Courts and Cabals by G. D'Moore (e reader comics txt) 📕

possible way. I started out slow, but quickly picked up speed. Her body gripped my cock like it was life-giving oxygen and she was drowning. She was in control before, but here on the ledge, I was in charge.

Amanda’s groans filled the air as I hammered my cock into her pussy over and over again. The slap of our converging flesh echoed against the cliffs as I marked her ass as mine. Her heavy breathing fogged my mind, and her moans of pleasure did little to clear it. Still fucking her, I spread my arms like I was Leo on the Titanic and roared in victory. I sensed her smiling beneath me as my balls started to tighten in preparation.

At the last second, she arched her back, and I grabbed her hair. I pulled and thrusted as one, getting that much deeper as I let go and spilled my seed inside her. Her orgasm sent seagulls scattering, as my own cry of ecstasy washed across the bay. Several times I pounded into her, evolutionary-drive demanded I get my seed as deeply into her as possible.

As I ran dry, I struggled to breathe, and grabbed her hips for balance. We stood like that for a moment before I took a step back and slipped out of her. Extra semen followed my dick and plopped onto the ground between her legs. She turned to face me and touched my temple again. The vertigo hammered into me, and the world as I knew it returned. We were both standing in the gym, breathing hard.

“The mind is the most powerful thing anyone, human or supernatural, has at their disposal,” she lectured. “Can you present empirical evidence that what we just experienced is any different than your previous sexual encounters?” she gazed down at my crotch.

I didn’t need her to show me that I’d busted a nut in my pants, and if I was a betting man, I’d say she was a little damp down there as well. My dick was still throbbing as my mind tried to understand what the hell just happened.

“That felt fucking great,” I shook my head. I still wasn’t recovered.

I’d fucked a dwarf, Fae, imp, and been sucked off by a succubus, but what Amanda and I just had was something totally different.

“And totally fake.”

“Amanda, that was fantastic,” I pointed at the dark stain on my pants. “I present exhibit A,” I led with a smile before I dropped the bad news. “But no matter how good that was, it wasn’t real.”

“Real is how our brains interpret the interaction of matter around us,” she countered like she was lecturing a child. “Real is whatever we decide it is.”

I didn’t know how to argue with someone so solidified in a different version of reality than mine, so I changed tactics. “The sex was too good,” I replied.

“Too good?” I’d actually managed to surprise her.

“That wasn’t how sex is. That was how someone who hasn’t had sex expects sex to be. That’s how they expect it to feel. That’s how they expect themselves to look; but that wasn’t the real you, or the real me. Even the place was a fantasy. Real sex is chaotic, messy, sometimes painful, and never seamless. You can’t flow seamlessly from position to position like that. Me fucking you against that railing would give you scratches and bruising in real life. It might be hot as hell, but it wouldn’t feel great in the moment.” I saw I was making headway by the way she bit her lip.

“That’s my observation, empirical or not. That mindfuck was great, but it was really high-quality porn. The real stuff doesn’t always measure up to the fantasy, but that doesn’t mean the real stuff is any less good.”

I knew the last part wouldn’t make sense to her, but I shut up and let her digest it. “Mindfuck,” she chuckled. “I don’t think the term would pass peer review.”

I didn’t know what that was, but I nodded along.

“I’d like your notes on the experience written up, and if you could, please compare and contrast with real life experience,” she stated. “This experiment demands further analysis. I need more data before I can make a decision.”

I could tell that was as close as I was going to get to a concession from her. “You’ll have them by the end of the day,” I replied, as she picked up her stuff and walked away.

“By the way,” she stopped at the door. “There is enough research to support sexual activity far enough in advance of major sporting events. However, ejaculation too close to the start of said event leads to a lack of positive performance in the event. That being said, you probably shouldn’t engage in any more sexual activity until after your battle, or you risk the possibility of poor performance,” she concluded, and left like nothing had happened.

I just shrugged as the door closed behind her. “Apparently, my last jizz is going to be from a mindfuck given to me by an Anima mage.”

My life was weird, but that was next level. Just as Amanda had explained, Lilith later confirmed: no sex until after the fight.

Chapter 26

“Oh no, no . . . no . . . no . . .” I groaned as my fourth nervous shit of the day ripped through my bowels.

It was the type of shit that wasn’t watery enough to be diarrhea, but not solid enough to be standard. I sat on the porcelain throne, head in my hands, ignoring the stench as I contemplated my own mortality.

It was hitting me hard; harder than everything I’d eaten shooting through me like a torpedo. Eighteen-year-olds in the middle of their senior year of high school aren’t supposed to think of their life coming to an end. They think about midterms, getting drunk, getting laid, and