Meetup IRL Pt. 02

** Hi all, the story continues!

I hope you all enjoy the second chapter. I'm having a really good time writing this, and there's another chapter planned after this to round off the series.

Just a small reminder that as an aussie, I generally write in British English. Thus, the spelling of certain words may be slightly different for any US reader. I hope it's not too much of an inconvenience!

rosa-blanca.ru include, but not limited to: Futa on male, futadom, anal, deepthroat, blowjob, more feels, etc.

All character are over the age of 18**

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Gideon grinned and blushed like a giddy little schoolboy as he sealed the lunch he'd made for Rhiannon up in its multi-tiered container, having put the final finishing touch to it in the form of an intricate cherry tomato rose above a heart of black sesame seeds on the bottom layer's bed of fluffy, seasoned white rice. He'd tried to keep things simple, but before he knew it he'd found himself throwing his heart and soul into the meal, preparing a quartet of tender slow-cooked pork ribs with a side of sautéed broccolini and carrot, a small garden salad with a pot of ginger balsamic dressing, and rounding things off with a little dessert of salted caramel mini cupcakes.

It was a lot for one person, unless that person was a futa. Their daily caloric intake was easily 2 or 3 times that of a guy or girl, not only due to their larger than average statures, but also because they needed every nutrient possible for the purpose of the heavy milk makers that hung between their legs. Basic futa biology was a mandatory subject in senior high, but now he knew the truth of those lessons first-hand. He blushed a deeper shade of pink as he put a hand on his belly, his thoughts drifting back to their night together, and what had followed.

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After he'd fallen asleep in her arms from his well fucked exhaustion, his dreams had been nothing short of blissful. He still remembered splintered fragments of them, his dream-scape a surreal mix of the real world and the fantasy of Dragons&Dungeoneering:Online. Clearing out an underground car park of a goblin infestation, looting a chest full of treasure from a wyrmling brood that guarded the city's history museum, and carousing raucously in a tavern together before Rhia the Bloody had scooped him up into her arms, carried him outside, and made love to him in a rooftop garden that overlooked the sparkling city below.

It had seemed like he could actually feel the shape of her cock as she stretched him out in that fantasy, and right as he'd reached his climax in the dream, he'd abruptly woken up to a real orgasm as he shot his watery strings into the sheets of Rhia's huge bed. Coming to his senses and twisting his head on the pillow, he'd quickly realised why her dream dick had felt so real. Her foot long cock was still buried deep in his boy-pussy after their lovemaking earlier, and although she'd become semi-soft as they'd drifted off in the wake of her climax, her slab of futa-flesh had inflated back to its full glory in his hot little sheathe and had crushed out his prostate, forcing him to cum and waking him up.

He wasn't about to complain, though.

He'd felt her hips push into his ass a little as she lay behind him, still asleep and unconsciously fucking him as her muscled arms embraced him and pulled him against her body even more tightly. Groggy and still a little Hazed from the creamy nutt that he could still feeling sloshing around his insides, he'd smiled happily as he allowed himself to be used like an onahole as she mindlessly sleep-fucked him. Not that he could have really stopped her anyway.

He'd dozed off as she continued gently bucking herself into him, losing hours here and there in his stupor, until her python had swelled again and begun dumping another fresh load of nut butter into his already inflated insides as she mewled happily in her deep slumber. With each pulse another rope was added to the mix, and he'd felt his belly expand a little bit more each time to accommodate her thick seed. By the time her had cock stopped twitching and shooting in him he felt more full than he'd ever been, his guts having expanded out a good few inches and making him look almost pregnant with her baby batter, such was the size of his cum-gut.

The return of the Haze in full force combined with a new level of exhaustion, and quickly put him to sleep as her soda-can thick semi stayed lodged inside him, the tight seal his asshole around her softened member still managing to allow only a few stray rivulets to escape, as she shifted around him. A few hours later, which was a guess at best, as the sun was just beginning to rise over the horizon, he was started awake again as she'd let him go and rolled over to go to the bathroom. Despite his sleepy state, he'd both felt and heard a distinctive wet sucking *schluurp* as her cock came free and allowed what cum hadn't already been absorbed by his body, to flow out in a mini torrent onto the bed.

The scene had given them both a good chuckle despite their grogginess, or perhaps because of it, and he'd tried to stopper the flow with both hands as while shuffling off the bed and awkwardly following her over to the en-suite bathroom. She'd giggled at his funny little walk, strings of cum dripping off from her swinging dick with every step she took as she guided him with a wave of her hand. Following behind her, he was once again struck by how someone could look so powerful, and yet so sexy, marvelling at how her toned, muscled physique somehow emphasised the best of its feminine attributes, rather than diminishing them.

Taking the door to the left of the long dresser, they first came in to a large walk-in closet, the walls lined with drawers, shelves, and racks laden with suits, shoes, clothes and accessories. At the center of the room sat a circular plush looking seat in crushed black-velvet with golden trim. There was another door on the same wall they'd come through, the door to the right of the dresser, he realised, and a large double door on the opposite wall, which Rhia had walked to.

"Bathroom's through here." She explained as she opened them, as he shuffled forward to follow.

The bathroom turned out to be as palatial as the rest of the apartment, of course. White and black marbled tiles lined the floor and walls as they passed through an entryway with two long sinks sunk into the matching marble counter top, polished silver fixtures and a large long mirror sat on the wall behind them. A door opposite the basins led to what appeared to be the toilet, and he gawked at how a room with such a basic function could manage to look grandiose. He assumed Rhia would have made her way to it, but she kept walking forward through another door and waving him onward.

Once through the 'washroom', they entered the actual 'bathing room', one half of the huge space dominated by a large, open plan shower with what looked like a padded bench sitting below a set of large rain-shower heads. To the other side, a bath the side of a large hot-tub sat sunken and inset in the floor. Gideon had guessed that he could probably lie down in there, stretch out and not even come close to touching the sides. A curved large, seamless window dominated one wall, giving another breathtaking view as the sun rose like burnished gold over the city below.

He flowed her as she veered off towards the shower and waved her hand at a sensor mounted on the wall. A cascade of water had begun flowing from the massive shower-heads at the silent gesticulation, and she immediately stepped into it. Inching over across the wet marble, he'd been surprised as he realized the tiles of the shower floor were coated with some sort of glaze that stopped him slipping around, and so, gingerly sticking his foot into the stream to test the temperature, amazingly found it to already be nice and hot, but not boiling. At home he was used to waiting close to a full minute, or two on the really bad days, before he could get hot water coming out from his shower. The wealthy really did want for nothing, he'd thought as he stepped in and joined the large futa in the showers hot, refreshing embrace.

The only problem now was, he was all wet and he still had an over packed gut full of cum in his still trying to seep out. He'd thought about trying to make it to the toilet all wet, when all of a sudden he looked down and saw a thick stream of pale, straw gold urine flowing from the tip of Rhia's cock. Blushing, he suddenly didn't know where to look, and seeing his obvious embarrassment, she'd giggled good-naturedly again.

"What?" She'd asked, smirking cheekily as the flow kept going unabated. "You've never pissed in the shower before?"

"Well, yeah but," He'd shifted uncomfortably, cum starting to leak from his butt as the water slicked his hands. "Never, mmmm...never in front of another person."

Still leering, she'd stepped up close to him, her sound of her cock slapping against her thigh audible even above the shower as the last of its golden fluid dribbled out, and bent down to grip his wrists in her large hands before gently, but firmly, pulling his at arms until they were up above his head. With nothing left to prevent its escape, the build-up of cum had immediately begun slopping out of his loosened pucker, the feeling as gravity and pressure emptied him, triggering his belly to tense which in turn only caused more of her thick gloopy cream to shoot. The gluey stream splattered onto the tiles and was quickly broken apart and washed down the drain.

After more than a minute, he saw and felt his belly deflate as Rhia's litres of girlcum leaked away, until it once more returned to its more natural, if slightly pudgy, state. Satisfied he'd been drained, she'd finally let go of his arms and hugged him tightly to her wet, solid body as his face was shoved into her firm chest until his face was practically buried in her cleavage. They'd enjoyed the embrace for a while, his little prick growing warm as it pressed against the soft bulk of hers, before breaking apart and stepping outside the torrent of steaming shower water to soap up.

The Haze still glazing his mind slightly from the load that had still been sloshing in his guts until a few moments ago, Gideon did his best to keep his eyes off her and focus on the task at hand, rubbing her spicy fragranced body gel over himself, lest he find himself standing still and gawking at her statuesque figure like a jizz-addled simpleton. However, chancing a glance at her as he'd been running his sudsy hands over his rear, he'd found her openly staring at him as she stroked her soaped up fist up and down the length of her rapidly re-swelling donkey dick and making her fat, sudsy balls bounce heavily. As she'd seen herself caught in the act of masturbating to him, she'd hesitated for a split second before resuming at full speed, just shrugging and grinning from ear to ear like an impertinent child.

He couldn't help himself really, just the thought that she'd been jerking herself off to him made his heart flutter with pride as his own dick had begun to twitch and swell, and he'd soon found himself doing what he'd been afraid of, staring wide eyed at her glistening body and ogling her futahood as it bobbed and danced only a couple feet from him. Well, if she was giving in to her base desires, then why couldn't he? Still soapy, he'd bitten his bottom lip as he padded over to her and took her by the hand not busy tenderising her slab of girlmeat, over to the bench and motioned for her to sit. With a look of bemusement and intrigue, she'd followed his lead and sat down, still stroking.

Placing his hands on her slippery thighs and pushing her legs open, he'd swiftly lowered himself to his knees and taken her cock in both his hands as he'd shooed away her busy hand. Then, watching as she'd leaned back and gazed down at him, began pumping her gel slicked shaft with gusto with the thing aimed squarely at his face. As much as a part of him had wanted to take it slowly and savour the feeling of her weight in his hands, the Hazed fog on his mind made him desperately want to see her get off again, knowing that he'd been the one to do it, and further proving his worth to her. No...actually that wasn't quite the whole truth of it. Hazed mind or not, he wanted to taste her spunk, and to feel its gluey thickness slide down into his belly.

Using all the practiced skill he'd gained from training on his toys at home, he'd working his hands up and down her girthy shaft, twisting them as he did. His efforts were soon rewarded as he watched her eyes roll up and close in ecstasy and a low, growling moan issued from her. Precum was soon leaking from her slit and carving valleys through the suds foaming on her organ, and he saw her thighs begin trembling as he worshiped her.

The shower had kept pouring down, momentarily forgotten by the two of them, and after only a few minutes he'd seen her balls begin tightening in the tell-tale sign of her approaching climax.

"Oh shit, Giddy..." She groaned as her low growl shot up a few octaves. "Fuck...I'm...I'm gonna-!"

Anticipating her orgasm he'd opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, one hand quickly shooting up to the puffed head of her cock to twist and jerk the crown and crest of her sensitive glans, as her pole swelled up un his grip. He'd just had time to see her toes curl in the corner of his eye before snapping them shut as the first shot surged up from her root and flew out of her piss slit, hitting him right in the face with her balls' creamy essence, and blinding him.

"FUUUCK BABYYYY!" Her howl had echoed around the bathroom as he'd continued working her, milking rope after creamy rope from her as each new one splattered across his face, mouth, neck, and chest, covering him from hairline to crotch as it spewed out and leaked down his body.

He'd savoured the long awaited sweet salty musk of her ball cream, so much better than the pre-packaged supplements he'd been subsisting up until then, and tried to swallow as quickly and as deeply as he could. But just as she'd shown last night and in the early hours of the morning, despite her under average size, her output still rivalled that of most futa. A dozen viscous volleys later and her cock's pulsing throb had weakened and slowed to a dull spasm in his hands as the last bits of her milk dribbled out as he pulled his lower hand up from the base of her shaft to join the one at her tip, squeezing the last of her out onto his face as he blindly manoeuvred himself under her.

Once he felt her begin softening in his hands, he'd leaned up and placed his lips over her tip, suckling softly as he ran his tongue over the opening of her urethra, and removing the last traces of seed from her, before pulling off with a wet *pop* and lowering the object of his affections.

"*Ahem!* Thanks, *cough* for breakfast." He'd finally piped up, having to clear his throat and swallow the residual cum had stuck to his oesophagus after swallowing a half dozen mouthfuls of nutt.

Being unable to see, he couldn't know what look had sat on her face in the aftermath, but he'd nonetheless beamed up at her, feeling the heady Haze come back to him from the fresh mouthfuls of spunk warming his belly, before leaning back into the hot downpour of the shower and letting it clear away the goo covering him. When it had finally cleared from his face, he looked at her through freshly glazed eyes and saw her still sitting there, slumped back on the bench and dreamily gazing down at him as her flushed chest heaved with deep, contented breaths. His little heart fluttered again, thrilled at having served her adequately and hoping she'd loved it as much as he had.

"Well, *cough*" He'd spoken and coughed again as he weakly got up from his aching legs, his knees a bit sore from kneeling down on the hard marble floor. "Should we get cleaned up for real this time?" His soul swelled as her radiant smile had beamed up at him, and she shifted herself up to her feet, although, he noticed with a stab of pride, her legs were still looking a little shaky in the afterglow of her climax.

After a successful second stab at showering, combing out her braids and washing their hair, she'd tuned off the water and they'd dried each other off before heading back out to her bedroom and getting dressed. By that point unfortunately, the day had been edging into mid-morning and he'd had to leave to go home before changing and heading to work for the day. Rhia had looked a little disappointed, again filling his head with a giddy sense of pride as the Haze still sat miasmic in his mind, but after she'd pouted for a moment she'd offered him her hand and led him back through the halls of her apartment, down the stairs and out her front door to the elevator.

"Hey," She'd said suddenly, looking down to him with a grin as they waited for the lift to arrive. "I had a really great time last night...and this morning."

"M-Me too..." He'd quickly agreed, blushing at the memory of all that had happened in less than 24 hours.

"I know we've only just met IRL, but...would you maybe wanna do this again next weekend?" Her smokey accent had melted his heart as much as her words as he'd practically buzzed with excitement.

"Yes!" He'd nearly shouted before hearing how zealous he must have sounded, and cleared his throat before responding again, a little more collected despite excitement still shaking his voice. "Yes, umm...o-of course I would." He didn't even try containing his smile, though.

He wasn't sure he'd even have been able to if he'd wanted to. His heart had practically sung with joy at her offer.

*DING*

The doors to the elevator opened as it arrived, cutting the moment shorter than he'd have liked. But despite his longing to stay, he somehow found the strength to take a step forward. As he had, he'd unexpectedly found himself spun around as Rhia pulled him back, before leaning down and planting her lips on his for one last, deep kiss. Just as last night, he felt his heel pop up as she pressed her lips to his, no tongue, no groping, just a gesture of pure affection, before she'd playfully nudged him backwards and swiped the elevator control to take him back to the lobby. He'd leaned there and swooned against the glass wall of the lift as the doors began to close.

"I'll see you soon, little elf." She'd said playfully before the lift's doors cut between them. The last image he'd seen of her, her slightly blushing, smiling face.

He'd felt like his heart was being pulled from his chest as the car began gliding silently down the building, but despite his recently realised fear of heights, he'd barely felt a twinge of dread. All his energy having had been focused then on how much he wanted to stay with her. As the doors opened to the lobby and the bank of similar elevators, he'd walked out the monolithic building's front entrance, ignoring the stares and curious looks he got from the staff and a couple residents, as he'd tried to steel himself for the coming week.

Only one week to go, right? Only 7 day until he could see her again. He could do this.

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Easier said than done, it had turned out.

Gideon carefully loaded the 3-tired case into a bag and got himself ready to head out. It was only Wednesday now, a few days since then, but it had felt like a month. They'd been messaging of course, talking about D&D, goofing around, and saying how they missed each other, but now that he'd tasted her presence, both metaphorically and physically, it just wasn't the same, and during almost every waking moment, he found his thoughts drifting back to her and their time together.

Even work at the restaurant had barely been enough of a distraction to keep his mind from wandering, and he'd found himself almost floating around the kitchen as he worked the line and prepared food for the guests. His change in demeanor surprisingly hadn't gone unnoticed by the other kitchen staff, and he found himself catching sidelong glances from the other cooks and waiters as he worked, an ever present little smile on his face. One or two of the futa chefs even tried chatting with him, leaning over him in the break room and asking if he'd lost weight or changed his hair recently as they flashed him smiles that only a few days ago would have made his heart skip a beat, but to their surprise he casually brushed them off. His head now only filled with visions of Rhia.