AnimeCon Harem 16: Post Dinner pt 2 (Patreon)

/// This one got away from me a bit towards the end.

Emily could not have been any more oblivious to what might be going on in Stephanie’s head, because she was likewise lost deep in her own thoughts.

Kelly can do magic, Emily couldn’t get the image out of her head. She just performed magic, RIGHT IN FRONT OF US. Like, a spell almost. A cantrip? Made a little speck of light. And then, like—more importantly—her specific words. She said ONLY PEOPLE WITH MAGIC can see it. SO. Grand Magus Emily! Me having magic; STATUS FUCKING CONFIRMED. Let’s goooo!!!

Throughout the past month, she’d grown a little concerned. Stephanie had seemed to fall into her powers right away, and Kelly already had her Send stuff which was amazeballs. Rebecca could just about spirit walk or whatever in the dreamscape from the get go, which was incredibly intimidating. Because, Emily had… nothing. Despite trying everything. She’d focused inward and soul-searched, and then meditated, and then made a slapdash attempt at a do-it-yourself saltwater sensory deprivation chamber using Brian’s bathtub, she’d pushed out her senses and strained herself, Emily had felt for hidden meridians or chakras to circulate qi through, and even tried forcing things to happen, but still had no fucking clue what her innate powers might be, or if she even actually had any.

Everyone else is getting magic superpowers. WELL, I WANT POWERS TOO!

Because, what if the others were special, and she just… wasn’t? What if the charm stuff had to do with fate or destiny or whatever, and Emily just didn’t have any? She knew she loved Brian more than anything, so it was supremely vexing that the innate power stuff she was frantic to understand had to do with feelings for him somehow, and she was still somehow coming up short. How was that fair?

The big zilch for progress was just driving her insane. It was just so fucking frustrating. She wanted them way more than anyone else, so, naturally—all the cool supernatural shit continued to elude her. Wasn’t that just typical? The idea that she might somehow wind up randomly being a dud, or a mundle-born inert to magic mundane person, like they said in popular fiction terms—that idea filled her with dread.

But, now I for-sure have magic. I saw the little speck of light she made. ‘Yer a wizard, Emily! I’m gonna learn how to do magic, don’t care how hard it is, or how long it takes. Gonna be completely, totally, balls-to-the-wall HAX with weaving spells and shit, I don’t care what she says about me struggling at it.

I’m gonna learn fireball. I’M GONNA LEARN FIREBALL. I’m gonna make GIANT-ASS EXPLOSIONS and stuff, and learn how to fly. Gonna be that super OP end-game badass magic chica, rewrite reality and all that. Wait. WAIT. We could start up like, a magic academy, right? That’d be baller. What would we name it? We could call it, like—ummm—

Attention to this train of thought was jarred by startling sprays of water, because while distracted thinking about magic potential, Emily had also been watching Brian and Kelly make out. Growing puddles of blue had begun to creep upwards to flood her mind. The two across from her had been frenching for upwards of a whole damn minute now already while Stephanie and Emily watched in a daze, but now Brian was reaching to put a hand on Kelly’s exposed midsection. Seeing his fingers make contact, observing in fascination as his thumb traced a gentle line across her bare stomach had Emily’s brain squirting out horny hormones all of the sudden, and she had to self-consciously adjust the way she was sitting.

Fuckin’ A, Emily thought to herself in exasperation. Definitely was a good call on havin’ her go with the crop top thing. Kelly, she’s in no way fat, but that perfect little bit of tummy she DOES have, that you can kinda see? Really activates my almonds. And like, watching her go from sassy tough girl to uhh, to slutty submissive when he puts moves on her? When he moves in for that sorta mind-melting makeout thing? Sooo fucking hot—god damn, Brian.

Emily just really enjoyed watching Brian make out with Kelly, and she wasn’t even sure why. On paper, it didn’t make sense—harem or not, the girls were still competing for Brian’s limited time and attention. Weren’t they? She should feel jealous, or threatened, or heartbroken seeing the object of her affection being so intimate with someone else.

But, I just… DON’T, Emily thought as she hid her hands deep in her lap, all but covering the skimpy shorts she was wearing. Magic compulsion? That’s so… I dunno, interesting? It doesn’t FEEL like a magic compulsion. It’s kinda like there’s just no real disassociation between some of the individual relationships between us, where normally there would be. SOMETHING or other just automagically makes the first impression I have towards all of this think of it as a team effort sort of thing. As in, like—why would I be jealous of Kelly? We HAVE Kelly, she’s ours, she’s in our group. Those sweet tiddies are working for us, instead of against us. US. So—is the charm just mentally rewiring my psychology to default to an US sorta mindset, instead of a ME ME ME sorta thing?

That should have been a scary prospect, but all Emily was able to muster up was relief. Each of them was kind of individually a mess, and magically associating her relationship as a team effort meant that between them, just about all of their shortcomings were well covered for. The fact of the matter was that Emily knew she had a lot of personal shortcomings, and she was terrible at dealing with them.

She couldn’t help but take a big deep breath, filling her chest with as much air as she could hold, and then slowly blow it all back out in an enormous sigh. To her it was mostly a sigh of contentment, because, all things considered—she felt pretty good. Happy with everything. Their tomorrow troubles were still a little ways off, future prospects seemed pretty good for them, dinner had hit the spot, and yeah—she was more than a little turned on.

“Steph,” Emily whispered in a low voice as something occurred to her. “Hey—can you breathe on me?”

“—Wh-what?” Stephanie blinked at her. “Breathe?”

“Like, phheeuwhhh. Breathe on me,” Emily asked. “Just real quick? You had garlic bread, right?”

Rather than complying, Stephanie blushed, clamping a hand over her own mouth and leaning back away from Emily.

“No, no, I mean that’s the thing,” Emily insisted in a whisper. “You should have garlic breath. Right? We should. But, we don’t.”

Her mouth felt clean and refreshed, as if she’d just brushed her teeth. Just like the stubble on her legs never reappeared, even after a month of not shaving. She still showered and brushed and probably would continue to, simply because those rituals were so deeply ingrained, and yeah okay showers themselves were also just deeply relaxing, but the question now was—did they still NEED to do these things? It wasn’t even just hygiene, either. Emily had more energy, her mind had been clear and alert and it was easier than ever to focus.

There’s absolutely some tangible physical effects going on, Emily watched as Stephanie carefully cupped her hand in an attempt to check her own breath. But, we don’t know how much, or to what extent, and it’s already getting late to try to establish a baseline.

Would they still gain weight if they weren’t careful with their diet? Emily wasn’t sure—because when she discreetly checked herself out in the mirror this past month, all that came to mind was that this was the best she’d ever looked. As if she was active—hah, as if she was maybe magically pulling moderate exercise or physical activity from the space between dimensions somehow. Was there less flab? It was hard to tell, because she couldn’t find any. She wasn’t exactly toned or anything, she just thought she looked… good. Attractive. Cute and sexy. It made her feel more confident than she ever remembered being.

Anyways...

“AHEM, a-hrmm-hrmm-hrrmh,” Emily loudly pretended to clear her throat so that she could snap the two lovers out of it for a second. “Guys—c’mon.”

Her panties already felt too warm, the two had been kissing like forever, and as fun as it was to watch, Emily found herself real close to just breaking decorum and starting to finger herself or something as she watched. She was getting way too horny for all this pussyfooting around! Emily felt flushed all over, brimming with intense blue energy but also weak-kneed, like just the right touch would relax her all over.

“Damn, uh, sorry,” Brian broke off the kiss with one last rather wet-sounding smack of his lips upon Kelly’s. “How long were we…?”

Stephanie let out a nervous giggle, because when he drew back from Kelly and they could see her again, she looked—stupid. Insensate from whatever lurid pull of starry pleasure the long exchange of tongue and saliva had done to her. Her gorgeous eyes were half-open but didn’t seem to register her surroundings, merely taking in the room in dreamy daze. This was big tiddy bimbo-liner again, this was the oh we're so fucked Kelly that Emily remembered. The redhead was sprawled back against the sofa behind her in a boneless manner, her knees drawn up and apart in a way that splayed herself open in a lewd invitation, and Emily could smell wet pussy even though she was the whole way across the coffee table.

“Kelly? Kell?” Brian seemed to only now realize what he’d done to her. “Kell?”

“She’s fine!” Emily huffed, clapping both palms against her knees as she rose to her feet. “Get her up, both of you get the whole way up onto the sofa. Steph, can you—”

“I, I can grab the dish and the plates!” Stephanie hurried to offer, sounding embarrassed.

“No, no, weirdo,” Emily slapped Stephanie’s reaching hand away. “We’re not—we’re not worrying about all that.”

Instead, Emily hunched down to grab beneath the lip of the coffee table itself, and then shuffled backwards, dragging the whole damn thing back and away from where Brian was helping Kelly up onto the sofa. The free space created by rearranging furniture slightly would give more than enough room for both Stephanie and Emily to crouch there on the floor at Brian’s knees while he sat.

“Sit. You sit,” Emily insisted, putting her hands on Brian to push him back onto the cushions in a seated position.

Her scattered thoughts beaded and then joined into a growing flood of total fucking arousal, and the liquid blue seemed poised to drown out everything else if she didn’t act fast. She didn’t even have to shove Brian back against the sofa, and maybe the gesture was kind of rude—but just the simple act of doing it, expressing an urgency felt like a rather delicious outlet for yet another trickle of color that was streaming through her being.

“Are—um, are we—?!” Stephanie stuttered from somewhere behind her.

“Steph, come onnn,” Emily called, already dropping down onto her knees in front of Brian and pushing his legs apart so she could press in as close as possible.

His stupid pants were so freaking dumb! Because they were in the way, and grabbing across his lap she discovered a super distracting hardon just beneath the fabric that she was now desperate to free. Which turned out to be real difficult to do, because once she found that beautiful bulge there she didn’t want to let go of it even for a second, simply clutching at the warm cloth outline of Brian’s prominent erection. What a damned weapon! One of Brian’s free hands combed through her pixie-cut hair and Emily all but preened, closing her eyes and pressing her head up against his grasp like the naughty kitten she was.

Her back arched, and she stuck her butt out and wiggled it back and forth in a little happy dance no one would probably even see. Emily groped across for the annoying button of his pants, and then fought the stubborn teeth of his zipper, managing to yank it open tug by frustrated tug. Loose enough now that Emily could pull his pants down further, her frantic fingers reached to his sides to find the hem, and she yanked the offending garment down just as she felt Stephanie dropping into place beside her.

Then blue bled across her sight and with a cute inaudible plewp Emily felt as if her thinky brain was a tiny pebble cast carelessly into a deep, deep pool of lustwater—and that little stone was sinking down real fucking fast. Brian’s dick was just so massive to her, and the naked schlong springing free right into her face seemed like it rose up and up and up to unfathomable proportions.

H-how many inches is this? Emily wanted to measure it against something for comparison, but it was too difficult with the way she was nuzzling her nose and cheek against it. Is this uh, is this regulation? This, it has to exceed… uh… there’s no way this is regulation dick. This is so much!

Conscious thought was quickly receding, but something like the phrase what the actual fuck lingered on within her. Had this enormous pillar of dickmeat taken her virginity, back then? Taking it into her hand, it was just so incredibly thick, planting a sordid kiss right at its root felt so right, and blue washed over Emily in bewildering crashes as she fumbled with her free hand in an attempt to wrestle his stupid fucking pants down further so that she had more room, here.

Brian was saying something, but parsing out all the words and sentences and that… uhhh… speechy talk stuff? All that was distant, indistinct sound from way up above the surface, and Emily was way too far under water to bother making out what was being said. His hand was moving through her hair again, that felt good, and Emily tried to peer upwards at him past the prow of sheer cock that was obscuring her vision. Opening her lips wide, she was able to slurp about half of the base of his dick in, and with a noise of need that hummed deep from her throat she worked her mouth against him.

When she turned her head and pulled his penis to the side a bit she could lick and lap at where the base met his balls below, and that whole area was just incredibly interesting to her—she’d always wondered what it would be like playing with his balls, because they were something she’d never seen in everyday life. Discovery at this level of intimate attention was just amazing, and within seconds she’d slathered him down there with spit.

It was messy and her face was smeared with her own saliva, her butt wriggled again this time of its own accord, and her hand fondling its way up the big shaft towards the delectable shape of the head, she discovered it slippery with precum. Entranced, she tickled her fingertips across the slick and felt Brian thrust up out of his seat, and the humping motion was so fucking hot that Emily couldn’t help but attack his dick and nutsack with another sloppy onslaught of kisses, slurps, and nibbles.

Playing with the tip of his dick was incredible, it elicited immediate physical reactions from him, and the action of sussing out the shape with her hand, cradling it, tweaking it, and rolling her thumb across the very top was shooting streams of brilliant blue through her head like pressurized jets. His stupid oversized dick was probably too large to properly take the whole way into her mouth, but suckling across its length, exploring his balls, and showering him with attention was already so much fun that she was afraid she’d never ever want to stop.

Oh fuck oh fuck what the fuck have I started?! Emily mouthed an eager noise directly into the heat of Brian’s skin. I’m—I—it’s over—I’m over, I’m totally pervin’ out here, I’m completely fucking perving out here, there’s—there’s no going back to normal ever again! It’s over for me!

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