Summary: After months of relentlessly promoting "What It Sounds Like", Zoey, Mira, and Rumi finally begin their long-awaited hiatus. Zoey plans to spend it by the sea, returning to her parentsâ home near Pohang. She invites Mira to come along, and something shifts in the way they perceive each other.
Summary: After months of relentlessly promoting "What It Sounds Like", Zoey, Mira, and Rumi finally begin their long-awaited hiatus. Zoey plans to spend it by the sea, returning to her parentsâ home near Pohang. She invites Mira to come along, and something shifts in the way they perceive each other.
Tags: Original Work, Original Character(s), Friends to Lovers, Fantasy, High Fantasy, Awkward Sexual Situations, Awkward Conversations, Fluff and Smut, Smut, Sex, Porn with Plot, Porn with Feelings, Magical Sex Toys, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Foreplay, Blow Jobs, Explicit Language, Dubious Consent, but neither of them knows what's actually happening, Very Consensual Sex Afterwards, Happy Ending.
Chapters: 1/3
Words: 2430
Summary: Coral, a water genasi, has spent weeks secretly yearning for her party mate, Nathanâa white tiefling whose charm and confidence have captivated her since the day they met. Unwilling to jeopardize their friendship, sheâs kept her feelings to herself. Desperate for release, she acquires an enchanted toyâa magical object that mimics the body of whoever she envisions. When she pictures Nathan, the doll transforms, bringing her fantasies to life in ways she never imagined.Â
The only reason Coral hadnât found herself in a brothel yet was that she didnât want to look like a desperate teenager looking for a quick fuck. She wasnât, she really wasnât. She was a 32-year-old woman who had been stuck in sexual frustration for far too long, all thanks to her party mate.Â
But there was a problem. She couldnât make a move. She didnât know if he felt the same, and she wasnât about to ruin their friendship by making things awkward between them. They had been through thick and thin together on countless adventures. They fought side by side, trusted each other with their lives, but there was no way he saw her as anything more than a friend. Right?
Gods, she was in a mess.
Nathan was attractive. Desirable. His confidence, damn, even when he was about to do something reckless, she couldnât help but find it magnetic. The way he could easily carry her around, how that smile of his made her knees weak. His laughâinfectious. And those red eyes? They haunted her dreams.
But she had never acted on it. She was smart enough to know the difference between friendship and something more. Nathan saw her as a reliable party member, probably not very different from the way he looked at Astra. He probably never even considered her in that way. She was almost certain of it. So, she kept it all inside.
Until that moment.
Coral had found a solution. Sort of.
It was early morning, and sheâd managed to avoid the usual distractions of town long enough to make her way to the market. She had a contact, a merchant who sold everything intimate, including some⌠unusual items. Items that promised to fulfil her deepest desires without ever needing to confront Nathan about them.
She had come across a magical sex toy. The merchant had told her that it was enchanted to mimic the body of whoever she envisioned, from the belly button to mid-thigh. The merchant also warned her that if the feelings were reciprocated, the other person would feel everything. Coral wasnât worried about that; she knew that Nathan would never be hers.Â
Thankfully, she had arranged for Astra, Charlieâthe other party membersâand Beansâher pseudodragonâto spend the night in an inn in town. Nathan would spend the night gambling away at some tavern; hopefully, his adversaries wouldnât suspect he had extraordinary luck given to him by his patron. So she had the ship all to herself! Sure, some crew members were probably around, but she heard them fuck all the time, so nothing outside the usual. The important part is that the whole party is far from the ship, doing their business.Â
And at that moment, she was on her bed with only her nightgown on, staring at this strange toy. She hadnât touched it yet, but when she closed her eyes and thought of Nathan, the magic responded.
When she opened her eyes, the skin of the toy had turned white. The length thickened and stretched. Freckles and moles bloomed on pale skin. Coral had never seen Nathan down there, but she had seen most of all else there was to see, and there was no doubt that thatâs how he looked. Every detail. The muscles, the curve of his form.
The toy looked perfect in her eyes, and she was going to make good use of it.
*
Nathan was sitting at a table in a tavern, a group of locals gathered around as they played a few rounds of cards and gambled away some of their gold. The tavern buzzed around himâlaughter, talking, the clink of coins, the faint smell of ale. He was focused on the game, leaning forward as he studied the card in his hand.
He hadnât noticed anything unusual at first. But then, suddenly, his dick grew inexplicably warm.
One moment, he was minding his business, and the next, pleasure engulfed him. His breath hitched as something hot and wet closed around his lengthâhis mind scrambling to make sense of the sensation.Â
Tongue swirls, suction, heat. His fingers clawed at the desk beside him as his cock throbbed under the relentless stimulation.
His head swam. His breath came ragged.Â
This was no simple hallucination. He could feel every inch of itâthe teasing flicks of a tongue at his slit, the way it dragged over the sensitive underside, the way the warmth engulfed him all the way to the base. And gods, whoever was doing this? They was moaning around his cock, and he could feel the vibrations rattling through his bones.
A strangled sound escaped him. His hips bucked instinctively into nothingness.
He quickly grabbed his gold, apologised to the locals and ran to the nearest bathroom. Whatever the fuck was happening was not going to happen in public.
âWhat the fuck,â he hissed, hands flying down to cup himself protectively.
But it didnât stop.
If anything, it got worse.Â
*
Coral was having the time of her life.
The toy twitched in her mouth, responding to every movement of her tongue, every slow, intentional glide of her lips. The enchantment was a masterpiece. It must have had some kind of advanced response system, because every flick of her tongue made the length twitch as if it were real. Some powerful wizard was behind this.
She sucked harder. Moaned around it. Kept touching herself while she worked her tongue along his length, savouring every little movement.
For the love of Procan, please let her do this to Nathan himself someday.
And Gods, that thought made her even wetter.Â
*
Nathanâs knees buckled.
His back hit the locked door, and he slid down with a shuddering breath. He was close. So fucking close. And whateverâwhoeverâwas doing this to him? They werenât stopping.
His head tipped back. His fingers wove into his own hair as he groaned through gritted teeth, thighs trembling as pleasure threatened to spill over.
The hot mouth surrounding himâbecause it was definitely a mouthâtook him deeper. Sucked harder. Sloppy, enthusiastic, devastatingly good. He had never felt head like this. Never felt anything so overwhelming, so consuming. His moans slipped past his lips before he could swallow them, and his hips rolled helplessly, trying to chase more friction, more of that sweet, unbearable heatâ
He came with a broken sound, white-hot cum surging through him in dizzying waves. Whoever it was, swallowed. Kept going and sucked him dry like they were enjoying it.
And when he finally slumped against the door, chest heaving, fists clenched, the only thought that made it through the fog of overstimulation was:
What the fuck just happened?
*
Coral licked her lips as she pulled away, swallowing the last remnants of the dollâs release before grinning down at it.
That was fun.
But she wasnât done.Â
*
Nathan barely had time to recover before it happened again.
He had just made it back to his room on the ship. Convinced himself it was a bizarre, one-time magical incident, and was about to get some well-earned rest when the ghostly sensation of fingers trailing down his length snapped him back to full alertness.
Fuck.
His body jerked. His hips bucked forward involuntarily as the sensation returned, this time slower, more deliberate. The phantom hand stroked him, teasing the tip, palming the length just right.
A groan ripped from his throat, his face buried into the mattress as he rutted helplessly against the sheets.
Somewhere, somehow, someone was making him suffer.
And it felt so good.
*
Coral grinned as she straddled the doll; just the view of her blue skin against the toy brought her so much pleasure. She started rolling her hips to grind against its growing length. The enchantment was a masterpieceâreplicating not just a body, but the full experience of intimacy. The longer she teased, the harder it got.
Her breath hitched as she guided the thick head to her entrance, shivering as she slowly pushed down, inch by inch. It stretched her so good, like she hadn't been stretched in weeks. Gods, how long had it been? And fuckâshe loved it, and missed it. So much.
She bit her lip as she began to ride, her hips moving slowly at first, savouring the sensation.
Her body trembled, and the doll reacted in kind, responding to each shift, each movement as if it were real.
*
Nathan was losing his mind.
The pressure around his cock was unreal, the heat, the frictionâfuck. He could feel someone seated on his lap, grinding down onto him, taking him deeper and deeper.
His fists clenched the sheets. His legs shook.
âGods damn it, just get on with it!â he growled, biting down on the fabric of the pillow he put on his face as his hips snapped up desperately, seeking more.
The moan that followedâclear, sweet, and familiarâsent a shiver down his spine.
He froze.
And then he smirked.
âOh,â he murmured, testing the waters, rolling his hips up particularly hard.
âFuck,â he heard from afar, in the genasi accent he was so used to.
A moaned âfuckâ was heard from afar, barely audible, just enough to recognise the voice he knew so well.
That was definitely Coral.
Smug satisfaction surged through him. So, thatâs how it was. If she wanted to fuck him through magic, who was he to complain?
Frustration quickly replaced his smirk. His body was on fire, yet it felt like he had no control. He reached, grasping at empty air, unable to touch anything solid. There was nothing he could physically grab, but his body screamed for more, desperate for any kind of contact, to push back, to feel her, to ground himself in the reality of this unrelenting pleasure.
He needed leverage. He needed to touch her.
His hands clawed at the air, fingers flexing desperately as if trying to find something to hold onto. The magic wasnât giving him any answers, but his bodyâhis aching, burning bodyâkept pushing him forward. He closed his eyes and focused solely on what he could feel. She was there in the sensations, even if he couldnât see her. Every movement of his hips, every slight shift in the air, sent waves of heat crashing over him, pulling him deeper into the enchantment.
Then, finally, he felt something solid.
Soft.
A trembling, responsive shift beneath his touch. He was on the verge of losing himself, but then there was the faintest tug. A curve. A softness. His mind raced as he realised what he had foundâher hips.
He gasped, trying to steady himself as he gripped harder, trying to force her body to meet his. His fingertips dug into the skin, while his other hand followed the curve of her body, seeking the heat he knew would be there.
His heart hammered in his chest as he felt more than just skin, the gentle curve he sought, the way her body seemed to tighten and shift with each movement, pulling him deeper into the magic. His fingers explored with purpose, seeking, searching, until he felt the unmistakable shape of a clit.Â
He didn't even have to think; his fingers instinctively pressed, circled, teasing in the same rhythm that he knew she needed.
The world around him melted as he continued to push forward, each move a desperate plea for more. He couldnât stop now. Every touch, every pressure point he found, seemed to make the magic respond more urgently. The sensation was mind-bendingâeach stroke, each movement of his hips, each curl of his fingers, seemed to spark an echo of heat, pushing him toward an edge he couldnât even comprehend.
Coralâs moans, muffled and distant, filled his ears. He wasnât sure if it was his imagination, but her voice seemed to grow louder, her pleasure real. Her body responded in kind. He pushed harder, his breathing ragged, desperately trying to sync himself with the sensation, desperate for that one point of release that was just out of reach.
It felt so real.
His grip tightened on her, trying to hold her steady, pushing in, grinding, feeling her tremble with every movement. He could hear her moaning louder now, more urgently, and it fuelled his drive. Every sound she made seemed to guide him. He wasnât just trying to satisfy himself any more.Â
He was driving her to a breaking point, too.
Her body shuddered, the rhythm picking up as he continued to stroke, his thumb pressing harder, his fingers teasing with more intent. Coralâs movements grew more frantic, more messy, her hips rolling into him as if she were lost in the sensation, and his own body struggled to keep up too.
Finally, he heard it. That moanâso loud, so sharp, that he was sure the entire ship could hear it. It made his own hips jerk, desperation flooding him. His entire body trembled as he finally gave in to the tide, rolling his hips harder, faster, desperate.
That was it. The moment of pure bliss.
*
Coral came hard, her body shaking, back arching as cum filled her deep and thoroughly. She collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent, blissed-out grin plastered across her face.
She turned herself around with sluggish, languid movements, every limb heavy and slow, like her bones had melted away. The world felt soft at the edges, distant and humming. She let her gaze drift upward, mind still pleasantly blank, and admired the painted ceilings of her cabinâcolors swirling lazily above her like a dream.
Gods, that was good. Too good. Her thoughts came slow, syrup-thick and sinking. That had been some of the best dick sheâd ever hadâreal or not. Her thighs still trembled from it. And the way the toy came inside her, like it knew exactly what she wanted? Perfect. Absolutely perfect. She almost laughed, but didnât have the strength. Just lay there, boneless, blissed-out, and very, very satisfied.
After a long rest, she felt the chill creeping into her limbs. Still loose-limbed and a little dazed, she made her way to the bathroom and began drawing a bath, adding a generous pour of her essential oils and a handful of sea salt. When the tub was full and steaming, she stepped in with care, sinking into the heat with a quiet sigh. The fragrant water curled around her like silk, and for a moment, it almost felt like the hot springs back in her villageâcomforting, familiar, and just what she needed.
*
Nathan barely had time to groan before sleep claimed him, exhausted, drenched in sweat, and thoroughly satisfied.
Coral, a water genasi, has spent weeks secretly yearning for her party mate, Nathanâa white tiefling whose charm and confidence have captivated her since the day they met. Unwilling to jeopardize their friendship, sheâs kept her feelings to herself.
Desperate for release, she acquires an enchanted toyâa magical object that mimics the body of whoever she envisions. When she pictures Nathan, the doll transforms, bringing her fantasies to life in ways she never imagined.
