Superheroine-Seducing Accountant, Chapter 43: Meeting Celyne
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I knew that Stitch was becoming increasingly attached to me - I did have eyeballs, after all. She thought I was sexy, and had noticed that I was willing to indulge all her myriad wild kinks, and that I considered her attractive, which apparently distinguished me from most guys. So it was understandable that she liked me.

After how things had gone with Kabb, and my own attempts to escape confinement, I was left feeling like I couldn't get out.

Fortunately, Stitch had some of her own views on my predicament. It wasn't that she had some clever idea to help me escape captivity, oh no. It was simply that she had a way of helping me forget all about said captivity: by giving me lots and lots of blowjobs. With her big tongue... fuck.

It wasn't that she was a dedicated fellatrix with a sense of pride about it like Mira - rather, it all made sense when you took into account the situation from her perspective. She clearly had a kink about watching men have sex with women, getting fucked from multiple directions, that kind of thing. She had watched me get fucked by a slime girl, and by a cute big titted goblin. For me, that sex was great and fun and had pretty much zero downsides, other than possibly Bup following me around in this sort-of cute sort-of stupid sort-of creepy way. For her, though? Imagine that you meet a cute girl, and she's hot and has basically been kidnapped by a villain to join his harem. You then promptly whore her out to a crude big-dicked shota and a rape goblin.

I was letting her make it up to me, just sitting on the edge of my bed, her big fat tongue lapping at the underside of my cock as she did her equivalent of "deepthroating" me. Her nose was pressed into my groin, cool and wet feeling, and her throat squeezed the very tip of my dick, while her tongue rubbed all along the underside, sliding back and forth, a soft, repetitive movement that made me just groan. My hands were down on her ears, playing with them, scratching them, enjoying the feeling of the sexy woman's ears. I could tell she liked the touch, by the way she'd pant around my dick, those warm breaths of her seeming to suggest a feeling of serene satisfaction, which was both cute and sexy as hell.

"How do you feel about facials?" I asked her, earning a quizzical look as she remained in her position on my dick. "It's where I cum on your face."

She peeled back, this slow, languid movement that made me gasp, her wet tongue flapping against the very tip. "I like a guy's taste. That salty cum's like telling me, yeah, you're good at sucking dick," she explained. "Also that sounds real messy," she added, before swooping back down my length in a single quick movement, making me gasp.

"Got it," I breathed, my legs wobbling, until at last I came, groaning and jerking as I sprayed hot seed right into the back of her mouth. She greedily took it, tongue wiggling along the tip of my dick as she slid back far enough. With her longer mouth and lack of human cheeks, I worried that it'd spill, but she managed to keep it all in there as she hungrily feasted on my cum, tongue waggling excitedly in her mouth as she got a full load. Once I was completely spent, she peeled herself up off my dick, swallowing happily with this cute note of satisfaction to her gaze. "Ah... you mentioned earlier that you had some ideas on other people to ask to help me get free?"

"Oh, yeah," Stitch agreed. Her lips fidgeted in a way that looked very strange on her doglike snout, but which I had come to recognize as implying nervousness. "I'm not saying this just to watch or anything, but Celyne, she's a sorceress, like Kabb. She might know. But she's a real rake, you know?" I nodded along. "A man-eater. Big tits, hot bod, the kind of gal who can get anything."

"Women like novelty, and I'm new," I said, earning a little bark of a laugh from Stitch.

"Guess that's true," Stitch agreed.

* * *

Celyne was definitely the sort of woman who took your breath away with her body. I mean, I'd been fucking literal superheroines, and also apparently an evil fae queen, but Celyne was like... hips and tits and smooth dark chocolate skin, long flowing silken black hair, a fashion sense that accentuated her best points, and long, pointy ears. My dick was rock hard pretty much instantly on seeing her, and Stitch was watching with interest as I approached the other woman. She looked at me with this curious smile. "Another hot piece of ass for me to fuck?" She asked, with this cocky grin, stepping forward. She was tall, too - towering a full head over me, almost the right height for her tits to just mash right into my face. "You shouldn't have, Stitch."

"This is Roger. He wants to ask you some questions after you're done," Stitch added.

Celyne hummed, her fingers trailing along my cheek down my neck. Her breaths were soft as she stared down at me, her eyes full of meaning. "I think he wants to fuck me for his own sake, doesn't he?" She asked me, grinning all the while. "You don't need any questions answered. Not when you could get this..." Her hand trailed along the curve of her inner breast, definitely attracting my attention...

But I am not some idiot. Also I'd just been fucking Stitch and Bup, so my dick had gotten plenty of work done. One nice thing about being constantly sexually satiated - women couldn't really manipulate you with sex any more. "I do. It's just some simple stuff about the vow keeping me here, that's all."

"Oh, is that all?" She pushed her tongue against her cheek, looking me over. I could practically feel Stitch over to one side, watching the whole thing with bated breath. "I suppose I can answer a few questions about that kind of thing... if you can still talk once I'm done with you," she said, grinning. "Let's go to my home - you'll like it more if it's not in public, I think," she said, with a little wink to me before she turned around.

She actually did that hip-swinging strut thing. I don't know what it's called. I hadn't seen it basically... outside of video games, back in my own world. But it definitely attracted my attention, and I followed her; Stitch followed too.

* * *

Stitch felt awkward as she stepped inside Celyne's house. Should she have brought Roger here right from the start? She wasn't sure. She'd avoided it, mostly because Celyne was... Celyne. Yeah, it was hot to watch a pure estrogen sex goddess just fuck a guy silly. But that was exactly what worried her: maybe the fact that it was so hot, was why she had jumped to that idea so quickly.

Stitch liked all kinds of porn, though she hadn't seen any since she'd joined "the harem". Instead, there was voyeurism, and Celyne gave the best shows. She had that sense to her, that overpowering femininity that left a guy hooked, the kind that, obviously, like any red-blooded American girl, Stitch wished she had herself. Only Fals was in competition, in terms of that kind of dominant-sexiness vibe. It was hard to put your finger on, but there was something about watching a guy go into toe-curling pleasure from some tall, busty chick.

Stitch kinda wished her tits were bigger, by the way Roger's gaze was drawn to them. She knew not all guys were like that with big tits, but fuck it was a hot thing, watching his eyes just follow those big round bouncing things as Celyne peeled her way out of her dress. Every little shift of her hips, of her feet, of her legs, felt like it was grinding her pussy against her panties, for how intensely turned on she was by the show. The only way it could really have been better is if Celyne was lactating and Roger was one of those guys who got all heady from the scent. Fuck. She'd look like such a freak if she stuffed her hand into her cunt right now, before the two had even started.

Once Celyne was naked, she just smiled, stepping towards Roger and starting to strip him. "Lost for words?" She teased, as his gaze remained fixed on her tits. "Lots of men are, when they first see a pair like this."

Stitch thought that she saw Roger flicking his gaze over her way, but it was only for a microsecond, if so. His eyes soon turned back up to Celyne's own. "They're nice," he told her. "I've seen bigger, though."

"Oh have you, now?" There was a disbelieving note in Celyne's voice, but it was also the sort that said she didn't care. She reached down for Roger's pants and just pulled them down, letting his cock bounce into the open air. She wore a cocky little grin as her hand went to it, stroking the thing. "I've seen bigger too," she told him.

Even if she liked Roger, even if she definitely liked the fact that he seemed to kinda like her too, right then? She wanted to see Celyne just shove Roger down on the bed and fuck him senseless. Teach him a lesson for cocky lines like that. She was in full voyeur mode, and she found that kind of porn hot - the cocky guy who was defeated by his own needy cock. A line like that was pretty much asking for it, too. She started panting, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she did.

"Just lie down on my bed," Celyne said, with an absent flick of her hair over her shoulder. "I'll show you what a real woman can do to a man." Roger quirked an eyebrow, but he complied, lying down and letting Celyne move to straddle him. Her pink sex lewdly contrasted her dark skin, but Roger's eyes were right on her tits the whole time, not even seeming to care about her cunt. Stitch finally popped the button on her pants and stuffed one hand deep in her underwear, starting to play with herself as she watched.

Celyne started her movements off pretty slow, engulfing Roger's cock in a long, languid movement. When she had him fully engulfed inside her, she squeezed - Stitch could tell as much by the way Celyne's muscles tensed and Roger's faint groan of pleasure in response. His hips twitched a bit, as she rested atop him, starting to really rub her pussy around on his cock. "I'm tight, aren't I?" She asked Roger, with this cocky smirk, one hand going down to grope his pec. "Tightest you've ever had," she added, visibly squeezing on his cock once more.

"Tight," he agreed, "but not the tightest." Celyne sniffed at that, sounding annoyed for the moment, and Roger's hands came up to her breasts, cupping one in either hand. Fuck that was hot, seeing his pale, strong hands wrapped around those big brown tits, the contrast as he played with them, absently kneading the copious quantity of flesh there. Stitch licked her lips at the show, her tongue flapping out as she frantically masturbated. It was so damn sexy, seeing the cool and cocky Roger just losing himself in the moment, his cock taking charge of his brain and making him just love and lust after everything Celyne was doing to him.

Celyne, for her part, started to pound away at his cock shortly thereafter. Roger groaned, fingers digging into her breasts, his hips bucking up into the woman atop him. Stitch openly panted at the whole scene, the sexiness of it absolutely intoxicating as she played with herself. Celyne herself started to really work her hips on Roger too, not just going up and down, but adding a bit of a twist to the movements, clearly intensifying his pleasure by the way he gasped in response. His face was so sexy, the way he was trying to hold back from just coming or making it too obvious how good he was feeling.

One of his hands suddenly snapped from Celyne's tits down to her clit, moving at superspeed as he started to rub at the dark-skinned woman's most sensitive spot. Fuck, that woman-pleasing streak of Roger's was definitely his sexiest point, and in the moment, Stitch could make believe that it was because Celyne had just done such a good job of fucking herself on his cock that he felt forced to do it. A bit of saliva dribbled down Stitch's tongue and hit the floor - then Celyne orgasmed, casting her head back and letting out a moan as she simply planted herself against Roger's cock.

Stitch let out a faint sigh at the sight, knowing by long experience what that meant. She had never seen a guy feel Celyne's tight cunt squeezing on his cock and not come, so she watched Roger's face expectantly, wanting to see the moment he orgasmed, her eyes occasionally flicking down to his hips... but he wasn't coming, she realized, after Celyne's orgasm finally finished. He hadn't come at all. If anything, he seemed more refreshed and ready to go now than he had been before...

Fuck. It was like he was a damn sex machine! Stitch's hand in her cunt got even more enthusiastic, as she stared at the scene before her, wild-eyed and wet-pussied all the while. Her tongue flashed out, lapping at her lips again, and she just relished the whole damn show, as Celyne took a few moments to realize that Roger hadn't come - and then promptly resumed bouncing on his dick again.

"You're a tough one, huh?" She asked. "I've seen tough guys like you before. Ones who think they can control their cock. That my pussy isn't going to take their breath away." She reached down for his lips, one finger pressing against them. "They never can," she added. Fuck. That was so hot. Stitch wished she was that cool and confident, as Celyne continued to bounce away. "In the end, your cock is just like any other man's. And my pussy, is the best," she explained, intensifying her pace atop Roger.

Stitch came before Celyne did for a second time, mewling like an animal as she did so. Her whole body bucked in place, her eyes wild as she stared at Roger, expecting him to come at any moment - but he didn't. That was hot in its own way, especially given that she had made Roger come before, managed a pretty good job of it... fuck. She wanted to clamber in and rub her pussy all over Roger's face, but Celyne didn't like that kind of stuff nearly as much as Stitch, and they were ultimately supposed to be making a good impression on her, so she'd help Roger out.

* * *

Celyne ground her pussy down against Roger's cock, simply squeezing the inner muscles around his length. She'd had men like this in the past - it was unsatisfying, in a way, when they just refused to come. Not really that unsatisfying, since she still got to enjoy herself, and she didn't really care if they didn't. But it was a nice little ego boost each time they came their brains out, especially given how she normally barely had to work for it, their cocks just spraying hot seed inside her the moment her tight cunt gripped them.

That was basically what they were for - making her come, then orgasming inside her, spraying their hot and sticky cum inside her and silently admitting that she had made them feel good despite putting in hardly any effort at all. She decided not to waste too much time wondering about what his problem was and just enjoy herself. His hard cock rubbed all along her inner walls, and those diligent fingers of his were practically magic as they slid across her clit, vibrating in some incomprehensibly pleasant way.

"Can we switch positions?" He asked. She frowned at that for a moment, then smiled.

"Sure. You can be on top," she decided. Seeing him pound his hips away at her cunt would be a nice change of pace, and make things easier on her. She liked the man on top - it meant she could just laze there, gripping his dick, as she stared up at his naked body. He'd probably lose control as her tight inner walls clamped down on that slutty cock of his anyway. She rose from his dick, and soon enough the pair had switched positions, her on her back, looking up at him with a mix of patience and curiosity. Challenging him. He may have had magic fingers, but in the end, it didn't matter. Even if she never made him come, why would she care? She'd be getting off, which was the important part anyway.

He started to pound away almost immediately, and it was far harder than she'd been pounding away. With how hard he was going at it, his hands simply gripping her hips as he rammed his dick deep inside her... well, she would have expected it to hurt, but it just felt pleasant, like his cock was slithering slowly around inside her, rubbing at her inner walls, her clit getting mashed against his pelvis pleasantly each time he hilted himself inside her.

"That's it," she said, enjoying the way he seemed to have completely lost control of himself. Maybe he was sexually anhedonic? That wasn't her problem. Her orgasm was her problem; his orgasm was his problem. His dick could rub against every last inch of her, and if he couldn't come, well, too bad for him. It just meant the sex would last longer for her. "Fuck me, you hot little slut. Let's see that cock of yours jackhammer inside me. You love it, don't you?"

In answer, his hands ran up to her breasts, squeezing the flesh of them. It was a rough, vigorous grip, his fingers just digging into the flesh there, but it didn't really hurt. It was possessive. Needy, even. Seeing a man so completely, obviously lusting after her tits was nice, and she reached up for his head, grasping it around the back and pulling him down towards her tit, just mashing his face right into her breasts. She felt him throb inside her at the action, and she squeezed, doing her best to milk an orgasm out of him as he kissed at the flesh of her tits, looking like a horny little slut completely entranced by a big pair of tits.

Which is exactly what he was, she supposed. He began to move even more swiftly than any man should be able to, kissing, sucking, nibbling at the bare flesh of her tits. He was jackhammering inside her, that hard, horny cock of his pounding away with an unbelievable pace, but it just felt ever better. His fingertip touched her clit, and it seemed to just vibrate like some toy - a moment later, she came, moaning beneath him, her legs tightening around his hips, her inner walls squeezing at his cock.

That orgasm had hardly ended by the time another hit her, sending pleasure through her whole body. The horny little slut hadn't even come once, but he was still desperately working to get her off - that was definitely her type of man, the sort one could simply be selfish and lazy with. Ideally he'd be blowing his load inside her even as he treated her this way, like a queen being doted on by her loyal slave-subject, who orgasmed again and again with ease - but this was fine as well. She laid back, craning her head, letting him rut inside her like an animal, his superlative sexual skills entirely dedicated to pleasuring her.

She was only dimly aware of the desperate panting of Stitch. It was sexy, in a way, but she always interpreted it as an act of cuckqueaning, however Stitch may have felt about it. The poor, slim, unattractive girl, desperately masturbating as a superior woman fucked a man she liked right in front of her. It was a delicious thought, and really the only reason she let Stitch even watch her in the first place.

* * *

After what was probably more than an entire hour subjectively - and objectively, I don't know, ten or twenty minutes, I slid my speed up and down through the whole thing - I finally pulled out of Celyne's pussy. She had seemed the smug type, and that had tempted me to try to do to her what I so often did to Mira, turning the tables on her. As she laid there, panting in the aftermath of the intense fucking, though, there wasn't the hint of the way Mira responded to me when I pulled this trick. The desperation to please me back, to show how cool she was. There was just lazy, smug, self-satisfaction.

It was strange. I had specifically denied her my own orgasm, and now, with her obviously not caring at all about that fact, I felt... not really annoyed, I guess. But it was definitely missing something.

I did gain a sudden appreciation for Mira, though. When Mira responded to getting fucked into the bed by desperately sucking my cock to try to make it up... that was hot, but also, I realized, a bit cruel on my part. After all, here was a woman who had seemed much the same in terms of arrogance, and received much the same treatment, and she certainly didn't look in the least bit interested in having my dick in her mouth, and not just because it was still covered in her juices. I resolved to let Mira blow me some more, when I got back to Earth.

If I got back to Earth.

"So," I said, sitting down on her bed. "I understand that you're a sorceress of some type?"

"Ahm... yes."

I explained the gist of my situation to her - the vow I'd made, as best I could remember, the way I was trapped in here, all that stuff. She just nodded along, absently considering it, before finally speaking. "The only way out of a vow like that is for her to break her half of the bargain, or mutual consent; the severity of your bondage is determined by the severity of her agreed-upon payment. There is no something for nothing in such magic. Beyond that, who can say?" She shrugged her shoulders. "I do think I'm getting bored of this harem. The same dozen men over and over again begins to lose its luster. If you're leaving, I'd like to come with you."

"Me too," Stitch added, suddenly. I let out a small laugh at that, nodding in agreement.

"Sure, Stitch," I said, then gathered up my clothes, getting dressed in a flash. "Fuck. I need another bath."

Stitch loudly licked her lips as she followed me out of the building - it was cute, when she was so clearly horny.

I had been lazing in the pool for maybe thirty seconds - Stitch having gotten in next to me and started immediately eyeing up my dick - when a rope got thrown over the wall of the harem. I just stared at it blankly for a long few seconds, then a pair of figures burst up from the edge.

It was a pair of what looked like gigantic bats - in the loosest sense of the word - with pale, almost albino skin, and large, but humanlike eyes. The one on the right started to talk, and it sounded exactly like Tsuru. "Roger. Come on. We've got an exfiltration route picked out. You may want to get dressed first, though. Or maybe not. Oh. If you want to come, you can, other girl. We're not exactly doing this with the consent of Fals anyway."

"I don't think I can leave," I said, even as I gathered my clothes up and got dressed at superhuman speed, clambering up the rope and hitting the invisible wall. "Nope. This is keeping me here," I said, poking at it?

"How?" Tsuru asked, and I felt a tad embarrassed as I remembered it was due to that moronic deal that I made with Fals in the first place, in post-coital bliss. Tsuru let out a laugh. "Well, that's harsh," she said, glancing to one side. "It's normal to be a bit loopy after you've come, whether you're a guy or a girl, don't feel too bad. But, I think we should get going, Priscilla," she said, grabbing the rope in her lower legs. "We may have to come back in force, if you can't get out past these walls."

"We could liberate some of the others, offer a trade?" Priscilla suggested, glancing at Stitch, who was covering herself by that point.

"Maybe. Talk later," Tsuru said, leaping into the air and gliding away.

I jumped down the wall and let out a long sigh. This whole thing was ridiculous. I needed to get home. But how?

A plan started to form in my head, even as I finished that thought.

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