs to delicately clean from his lips.

It was enough to make a girl moist.

The day was still young though, and she hadn't even eaten her breakfast yet. Vanta had worked hard to make her this well-made meal and it would be a waste not to fully appreciate the effort he had put in to elevate it from something basic to something she might see in a restaurant. Browning the toast in the sausage grease? He had definitely gone the extra mile. She would have to at least try to rein herself in until she could take at least a few bites of it.

That didn't mean she couldn't still have a little fun though, did it?

"You could say that," she replied evasively to his question about her dreams. "You were in one of them. Maybe I'll tell you more about that one later."

Andrea moseyed forward a few steps until she was near where he had set her breakfast, all the while letting her fingertips drag along the smooth surface of the table.

"Hmm." There were a few moments where her gaze was cast downwards at the offered chair as though she had assessed the piece of furniture and found it wanting. "You know, these chairs... They're not the best quality. I'm really not sure if I can eat at the table in one of them this morning. Though... I might be able to if I had something more comfortable to sit on."

At that point she was close to him, her hands clasped behind her back as she looked up into his eyes with a smile that was the picture of innocence. Well, it would be if the charade wasn't given away by the mischievous glint in her eye.

"Maybe... I could sit on your lap? You wouldn't mind would you, Vanta?" The towel wrapped around her hair shifted as she tilted her head slightly to the side.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

"You were in one of them. Maybe I'll tell you more about that one later."
Vanta picked up on the evasion and quietly pocketed the topic of the dream for later. He also quickly picked up on the glint in Andrea's eyes and her intent. There was a time where he might not have picked up on her plan or tried his hand at evasion, fearing she would reject his desire, but now he merely smiled.

"Of course not, Andrea. My lap is always at the ready to serve as a most comfortable cushion for your shapely posterior," he grinned, giving a dramatic bow then raising up enough to kiss her on the nose. He sat down in the chair he had previously offered, and with a brief touch, altered it and himself. The chair became engulfed in shadow and altered itself so it was a much more ornate design, with its legs now ending in goatlike hooves, while its back and arms became a a collage of carved flowers which Vanta rested upon.

Vanta's change was not as dramatic as he had considered. He was still humanoid and his dimensions were similar. From a distance it would appear he had just shed his shirt and put on some strange boots but from up close, he had the points of horns peeking out from his now curly hair and while his chest was smooth, his legs and crotch were now covered in a thick but short covering of fur that led down to a pair of hooves. He was now a satyr. A transformation that was not as dramatic as him becoming a demon or a snakeman but one that made his own intentions clear: if she was going to tease him, he would meet her in kind.

While a growth of fur now covered it, he still had his morning bulge. It would have been easy to absorb it or even hide it, but again, he had every intention of meeting Andrea where she was at and he had no intention of hiding the effect she was having on him.

"Your throne awaits Andrea." He warmly chuckled, "It's interesting that you had a dream of me as already this morning I've had two of you...but like you said, that's a topic for later. Please, come and enjoy your breakfast."

 

[Poprockz]

It was amazing how comfortable things had become between them; just a little more than a week ago and a kiss on the nose would have been unthinkable. Now such a thing seemed casual. Seemed adorable, really.

She blinked as he then changed before her eyes. A satyr? Interesting. It was a curious choice as far as forms went as it wasn’t too far off from his human form. Perhaps he was simply in a playful form to match his playful mood. Though… it wasn’t clear whether this form still had a penis.

There seemed to be a bulge in his crotch, but it was difficult to tell with the patch of hair there. One might be able to tell if they got closer and took a good look at it, perhaps bending over and giving it a good stare. That was out of the question, obviously. In polite society, one didn’t perform an in-depth investigation on another person’s groin unless they wanted to throw subtlety to the wind.

She would have to ‘feel things out’ as it were.

It couldn't be denied that the mention of his own dreams about her had caught her curiosity though. He had said that they were this morning which meant that either he was sleeping in-between preparing breakfast items, or he was daydreaming about her. It was probably the latter based on the lack of burned food. What sorts of daydreams had he had about her? She was dying to know! She couldn’t just ask him though, lest she invite questions about her own dreams, the sly fox.

Andrea moved in and carefully sat in his lap, making sure to simply caress his crotch with her ass rather than subjecting it to her weight. She wasn’t particularly heavy, but she assumed that most men wouldn’t want a woman’s full weight on their dick (unless she was riding it, of course). It was now nestled nicely in the crease of her cheeks. It sure felt like he had a cock hiding underneath there, so she was going to run with that assumption.

Admittedly, his lap was very comfy. It was the perfect 'throne' as he said upon which she could eat the meal he had been thoughtful enough to make her. Speaking of which, she should probably start in on it before it got cold.

Leaning forward, she picked up her fork and speared some of the eggs for a taste. Her eyebrows went up as she chewed before swallowing and sampling each of the items on her plate. While she was focused on seeing how far his cooking skills had come, she didn't pass up the chance to bend forward and back each time she went in for a bite. Each time her ass would gently rub against his raised tuft of fluff.

After the eggs, strawberries, sausages, and toast (with butter) had all been tasted, she tapped the fork prongs thoughtfully against her lips. "Oh wow. You've really outdone yourself. The eggs were fluffy, the whip cream was the perfect sweetness, and the toast was really good with the sausage browning and all. I'll have to take a note from your book and do that next time I'm feeling fancy." There was a little giggle before she playfully asked, "are you just naturally gifted at figuring things out on the fly?"

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Vanta was glad his head was positioned behind Andrea so she couldn't see his face. He had expected the teasing, welcomed it even. But expecting the gorgeous love of his life to engage in some playful teasing and to have her on his lap, not so subtly rubbing herself against his crotch was a completely different matter. As she leaned forward and back, grinding her firm yet supple cheeks against him, Vanta found himself biting his lip; not only to muffle the groan of pleasure that was growing in his throat but to also give himself a feeling of pain to focus on so his body didn't explode into a mass of tentacles and lips so he could even better savor the feeling of Andrea on his lap. Not that it solved his dilemma: in fact, it only made his other senses go into overdrive.

His sense of smell took in her fresh out of the shower scent. Yet underneath the scent of shampoo, bodywash, and conditioner he could smell Andrea. That scent he only knew from days of being around her. That scent that was uniquely hers and hers alone. His eyes drank in every stray strand of hair, the curvature of her ears, her bare shoulders...if he dared crane his neck, he could look down to her chest but he felt his lip biting would not suffice. Though in his current mindset, her bending forward and back started to make him think of bobbing...and his ears picking up the sounds of her lips parting and closing and her mouth slurping down the meal he had made only made his acutely aroused state grow even more sensitive.

By the time Andrea finally complimented Vanta, he was almost ready to burst. He felt like his body might explode into a mess of shivers that would unfurl into a maw he might plunge Andrea into...which was why he then did the opposite. Vanta took all of his tension, his feelings of lust, and let it swell into his crotch, finally making a not unsizeable uncut member erupt forth from the furry mound and press hard against Andrea's bottom. Vanta had at first hoped to show he could resist Andrea's teasing without showing obvious signs of arousal but why hide how he felt? He was in the form of a satyr after all, a playful yet perverted mythical figure who embodied lust...and if the two of them were to accidentally make a mess, Andrea had a spare sundress.

Vanta released his lip and spoke jovially, glad that his arousal now had an outward source of relief. Even though his desire was still at its peak, the physical sensations were now contained within his lower half and his mind was able to drift to actual conversation...and a bit of teasing.

"I'm so glad Andrea," he said, his face beaming, "I actually made good use of your gift to watch cooking videos and get a tip," He moved his hips subtly, pressing his erection firmly against her, "or two. Then I just took every chance I could to practice," His hands, which he laid on the arm rests, rose up and stroked her arms, as they traveled down to her hands. He embraced her tightly, further pressing himself into her while his voice remained steady and playful, "It's been a lot of fun to pick up new skills so I'd love for you to join me in a session." With an act of dexterity that could only come from a combination of constant practice and having a nebulous anatomy, Vanta worked the fork out of Andrea's hand and into his. He plunged it down into the plate and somehow brought it back up, speared with a bit of sausage that had been buttered, dipped in the cream, and topped with a strawberry. As he did so, he flexed the muscles in his thighs and bounced her up, giving him just a bit of time to reposition his hardened member so it was now under her.


He smiled devilishly and leaned forward, letting his lustful breath tickle her ear, "Now I know this might seem like a strange bite to offer you but I've found combining wildly different flavors can create a most fascinating experience on the tongue. Taking the tip of the strawberry first and then letting the cream and thick, butter soaked sausage find their way onto your tastebuds creates a sinfully exquisite flavor."

Vanta wasn't being subtle. But he had just had Andrea pressing and grinding herself against him as he felt like his whole form might explode and he now had a raging erection underneath her that was desperate to unsheath itself from its hood and even find a way to tear through the skirt of her dress. He hoped she would at least grant him some grace.

 

[Poprockz]

Oh?

OH.

She was now 100% sure that this form had a dick. There was no denying such a fact when it was practically demanding her attention against her ass. Such a reaction was very satisfying, not to mention flattering. To have such an impressive effect on him brought her a swell of pride.

That swell of pride was only furthered by the fact that he had been using the gift she bought him. To have one’s gift be appreciated was a truly wonderful thing. At this rate though, he would probably end up teaching her a thing or two about cooking. Not that she would complain about having a 5-star chef in the house.

The repositioning bounce was enough to distract her from the smooth criminal act taking place with her fork. How could she focus on such a mundane piece of cutlery when she had a longsword underneath and between her legs? There were only two layers of fabric between them there, though they did little to shield her from the impact of such a sexual pressure.

Was his cock larger now than the snake twin-cocks? It seemed so. She didn’t dare try to look between her slightly parted thighs, but all clues pointed to this being the case.

Leaning forward, she took the offered forkful of food between her lips, starting with the strawberry and letting the rest follow as suggested. It was a rather phallic affair, during which a stray bit of butter dripped onto one of her breasts, running down into the crease as though it had landed on a hot stack of pancakes. The bite was delicious to be sure, but what was truly “sinfully exquisite” was thrill of his lips near her ear, and the anticipation of what they both knew was soon to come.

“Mmm…” she hummed appreciatively, admittedly with more exuberance than she might have otherwise done.

She was being rather slutty, wasn’t she? Rubbing her ass on him and playing up her bite to sound like it had elicited a moan… But didn’t she deserve some slack? It had been a rather chaotic month and maybe she was owed a little shamelessness. There was nothing wrong with feeling horny for someone was there? No unforgivable sin was being committed if she was a bit more forward, was there?

Regardless of whether there was or not, she was too worked up to halt their trajectory. Her loins ached, and her underwear was a first-hand witness to her growing arousal.

Leaning her head back, she rested the back of her head on his left shoulder so she could meet his eyes. In doing so, the towel she had wrapped around her hair (already loosened by the earlier jostle) abandoned her to plop down to the floor. Her hair was thus released, tousled and damp in a curtain of loose brown waves. At the same time her left hand had subtly dropped downward and reached back, allowing her to teasingly stroke the outside of his thigh with her fingertips.

“I really enjoyed that mouthful, but I can think of one or two things I’ve found to be more “sinfully exquisite” on my tongue. Your lips, for example. Among other things…” Her sentence was left to linger as her eyes conveyed a message of barely-restrained lust. Andrea wanted to turn herself fully around in her chair and practically accost him with her mouth. Hell, she was even tempted to slip off his lap and dive face-first between his legs - anything to express the raging need to touch and be touched. If one thing could be said for them, it was that they had remarkably good chemistry.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

The brush against his thigh, the sight of Andrea's hair being freed and draping around her shoulders, the meeting of their eyes...the sound of her words and the meaning they carried pore through Vanta's pretenses of being in control like a drill. Vanta fell in love and lust with Andrea again and again with every second that passed with her on his lap. Desire filled him but instead of trying to consume Andrea, it consumed him. With but a few simple acts, Andrea had utterly crumpled his resolve.

Vanta looked into Andrea's eyes with a smile and a small nod, as if to say "I concede." What hope did he have against Andrea? What hope did he have when she was riding atop him, atop his engorged manhood which was pulsing so hard it more resembled a dog's tail? And was it even right to try and deny what he desired when Andrea's own desire was so apparent? Vanta had been a fool to think Andrea's own desire would be any less than his, so what was the point of trying to draw things out?

He craned his neck and finally responded with a deep kiss. His lips practically buzzed with lust as he met hers. His tongue navigated the passage created by their lips and teased Andrea's tongue over to his lips so he could grant her one more taste. Vanta savored the taste of her tongue and lips, drank in the lust that was bubbling beneath the surface, and finally broke the kiss with a final press of his tongue. As their lips separated, opened his eyes with a new expression on them: one of fully unleashed lust and desire that was building like a snowball rolling down the mountain.

"Another sinfully exquisite taste for your tongue, Andrea?" He said, the last bit of play escaping him as raw, unfiltered lust claimed him. He rotated Andrea slightly in his lap, his hard cock desperately trying to pore its way through the two layers of fabric that separated it from her. His Lips plunged down and lapped up the bit of spilled butter that had dribbled down onto her breast. Vanta barely registered the flavor of the butter and instead groaned like a rutting beast as the flavor of her flesh touched his tongue. When he raised his head back up, there was now an avalanche of lust in his eyes.

"Delicious." Vanta said, his desire robbing him of higher thought. He stroked her face, though even Vanta didn't know how much it was genuine affection vs the playing of a cat with its food, "I want you Andrea. I want you so much it hurts. Every piece of you, every inch." He ran his hand down over her shoulder and side, he was practically panting with lust, "Give me everything you want and I'll take it, take everything you want from me and I'll give it to you freely...just say one word, give me one touch. Just let me feel you and that lust you have...I'll try and be better about teasing next time." He finished with a short laugh that was more like a hyena's. He still had the form of a satyr but what was inside was now just a barely contained ball of id bouncing around, driving him to claim his beloved.

 

[Poprockz]

He had that right- his lips surely didn't disappoint. If one were to rate those soft lips of his, she would be surprised if they didn't receive a ten out of ten from a panel of judges. The pressure, the eagerness, the agility of his tongue... what medieval masterclass had he gone through to get those skills?

If there was more butter on hand, she would be sorely tempted to drip more of it on herself if only to encourage him to continue cleaning the sensitive skin of her chest. Andrea had no idea of his inner struggle against actually consuming her and sucking her down his gullet like a fine oyster, so the idea of being buttered up for his tasting pleasure didn't pose any risk in her eyes.

"Make the chair wide enough for my legs, please," she directed him, not yet addressing his rousing speech. Once he complied, it took a few purposeful movements to situate herself on his lap so that she was now fully facing him. Her knees were hugging the outside of his thighs as she straddled him, and while one of her hands rested on his left shoulder, the other moved around him to weave itself into his hair.

Her grip in his hair tightened, and he was given a firm, controlled tug to tilt his head back and leave his neck exposed. A moment was taken to admire him. Such a lovely neck- it was as though his smooth ebony skin was ripe and ready for her to indulge in. Hungry lips found him near his clavicle, working their way upwards in a heated trail of lustful smacks, sucks, and licks. Were his skin any lighter, one might have been able to see the occasional love-bite left in the wake of her voracious journey. All the while, she held his head in place just the way she wanted him.

It seemed as though he sometimes brought out a side of herself that she very rarely expressed. She felt encouraged to be bolder with him, to allow herself to act without overanalyzing her every move. All that carried her onwards were the roiling feelings of desire that were coming to a boil and running over.

When she reached his ear, her mouth closed around his earlobe and she sucked on it before releasing the now glistening bit of skin. There was a sigh of satisfaction, as though she had consumed a particularly good appetizer before the main course. It was only then that her grip loosened and her hand came down, caressing his face until she got a firm grip on his chin. Andrea looked him right in the eyes, grey-ish green to his vibrant green. Though the color of her eyes was more muted, her intensity was no less than his own.

"Now…" she murmured. "If you can get my underwear off without me having to get off your lap, then I'll let you give me something more filling than breakfast. I want you too. Every. Hard. Inch.”

Vanta was a clever one, so she had confidence that he would be able to figure things out one way or another. He might even find a particularly clever workaround like he had helped her take off her shoes and “get off her feet for a few moments.” Andrea had never specified what state her underwear had to be in, so he could tear them, cut them, or even disintegrate them for all she cared. All that mattered was that the now single barrier be removed between his aching hardness and her own wet sex.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Vanta was enraptured as Andrea took control. He granted her wish in an instant, turning what had once been a simple dining room chair into an adorned bench with enough room for Andrea to straddle him. He could practically taste Andrea's hunger as she dug her fingers into his hair and unleashed her ravenous lips and teeth upon him. Vanta's own desire swelled as Andrea's own lust crashed against him and left searing hot kisses upon his flesh, with every bit of flesh she had blessed lingering with a warmth that filled Vanta's need for intimacy before creating an even greater need within him. By the time she finally released his hair, he stared drunkenly up at his beloved who was now in full control of him.

As Andrea finished her ministrations and took hold of his chin, his eyes met hers. He caught her own intensity and for a moment he wanted to surrender to that passion, to let his form unshackle itself from any attempt at physical order and given into chaos, letting his desire guide his body until it became a roiling form of lust that danced within throughout Andrea's own inferno and what if Andrea's own desire tore free from Andrea and joined his new form? Free from the need of rest, nutrition, and the weaknesses of the flesh.

Though fortunately for the two of them, Andrea's hand upon his chin and her challenge awoke a more playful but equally strong aspect of his desire that managed to press down the more roaring hunger that hid beneath his flesh. Catastrophic passion gave way to playful ardor, and Vanta found his familiar mischievous grin blooming across his face. He didn't speak as his hands went down to the hemline of her skirt and slid his hands under it, letting his thick palms slide over her soft thighs, giving gentle squeezes to her smooth thighs as his fingertips traveled towards the damned garment that was barring the two of them from the pleasure they were both yearning for. His thumbs worked their ways into the elastic before letting it snap back against Andrea. He then let his hands cup under her panties and work themselves around Andrea's amble cheeks.

"What a cruel puzzle," Vanta said, his playful hunger gleaming in his eyes as he stared up at Andrea, "I have no quarrel with your panties. but they are in the way...perhaps if ask nicely? Please Andrea's underwear, would you please see yourselves off of her so the two of us can rut like animals until we are both exhausted?"

The wet spots from where Vanta's cock had fruitlessly tried to penetrate through the cloth spread out across the panties, combined with Andrea's own nectar until shadowy wet lines segmented the garment and then split apart, making the cloth become tattered...but that was not the end. The now freed garment climbed up her back and undid Andrea's bra, which it snapped up in jaws made of torn elastic and cotton and then leapt out from the front of Andrea's dress and flew over Vanta's shoulders before the panties reformed into its previously undisturbed state.

Vanta's playful smile remained, an almost placid expression on his face that hid the anticipation that had finally peaked within Vanta,

"Well, would you look at that?"

And while keeping that same expression upon his face, He took hold of Andrea's butt and bucked her upwards with his hips, his long neglected, ravenous cock ready to impale her upon itself so it could finally delve within and claim pleasures that it and its master had craved for the past 5 days. Vanta groaned as the first penetration happened, yet he forced his eyes open so he could watch Andrea's reaction. He didn't only want the physical pleasure of their loins meeting, he wanted to drink in the sight of Andrea, see how she looked when she was on top. He wanted to drink in her face and every expression she made. Would she maintain her composure and hold on while remaining on top of him, fall back onto the table and demand he take her, or merely hold on as he claimed her? He had to know, even as the next thrust struck even deeper, sending a new burst of pleasure as his head was squeezed and milked.