The Worst Reunion with the Assistant
“Nngh….”
Claudia’s slightly rough tongue ravaged the inside of my mouth, twisting and probing every which way. I tried to clamp my lips shut, but she squeezed my soft cheeks with her hands, forcing her way in—and once she did, I was helpless to do anything but take it. Vulgar slurping sounds filled the room where we’d just been eating. I hadn’t harbored any illusions about my first kiss, but I never imagined it would be snatched away so abruptly and savagely. No mood, no romance, nothing—just like sampling and gauging the taste of your opponent… that kind of kiss.
The most infuriating part? My mind was growing hazy, bit by bit. As our tongues tangled, the faint aftertaste of that sweet dessert lingered. Saliva swapped between us, tongues crushed against each other. My breath came shorter. Then Claudia pulled back for a moment. A long silver thread stretched between our lips.
“Sha’a, just breathe through your nose.”
“H-Huh?”
She whispered it to my dazed self, then sealed her lips over mine again. This time, I couldn’t even muster resistance. My head was a total mess. Frustrating as it was… the kiss felt good.
Seeming to sense the warmup was over, Claudia started stripping me. Not that there was much to remove. Flick the robe aside, slide the dress down, and my breasts popped right out.
“Cute little tits. Even hiding away, they’re adorable—just like their owner.”
“Cute my—ngh! Ahh!”
Before I could spit out a retort, Claudia’s mouth gaped wide and latched onto one breast, teeth sinking in. A sharp sting shot through me—sharper than a human’s bite, pressing down on my flesh. The pain snapped me back to my senses a little.
“I-It hurts!”
I grabbed her head to push her away, but my hands found only the soft, floppy ears atop it. They twitched perkily, like they were hypnotizing me.
“Feisty, huh? Beastkin ears are super sensitive, you know.”
“N-No, that’s not why I—!”
“I know. You’re lying.”
With a wet schlurp, Claudia sucked my breast deeper. Her tongue delved in, teasing the hidden nub. Maybe because she’d bitten it first… it didn’t hurt much. If anything… no, what was I thinking?
But it didn’t matter. My nipples, making their debut outside thanks to Claudia… were insanely sensitive. She bit, sucked, flicked with her fingers—and without meaning to, my hips bucked, my body curled in.
“Is that why you keep ’em hidden? So damn sensitive.”
“Hnn… S-Stop….”
Unlike the sudden, violent aphrodisiac rush from Cecil’s affections, this was different—a slow, steady heat building inside me, layer by layer. Utterly unfamiliar. Before I knew it, a chill emptiness bloomed between my legs. My dress had hiked up, exposing everything below. Claudia’s hand grazed my slit. A sticky squelch, and her fingers came away glistening.
“This is plenty wet. That virility potion you gave me makes it so much harder to hold back.”
“I-I didn’t give it to you to take!”
“You didn’t say not to. Just that it wouldn’t work.”
She shot back as she shoved her pants down. Her thing—throbbing, rigid. What even do you call it? Whatever. The potion’s effect was impeccable.
“I-It… seems the virility potion works great, huh.”
“Yeah. As expected from Lady Astalote.”
“S-So… can we stop now…?”
“What’re you saying? You did this to me—you gotta take responsibility.”
“I-I never told you to take it!”
Claudia shook her head and pressed close. Heat radiated off her. Before parting my folds and thrusting in, she gauged the depth by dragging that scorching length across my belly. Our slits brushed—sticky strands linking us.
“Teasing me like that? No panties and all.”
“Th-That’s…!”
I forgot! I yanked my hips back. Claudia lined up the tip against my entrance. A chill ran up my spine. I slapped a hand down to grab it—scalding hot, like it’d burn me.
“W-Wait!!!”
“…What? I can’t hold back anymore.”
“I-I’m a virgin… so… it might….”
Claudia snorted, like that was all?
“I knew that.”
“Huh?”
“That’s why I went to all the trouble of loosening you up. Be grateful!”
“Hnn?!”
Claudia thrust in without warning. I felt my entrance stretch wide, parting as her blunt head cleaved inside. The alien intrusion filling me, followed by sharp pain. Like my body was splitting open—breath caught in my throat. Undeterred, her rod slid deeper with a wet squelch, vanishing inch by inch. Into me. The surreal sight terrified me; tears welled unbidden. Claudia’s rough tongue lapped them away.
“Haa… where’d a bitch like this drop from? I’ve been in and out of Lady Astalote’s workshop plenty.”
I couldn’t respond. If she learned I was Astalote Asha… it’d be even more humiliating.
“Eh, not important. Looks like you’re adjusting….”
Her hips drew back, then slammed forward. Slap! Piston strokes began. Breathing was impossible. The rod scraped out, then thud-thud battered my guts. What started as mere foreign pressure soon twisted into unfamiliar pleasure… faster than I’d have thought. As if my body was made for it. Against my will. With my last shred of pride, I bit down hard, stifling the moan threatening to escape.
The violent bliss pounding my lower belly made even that Herculean. And… familiar, somehow. Like when I’d relieved myself in the bathroom….
My body shuddered once; I clenched my teeth again.
“Ngh… hnn….”
Seeing that, Claudia pistoned harder. She nipped and licked my neck, then whispered suddenly.
“Sha’a….”
“…Hic! Hnn…!”
Ignoring my stifled gasps, she kept talking. The thrusts never slowed.
“Seeing you like this… I feel a little bad.”
Then stop your damn hips!
“So… as an apology, I’ll get you that Minotaur variant’s materials….”
What? Why stop mid-sen—
“Sha’a… suddenly clenching like that… is trouble.”
She whispered, hips bucking up.
“I’ll assume that’s permission and cum once.”
“W-What? Huh? Ahh…!”
Claudia shuddered violently and unleashed. Gushing pulses battered somewhere deep inside. My mouth hung open in shock, spilling pathetic moans instead. My body quaked like hers… spilling something, just like in the bathroom.
“Hic….”
“Cumming while getting filled? You’ve got talent.”
“…D-Don’t need that kinda talent….”
“…Well, more importantly… never mind.”
I eyed Claudia, lost in afterglow, and spoke up.
“…You have to get those materials.”
Her bittersweet expression cracked into a smirk; she flipped me over. Facedown, ass up. You know… that position.
“Fine, I said I would. Let’s finish up.”
“Huh? Isn’t it over?”
“Complain to your master. She made the potion too good. No sign of it going down.”
…Joy or despair? Who knows.
With her mental burden lifted, Claudia railed me doggy-style. Virgin or not? Who cared. All I could do was take her toying with my ass, her grip vise-tight on my waist, gasping for air. The only respite: her soft breasts squishing against me when she hilted for a cum.
Exhaustion claimed me until late night. I woke still in the dining spot. Claudia’s golden eyes greeted me.
“Oh, Sha’a, you’re up?”
“…”
“Changed your clothes while you slept. Cute, right?”
I glanced down: not the Cecil-set dress, but something pricier. And… tacky black panties. You’re into this stuff, huh? Also, what kind of restaurant is this? No one interrupts a pounding like that?
Catching my glare, Claudia chuckled.
“Told ’em not to disturb us. Great soundproofing too.”
“What the—.”
“Good thing the test ended quick.”
“…”
“You passed out midway, so FYI… let’s see, how many times did I cum….”
Fuck, how much did she unload?
Sitting up, my back ached.
“…Ow.”
“Don’t push it. Soreness tomorrow—tell your master to give you the day off.”
“…”
Right. I wasn’t Astalote Asha. I was her disciple, Sha’a… who got fucked. I’m fine. Astalote Asha is fine!
Might as well get what I can.
“…Don’t forget the materials.”
“I said I would… but doesn’t it feel like you’re selling your body for ’em?”
“Raping me to test the potion’s fine, though?”
“Rape? You consented too. Promised materials, and you clenched like crazy.”
“…Ngh.”
I must’ve lost my mind. But… actually, good. I’m not Astalote Asha now—I’m Sha’a. Once I revert, it’ll be like it never happened. Yeah. Definitely.
“Ready to head back? I’ll walk you.”
I wanted to slap her hand away, but my back screamed—so I took it.
“Pet my tail too.”
Stroking the fluffy tail, we returned home. I half-assed a wave goodbye. Entering… Claudia’s seed trickled down my thigh. Dangerous, right? Waving at bounding Cecil, I chugged some milk. Weirdly sweet—then heat surged. Not like Claudia’s… this forced, warping arousal was definitely….
Dodging the shattered bottle, Cecil approached. My dress swelled. Crimson eyes gleamed closer. Breath ragged.
…What the hell’s happening to me? C-Cecil…? No…?
I backed away without thinking.