Mags was sick like this once before, when we were teenagers. She ended up in the clinic for days, and ever since then, she’s needed daily injections to keep her condition under control. I’ve never asked her about it, but maybe now’s the time.
“You’re taking your meds, right? You haven’t skipped a day on accident?”
“I’m not stupid, Kip. I give myself my shot the first thing every morning. I haven’t missed a day, and I’m not sick. I’m just hot and cranky.”
That’s as much a dismissal as anything, and I know I won’t get more out of her tonight.
“Okay. Well, I hope you can cool off enough to sleep. Tomorrow’s the big pre-heat prep day.”
“Yep.”
Retreating to my bedroom, I shut the door and plop down on the bed. At least here, where there’s an abundance of rooms, I have some privacy. I won’t have to share a room with Kaden again for a while if this con goes well, and I find I quite enjoy some space for myself. There’s even an ensuite bathroom for each of us, which is super convenient.
Despite Mags’s complaints, I’m cold. Maybe a hot shower will fix me.
The shower starts off normally enough, and I let my mind wander while the steamy spray beats down on me.
For all that she didn’t seem quite herself tonight, I have to admit that the flush of color in her creamy skin made Mags look radiant. A few loose tendrils of pink hair stuck to her neck when she iced it, and even with the overabundance of Threnody’s perfume in the environment, she smelled nice. Sweet, like spun sugar and bubblegum.
This isn’t the first time I’ve thought about Mags while in the shower, and I’m sure it won’t be the last.
As I replay the image of Mags sweating in her tank top, my mind slowly strips away the few layers of clothing she wore, leaving her heaving chest bare to my thoughts. I reach down and stroke my aching cock, shutting my eyes to better focus on my fantasy. The details of the daydream might change from time to time, but one thing always remains the same: It’s always Mags.
Dream-Mags steps into the shower stall with me and tilts her head back, wetting her long hair until it’s plastered to her back. She peers at me over her shoulder, licking her lips with a grin.
“Come here often?” she teases.
“Only when you’re here,” I say, pulling her close. Her firm, round ass bumps into my cock, and she wiggles her hips. The scent of bubblegum and cotton candy fills the air. I inhale it like my life depends on that heady aroma.
My hands roam across Mags’s porcelain skin, exploring the hills and valleys of her body. When my fingertips brush across the stiff peaks of her nipples, she moans and arches her back.
“Bend over, Mags.” I stroke her tits and rub my cock against her ass. “I need you.”
As she always does, Dream-Mags complies with my every whim. She places her hands on the wall of the shower for support and bends at the waist, exposing herself to me. Even with the stall full of steam, I can still feel the heat radiating off her glistening pink pussy.
My fingers slide between her lips, and she gasps. Her breath already comes in short, quick pants, but I don’t want to rush this. I want to savor every second.
“It’s okay, baby. I’m here. I’ll take care of you. I’ll always take care of you.”
With each word, I press deeper, adding another finger, then another, until all four are in. Mags’s pussy clenches around me, and I shudder.
“That’s my good girl. Take it all. I can’t knot you, but I’ll fill you up. Don’t you worry.”
As a beta, I’ll never know the ecstasy of knotting a woman like Mags, but there are ways around that. My hand thrusts into her, and I slowly curl my fingers into a loose fist.
“Is this okay, baby?”
“Oh, Kip!” Mags’s legs tremble, and I stroke her hip with my free hand to calm her.
“There you go, sweet girl. Just a little more, and I’ll be in. Just be patient.”
Bit by bit, I work the rest of my fist into her. Mags cries out and starts humping my hand. She clamps down on me, locking my hand inside her. My eyes roll back in my head, and my grip on her hip gets tighter.
“That’s it. Ride my hand, baby, and then I’ll give you the good stuff. I’ll fill you up. I promise. Just a little more.”
Watching my hand vanish at the wrist almost does me in, but I hold on for Mags’s sake.
Finally, she comes with a scream. Her walls flutter around me, and I know she’s ready now.
