Seduction and Provocation 18+

"Alright, what have we got to work with?" You ask, turning your attention towards the table used for food prep.

"Well, I was going to cook-" Tracy begins, but you hold up a hand to stall her words.

"I... I am going to cook dinner." You announce, in a very matter-of-fact way. "As a treat for you. So... Let me at it!"

The answer, it seems, is 'fruit and vegetables'. A lot of fruit and vegetables. Apparently many of the berries that grow in the mist have textures like meat when cooked, and the local farms grow something close to grains. You can work with that.

A salad then, as a starter, with crunchy fruit diced up and mixed in, and a sweet dressing over top. For the main course, rice with a mixture of vegetables, something with a texture like scrambled egg, and something similar to jack fruit for a meaty feel.

For dessert... Well, you don't have any way to freeze anything for ice cream, but Tracy shows you how to whip up a quick pudding. "There, perfect!" You declare, once everything is cooking away. It's not exactly 'chicken fried rice', but it's close enough.

"You're pretty good at this." Tracy admits, looking over your shoulder. "Definitely a keeper."

"You think?" You laugh, appreciating the praise as she hugs you from behind. "I'm rather confident with my cooking skills." Even without meat... You're not sure how you're going to adapt to that, but apparently some fruit out there is exactly the same? At least, compared to your description of the textures and flavors... It's a bit too awkward trying to explain that you've eaten living beings before, even if they're just animals.

"Camellia should be here soon, so-" Her words are cut off by the knock at the door, and suddenly it seems her nerves have returned full force. "Ah... I should... I should get that."

"I'll finish up here." You smile at her, leaving her to it as you continue to stir the food. You could probably make a good soup, or a stew with the same ingredients... Plenty to experiment with.

"Sorry if it's a bit cramped in here, we're planning on expanding soon." Tracy explains, leading your guest into the living room area. After she's tidied up a bit, there's a lot more space not occupied by books.

"It's quite lovely." Camellia replies politely, turning to look at you a moment later. "And it smells lovely as well."

"Should be ready soon, unless you want to start with dessert." You explain, giving the pan another toss. Glancing over at Tracy... Ah, she seems a bit out of her depth once again.

"Here we are!" You announce, turning to move the plates to the table and settling in beside Tracy. "Dig in, tell me what you think!" It's a bit cozy at the small table, cozy enough that you entwine your leg with Tracy's, rubbing up against her gently.

"It looks lovely." Camellia praises, lifting her fork as Tracy does the same. You follow suit, and the next few moments consist of everyone sampling the dishes. "It tastes exquisite."

"As good as what you get in the big cities?" You ask, genuinely curious. Just how big do settlements get? You're... Probably going to have to travel, to find the rest of your 'wives'. Tracy, at least, seems somewhat agreeable to the idea.

"Indeed. You'd be quite popular at the restaurants there, I think." Camellia agrees. "Though, I think it'd be a shame for Tracy to lose you."

"Mhmm, I want to keep her cooking to myself." Tracy laughs, sending you a wink. You smile back, letting your free hand reach out to rest on her thigh, gently squeezing her through the denim. "S-so, how long are you in town for Camellia?"

"Not too long, I'm afraid. My next stop is Croceo Town, to meet up with my assistant." Camellia admits sadly. "It's not a long journey, Five floors through the local forests, and then four through a small canyon."

"That's... Nine hours of travel, if you do it all in one go, right?" You think the times are rather standard.

"Assuming no resting or injury, yes." Tracy nods. You smile back at her, moving your hand up a bit and giving her groin a squeeze. Her eyes widen in alarm, and flick over towards your guest.

"In reality it takes a bit longer, travelling by myself. All of my merchandise fits in my packs, but..." Your guest trails off with a shrug.

"I've wondered about that. You don't have a wagon or anything that I saw, so... Are the bags bigger on the inside?" That would be the logical thing, given what you know about Pokémon Mystery Dungeon.

"That's right. They're made to be light as well, though the larger ones tend to be quite expensive." Camellia nods. "It took me a while to afford one big enough to really make it as a merchant."

You nod along at her explanation, gingerly rubbing your hand along Tracy's length, feeling her harden along the leg of her overalls. She's starting to fidget now, and gaining a faint blush across her cheeks.

"This is really pleasant." Camellia admits, finishing off her plate of food. "I do appreciate the meal, and the attempt at seducing me." At that blunt remark, Tracy begins coughing on her food.

As Tracy coughs, you rise from your seat and turn to get her a drink, putting some sway in your step as you pass by Camellia. "Well... Is it working?" You tease, passing Tracy more water as you collect the dessert. "Do I need to try harder?"

Camellia gives a soft laugh at that, leaning back when you place a bowl of pudding in front of her. "I'm curious what lengths you'd go to... Honestly, I'd wondered why Tracy had finally approached me about this, but if you're being so bold..."

"I'm told boldness isn't uncommon." You retort, tilting your head to one side.

"Oh it isn't... I've met plenty of girls who'd pin a cutie like you to the wall. Tracy just seemed more reserved than that." Your guest teases.

"Not by much, really." You recall. "In any case, please enjoy your dessert, freshly made by yours truly."

"I most certainly will... But what will you be having for dessert?" There's a glint of mischief in her eyes at that...

That's... You can't... Can you? No one's really forcing you or anything, but there's still pressure on you and... It's not like you don't get anything out of it, right? You get stronger, and you need to see if new partners bestow more strength, and...

It's not like what Tracy did to you last night was unpleasant or anything. Just... Weird. Not usually your thing. That's all.

With trembling fingers, you drop a fork to the ground, listening to it clatter across the floor. "Oops." Your mouth is dry, your voice wavering, but you crouch down anyway, and scoot under the table. From down here, the view is... Almost like a dream. Camellia's flowing skirts on one side, Tracy's luscious ass on the other...

It's just knowing what's waiting for you that tugs at your nerves. "So Tracy... How have you been lately?" Camellia asks, idly ignoring your presence as you crawl forwards, pushing up at the hem of her skirts. Oh... She's wearing stockings, soft smooth stockings that come up to mid-thigh. They seem designed to draw attention to that space where they meet skin, your fingers tracing across the junction softly.

Tracy says something in reply, but you tune it out, instead replacing your delicate touch with a kiss. This won't be enough for her, you know, but for the moment you can pretend. Worshiping such beautiful thighs, such soft, pristine, porcelain skin... Her legs spread, a sure sign for you to continue your work, and you do so, drawing ever closer to the heat and soft scent of Earl Grey tea wafting from further in.

Within moments, your face to face with it, an undeniable bulge cradled in what looks like expensive fabric. Expensive, heavenly soft on your lips, fabric. Your hands continue to massage at her thighs, your lips exploring the shape of her, tracing the edges of her panties...

Hands reach your waist, pulling you back and onto your knees properly, and soon after you feel your shorts tugged down. Soft, strong hands grope your ass, and you close your eyes to enjoy it a moment, cheek pressed against barely confined cock... "You can do this." You whisper, your breath no doubt hot on the package before you, before swallowing your doubts and pulling the fabric down.

Camellia's cock is... Is... Different. It's longer, though about as thick as yours, almost double the length of Tracy's. It's also hairless, without even a trace of stubble, and out of sheer curiosity you find yourself touching and kissing to see if that's true.

You get the distinctive feeling that Camellia is smiling, as you gingerly explore her groin. Tracy's speaking again, but you've largely tuned the conversation out. Instead, you take a deep breath, and place the tip in your mouth.

Unlike Tracy, there's no insistent thrusting, no hands grasp your head, no twitching or throbbing. All there is, is her dick, leaking tea-flavored pre onto your tongue as you lather the tip and suck what you can of her length. It's...

It's odd.

This is a blowjob, isn't it? Shouldn't it feel good? Shouldn't it feel satisfying? It's... It's not like you care all that much, but you get nothing unless she finishes and... Somehow, the lack of reaction hurts your pride. Your pride as a man? That your dick-sucking abilities aren't up to snuff? How absurd.

But this is a girl, and you're supposed to please girls. You're determined to please girls. Your hands move to her base, stroking the length of cock you can't reach, and rubbing at her sack. Smaller, lighter than Tracy's, but still impressive... Should you play with her ass too? Or...

The head of her cock bumps the back of your throat, and you let it rest there a while, fighting your gag reflex as you rub and stroke. "Is she not able to deep throat?" Those words you hear clear enough. "Such a shame..."

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