Chapter 7 🍋

Caine began to breathe heavier and heavier as his hands moved on their own accord. He slowly slid his black trousers down. His eyes never leaving the screen. Too afraid they'd miss the best show he'd seen in the circus yet.

Your fingers danced across your skin as you hooked them around your panties. The fabric stretching and contracting, sliding down your legs. The soft discarded fabric piled up next to your form, something Caine found himself hoping you'd leave behind and forget about.

The gentle taps of your footsteps echoed out as you did a 360 while gazing into the mirror. You began getting use to seeing yourself in a different body. You simply lingered for a moment taking it all in.

There was a bit of an uncanny feeling looking at a reflection that wasn't quite your own, but you didn't mind it. You felt it was similar in some ways to the real world, but— different. Thought you weren't quite sure how as most if not all of your memories were a distant haze.

One of the changes was that your form was more voluptuous in all the right ways in the digital world. Your skin was flawlessly smooth and your lashes were a bit longer in this body. Lifting your hands up to touch your icing hair a sweet sticky substance lingered on your finger tips before dripping off and disappearing. The missing icing you had wiped away was magically replaced by more. It seemed like the moment it was gone it was back the next. Moving your hands down over your face you noticed it feels smooth and soft, almost spongy like cake.

Then you made your way to your chest.

After squeezing your chest together and you let it go, watching the jiggle physics do their job. The supple mounds eventually coming back to their resting place after a bit of bouncing. Caine's hands began to twitch as his jaws clenched at the sight. He suddenly leaned forward in his chair, nearly on the edge of falling off it.

All he wanted to do in this moment was bury his jaws in your perfect pair of tits. Drool pooled behind his teeth, eventually it began dripping onto the keyboard. He quickly wiped it away, embarrassed at the sight of his primal display. He didn't even know he was capable of such depravity.

You continued your own exploration in the beachside changing room.

"Wow. Wish they looked like this when I was out there." You turn from side to side, sticking your hips out to catch a glimpse of what your ass looked like in the mirror.

Meanwhile Caine's shaking hand clicked on the screen record feature of his computer, making sure to be able to 'revisit' this moment.

Your icing hair swayed over your shoulders as you peaked behind in the mirror. He swallowed deeply. You traced the sides of your arms, taking in the soft texture once more. Caine inhaled sharply, the beating of his chest filled the office with a steady thud, thud, thud.

"Do I even still have anything between my legs?" You say to no one in particular. Soon after speaking you hoped this beach changing room had sound proof walls after that remark.

Your hand rests over the cold hard surface of the bench nearby as you glance downward. You slowly spread your legs and stare ahead.

In a rush like panic Caine discarded his underwear and pants. Kicking them off like his life depended on it. A white gloved hand greedily grabbed at his growing member, unable to take the tension anymore.

"Mnnn"

Grunting in pleasure he began pleasuring himself. He craved release, needed it even. The thick girth of his cock tensed and pulsed at the rough touch of his hand. He pictured your soft velvet walls clamping around his dick and what you might feel like.

The way your ass pressed against the hard surface drove him mad. His mouth salivated at the sight of the fleshy mounds compressing, wishing he was the one applying pressure to them. The steady glow of his computer screen illuminated an awful scene in his office. The depravity of his actions making him partially grimace, but he couldn't stop. His body wouldn't let him.

The pace set by his hand was steady, but strong. It pumped the aching member relentlessly yet steadily. An audible groan left his chest and vibrated out from his mouth as the pleasure washed over him. A near euphoric sensation.

Your hands glide down to your folds, you spread them open facing the mirror. Caine began pumping faster, recklessly even. His hand occasionally painfully smacking against his balls.

You think to yourself'I wonder if I still feel... from...down there still?'

Pausing for a moment before continuing. Slowly you began to lace your fingers around your bud. You gently apply pressure. A soft moan was barely picked up by one of Caine's many cameras.  He groaned at the sound. His eyes rolling back as he soaked up the bliss of your voice ringing in his ears. Your hand was now moving faster and you began calling out.....

"Caine"

For a moment he stopped breathing and moving. His eyes set on you, his throbbing cock poured precum onto his hand. He was eerily still. Wondering if he was imaging all of this.

Then you did it again.

"Ohhhh~ Caine"

His hand was now moving at an uneven tempo. His pace faster than before. Breaths between both of you became shakey, but his were on the verge of animalistic pants. He deeply inhaled and groaned as his balls twitched with the need to fill your soft velvet walls. There was nothing he wanted more than to coat every inch of your insides with his seed.

A knot began forming in the pit of both your stomachs. It compressed and pulled on the strings of pure bliss.

You moaned his name again as you came undone on the bench. The slick wet folds glistened with your juices as they began spilling out. A pressure was boiling over that couldn't be contained any longer. The thick knot of tension snapped and thick hot streams of cum hit the screen as he groaned out your name,

"Fuck y/n..."

His legs were twitching and convulsing, bucking his hips rocked forwards with each spurt of cum. The heterochromatic eyes of his face rolled back as he let out a content sigh.

The two of you were now left to clean up the mess made.