The Chimera Summoner

”Cum!” She said, instantly. 

I laughed. 

“Your wish is my command.” I swept her into my arms and carried her from the closet over to my bed. She chirped prettily and giggled in my arms, clinging to my neck for dear life. 

Which was probably a good idea. 

I resolved to hit the gym more, so that I could better toss around my needy familiar, since she was responding so happily to just being carried. 

I plopped her down on the bed, and she landed in a sultry, languid pose. 

“Strip.” I commanded. 

She obeyed in a flurry. 

“Not those.” I stopped her 

She paused in the act of slipping her fingers into the narrow waistband of her blue panties. She left them, watching me expectantly. 

I crawled on top of her. She pawed at my shirt, undoing my buttons in one smooth brush of her hand. 

“That’s a good trick!” I marveled at her little feat of dexterity and speed. 

“If you think that’s good, you should let me show you what else my fingers are good for.” She said with a cheeky air. 

We giggled, and I collapsed on her, kissing her with passion and we pressed our bodies together. 

I wanted every part of me to touch every part of her. 

Our bare, smooth legs tangled, caressing and locking, falling between one another, and embracing. 

I praised myself from the past for doing EVERYTHING in my shower earlier. My legs were as silky as hers and the sensation together was intoxicating. 

She swiftly released me of my clothes with the skill of an expert pick pocket. I found myself naked, skin to skin with my playful familiar almost without realizing when it had happened. 

We rolled happily for a while. Kissing, caressing, and exploring. We still had a lot of untried ground between us, making for some uncoordinated moments, and misinterpreted signaling as we learned each other’s likes, preferences. 

But I liked it. I treasured the little silly moments when one of us broke the mood by bonking foreheads together, or finding an unexpected ticklish spot. 

I accidentally tickled her sensitive rabbit ears, and she, in turn, was very excited to find my sides quite ticklish and chased me around the room mercilessly until I cried for a truce on tickling. 

Laughing, we crashed back onto the bed, holding one another’s sides as we giggled and kissed and fondled.

I went on a mission to find where she was sensitive. How she liked to be squeezed. The sensitive part of her neck, just above her collar bone that she loved when I kissed and nibbled. 

In the end, a little to my surprise, our sexy time ended up being a lot of play and exploration. 

Pleasure had been found, and I was hard as a rock. She had soaked through my panties and dripped down her thighs. 

Feeling her wetness sent an electric thrill through my system. I slithered down her body and joyfully lapped up her sweet nectar, taking my time to coax every agonizing moan of anticipation out of her. 

At last, I pulled the soaked lace down her long legs and settled my face between her thighs. Her sweet musky scent filled my nostrils and made my pulse intensify.

Her pretty pink lips had a magical, otherworldly spring quality to them. I breathed in the sweet and strong scent of her arousal. Even as I kissed and nipped inside her legs, a drop of clear liquid oozed out of her. 

With a long, slow, deliberate lick, I cleaned her from bottom to top, slowly snaking my tongue side to side to pet her pretty, plump pussy lips. 

She arched her back, and gave a high pitched, breathy groan that filled my bedroom with her sweet, femme voice. 

I looked up to enjoy the view of the beauty of her form, arching with pleasure on my tongue. She squeezed both her round, swollen breasts and whined for me as I circled her swollen clit several times before plunging my tongue as deep into her as I could reach, pressing my face into her. 

She clamped her legs around me, and slammed her hands down, grabbing my blankets like the bed was a life raft in a hurricane. 

I’d eaten my small share of pussy, in my day. But no girl I’d ever been with had been quite as wet as Lucy. 

As I lapped and suckled and kissed and slurped on her, she was fairly gushing. My face was slick somehow up to my eyes. Her entire groin was covered, and anytime I wasn’t actively attending to her needy little hole, she was dripping steadily down to her glorious ass. 

I trailed a finger over her puckering asshole and she gasped and nodded, unable to make coherent words at the moment. I grinned into her pussy, noting the sensitivity for a later date. 

For now, my fingers had a different destination. 

I plunged two fingers into her sopping pussy and started methodically massaging, slowly trying a few things, and carefully listening to her body’s signals to find her favorite spots. 

“Eirrrr yes, I like that. I like that a lot.” She whimpered, prettily. “Yes, master, please keep doing that! Ohhh!”

Her rising pitch coincided with me resuming caressing her clit with my tongue. Gradually I found a rhythm that she liked, and let her build and build, holding steady and letting her come unraveled. 

“Yes! Eir! Fuck, thank you! I like that! Just like that. JUST LIKE THAT! You’re making me feel so good! This is the best reward ever! PLEASE give me more?! PLEASE, don’t STOP! Thank you, master! THANK YOU, MASTER!! Uuuuuhhhuuuuuuuuunnnn! EIR, EIR, you’re going to make my pussy explode on you! Do you want me to cum for you?? Do you want me to cum on your pretty face??”

She was growing increasingly frantic. Her hips were bucking wildly, but I held on and didn’t relent wanting to see how high I could drive her before she came. 

“Wait!” I commanded. 

“Uuugh?!” She cried. “You don’t want me to cum yet?!” 

“That right, baby.” I snarled, between furiously lashing her clit with my tongue, holding an overflowing handful of ass in each hand. “Wait to cum until I give you permission.” 

Her eyes went so wide, as she stared down at me between her legs. 

“I’m so close!” She nearly pleaded. “But I will. I’ll be good for you. You give me the best rewards when I’m good for you. I can do it. I can… EEEEEHHHHH!! I can wait. I can waiiieeeeeeeeet!! Ugh!!” 

She was thrashing, eyes rolling, and legs trembling violently. She flailed her arms around in confusion, not knowing where to put them, before eventually ending up holding my hair, in sheer desperation. 

She resorted to unrepentant begging. “PLEASE, Eir let me cum for you! PLEASE I’m so, so, so I’m so there I’m right there! I can cum right this fucking second if you let me, please! Please please Eir! Baby, I’ll do anything! I don’t know if I can stop it anymore! Please Eir, don’t make me a bad girl! DON’T MAKE ME A BAD GIRL, SAY I CAN CUM PLEASE BABY PLEASE!!” 

She was nearly screaming and sobbing, and she fought off her titanic orgasm with everything she had. And her begging was driving me absolutely wild, each pleading word music to my ears. 

“Cum for me.” I ordered, before diving back to lash her sensitive clit with my tongue.

She froze for a second, every muscle in her body in tiny tremors like hummingbird wings and she tensed. Her hands in my hair squeezed so tight, I wondered if I was losing hairs from it. But I didn’t care. 

Like a dam break, it was one drop, and then a flood. 

She came, screaming my name to the heavens. Her writhing shook my little bed. 

Her pussy GUSHED splashing little waves of hot liquid onto my eager tongue and smiling face. 

“EIRRRRRRRRR!!” She cried over and over. 

It lasted nearly a full minute, before eventually she suddenly pulled my head back from herself by my hair, with her tremendous strength. 

“Stop, stop stop stop stop.” She begged. 

I stopped, instantly, withdrawing my stroking fingers from her spasming pussy, as her whole body trembled. 

“Ughhhhhhhhhhhh.” She held her pussy in both hands one over the other, and twitched violently several times. “Come. Come hold. Please. Hold.” 

I felt a huge satisfied smile spreading over my face. She was good and delirious.

I curled protectively around her, propped up on an elbow and wrapped an arm around her chest. She clung to it, struggling to breathe properly. Her skin was flushed and hot, a sheen of sweat made her glisten gloriously.

I held her and murmured continuous soothing snippets of praise, as she gathered herself. 

“Good girl. You did so good. You’re so pretty. You are so pretty when you cum. You did so well, I can’t believe how amazing that was. Your pussy is so perfect. So wet and loud and messy! I can’t get enough of you, baby.”

Slowly, her spasms calmed down, and she turned around and buried her face in my tits. I didn’t have a lot to work with, in that regard, especially compared to her, but she made it work, folding my arms around her head. She then tried to constrict the life out of me with her arms around my ribs. 

“Easy there, Tiger!” I grunted, hastily, before she actually cracked a rib. 

The pressure lightened, all the way to just– very tight. 

A muffled string of words. 

“What’s that, beautiful?” 

“Holy fuck.” She muttered, then smooshed her face back into my chest. 

I smiled. “Yeah.” I kept squeezing her, since that seemed to be what she needed. 

Her breathing slowly evened out, and her heartbeat became more human, less jackhammer. 

Her vice grip on me loosened to just draping her arms around me, and I followed suit, freeing a hand to give her soft strokes with the backs of my nails down her back. 

She shivered. 

I paused. “Don’t like?” 

“Like like like.” She murmured. 

I resumed feathering my nails down her back, and she shivered again and snuggled into me. 

The way she nuzzled tenderly into me felt somehow more intimate than even the oceanic orgasm she’d just shared with me. I felt a little smile take up residence on my face and it felt like it was there to stay. 

“I liked when you made me wait.” She whispered.

“I liked when you were so obedient.” I whispered back. 

She tugged on one of her long rabbit ears, biting her lip.

“It just made me feel SO…!” She squeezed her legs around one of mine. 

“Yeah.” I agreed. “SO.” 

I squeezed her back. 

She giggled. 

I stroked her back. 

She settled down, seeming exhausted. Given what I’d just put her through, I felt that was fair. 

“I made a mess.” She said, sounding guilty. Maybe a little vulnerable. 

I put a finger under her chin and lifted her up to me. 

“I LOVE the mess.” I said firmly. “Do that shit whenever you want. Go harder. Fucking drown me. I’ll die the happiest girl alive.” 

She giggled and slapped my chest and then wriggled up to catch me in a kiss. It was deep and lazy and hot and comfortable in all the right ways. Our tongues roiled and fought. 

My throbbing cock twitched against her belly and she snatched it with a gasp. 

“Oh my gods!” She cried, sounding upset. “I forgot! I got so wrung out, I forgot all about you. Here, whatever you want. I can—“ 

I stopped her by smashing my lips into hers. She wrapped her legs around me, and tried to find an angle to get me inside her. 

“Not right now, baby.” I laughed. 

“Why not?!” She asked. “I won’t forget again, I promise. You made me feel so… so so so good. I want you to feel like that too!” 

I smiled fondly. “I know. But you’re tired. You look exhausted. And I am out of mana. I have to dismiss you, or I’m going to start taking damage.” 

Truthfully, I could already smell the coppery tang of blood in my nose, and my tattoo was starting to burn painfully. 

“Oh! So soon! I guess it’s not so soon. Fuck.” She looked like she had about a million things she wanted to say, but settled for a passionate kiss instead. 

She gave my cock a firm squeeze. 

“Hold this thought. Next time, I am wringing every drop of cum out of you, and you’re gunna be the most happy person who’s ever fucked a bunny girl in the ass.” She promised at top speed. 

“Wait what?” I asked wide eyed. 

My mana ran out, and the summon broke, since I wasn’t prepared to pay in blood. 

It was an abrupt dismissal. But as Lucy evaporated into verdant green mist, the mischief in her eyes was unmistakable. 

Alone, I rolled onto my back on my bed. 

My cock…throbbed longingly. 

“I need to raise my Mind attribute.” I muttered.