By the time I'd finished cleaning myself up, Iris had exited the bathroom.
What I saw made me realise I'd soon have to begin the process all over again.
She was leaning sensually against the doorway.
"I have new sleepwear … what do you think?"
Iris's playful voice floated past my stunned face. Leaving the bathroom behind, Iris stepped into the centre of the room. I was rendered speechless by the beautiful, flawless sight in front of me.
Standing cutely was my girlfriend as I rarely saw her just before we went to sleep. Her perfect skin, slender legs and huge bust were on display as she wore black silky lingerie with pink ribbons, matched with pink ribbon thigh high stockings and black high heels. Her brassiere was patterned with elegant floral shapes, was partially see-through and, like most of her bras, was a size too small.
In fact, most of what she wore dug gently into her skin. Although her thighs weren't as sizeable as her bust, I could clearly see the milky-white flesh being squeezed by the rim of the black leggings.
But just as noticeable were those little pink ribbons.
She looked like a present.
A present for me, who gets to watch her. And a present for Magnus, who gets to fuck her.
Iris stood cutely on the spot, barely moving, as if to put herself on full display. One arm was crossed beneath her bust, pushing it up even further up, while another toyed with a strand of her newly fixed blonde hair.
"You still haven't answered," she said, her tone betraying her amusement.
"It looks … amazing," I said, swallowing back a gulp as I felt myself naturally reacting. "Are you … going to sleep in that?"
My gaze followed down the fine silhouette of her figure, past the wide bust, the thin waist and the long, slender legs down to her high heels.
"Yes," she said gently, her lips formed into a teasing smile. "I'm going to sleep in this."
I smiled, then nodded. Already, my member felt like I hadn't touched it once today. I tried calming myself down by looking at the clock beside the bed.
It was currently just past midnight. Normally, it'd be another hour before we were tired enough to begin falling asleep.
"When … do you want to sleep?" I asked, pulling aside the edge of the bedsheets for show.
Iris acted as if she needed a moment to consider. She twirled a strand of her slightly damp hair, then gave a mischievous look full of hidden meaning.
"I think I'll join you when you've fallen asleep … when will that be, I wonder?"
I found myself glancing at the door. Down the end of the corridor, Magnus had his own smaller room, where I knew he was waiting to claim the beautiful girl displayed in lingerie in front of me.
I felt a jolt of excitement, not only at what was to come, but at the thought that Iris would walk down the corridor in her current 'sleepwear'. It was midnight, but for an adventurer's inn in Coral, it may as well still be midday.
"… I think I'm already sound asleep," I answered, hoping the dryness in my voice wasn't obvious.
"Is that so? Then, I wish you pleasant dreams."
I nodded. Frankly, I didn't know if my dreams while asleep would be pleasant. But I knew the one I'd have when I woke up would be.
"Oh, there's … one thing," I said, with Iris pausing as she made for the door. "Earlier … it seemed like you did something with Magnus. He reacted to … something. What did you do?"
Iris's teasing smile deepened. She'd been expecting this question.
"To be honest, I was rather surprised by the reaction myself. I didn't know Magnus had that type of weakness in him. I'll be sure to utilise it again."
Blanks raced through my mind as I considered what she'd done. Although I didn't have a full angle, it didn't seem like she'd done anything out of the ordinary.
"What … What is it?"
"Rather than tell you … wouldn't you prefer I show you? This time, I'll make it clear in the image."
I returned Iris's smile as she left the room. The corridor outside was dark, and fortunately for her, I didn't hear any sounds coming from them. If someone had spotted her, I imagined there would be a few whistles, if not an uproar.
I looked at the clock once more, then leaned to the side and folded myself into the bed.
— By the time I heard the door open again, as well as the sound of a small stone being placed by the table, dawn had come and passed.
~ ~ ~
The first thing I saw when I activated the Memory Stone was Iris as she leaned down, blinking into the stone. It was a wonderful view of her deep cleavage pushed together by her black brassiere, and as she retreated to sit on the edge of the small bed, she made sure that the rest of her was in view too.
From head to toe, her entire, black lingerie clad figure could be clearly seen. Even though the room was smaller, the furniture was nearly identical to ours. It was the same angle as before.
For a minute, Iris appraised herself as she was sitting down, raising her arms and checking the uniformity of her lingerie. I knew it was just a little bit of teasing for my sake.
After that minute, light shone in from an adjoining bathroom door.
Magnus came out, a white bathrobe around his figure as he strode towards the seductive figure sitting on the end of his bed.
"You came earlier than I thought," he said, explaining why he wasn't already inside her. "Was your boyfriend out just from hearing what you told him?"
"I haven't told him yet," said Iris. It was technically true. She didn't need to inform me anything when the memory stone did that and more.
"You don't need to," said Magnus with a smirk. "The less he knows, the easier he'll sleep. If he knew what kind of a whore you were, he'd never want to wake up to see you."
Magnus didn't understand.
Maybe someone in his position never could. It's because I knew what Iris was like that I wanted to wake up and see what she had to show me.
"Please don't compare me to the ladies you frequent in the alleyways," said Iris, playing with a strand of her hair. "For one thing, you could never afford my prices. Knowing the state of your finances, I'd be afraid of sending you into a spiral of debt collection."
"Your prices, huh? That's good. If I can convince your boyfriend to whore you out, all our gold needs will be sorted. How much would you charge for an hour?"
"Certainly more than you can make by pleading for the scraps of a meagre quest reward. But if you feel inclined to pay for my services, I encourage you to keep your faith in technicalities. After a few years of strenuous effort, you might have earned the right to look at me."
Magnus sat down beside Iris, leaning back as his girth heavily tented his robe.
Then, he reached over with his arm, past Iris, until his large hand was cupping the back of her head.
"I've already earned that right," he said, smiling darkly as he pulled Iris's face closer. "Stick out your tongue."
Iris returned the smile, then did exactly as Magnus said.
She stuck out her tongue, but only to run it across her lips.
"Damn, you know how to turn guys solid."
Magnus leaned his face towards Iris, all the while his hand guided her head closer. The next moment, I caught sight of Iris's pink lips parting, and they met Magnus's in a gentle, tender kiss.
"Mm … nhh … ah … nhnn … mhm …"
Magnus's hand fell from the back of Iris's head, and now I was left with the sight of Iris enveloping her lips with the man who would soon be making her his deep into the night.
There was nothing forceful about this kiss. Iris's eyes became half-lidded as she willingly pressed her lips against a man other me in a slow embrace. Their lips locked tightly together, there was no sign of what was happening underneath as they breathed in each other's scents, indulging in each other's taste as they kissed like lovers.
It wasn't long after Magnus began enjoying Iris that they began to kiss. The way they shared each other's lips was more tender than I could ever remember having with Iris. Often, the sight of Iris using her lips like this was more impactful than the sight of her using them to go down on Magnus.
"Nnhh … Mmh … ahn …"
Soon, Iris's fingertips began to toy with Magnus's obvious anticipation. With her lips planted against his, she ran her fingertip up and down his thigh, before her hand slid through a gap in his bathrobe. A moment later, she'd gently directed his entire shaft through the opening, her hand wrapping itself around the middle of the shaft.
"Mmh …. ah …. nnh …. nnnh …"
His thick, veiny cock finally released, Magnus briefly leaned away, breaking away from the kiss. Iris reacted by running her tongue across her lips again.
"So that's why you weren't already spread out when I came out," he said, grinning. "You love foreplay as much as the sex. How wet does it make you when you handle my cock?"
Iris responded by raising a leg over Magnus's thigh, letting her high heel dangle slightly off the floor. I was treated to the sight of her black underwear, and the obvious dampness that was now there.
"Oh, this?" Iris unwrapped her hand from Magnus's shaft, instead opting to run a fingertip up and down the length before resting at the tip of his cockhead. "I was simply worried you couldn't get started unless I helped you."
"That mouth of yours."
"Yes. This mouth of mine."
Iris then leaned in, pressing her lips willingly against Magnus's. She mimicked his earlier gesture, reaching past him with her free hand, before laying it on the back of his head.
"Nnh …. nh …. mh ….. ah …. nnh …"
Iris kissed him deeply, snatches of her tongue seen peeking out from her lips before they were met by the man whose cock she was teasing with her fingertip. As their tongues danced together and a trail of saliva ran down Iris's chin, my girlfriend's hand resumed expertly rubbing up and down Magnus's shaft.
"Nh …. NhnH …. ah …. mhA …"
Iris's clear, blue eyes maintained constant eye contact with the man she was passionately kissing. As the sounds of her moaning became sharper, she quickened the pace of her hand.
Magnus's cock began to twitch and throb to Iris's handling. She suddenly decreased the pace of her strokes. The change in stimulus caused Magnus's eyes to widen. He broke away from the kiss, a trail of saliva bridging his tongue with Iris's as he felt the need to catch his breath.
"Every time you do that, it feels amazing," he admitted in a low tone. "Who taught you about edging a guy?"
"I wonder," said Iris, her teasing smile returning in full as her eyes glanced towards the memory stone.
Her glance was enough to make me burst. That brief eye contact with me and the hidden implications of her words. She was teasing me, but I honestly didn't know how Iris knew to do some of the things she did, either. Magnus would fuck her, but Iris was the one who did all the erotic things she did.
It was like she was a natural.
Or, as I allowed the idea to briefly appear, she really had learned from someone.
It was a thought I only allowed to linger for a second. And yet it was enough to make me burst again. Hard.
"Do you do this for your boyfriend, too?" said Magnus, indulging in Iris's supple hands gently stroking him off. "Or is my cock the only one you like the feel of?"
"I did this a few times for him," replied Iris, the sharp pace of her hands now causing Magnus to intake another breath. "But he wouldn't last long."
"Yeah?" Magnus pulled out a disgusting grin. "He probably busts a nut just looking at you. You disappointed you can't even edge your own boyfriend?"
"I am," she admitted, her mischievous expression in full bloom. "He's better at using his own hands."
"Are you going to report that to your boyfriend, too?"
"I don't see why that's necessary."
Magnus leaned in slightly. He wore an expression of satisfaction when Iris immediately let her tongue peek out again.
"He'd probably jerk off to it. That bastard. Do you report everything else?"
"Of course, I do."
"Tell me, when you report how much of a slut you are, do you tell the whole truth, or do you keep the worst details to yourself?"
"Oh? Are you concerned? I report everything… he knows everything that happens."
Magnus laughed in a low voice.
"Well, when you do, make sure you let him know how disappointed you are that you can't stroke his dick the way you can mine. Fuck, this feels better than most pussies I've had."
Iris slid her hand all the way to the head of Magnus's shaft. She toyed with it for a moment, her fingertip gently grazing the underside of his glans.
"I will," she said, her voice sultry. "Actually, doing this … is one of the things I enjoy most."
"What? Stroking guys off? Stand outside and you'll have a queue in seconds."
Iris responded by slightly raising her eyebrows. She leaned in, almost touching her lips against Magnus's. He waited for her lips to press against his, but they simply brushed together.
"… It's much more than that," she whispered, her voice clear despite her hushed tone. "I enjoy deciding precisely when to let you finish. For all your crude language, boisterousness and ill mannerisms, you're delightfully helpless. If I stopped now—"
Iris's hands suddenly came to a halt. Magnus bit his lips, physically looking in distress.
"—How would you look like, I wonder?"
Slowly, Iris's hands began to gently pump up and down his shaft again. Magnus was temporarily stunned, but after a moment to regather his senses, he brought back his confident grin.
"Does it matter it's my cock you're handling, then?"
In response, Iris leaned in, completing the distance between her lips and his. Her crystal blue eyes were open, staring deeply into Magnus's dark eyes as she shovelled her tongue inside his mouth.
"Yesch … nnH … it … nhn … does …"
Without elaborating further, she rapidly increased the strength of her strokes. Her hands, dripping in precum, ran up and down the length of Magnus's shaft. All the while her tongue continued searching for the back of the man's mouth.
Magnus grunted, his cock throbbing and twitching in Iris's stroking hands. His breathing became hoarse as he attempted to suck in oxygen in between fighting off my girlfriend's tongue toying against his own.
He raised his hips. But just as he telegraphed he was about to cum, Iris's hands suddenly stopped.
"No," he growled, once again at Iris's whim. "Don't you fucking dare."
She broke away from both Magnus's lips and his cock. Her hands were practically dripping in precum as she allowed them to hover an inch away from the shaft, now practically throbbing as it waited for release.
Wearing her teasing smile, she admired the precum soaking her palm, then glanced at the face of a man who looked like he was suddenly at death's door.
"Ask," said Iris.
"No," spat Magnus.
"In that case, you may see to your own needs."
"Fuck you. Finish me off. You don't stop here."
"Then, ask," said Iris, her eyelashes fluttering above her clear blue eyes.
"No."
"Then, for your troubles … if you comply, I'll offer you a special reward?"
Magnus bit his lips. He looked like he was using every ounce of strength of willpower in his body to stop himself from cumming right at this very moment.
"Fuck you," he said after thinking it through.
Iris clicked her tongue, though looking not the least bit disappointed.
"If you ask," she said, leaning in to again almost tease a kiss. "I'll answer your question … about how wet I truly am."
Magnus blinked. For a moment, it looked like he was in a mind to use a more original set of curse words. Instead, he forced out a grimace, his narrowing eyes glinting with hidden danger.
"Please," he said mockingly, his tone solidly defiant. "Finish me."
Iris smiled, then parted her lips.
She met Magnus's tongue, the both of them dancing against each other before their lips enveloped once more. At the same time, Iris's hand wrapped around the middle of the man's shaft, a slow set of strokes quickly resuming into loving pumps up and down to the very tip of his cock.
It was all Magnus could take, or wanted to receive. Breaking away from the kiss, he took in a few shallow breaths as he involuntarily half-rose from the edge of the bed.
Seeing him half-rise, Iris immediately joined him, standing fully on her high heels while also twisting to her side, ensuring I was allowed an unobscured view.
Just before Magnus's throbbing cock was about to empty itself to Iris's edging, my girlfriend brought her free hand down to her pink ribboned, black panties.
Then, pinching the top of the soft fabric, she peeled her underwear forward, revealing the soaked interior that only Magnus could see. As Iris continually pumped Magnus's throbbing shaft, she waited for one last telling throb, then gently guided his cockhead towards the newly revealed inside of her underwear.
His first load shot inside, followed by equally thick spurts of cum, splattering the interior of Iris's underwear as well as the area around it. Iris didn't stop, her soft hands running up and down the middle of the shaft as she wrung a man other than me dry.
She continued pinching the fabric of her underwear, keeping it peeled open for Magnus as he emptied himself. Even after the main spurts were over, his cock continued to twitch and throb, fat globs joining the puddle of cum that had accumulated in Iris's underwear.
It leaked copiously, the sperm dripping down Iris's black leggings and falling like dabs of glue on her otherwise pristine high heels. When Magnus's shaft looked like it'd finally stopped twitching, Iris stepped away, finally releasing the veiny cock from her hand.
She closed her underwear, the cum splashing inside while leaking heavily from the sides.
Then, with her most beautiful smile yet, Iris dipped her hand into the underwear. When she raised it back up again, gooey, white sperm coated her hand from fingertip to wrist.
"… This is how wet I am," she finally said, her cool, self-assured voice at odds with the erotic image I was seeing in front of me.
Magnus took in the same sight that I did, his breathing levelling out after several long moments. A bead of sweat was running down his temple as he admired the view of his cum drenching Iris's underwear and hand.
Then, he began to take off the rest of his bathrobe.
"Get on the bed," he said, his voice a deep growl.