Cameron To Candy

Marcus pointed toward the bedroom. “Upstairs.”

Candy frowned. “…Why?”

“Because we’re consummating this marriage tonight.”

She laughed. “Oh, that’s a good one.”

“I’m serious.”

“…You’re, wha, no you're not!"

“I got a potion."

"When?!”

“To help with things.”

"That's not what I, oh gludge!" He stepped toward her; she stepped backward. “Marcus…” He didn’t stop. She took another. “Marcus! Don’t you dare!” She spun to bolt for the hallway and made it exactly three steps. He caught her around the waist with surprising ease. “Oh, come on!”

He simply threw her over his shoulder. Candy yelped as her feet left the floor. “Marcus!” He started up the stairs. She kicked helplessly, trying to wriggle free. “Put me down!”

“No.”

“You absolute jackass!”

“We’re wasting time.”

“You’re the one carrying me like a sack of potatoes!”

“That’s not true. Potatoes don’t argue this much.”

“They would if they had mouths!”

Marcus continued climbing without so much as losing his balance. Candy folded her arms as best she could upside down.

“This is ridiculous.”

“Ha, are you pouting?”

“No! It’s the damn spell! It made my lips too full so everything I say comes off pouty or sultry!”

He reached the bedroom and set her gently on the edge of the bed. Candy immediately scooted backward. Marcus closed the bedroom door.

“Marcus…”

He looked oddly… confident. Utterly certain one might have said. It didn’t fit him. This wasn’t Marcus. Not the man who’d once spent half an hour comparing nail prices before buying five nails. Five nails. She narrowed her eyes.

“What potion did you take?”

“The helpful kind.”

“That isn’t an answer.”

“It helped.”

“With what?”

He smiled. “My confidence.”

Candy stared at the bulge in his pants. Is that what he was calling it?

“…That’s disgusting.”

“It worked.”

Outside the bedroom window, something orange flickered against the night sky. Candy glanced toward Beltforge. A faint glow shimmered near the summit. She frowned.

“Marcus…”

“What?”

“The tip of Mt. Belt, its, its glowing red."

“So?”

“So it hasn’t done that since the Great Demon War!”

“Well, why not tonight? Just for us." That was too poetic for Marcus. How was any of this happening? Another distant rumble rolled across the valley. Candy looked back at him.

“This isn’t right.”

Marcus stepped closer. “We’re wasting time.”

Candy’s mind raced.

Think. Think. Think!

Marcus dropped his pants, and his long, hard dick sprang up. It practically made a ssssspoorrroooooiiiiinnnggggg sound as it slowly stopped bobbing up and down.

“Marcus!”

He stepped between her knees, caught her around the hips, and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Before Candy could decide whether to retreat, he tugged the Ministry-issued teddy over her head, leaving her full breasts straining against her bra. He gave one of them an appreciative squeeze, then flipped her over and stripped away the rest of the garment.

What are you doing?” Candy squealed, clutching at the blankets.

“Consummating,” Marcus answered with determination

"But, I'm not even changed down theiAWWW!" Candy yelped as she felt his considerable “confidence” press between her cheeks up to her ass hole. Every muscle in her body tightened at once. Her knuckles went white from the grip on her sheets. Ouch! Shyte shyte shyte! She wasn’t ready for this! Then, by the grace of Lustrama, it came to her. Those ridiculous romance novels from the Literary Society. In the smutty ones, the dramatic heroine often had a line...

She turned around as best she could from her prone position on the bed and pointed at his huge, hard cock. “Oh, Marcus…” He paused. “Please not yet…You’re too big for me!” She nearly threw up in her mouth saying it.

Marcus froze. His expression shifted slightly. His shoulders straightened as a slow smile spread across his face.

“…Really?”

Candy internally celebrated despite nausea. He'd fallen for it, hook. line and sinker. Had she been that easy to manipulate when she was a man? She gave the most convincing nod she could manage.

“I mean… obviously. Look at you!” She cried, turning herself back around.

Marcus looked absurdly pleased with himself for a moment, then extremely put off. “Gods damn it.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

Yes, finally reading those stupid books had payed off!

“…Fine.” Outside, Beltforge glowed brighter. The mountain rumbled again. The room filled with warm orange light. “But I’m not wasting this.” He pulled her closer and thrust his dick under her bra, up between her melons. “Hold them together, tightly,” he commanded.

“But I —“

“Do it!” She jumped and had her boobs in her hands before she realized it.

“Good girl.” He complemented as he began thrusting. She could feel it, his dick rubbing up and down between her virgin breasts, her nipples stiffening from stimulation. She could feel it thrusting between them.

Gods, so gross! At least she didn’t have to do anything but hold herself. It was better than the damn blow jobs anyway, ugh. And maybe she could—

A shiver shot through her body, from her breasts to her legs.

“Uhhhh” she moaned. Damn it, were her boobs that sensitive now? Impossibley sensitive. The sensation people imagine in porn, rather than the reality of nipples needing to be worked up to it or they’d be painful to the touch. Oh holy shyte, is that why Lennie… when Candy accidentally touched—Oh!

"Look down and stick your tongue out," Marcus commanded.

"I, what? Gods no!"

"Do it Candy," Marcus commanded, reaching out and gripping her hair, he gently but firmly moved her head down. Her chin wedged between the tops of her breasts. She opened her mouth. Why? Why'd she do that? She should fight this more, but...

Her thought was interrupted as the tip of Marcus's cock hit her soft, wet tongue. Then again and again. A moment later, ew, what was that taste? Was it wet? Oh...

Marcus’s breathing changed and his thrusting picked up pace. She had to really try to keep her boobs together. Holding them like this wasn’t as easy as she always assumed it was. And this was all happening so fast. Impossibly fast. Holding them was all she had to keep her grounded.

Outside Mt. Belt erupted, hot lava shooting forth. Marcus grunted and did the same, huge ropes of cum shooting out, some trapped in her boobs, more shooting past her cleavage. A splotch hit her chin and slowly dripped down in globs. Her oversized breasts we’re covered in his hot sticky seed.

Ew ew ew!

“Good girl, little one,” he spat between breaths. He sounded satisfied. Outside it began to rain. Not the usual light rain, but weirdly huge drops. She risked a glance upward. What the hells?

“Marcus? Your hair turned grey! When..?”

“Oh, it’s been like that for a while.”

“What? No, it hasn’t! You’re lying! You were just—“ He leaned down and interrupted her with a kiss on the mouth. She mumbled through half of it before giving up. Then he began making his way, slow and sure, down to her nape and—

There was a flash of orange light at Mt. Bt erupted again. Candy shot upright with a gasp, shouting, “Cum lava!”

Her nightdress clung to her back with cold sweat. Beside her, a sleeping Marcus stirred in their large, shared bed.

“Candy, wha… bad dream?”

She couldn’t answer for a second. Her breathing came in ragged bursts. She wanted to kick him before she realized what was happening.

Finally, she managed, “A nightmare.”

Marcus rubbed one eye.

“Well… try to get some more sleep.”

“No.” She swung her legs over the side of the bed. “It’s… It’s morning anyway. I was getting up soon.”

He gave a sleepy nod. “Zoo today, right?”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah. The zoo. And the mage.”

“Mmm.”

He was asleep again before she’d reached the bedroom door. Candy paused in the hallway and looked back once. Marcus lay sprawled beneath the blankets, hair its usual dark black, softly snoring without a care in the world. He looked exactly like Marcus again.

“Gludge,” she muttered. She quietly closed the door behind her. As she descended the stairs, one thought kept circling through her mind.

Why the hell did I have a sex dream about Marcus?!?