[SNEAK PEEK]The Onus to Orgasm
Clay's never going to get to cum at this rate.
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The Onus to Orgasm By Limewah Subscriber Reward for Flarfenarfle (Jul + Sep 2024) Featuring Citrine’s character SNEAK PEEK
“I need to cum I need to cum I need to cum I need to cum…”
At this point, Clayton’s internal monologue was an external one. He was a mess, both inside and out.
The Braixen witch looked like shit. The spiralling pink tattoos and markings on his body had none of their usual glow, and his fur was matted and clumped. His leotard was constantly bulging between the legs, extremely prominent beneath his coat. He hadn’t bathed in a while, and he positively reeked with a mixture of dirt and pheromonal B.O.
For someone jam-packed full of hypnotic enchantments, this wouldn’t normally have been a bad thing. His scent bound most minds to his will almost instantaneously, and there were times where he had adoring fans following him with glowing pink eyes and placid smiles.
Not even their attention could bring him to climax. He was plugged up, no matter how painfully hard his cock got, or how much his balls tightened and churned. It was no good.
He was trying his fucking hardest, though… he was fucking one of his latest ‘thralls’ in some dirty alley in some godforsaken town whose name he was too horny to even remember. The ermine was gasping with pleasure, each thrust making her pretty eyes pulse with even more colour. Her eyes were rolled upwards, her tongue lolled out to the side, and she kept trying to stop herself from moaning so she could breathe in Clayton’s intoxicating stench.
“Rrrngh…” Clayton tried every single method he could think of. Slow thrusts, quicker pistoning paces, even just burying himself balls deep and letting her clenching do all the work.
None of it was doing shit.
He gave up and pulled away, letting the fuck-drunk, musk-drunk girl slide down to the dirty floor of the alley.
“Thaaaank you…” she groaned happily. “Was it good for you, Master…?”
“No it wasn’t.” Clay said, more to himself than to her.
“Yaaay…” the girl giggled. She wasn’t even listening to him either.
Clay stuffed his hard dick back beneath his undergarments - it was a struggle wedging that tool inside. In the months of being cursed, he’d still not figured out the knack.
He gritted his teeth and growled with frustration. The growl turned into a sniffle, followed by a sob. He blubbered and leaned forward the brick wall, just over the dazed mustelid.
“You made me cum so much, Master,” she cooed.
“Huh? Oh, that’s n-nice for you…” Clay said. He felt his cock pulse downward in the direction of her face, eager to bury itself in her again. She leaned up towards it, opening her mouth, ready to suck him right through the fabric.
Her soft lips against his cocktip were like a hot iron. He pulled away with a yelp and cried out. His head tilted back and he began to cry loudly, like a lovelorn drunk.
“Whyyy-hyy-hyyyyy….” his cries were full-throated, loud enough for passers-by to rubberneck down the alley, see the pathetic sight, and move on with silent judgement.
“Are you alright, Master…?”
“GO AWAY!” Clay wailed.
“As you wish, Master~!”
“Come ON, at least try to sound like you care!” Clay whined, deflated.
“Oh, I’m sorry Master…”
She sounded like she didn’t mean it at all. How could she? She was so zonked out she couldn’t feel any emotions other than ‘happy’ and ‘horny’. The last place he was ever going to get any sympathy was from one of his thralls.
Not that he could imagine keeping any one of his thralls at this point. He was too horny, too painfully unsatisfied, to get any pleasure out of their obedience. The sweet release eluded him, tortured him and took all of the joy from his life.
Feeling sorry for himself was the only recourse he had. He sank down to the floor and kept blubbering to himself.
“Is that… Clayton Firestick himself~?”
The voice was flirtatious, excitable, and very familiar.
Clay looked up, and it took a moment to blink the tears from his eyes, so the pink smear clarified into a svelte cat, dressed in a pretty orange dress. The sun behind Felicity was turning him into a dark silhouette, and Clay had to squint to see the bemused smirk on his face.
“I would ask how you’re doing, but… looks to me like you’re doing pret-ty bad!” Felicity’s tail swished to and fro, and his hips were moving in counterpoint. “Was that white-furred girly yours? And you just let her walk off? It’s not like you to fumble a plaything, foxie!”
“Hnngh…” Clay groaned. “Please don’t tell anyone I’m living like this…”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetie~!” Felicity approached with a spring in his step, and it didn’t falter even as he got in range of Clay’s intoxicating aroma. “Ohh, you need a wash, don’cha?”
That pricked Clay’s ears. He looked up.
“Wait, my scent’s not putting you under…?”
“Should it be? C’mon, silly, you know Meowster Citrine’s mind-wards are too strong for that! My mind’s locked tighter than a bank vault!”
Clay began to cry again. He lunged for Felicity’s ankles and grabbed on.
“Mrrp?”
“Thank fuck…!” Clayton blubbered. “Finally! I can actually talk to someone again… someone who can help me…!”
“Errr… nice to see you too?” Felicity shrugged. “Especially after last time…”
“What happened last time?” Clay looked up.
“Oh, you turned into your snow leopard form and zonked your way out of the manor! We spent weeks cleaning the place up…”
Clay detected a hint of annoyance in Felicity’s tittering laugh.
“S-sorry…”
“Apology accepted, but I think Meowster’s the one you should really apologise to.”
Clayton’s heart sank, and his cock jumped, for very similar reasons. He’d just come off a long stint as a thrall to a serpentine warlock - with no release of course - and had been used as a sex toy for basically everyone in that snake’s little harem. He didn’t relish the idea of going right back into that level of servitude. Especially not with Citrine. That witch had his hooks in deep - deeper than almost everyone else he knew. He wouldn’t be able to resist the cat’s power, and then he’d go right back to being an over-fucked stimtoy.
“Well, you can tell him I said sorry, and hi, so, I’m just gonna…” Clayton scrambled back to his feet. “Bye-!”
Before he could get more than two steps, he felt something stamp down on his tail and pin it to the ground.
“AUGH!” he turned around. Felicity had one of his high-heeled paws pressed down on the Braixen’s fluffy tail, pressing down with just enough force to hold him still. Felicity’s grin was even wider, even more shit-eating than the first glance.
“Come on, now. You’re not gonna try n’ leave before we can have a proper catch-up?”