Coye Vol 2 Ch. 8 (Patreon)

Sorry I didn't finish the RotGM chapter, I didn't plan on doing that drawing. I'll finish it first thing tomorrow.

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The first thing that Coye and Shayla saw when stepping into the older woman’s bedroom was that it fit the aesthetics of the rest of Suzette’s house. That was to say it was dark and brooding and that, like the living before it, it had minimal furniture.

The room’s centerpiece was undoubtedly the large four-poster bed hidden behind a curtain of lacy black drapery. In front of this bed was a single chest that likely held assorted trinkets, which served as an excellent accessory to the elegant furniture. Besides the chest, there was a nightstand on each side of the bed, a fancy mirror on the wall, and a grayish-brown wooden wardrobe.

There wasn’t much else to speak of, but it felt comfortable despite the low level of light pouring in through the black-curtained window.

‘Niiiice,’ Shayla looked at the big bed and nodded. ‘I can think of some fun ways to use those pillar things on the corner of the bed...’ she giggled.

Coye didn’t know what she meant by that and placed his hat on top of the wardrobe. It was a good spot. From there, Shayla would be able to look down on high at anything that happened on the mattress.

Next, he opened up the front drapes and hesitated over whether or not to sit his naked butt down on Suzette’s perfectly made bed. Coye reminded himself his butt would end up touching it, anyway, so there was little point in him getting shy over it now of all times.

The boy only intended to sit, but as he did so, he found it was so comfortable compared to the bed back in his dorm that he couldn’t help but fall backward and rest his entire body against it.

It wasn’t as good as Suzette’s lap, but it was wonderful all the same. It even smelled like her, bringing a smile to the boy’s face.

Shayla raised an eyebrow at the naked, erection-toting bed-sniffer before shaking her head. ‘So,’ she started to speak, continuing to use telepathy so that if Suzette walked in, she would only see Coye mumbling to himself. ‘I see that somebody is losing their grip on their humanity, rolling around and sniffing their Mistress’s bed like a dog.’

“N-No... I’m not rolling around, I-” Coye stopped and looked up at his hat, frowning. “I can explain...!”

‘Oh, don’t worry about explaining yourself. I’m preeeetty sure I get the drift, you little perv.’

“I’m not a...” Coye paused, finding it hard to finish that particular sentence.

‘Go on,’ the Pixie taunted. ‘Try saying the rest of that one out loud, and we’ll see how convincing you can make your denial.’

Biting his tongue back, the boy hung his head in shame. Shayla had a point. Denying he was a pervert just got a whole lot harder after everything that just happened.

‘That’s what I thought,’ Shayla smirked and poked her head out from under the cap. ‘Anyways, are you having with your new friend so far, baby?’

“Y-Yeah...” Coye smiled and scratched behind his ear. “It was actually a little scary to do this kind of thing with someone new, at first, but... the more she touched me, the more natural it felt, and eventually I-I couldn’t think straight...”

She watched him for a moment with a blank face before hitting him with a pointed question that swept him off his guard. ‘Does it feel better than doing it with me?’

Coye paused, feeling a threatening aura manifest and radiate outward from the Pixie. She made it very clear what she expected his answer to be without even having to say a word.

He spoke honestly, shrinking from the sting of Shayla’s glowing eyes boring holes into him. “I can’t compare something like that...! Doing it with you is really nice in a different way, you know? A-And besides, I haven’t even done it with Suzette yet!”

Shayla was silent for an excruciatingly long time, putting Coye on the edge of his seat. ‘Well, I guess that’s true,’ she finally spoke, granting his anxious nerves a relief. ‘Forget about it, big guy. I was just a little curious.’

Coye watched as she gave him what felt like a somewhat menacing smile. He worried whether or not he really did say the right thing, but in truth, Shayla was expecting the boy to thoughtlessly admit to how much better it felt with Suzette, so she chalked this one up as a win.

‘Anyways, you just keep doing your thing, alright? I’m having more than my fair share of fun just getting to watch you guys go at it, so don’t worry about me.’

“Ok,” Coye nodded his head before looking off to the side in thought. “But... um... n-nevermind...”

Shayla rolled her eyes. ‘Come on, spit it out. I know you got something to say.’

He couldn’t resist when she asked him to speak up, so he spoke from the heart and said, “Oh, it’s nothing. I-I was just thinking it would be really nice if you could come out and join us without having to hide... you know?”

A smile again crept up on Shayla’s face, only this time, Coye didn’t feel any menacing aura behind it. ‘I see how it is. You’re saying one girl isn’t enough for you, huh?’

“N-No, not at all! That wasn’t what I meant, I-”

‘I mean, I guess I’m not surprised... at the rate those balls of yours keep making cum, I feel like it actually might take two or three pussies working together to fully drain you.’

“T-T-T-Two or t-t-t-three pussies...?!” Coye almost fainted at the thought of such an orgy. His blood split evenly between his red cheeks and his massive erection, leaving very little for the rest of him.

Shayla had to hold back laughing.

If she did, it would’ve come deep from her gut, and it might even be loud enough for Suzette to hear it. Why did this little cutie have to be so adorable and so entertaining, she wondered?

The fact that he didn’t want to replace her now that he had some new pussy, though, and that he wished Shayla could join in made her feel thoroughly relieved.

Once he gained enough control over his nerves, Coye hunched over and hid his manhood from view with his hands, insisting, “That wasn’t what I meant...! I was trying to say-”

‘I know what you meant, Coye,’ Shayla rested both cheeks on her palms, smiling down at him while blushing bright red. ‘Don’t sweat it.’

Don’t sweat it, he repeated to himself internally.

She’d said that to him before, multiple times, but as Coye looked into her eyes, he felt such warmth that it took his breath away.

Was Shayla always this cute?

Coye didn’t know, but he hoped he’d see this side of her more often.

His silent, open-mouthed staring was starting to embarrass the poor Pixie, but before she could tell him off, they were both startled by a knock on the door followed by a sultry voice that asked, “Darling, are you ready for me?”

‘Welp, that’s my cue...’ Shayla winked at the boy and disappeared under the cap, leaving his sight with a request, asking, ‘Try and put on a decent show for me, won’t you?’

“Yeah, sure thing,” Coye answered both women at the same time.

The door to the bedroom opened, and in walked Suzette. The beautiful older woman had changed into a furry, dark-purple bathrobe while she was gone and removed both her necklaces and her earrings as well.

As Suzette sauntered into the room, Coye marveled at how the robe fit snug to her curves and only covered up the bare minimum amount of her thighs. It provided an enticing glance at her long legs that felt like they went on forever.

“You are very, very lucky, young man...” The older woman put her hands on her hips and cocked her head.

Coye gulped, his eyes drawn to her barely covered tits. “Don’t I know it...” he mumbled, earning an appreciative chuckle from Suzette.

“Cute, I’ll give you points for that one. Not what I’m talking about, though. You’re lucky that I still had some alchemical cleaner leftover from... from...” Suzette blanked out again, her eyes gazing off into the middle distance.

“From what?” Coye asked, hoping to snap her out of her latest stupor.

Suzette centered herself and played it off, smiling. “Oh, never you mind, Darling. More importantly, I’m saying that my couch is officially stain-free for now. I’ll definitely have to pick up some more if we end up making this a habit...”

Coye lit up at the suggestion, asking, “I-Is there a chance of that happening...?”

The older woman brought her hand to her mouth, covering up a series of laughs. “Who knows?” She said, trying to tease him.

Suzette shut the door behind her and approached her own bed, swinging her wide hips with every step and eating up the attention he gave her. She was still trying to maintain an aura of dignity, but inside, she struggled to keep it up and appear as if she were in control.

Maybe if this did become a habit, as she suggested, she’d stop having to act, and the stern older woman routine would become more natural. Suzette hoped that was the case, as she found putting on airs difficult.

“Now, then...” She looked down at Coye sitting atop her bed as she towered over the boy. Her face was red, and the memory of Coye’s lips and his strong hands was still fresh in her mind. “How are you feeling so far, Darling?”

Coye gulped as he fought against his baser self not to ogle her shapely thighs or tits. As he made eye contact, he told her, “Um... r-really good, but...”

“But it’s not enough?” Suzette sighed, finishing his sentence.

“Y-Yeah, but... it’s not your fault, I promise... it’s me...” Coye whined, staring down at his feet.

Suzette shook her head and laughed. “Trust me, I’m aware... I guess I’ll have to push you a bit farther, won’t I? Hmm... I believe you said something about wanting to be sucked off?”

Coye’s mouth opened, and he struggled to contain his drool. He nodded his head, his cock panging with vicious intent. “Yes... I’d love that. I mean, I’ve never had a... er... you know what, before...”

With her pettiness forcing her hand, Shayla corrected him. ‘I gave you two blowjobs back to back hardly even a few hours ago, asshole!’

“N-Not since that evil Pixie laid her hands on me...” Coye added to placate her and sneak in a jab.

‘Ngh, you’re such a little bitch.’ Shayla grumbled.

“Well, I’ll see what I can do...” Suzette smiled and gestured for Coye to scoot back far enough to give her room to join him on the mattress.

She inched towards him. Suzette raised her palms and placed them on both of Coye’s naked pecs without a word.

“Ahh...!” Coye whimpered, feeling the warmth of her hand touching his sensitive skin.

Then, Suzette pushed with all her strength.

Coye let out a very un-manly yelp as he fell backward into the softness beneath him, Suzette giggling at his pitiful noises. She couldn’t help thinking about this boy and his strange tastes.

From what little she knew, all men ever wanted to do was be on top and amuse themselves.

Coye was different in that he seemed to enjoy being pushed around, teased, told what to do, and taken advantage of. This suited her just fine, even though she struggled to adapt to the harsh yet rewarding lover Coye responded so well toward.

She enjoyed herself in this role, but doubts still weighed on her mind. Especially as she stared down at the naughty, throbbing cock still towering between his legs.

The audacity of it.

She had wrung it dry with her hands- twice- and yet it still stood like a pulsating red monolith. It was daunting, and Suzette feared she would break character the second it was inside her.

Gods, that thing is going inside me, she remembered.

Suzette gulped as she fought back her own saliva, remembering what came next.

“I just want to tell you something, Darling...” Suzette warned him as she approached like a cat about to pounce. “Don’t get your hopes up too high. I don’t know how good this old lady will be at this.”

‘Reassure her,’ Shayla advised, feeling sympathetic. ‘Tell her that it’s ok.’

“That’s ok... I-I really don’t think you could let me down at all. I’ll be happy with whatever you want to do to me...” Coye looked into Suzette’s eyes as he smiled in total sincerity.

“Well, that’s reassuring...” Suzette said as she lowered her face between his legs. “Are you ready for me, then?”

Coye propped himself up with his hands so that he had an unhindered view of the woman approaching his pulsing rod. “I don’t know,” he answered truthfully, unsure if he could handle what came next, “But I want it really bad...”

“I hadn’t noticed,” Suzette teased, pausing as her mouth inched close enough for him to feel the explosive warmth of her hot breath on his member.

“Hwaa...!” Coye shivered and recoiled at the feeling, goosebumps forming all over his skin as he watched the woman draw even closer.

She opened her mouth wide with the intent to pleasure him, grabbing the bottom of his shaft with her left hand and angling it toward her lips. Extending her smooth tongue, Suzette made first contact as she lapped carefully at the precum pooling on his urethra.

Coye shouted at the first touch, arching his back and losing control already.

‘Figures,’ Shayla sighed, knowing this would happen. ‘Try not to cum so fast this time around... if you can help it, that is.’

Suzette idled on Coye’s tip without moving, letting her tongue rest against him as she closed her eyes.

She was studying the taste of his flesh and his pre.

Suzette absorbed the texture and the mouthfeel while witnessing this contact’s effect on him. Suzette could hardly believe how Coye seemed to have lost his entire damn mind just from one single lick.

Were blowjobs really that strong? Suzette resolved to find out.

She spread her tongue gently across more of his twitching cockhead, making a low, drawn-out moaning sound as she did. Her actions were exaggerated as she licked and licked, glaring at every jerk of his hips and taking in every last one of his girlish cries.

Suzette gave his frenulum a wet kiss, sucking down on it as she pulled away. “Darling, I’ve barely even done a single thing to you, and you already look so pitiful...”

“N-No...!” He bit his lower lip, tears forming yet again. “Don’t call me p-pitiful...!”

“Why not?” Suzette asked, licking from the rim of his head up to his urethra a second time. “Pitiful seems as good a word as any to describe how low you’ve fallen, you silly little boy... why, just look at you. You have this big, stubborn rod that won’t go down no matter what you do to it, and you come here, of all places, practically crawling to see the one, beautiful, presumably desperate widow you know in the hopes that she would take pity on you... what would you call that, my Darling, if not pitiful?”

‘Whoa,’ Shayla blushed at Suzette’s rhetoric, wondering what sort of monster Coye had created by giving the widow an outlet to nurture her sexual repression. ‘I wouldn’t even blame you if you blow your load early after hearing that...’

Strength left Coye’s body, and he sunk back into the bed again in time, with Suzette taking his cock into her mouth for the first time, giving him no chance to defend himself from her accusations.

Still, he struggled to say something back. “T-That’s not... why I came... here... I-I... I...!!”

“I know, I know...” Suzette pulled away, her lips sliding off his tip and making a popping sound. “You’re just too cute when I tease you, Darling...”

Smirking at the pitiful boy, she rubbed along his shaft with her hand and peppered a series of kisses down his length. Next, she went past it to deliver a firm kiss on each of Coye’s balls, filling up with amusement as they reflexively tightened into his sack on contact.

At the risk of ruining her momentum and cultivated persona, Suzette asked for more direct feedback. “Mmm... does this feel good? Am I doing it right, Coye?”

“Yesss...” he moaned. “Feels so gooood...”

Coye had trouble thinking rationally. The entire Realm had shrunk to the size of this bedroom, and his pleasured cock was at the center of it all. He would be a happy boy if he could simply lie there, Suzette attending to his needs by licking, kissing, and sucking away at him for the rest of the day.

His head was empty to the point where Shayla had to remind him there was more to blowjobs than just that.

‘Hey, hey! I know that feels good and everything, but you aren’t gonna settle for just a few licks, are you? Remember what I told you earlier today! Don’t you wanna see what it feels like for her to take you into her mouth and suck you dry, baby?’

“H-Haahhh yesss...!” Coye arched his back at the Pixie’s playful suggestion, inadvertently pushing the tip of his dick past Suzette’s tongue and into her mouth.

“Mmph...!” Suzette was surprised at first over the thrust, but it served as a catalyst for the woman to push herself further to give Coye the pleasure he so desperately needed.

She pulled away again, taunting him with, “Someone sure is an impatient little man,” before diving back down and swallowing two whole inches of his cock.

She sucked on his twitching head, bobbing herself up and down while pursing her lips to keep her teeth from hitting his sizable girth. Her slurping became louder, making Coye’s spine tingle and his balls pulse with red hot desire.

“Oh, Gods... ohh, ohhhh...!” He threw his neck left and right, crying into the dark bedroom as ecstasy continued to surge throughout him.

Watching with absolute glee, Shayla’s own heat began to rise, and she trailed her hand between her thighs. Another second later, she was working herself again with her slender fingers.

‘How does it feel, big guy? Is it everything I told you it’d be?’ Shayla asked, desperate for details that would turn her on even more.

“It feels so gooood...!” Coye answered, one of his hands shakily reaching out for the older woman’s head. He slipped his fingers through her dark, silky locks and clenched down, not pulling but taking them in his palm.

Suzette was surprised that he started to handle her in such a way, but as long as he wasn’t rough, she figured she could allow him his whim. She thought that there would be time for roughness once she improved at what she was doing.

Shayla loved to hear Coye expressing himself without such restraint, and his admission of joy got her even hotter, just as she wanted.

‘What’d I tell you, huh?’ She teased. ‘I... mn, I told you getting your dick sucked by someone your own size would feel insane, didn’t I...?’

“Yes, yes, yesss...! It’s so amazing...!!” Coye had literal tears of joy streaming down the side of his face as this mind-numbing pleasure spread throughout his body the more Suzette sucked him off.

Not knowing that Coye was actually talking to an unseen third party, Suzette was growing emboldened by his childish outbursts. She had thought he was blurting out random praises for her work, and the more he gave, the more Suzette wanted to give back.

Her head started to bob faster, her hand stroked harder, and the strength of her sucking doubled over. Knowing that he liked it when she did, she would also stop every so often to lick along his length and cover him in kisses.

Suzette’s skill might have been unrefined, but the way she fawned over the boy’s dick was sincere, and it came from the very depths of her heart.

She could feel his release approaching, his cum boiling over deep within. When Suzette thought about how it would all come torrenting in her mouth like a geyser of semen, her pussy clenched in anticipation while she felt nervous at the same time.

It wasn’t time for him to cum yet, Suzette decided.

She pulled away, gripped him by the base of his cock, and stopped the flow before it could accumulate any further. Coye groaned, aching for release, while Suzette watched on with a smirk.

“You’re just too adorable, my little Darling...” Her face was red with rapturous heat, her moist lips dribbling drool down onto Coye’s fierce cock. “Yet, I think you’re getting ahead of yourself... you’re about to cum again, aren’t you? Hm, that’s no good. I wonder what would happen if I stopped for a few minutes and-”

Coye’s despair was immediate and loud.

“No!” The feeble adventurer begged, his body convulsing in the search for more pleasure, wiggling his hips. “No, please, please... no! Don’t stoppp...!!”

With a mocking grin, Suzette laughed to herself. “Can’t even take more than a little bit of teasing, can you? Pitiful, pitiful, pitiful...”

‘Hey, I bet if you admit to it, then she’ll let you cum, big guy.’ Shayla used the chance to join in on the teasing, the twisted arousal on his face doing wonders for her own pleasure.

Coye looked up at the beautiful widow, who was growing more confident in her skills as a woman by the moment. He knew just by the look in her eyes that Suzette wasn’t afraid of teasing him even harder than this, maybe even harder than Shayla typically did.

As things stood, Coye knew he couldn’t take much more- yet, his release would come at the cost of whatever sliver of pride still remained within him.

That seemed a fair trade to him since there was only so much he had left to give up.

“Yes, I’m... I’m pitiful...!” Coye whined as his neck craned backward, staring up at the ceiling in conflicted misery. “I-I can’t take anymore, Suzette...! It feels so good that I’m gonna... nngh... gonna lose my mind if I don’t get to... to cummm...!!”

Suzette watched the boy take the plunge, falling to his lowest low in what looked like total glee. The beating of her heart sped to a lightning tempo, confidence and power coursing through her veins.

I did this, she thought to herself as she looked down at the boy begging for more.

During the handjobs, Suzette still felt a tinge of hesitation, and it embarrassed her when Coye started to suck from her bosom, but everything was falling into place for her now.

All it took was for Coye to be beneath her, his cock throbbing for release, for everything to make sense.

Suzette licked her lips and drew closer to him without actually touching his area of need.

“So, you want to cum, do you?” She asked, her voice low and husky and her gaze serious.

“Yesss...!!” Coye trembled, answering with no hesitation.

‘Fuck yes,’ Shayla agreed, feeling the wonders of masturbation as she pleased her clit to the sight of Coye’s torment.

“Really?” Suzette grasped the root of his cock tighter, giving it a single stroke upward.

Tossing and turning about the bed like a spoiled brat who would do anything to get his way, Coye shouted, “Yes, yes, yessss...!!”

He was lucky that Suzette found that she had a thing for spoiled brats.

She leaned down even further, her lips just shy of touching his steamy manhood still wet with her saliva. “Good boy,” Suzette said, rewarding him, knowing that the words would numb his mind and spread warmth through his body.

Then, she took his cock as far as it could go down her mouth.

Suzette could only handle a little over half of him before it became a burden as a novice. Coye was about to cum, so she didn’t want to go playing with fire during her first blowjob. Not when she had already seen firsthand how potent and forceful his pleasurable eruptions were.

It wouldn’t be long now. Coye had reached out and grabbed both sides of Suzette’s head, his jaw shut tight as he gritted his teeth at the oncoming surge.

“I’m... cumming...!” Coye warned, his voice cracking as he raised it. “I’m g-gonna cum so hard...!!”

Shayla was on all fours, bending forward and penetrating her sweet sex with two of her fingers while she watched Suzette suck like there was no tomorrow. She was on the verge himself, shouting lewd encouragement into his mind, ‘Do it, baby! Drown that slutty milf in your thick fucking cum!’

Coye began to twitch even faster, and to keep herself in charge of things, Suzette grabbed both sides of the boy’s hips as he started cumming straight into her mouth.

As much as his instincts would’ve liked him to, Coye didn’t have the strength left in him to attempt forcing his cock upward into Suzette’s throat. She was sapping his energy right along with his cum, sucking out as much as she could and then some more.

The stream of steaming semen poured down her throat in what felt like a flood, coating her esophagus until she had to gasp for air fifteen seconds into his orgasm.

Suzette breathed in and out, her tongue covered in the white-hot fluid which warmed her insides. Thick globs of it ran down the sides of her mouth as she panted, drizzling down to her chin and falling off of her like raindrops.

The absence of Suzette’s hot, wet mouth caused the boy to whine, “Ahh- S-Suzette...!” as his head rolled back through the orgasm. He was terrified his milfy Goddess had abandoned him here in his time of greatest need.

She rolled her eyes and smiled at his pathetic display. “Yes, yes, Darling, I’m still here... ahh,” while Suzette couldn’t bring herself to swallow anymore, after catching her breath, she did the next best thing.

The widow stroked him at high speed with her left hand and licked Coye’s orgasming tip using deep, purposeful circular motions that covered him in hot saliva.

This helped to milk even more out of him, wave after wave of his cream pouring against her face and coating the bangs that Suzette wore over her left eye. She didn’t mind, though. As long as Coye felt good, she didn’t care about how much of a mess he made.

She kept going until he couldn’t shoot another drop.

‘Fuuuuck...!’ Shayla watched Coye collapse into the soft mattress, melting into a twitching, messy puddle of a boy. ‘It’s not f-fucking fair. I haven’t even gotten you to cum that hard, damn it...!’

Her jealousy was only matched by her own arousal, leading to a highly complex orgasm as the Pixie came all over her hand, squirting out her sparkly sexual fluid all over the wardrobe.

The widow herself was the only one who didn’t get any pleasure this time around. Suzette found plenty of enjoyment in gifting the boy with joy and teasing him, of course, but she was starting to feel the need for more as well.

Sitting up, the older woman wiped away what she could of Coye’s semen from her face with her hand. “Well, I certainly hope that was worth ruining my hair, Darling...”

Coye smiled weakly at the ceiling, unable to lift his head enough to meet her. “I-I’m sorry about that, but... I totally think it was...”

Suzette giggled but felt a smidge disappointed that he might have inched closer to relief. “Is that so? Are you actually starting to feel better, then?”

His answer was a surprise to both her and to Shayla.

“I think so, yeah!” His smile widened, and his voice was tinged with optimism.

For the last few days, he’d been suffering through a bizarre sexual hell where true relief escaped him at every turn. It was hard not to sound optimistic when he saw the beginnings of a beam of light at the end of the tunnel.

“I’m starting to get kinda tired, and I feel better and better each time you, um... s-squeeze one out of me. At this rate, I feel like we might be getting close.”

Suzette exhaled with a relieved smile. “I’m so glad to hear that,” she told him, reaching out and patting his thigh to comfort him. Patting turned to stroking, and not long after, stroking turned to groping. “But... I take that to mean we still need to keep going?”

Coye made a lewd noise as Suzette groped his inner thigh with lust, nodding his head. “Y-Yeah, that’s right...”

“Thank the Gods. You have no idea how livid I would be if you passed out on me before I got to have any fun, Darling.” Suzette teased, then stood up on her knees to look down at Coye.

Her hands reached for the drawstrings of her fuzzy purple bathrobe, pulling the knot open but keeping her hands in place to prevent the robe from showing off her skin.

A flicker of unease appeared in her eye as she looked away before asking, “May I confess something, Coye?”

“Um...” Coye blinked, forcing himself to stare at the woman’s face and not at the tight-fitting robe that begged to be opened. “Sure, yeah.”

“My husband and I were... never all that intimate,”

‘Called it,’ Shayla chimed inappropriately.

“I know the last thing you want to hear right now is about my sexual history, but I felt it was important to apologize in advance if this next part isn’t good enough for you...”

Suzette was looking despondent, which Coye didn’t understand. He didn’t care about all of that, not one bit.

“There’s no way I’ll be disappointed,” he said, smiling. “You’re beautiful, Mrs- agh, sorry... you’re beautiful, Suzette. I don’t care about any of that stuff. I just want to be with you.”

Shayla pumped her fist, proud of the boy for landing that critical hit. She didn’t even have to tell him to say that, either.

There was silence as Suzette stared into his eyes. “Really, Darling? Do you really think I’m... beautiful?”

Coye thought about it for a moment. Not about whether or not she was beautiful. That was obvious.

What he dwelled on was himself.

A week ago, he never would’ve guessed he would be in a situation where he laid beneath a nearly-nude woman who was waiting with bated breath for his praise. Let alone that he would have the courage necessary to say the words that would seal the deal.

“Of course I do.”

Suzette responded not with words but with actions. She pulled apart her robe at long last, letting the boy devour her with his eyes.

Coye breathed in her everything, his eyes absorbing the sight of Suzette’s enormous breasts and the immense curve of her hips, the bit of healthy pudge to her tummy, her alluring navel, and even the neatly trimmed bush that sat atop her drenched slit.

Sweet juices were dripping down her meaty thighs, and as he stared at them, Suzette’s face reddened. “And how about now?” She asked. “Still beautiful?”

As transfixed as he was, he forced himself to focus back on her face and nod his head. After swallowing his nervousness, he managed to bring himself to say, “Even better.”

Satisfied and feeling a heavy load alleviated from her heart, Suzette giggled and allowed the robe to entirely slip off of her body as it tumbled to the floor behind her. “Good answer, Darling,” she smiled. “Now, make sure you’re nice and comfortable. Before I can get you back into fighting shape, you and I are going on an adventure of our own.”