When she wakes, she feels somewhat groggy but otherwise normal. She blearily crawls her way out of her bedroll before remembering Aire exists when she notices the new barrier.

Already getting started on the protection magic? Why’s that?

It takes her a bit of blearily staring at the thing before she realizes she’s no longer smelling that really nice smell from earlier and figures out what it must be for. She can remember just how out of it she got at the end of things. It’s probably a good thing that barrier is up.

She takes a bit of time to wake back up before she calls back to Aire and says, “Okay, I’m up. And, um, it looks like you’ve got plenty of mana, given the barrier. So, if you want me to put you on now I can.”

Aire steps back around from behind the stalagmite where she was entertaining herself with her Pit Worm.

“I’m pretty much full up! Now, putting me on should feel pretty good, so be careful not to get too swept up in that, okay?”

When Christa nods an affirmative, Aire walks forward to Christa and flows around her. As she does, she splits of a copy of herself, using up a sizeable portion of her mana supply. She’ll be refilled soon.

By the time she’s finished, there’s no hint that there was ever anyone there but two identical clones of Aire.

She's careful to use her Arousal Seal to keep Christa from being made insensate by lust, and slips in a pleasurable-feeling mind magic spell to let her see what Christa's thinking.

Putting Aire on does feel good. She’s swept up in and surrounding by warm, comfortable flesh that squishes pleasingly against her. And then that fades, and she’s left standing in the same place as she was before, Aire still standing in front of her.

Did it not work?

No, she realizes as she looks down on herself and sees Aire’s body, it absolutely did.

Huh, she guesses Aire can do that clone thing.

This body is more comfortable to occupy than the one she has inside, the cool air and bare stone floor of the cave not bothering her despite her nakedness. The faint currents of air brushing over her skin make her shiver in pleasure.

The penis is new, and she’s not sure how she feels about it. Well, she supposes she can always just keep it retracted.

Oh, her new pet is telepathic, that's far too useful to let slip.

And that thought about her cock is far too hasty. She doesn’t even know how good it feels.

Well, Aire can fix that.

Maybe she’s being a bit hasty about her cock. She should try letting it out and seeing if it bothers her first.

That makes sense.

The process of letting her cock free of its sheathe is pleasurable enough that she shudders.

Well. She’s glad Aire warned her about this.

She wonders what touching it would feel like.

As long as she’s just checking and not masturbating it wouldn’t be dangerous.

She feels oddly unconcerned about reaching down to inquisitively wrap her hand around her cock right in front of Aire. The feeling of her hand around her cock is good enough that she involuntarily squeezes.

Surely stroking it a little wouldn’t be dangerous? Just to check what it feels like.

“Are you sure you should be doing that? You really do need to be careful.”

“It’s fine. I’m not masturbating. Just checking what it feels like.”

Her hand slowly moves up and down her cock, eyelashes fluttering at the pleasure.

It feels so good. And with each stroke it just keeps getting better.

She needs to know how good it can get so she can resist it later.

Yeah. She’s just being responsible.

“I just need to know how good it feels. So I can resist.”

“Well, as long as you’re being careful. Having an orgasm would be really dangerous. Whatever you do, you absolutely mustn’t cum.”

When Aire says cum, images of doing exactly that flash into Christa’s mind one after the other. She’s instantly tempted to start stroking her cock as fast as she can, suddenly feeling covetous of the pleasure she knows orgasm would give her.

But no. She’s got a stronger will than that.

Her hand keeps moving slowly up and down her cock as she fantasizes about the pleasure of orgasm.

She’s stronger than that.

She won’t cum.

That’s why stroking her cock like this is fine.

Completely fine.

It doesn’t matter if the pleasure’s building and building.

She won’t cum.

It’s fine.

She doesn’t need to worry as the pleasure builds and builds on itself.

There’s nothing to be concerned about.

One more stroke won’t make her cum.

One more stroke, I won’t cum.

One more stroke, I won’t cum.

One more stroke, I won't-

Cum!

The orgasm hammers into her mind with enough force to wipe part of it clean. With each pulse of ecstasy, everything she cares about but the pleasure fades, just a little. And her lust grows.

Spurt.

Christa doesn’t care.

Spurt.

Sure, she’s spurting out little bits of who she is as a person.

Spurt.

More importantly, she’s spurting out cum.

Spurt.

Her orgasm goes on for over a minute. And so, the pleasure has a while to seductively whisper into her mind that it’s what matters. Not any that silly other stuff. After all, doesn’t this feel so nice?

Spurt.

With each intoxicating pulse the idea is more and more persuasive.

As Christa’s orgasm comes to a close, Aire positions herself on her knees in front of her, looking up at her, her facial expression completely incongruous with her supposed concern. Not that Christa’s together enough to notice something like that right now.

“You need to stop! Cumming is dangerous! You absolutely mustn’t do it again.”

Surely the fact that she’s in the perfect position to prompt Christa to start fantasizing about cumming on her face this time instead of all over the floor is a complete coincidence.

Christa is addled enough by the pleasure of her orgasm to not to even bother asking herself the question. She just points her cock at Aire’s lips and starts fantasizing, stroking all the while.

She knows that messed her up a little. But she’s still thinking, right? So it’s no big deal.

She needs more.

“I’m fine,” she gasps out. “Completely fine! Which means I can cum again, right? Since once was fine twice will be fine too.”

“Are you sure nothing's wrong? You don’t look like nothing's wrong.”

Christa isn’t bothering with slowly stroking herself off, this time. Instead, she’s wrapped both of her hands around her cock and is stroking herself off as fast as she can.

“No. I’m fine!”

Moan.

Aire waits patiently as Christa’s hands race up and down her cock.

She’s getting close.

“I’m fine. I’ll show you.”

“You’ll show me by cumming all over my face?”

“Yeeahh,” Christa moans out as her orgasm sweeps over her.

She feels a soul-deep sense of triumph as she spurts thick ropes of cum all over Aire’s face.

Pieces of herself fade away with every spurt, but that doesn’t matter. She’s not losing anything that would stop her from stroking herself off.

Cumming means she’s right. She’s proving it. Aire will have to believe her now.

Painting Aire’s face in cum proves she’s still in complete control of herself.

Once she's done shuddering in pleasure and has enough control over herself to speak, she says, “See? M’fine. So I can cum as much as I want.”

Aire carefully cleans the cum off her face and licks it all up. She was trapped in this cave for long enough to have gotten very familiar with her own strawberry milkshake flavor. Spending a week or two in an aphrodisiac-induced fugue state, fantasizing about when she’d get to do something like what she’s doing now was often the best way to pass the time.

“Well, if you’re absolutely sure that you’re fine, I suppose you must be right. As long as you don’t fuck me, I suppose we don’t have anything to worry about.”

Christa strokes her cock, staring into Aire’s eyes dazedly.

She’s been using her hand this whole time and it already feels this good.

What would a pussy feel like?

“Fuck you?”

Aire reclines back and spreads her legs. Then she reaches between her thighs to spread her labia and give Christa a glimpse of heaven.

“Yeah, fuck me. As long as you don’t do something stupid like cum inside me, you should be okay.”

Christa stumbles forward. Aire’s pussy looks perfect. She needs it.

She moves to line up her cock and thrust inside.

“Are you sure you want to put your cock in my pussy? It’s dangerous. It’ll make you cum lots.”

Christa moans. That’s what she wants.

She’ll be fine.

When she presses her cockhead against Aire’s entrance, her fluids produce a pleasant tingling warmth.

She wants to know what it feels like to have that soaking into her cock.

She thrusts.

Aire’s pussy doesn’t just look perfect, it feels it as well. It’s tight enough that there’s noticeable resistance pushing her way inside, and by the time Christa bottoms out inside her she’s nearly insensate with pleasure.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Aire whispers into Christa’s ear. “Cumming in me would feel even better.”

She wraps her legs around Christa’s hips and twines her arms together behind Christa’s head, squishing their chests together pleasantly. She’s in the perfect position to watch Christa’s face as she destroys herself.

She's not really bothering to hide what she is, at this point. That's part of the fun. Making it easier and easier on her toys, as they lose more and more of themselves to the pleasure, and still having them fail.

Christa doesn’t notice. Barely even could notice. Her whole mind is absorbed by the pleasure she’s feeling and her yearning desire for more. Aire feels so good that Christa’s lost conscious control of her body. Her tongue lolls out of her mouth as her hips holds her there, as deep into Aire as she can be, pressing tightly against her, greedy to be even deeper. Aire’s fluids soaking into her cock feels good enough to get her off even if she didn’t move. But she wants to cum now. Her desire for orgasm grows frantic as it eludes her.

In her urgency, she pulls back to thrust back in. Her hips slam forward again of their own volition. She works her cock in and out of Aire’s pussy obsessively, chasing the orgasm she knows is waiting for her a few thrusts away.

It’s upon her blessedly quickly.

This orgasm makes the ones she felt earlier seem like those she had before she had her (perfect, wonderful, feelssogood) cock. It races through her mind, too much for it to contain, and bursts its banks.

That same sense of triumph from her last orgasm floods her mind. She giggles, overcome with joy along with the pleasure. Her heart swells with pride as if she’s just accomplished something difficult. She feels the warm glow of knowing that she’s doing the right thing.

All of that is secondary to the pleasure. The way it seductively whispers to her is louder, cumming in Aire’s pussy. Who cares what she’s losing, it doesn’t matter. This matters. Pulsing throbbing ooey-gooey pleasure.