I blinked as sunlight flooded my vision, and then the blurry sight of the inn room.
In one hand, I held the memory stone, a warm residue of light fading away as the latent magic I was pouring into it was suddenly snapped. In my other hand, my half-erect member as it struggled to stay up after I'd burst countless times just from watching not even a quarter of the memory stone's most recent imagery.
A moment of nausea hit me as the morning light blinded my vision. It was partly due to having expended myself from Iris's immorality. Even as the light burned my eyes, I could picture Iris's sweaty figure lying on the bed as she desperately scooped the other man's cum back into her pussy.
She was so damn erotic.
As much as Iris said she did the things she did for my sake, there was no denying the genuine lust that she experienced. Magnus was right. The moment he decided to stop playing around, he was able to turn Iris into his own personal cum rag.
While I had no doubt that she enjoyed playing up aspects of her natural mischievousness, there was nothing imaginary about her convulsions of pleasure, or her gushing wetness mixing with Magnus's seed.
I feared deep in my heart that one of these days, Magnus would be able to go beyond only seizing Iris's body for himself. And while a part of me hoped that I would wake myself up from this fever dream of immorality and prevent it before it happened, another part of me desired to see what Iris's beautiful face looked like on the brink.
What expression would Iris make if she gave her heart over? How would her eyes shine when she spoke those words of acceptance?
The moment these thoughts came, a feeling of absolute disgust welled up inside me.
Imagining a taboo within a taboo. I didn't want to fantasise about the crushing heartache of losing Iris, and I was glad I could still experience revulsion for it. It came less and less these days, especially as it always came with a flood of excitement, but the return of these emotions consoled me nonetheless.
"Regretfully, we don't have the luxury of remaining in this inn all day."
I suddenly sat upright, shocked at the voice that had sounded from below.
I was sitting on the edge of the bath. The same bath I was obliviously using last night while Iris was next door servicing Magnus. Somehow, my aimless stare was so blurry that I failed to notice even the girl sitting on her knees by my feet.
"I-Iris … ?"
I tried shaking some of the nausea away from me. It didn't work, but my vision at least began to return to normal.
Iris was in her regular attire, and wore a bemused smile as she glanced between my freshly hardened member and my face.
"Oh, and he's returned. Good morning."
I didn't know whether she was speaking to me or my dick.
"Iris? Sorry, I thought you were still sleeping."
"I was. But it's past midday now, and to not put too fine a point on it, I do require use of the bathroom."
Midday? Shit. Using the memory stone always messed with my sense of time. It was so vivid that until moments ago, I still thought it was an hour past midnight.
"Sorry, I'll get out," I said, feeling genuinely embarrassed, although not so much by the fact I'd been caught with my shaft in my hand. "I was–"
"I know," said Iris, leaning forward to blow a puff of air at my cockhead. I almost came on the spot. "You've been productive. It's taken me over fifteen minutes to clean this."
Suddenly, I noticed what Iris was holding in her hands.
In one, a box of tissues, taken from the room next door. In the other, a fistful of soggy tissues. There was a small mountain of them already lying on the floor.
I was glad when embarrassment finally reached me.
"Yeah, you were …" I paused. "You were really cute."
"Oh?" Iris sat up, tilting her head as she smiled like an innocent girl. "Acceptable answer. Perhaps you can teach the oaf about these things, also."
I smiled ruefully. I was more likely to get a look of respect out of him these days.
Iris proceeded to dab at my legs with the clump of tissues, wiping up some of the semen that had long dried. I understood why I'd been brought out of the memory stone now. While some noise and movement could be drowned out, any external contact generally resulted in the connection being immediately broken.
Somehow, I felt even more affection for her. Iris not only gave me the material to masturbate to, but she also dutifully cleaned up the affects afterwards. Like most things, it wasn't something I'd ever asked her to do. She just did.
And that's why I loved her.
"Bathroom needs aside, aren't you tired?" I asked, concerned at how exhausted she must be. Being an ordained heroine helped, but there was only so much energy she could still have after the night's intensity. "You haven't had much sleep."
"I had enough," said Iris with a small shrug. "Staying another hour will mean paying for another night's stay, and Magnus insists on crippling our finances. He isn't content with only destroying his own retirement funds."
I gave a small laugh, if only to somehow distract Iris from the fact I'd fully hardened again.
I couldn't help but notice that while she was using tissues to clean up my semen, if it were Magnus, I suspected she'd be using something else. This disparity in how she treated us sent another surge of jealousy running through me.
It was something Iris would never miss.
She rose, still on her knees, then leaned in to wrap her arms around the back of my head. It was the same way she'd crossed her arms around Magnus's, except she didn't lean in to lock me in a kiss. I shivered as my cockhead brushed against her tunic.
"You liked this last one, didn't you?" she said, her eyes slightly narrowed as she smiled at me.
"Yeah … like I said, you were really cute."
She gave an innocent bat of her eyelashes.
"Magnus is serious about taking me," she said, a note of sultriness in her breath. "He might actually succeed. With that in mind, do you still want this to continue?"
It felt like my heart had stopped.
I didn't know if she was teasing or being serious. Maybe it was both. Either way, I'd known the risks in seeking Magnus to have sex with her from the start. True, he was the most available option, someone who would be journeying with us and who wouldn't besmirch Iris's reputation by revealing her situation.
But I also knew that nobody but Magnus could match my desire to see that other side to Iris. What did it look like when she was being utterly embraced by someone who would legitimately try to claim her? Someone whose physical traits exceeded mine, who was known for making women fall for him?
Playing with that fire was the height of selfishness. And yet a terrible part of me wanted to see what it looked like. To discover if it was even possible. Iris had insisted this was only for my sake. But as time went on, I knew without asking that she now genuinely desired this as much as I did.
However, while a part of me worried, another part of me also thought that our bond was now stronger than ever.
Love warped in immorality. That's what this was.
"If … If it's something you're comfortable with," I said, my unsteady voice betraying my feelings.
Iris smiled, a red flush appearing on her cheeks. Whatever she was imagining, it made her look even more beautiful than she already was.
"Is it all true?" I said, my heart racing once again, "when you said you'd choose Magnus over me, even if the curse was lifted?"
Iris smiled mischievously.
"How would you feel if I told you it was all the truth?"
I shivered at the hidden implication in her voice.
Whether or not she'd been telling the truth or playing it up, this was an opportunity to turn back. To redraw lines that had long been crossed. She was giving me that option.
I looked at her young, beautiful face. Her figure, both slender and mature. At the long strands of pure, golden hair and her clear, crystal eyes. Right now, I loved her more than I'd ever done, knowing the things she did for me.
And then I thought about the things she'd yet to do. About all the ways this beautiful girl could still be embraced by a man other than me. And those possibilities filled my heart with overwhelming jealousy and excitement.
Right now, even if she could not feel anything, Iris still endeavoured to help relieve me just for my enjoyment. But truthfully, what I wanted most was to see her expressions of pleasure. To hear her moans as Magnus pounded into her. I wanted to see what she looked like when she dedicated all her time to indulging in another man. To truly devote her body to someone else.
I wanted to see what her beautiful, elegant face looked like while she was teasing me, and even if I wanted to, I could no longer make use of that perfect figure.
I wanted to see her face warped in pleasure. The type I could no longer give her.
"Jealous … and excited," I admitted. "When I think about only ever being allowed to watch, it feels terrible … and amazing."
"Oh? And what about the thought do you enjoy most?"
I hesitated, then continued.
"I guess … the thought that you only accepting Magnus … it's almost as if you're a couple. The thought drives me crazy, when I think about–"
"When you think about me doing things that only a lover will do?"
I nodded, the thought taking my breath away. Considering how intimate she already was when alone with Magnus, what would she look like if she took it another step further? Was that even possible?
Iris leaned even further in. I could see the shimmering of her eyes. The scent of her perfume was striking, but not as much as the musk that hadn't at all washed off.
She reached out and took my hand in hers. She moved it so that my palm went against my painfully rigid cock.
"You like this a lot, don't you?" she teased, applying gentle pressure on the back of my hand. "These days, you become so hard just by seeing us together."
"I do," I admitted. "It's because you're amazing."
Iris's smile was dazzling.
"Good," she said, sweetly and melodically. "Because from now on, I'm going to be servicing a man other than you exclusively. I'm going to make love to him in ways I never did with you. I'm going to fill your heart with jealousy until it overflows. I want you to watch closely while I fulfil your deepest desires … so please, do enjoy yourself for me, won't you?"
Iris gently pressed her forehead against mine. I felt her warmth more keenly than ever, and in that moment, I wondered how it was possible to love someone as much as I did her.
She leaned in against my ear, and gently whispered her next words.
"… Because right now, all I can think about is Magnus taking me again, and again, and again."
Squeezing my hand, she gently lifted it away from me, then turned my palm around and brought it towards her instead. What I soon felt was the lacy fabric of her underwear, soaked so heavily that her juices were seeping through them.
I let out a heavy breath, then shuddered as my warmth spurted out. It didn't land on Iris's clothes, instead catching on the other hand that Iris had placed just in front of my cockhead.
Her smile had never looked so beautiful before.