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A Companion Unobtrusive - Lisa reward story
🕑 Added 2022-01-30 23:49:21 +0000 UTC"You shouldn't have," Lisa gasps, accepting the gift from you. A luxuriously packaged potion in an elegant bottle with a fancy bow attached. "You made this yourself? So wonderfully inventive. And the flair for presentation. If this tastes as good as it looks, I think somebody deserves a smooch. A nice one. On the cheek." Uncorking the bottle and throwing it back, Lisa's approach to drinking what you've made her is a bit less refined than her tastes may run, throwing it back like a flagon of ale and guzzling it down in a flash. It's just what you want her to do though, sitting there watching her do it, completely oblivious to the fact that she's playing perfectly into your hands.
"I hope you like it," you tell her, watching her go and watching her guzzle down bit after bit, the liquid line dropping lower inside the ornate bottle with each hasty gulp. The two of you sit beside the fire, halfway back to Mondstadt, and you've sprung this surprise on her as a way of smoothing over the last leg of the job you both took on. "I worked had to perfect the recipe."
Lisa finally finishes it all, letting out a shocked gasp, an almost rapturous noise of enjoyment over what she's just drank. "It's wonderful," she gasps. "I don't know what you added to itm, but it's making me feel warm all over. So warm. So... So warm... So..." Her head wavers. Lisa's eyes sag. Everything starts slowly, but a steady drooping overtakes her and once it starts it becomes heavier, racing through her until she flops back without warning, dropping onto her back and completely passing out.
It worked perfectly.
You scamper over to her. "Lisa?" you ask, giving her some pokes, turning her head back and forth a few times. She's limp and completely out of it, induced into an incredibly tight slumber much too steep for her to come out of easily. She's limp and hopeless and just how you want her as you run your hand along her thigh and let the other squeeze at her ample chest through her dress. "Lisa, wake up," you say, all while you lean forward and advance upon her gorgeous, sleeping face.
You shove your tongue right into her mouth. It's a shameless gesture, as blatant and as wild as you can muster, kissing her while she lies totally hopeless below you. Ever since you started traveling with Lisa, the desire to fuck her has been overbearing, and with the recipe for a potent sleeping potion in hand, you've finally taken the initiative to act on those feelings. You have Lisa completely passed out at camp, sure not to remember a damn thing as you kiss the sleeping woman and feel her up every which way. She’s not responding to any of it, out cold to a degree almost too perfect to believe.
There's no response. Not even a murmur. The effects are supposed to be fast, but even by those standards this is pretty outrageous. Your tongue continues its sloppy advance and the chaos pushing you slowly forward, letting the pleasure rise, letting your cock harden inside your clothes while you focus on having her. "You're even prettier when you're asleep," you tease, pulling back from her lips to admire how peaceful she looks. It's a hopeless state to be in, one that has you further excited and reckless, ready to make your deeper move on her. Her vulnerability is absolute perfection.
Her panties came to come off. You pull her skirt up and begin to wiggle them down her butt and her thighs. It's slow, but you have plenty of time to savour this. Your tongue pushes back into her mouth again, and your other hand pulls her dress down from above, trying to free her plush tits. Her hat can go, too; it lies halfway on her head, bothersome and in the way. She'll have it in the morning. It's okay. It's all okay. In your hands, Lisa is safe, after all. You're ready to take good, slow care of her and build her up to everything to come. You aren't hurting her. You're just violating her trust and using her body.
Nothing big.
Her breasts come free and her panties are left hanging off of one ankle, which leaves you free to get both hands onto her plush tits, to grope her madly while her green eyes remain closed and her face hangs in peaceful stasis. There's nothing about how she hangs there that leaves you thinking she's going to wake up. The potion is working, and you're just about ready to escalate it to the fun part, confident that she really isn't going to wake up and get in the way of anything.
You pull off of her and start to do away with your own clothes. There's nothing around for miles, nobody to find you two, nobody to disrupt every depraved thing you're about to do to her. "I have another drink for you," you tell her, kneeling down by the side of her head again and taking your cock in hand. It's rock hard. It's dripping. You are absolutely ravenous in the state of pure heat taking you further. Everything has built up to this, a two-day affair of planning and waiting to spring this surprise on her, and now it's time to act on it all and collect.
You slide your cock into Lisa's mouth, taking it slow in your careful advance, pacing yourself as best you can for the utter insanity and wrongness of sliding your dick into a sleeping woman's mouth. It's hot and wet in there, just perfect for you to take. A pair of fingers press down on her tongue and you make sure her jaw is open as you push your dick in, make sure she doesn't bite down on her sleep. "So good," you shudder, head rolling back. The act of merely dipping into her mouth is already so much to savour, and it's not even the deepest you're ready to go. That has you excited, hungry, burning with a very specific sort of craving now to take this as far as you can.
With painfully careful, slow strokes, you begin to fuck her mouth and fuck your way deeper into it, pacing everything around the very real need for self-control and restraint. Never too fast, never too abruptly deep. You want to see how far you can go, sure, but it's about holding yourself to some degree of restraint, about walking this very strange line as best you can. It's too much to handle, but you feel prepared to take it at your own pace and work up to this.
Her jaw stays in place even as your fingers lighten, but her lips start to wrap around you. The attempt at a sucking motion makes you shudder in ravenous joy, your body aching hotter under her attention, and you don't want to hold anything back. You push forward and draw your fingers back, and her lips wrap perfectly around your shaft, adding on a suction and an attention that feels perfect. "Good girl," you tell her, squeezing her tits with your now freed hand, the other tight in her hair to keep her head positioned just right for your thrusts. Everything is coming perfectly together and you feel the burning pressure keeping you on edge.
Steady pumps work forward. You build up your steam, and it all feels perfect, feels like the rush into chaos and confusion that begs you down lower. It's excessive in very pointed ways, but you feel the burning confidence urge you deeper, feel the pleasure and the chaos begging you to continue indulging. It's just what you need, a chance to twist through these strange thrills and the endless, relentless want that it grants you. You can't help it. With her sucking on your dick in her slumber, a reflex that's definitely raising some eyebrows, everything is growing more and more delightful, her responses better than you could have imagined.
Soft skin yields under your touch. Her body is perfect, and it is absolutely begging you for more, keeping you craving the urges that follow and the pleasures of letting it all go. You want more of it, getting maybe more forceful with her breasts than you need to, but all in the name of getting what you want, all for the sake of further indulging in a body perfectly primed for your touch. You knew her glorious tits would offer you something amazing, knew she was going to grant you the pleasures you absolutely can't resist. "The first time I saw these gorgeous tits, I knew I had to fuck you," you explain to her while she remained cluelessly sucking in her slumber.
But you keep groping. Firmer, needier, you explore the wicked thrill of a pleasure that doesn't let up. You want to have your way with her. It's vital to everything carrying you forward that you let this take you further. The back of her throat yields to your cock and she doesn't even snore or gag as you push your way forward. Everything is so peaceful and rested, the potion's potency absolutely unquestionable in how hard it's put her down. That has you ready, urgent and feverish, thrusting quicker into her mouth, letting the pleasure get the better of you while pursuing the utter maddest of joys. It's all too much, too senseless and forceful for you to imagine containing. You need more of it. You crave it. Everything is coming perfectly together for you, and you let it push you to overwhelming, overdramatic heights of pure greed. You have to.
With her breast in your hand and your cock down her throat, everything is perfect, and the only thing keeping you from cumming is sheer force of will to keep enjoying this. You have all night with her, sure, but each load needs to last, each load needs to be special. It's a weird way to approach this, but you feel absolutely driven by the desperation of holding back and keeping the uncontainable joys pushing you into overdramatic places without any need for pushing or hesitating.
You can't hold out forever, though. The pleasure catches up with you hard, and you pull back in a gasp of pure panic, not wanting to fill her throat with cum and instead drawing out to fire off your load onto her face and her hair instead. Heavy ropes of thick, white spunk make a mess of her. You're happy to completely ruin her pretty face with your seed, to mark her with your spunk. She'll never know you did it, but you'll know, savouring the rigid chaos and delight of completely ruining her, claiming her so thoroughly that you'll never be able to look at her the same way again.
Then, you let go of her head and all too quickly move around to her legs. You're still hard, aching for more, unable to even feign control or restraint now. You need more of this and you need it right the fuck now, forcing her legs apart and moving quickly to get her completely lost to your touch. The hopeless, throbbing hunger grabs you tight and you get down there, staring at her pristine, puffy pussy. It's perfect. Perfect for quite a few things, but especially for what you're about to do to it.
The sleeping librarian offers no resistance as you slide your cock into her. It only takes one firm, slow thrust, a moment of patience while you savour the placid look of her cum-splattered face. You feed inch after inch of dick into her while she remains completely stuck, lying limp and letting you do whatever you want to her, urging her to come apart while you savour every last bit of taking her, until your cock is fully inside of her and she is left lying there limp and impaled and fully violated.
"Moan my name, Lisa," you tell her. Her head turns to the left and flops down. It's nothing, but that's fine. You pull back and begin the task of fucking her, extracting the cost of all the potion ingredients out of this vigorous use of her body now. The mouthfucking was a proof of concept, a way to test how far you could take it. Now, you know she'll yield fully to you, and with each careless and forcible stroke, you fuck her with direct desire and purpose, with the shameless greed of something so much more wicked and wild. You want to make the most of this, want to really dig in and force her to yield to you.
Her breasts begin to bounce about while your hips work with their wicked intent at the pleasure so shameless and wild that you can barely contain it. Everything you do is an expression of raw greed, having almost disdain for the concept of restraint while you push upon her everything you have. The potion has made her yours, left her vulnerable under your 'care', and every second until your balls are empty have to be spent using her thoroughly. "You're so fucking tight," you tell her. "I love your body. You should be my plaything." She still doesn't respond. Of course not. That's fine. Some things don't need responses.
Every thrust makes her wetter. Her body is responding to your thrusts, growing needier and allowing your dominance to push her harder. It's all coming perfectly together, all expressing the maddening thrill of your raw ownership over her. Lisa would be a great fuck if she was awake. Life changing. Everything about this stacked witch says she'd be amazing if you could get her conscious and willing to take your cock, but if you can't, then having her passed out is almost as good, the pleasures all almost feeling the same. It's incredible, the churning ecstasy bringing with it so much wild bliss and an excess that doesn't know sense.
Holding back while buried in her pussy is so much harder than holding back in her mouth. Every thrust feels like a challenge of pure will, your groans getting louder and hotter while you push onward, struggling to hold back the greedy pulses of pure want that carry you forward. It's all adding up too fast, pushing you further over the line, making these grandiose thrills into a rush of something truly mad. All your cock wants to do is fill her up, to pump her womb full of cum and leave her a sloppy wreck leaking your seed the rest of the night, wants to get a head start on the first of countless creampies you're going to give her tonight.
"Not yet," you try to tell yourself, hips moving hastier along, the struggle getting more dramatic and frustrating, every second passing with the churning frustration of wanting to milk this for everything you can before she milks your cock, but it's not meant to be. With a hopeless groan of pure joy, your hips go into business for themselves. You slam forward, burying yourself balls deep into her one last time and then erupting with the gooiest load you've ever shot, pumping her womb full and cum and madly ramming your hips against hers, burying your face into her tits to muffle the primal sounds you make. It's over the top in ways that don't feel real, but you give Lisa the most incredible creampie you can muster.
This is only the start, though. As long as there's anything left in your nuts, you aren't done with Lisa.
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When Lisa wakes up in the mooring, you've fixed her up, got her dressed again, even tucked a travel pillow under her head to give her some semblance of comfort. You're already working on making breakfast as her eyes open and she lets out a confused noise and a long yawn. "Good morning?' she asks, looking around. "What happened?"
"Morning," you shoot back with a helpful smile. "I gave you my gift last night, you drank all of it, and then you got sleepy. I don't know if dinner was too heavy, but you went out like a light." You play as innocent as possible with all of this. You did your part, and now you just have to keep a straight face and keep secret what you did.
"That potion was very good," she agrees, rising up to a seated position. She doesn't seem dizzy or off kilter at all, which means you brewed it properly. No bad side-effects. "Thank you so much for it, and for being a good, chaste companion."
"What do you mean?" You wear your poker face as well as you can. She can't have known. She was out cold.
"I mean you saw a pretty lady lying on the ground and all you did was help me with a pillow. That's very kind of you!" She leans forward a little bit. "I know you'd never do anything like that to me."
"Never," you tell her.
"Especially not feed me a potion to put me to sleep and do any of that!" She laughed. "Imagine how ridiculous that could be."
There's no judgment in her voice. It is a weird and uncomfortable confrontation, but she seems to genuinely just be joking around. "That would be crazy to do. Who would ever do that?"
"Not you, I'm sure. Especially not when I already don't lock my office door when I take my long naps. Gosh, I'm such a heavy sleeper that if anyone wanted to do anything to me, it would be pretty silly of them to go to those lengths when they could just do whatever they wanted to me in my office and I'd be none the wiser." That is way too specific, and you feel the heat rising. Not just the heat of breakfast sizzling, either. "Anyway, we'll be back in Mondstadt today. I look forward to it!"
