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You’re alone for the first time in...a while actually.
You’ve continued traveling with everyone else, with Mira and Sif and M’dame and Bonbon, and the inn you arrived at insisted on giving you separate rooms.
And you love traveling with your family! Spending time with them!
But it’s nice to have a bit of alone time outside of taking brief showers or bathroom breaks.
Being alone like this also gives you the opportunity to deal with...certain urges. That you haven’t really had the ability to deal with until now.
You take off your clothing, fully relishing in the ability to be fully nude for something other than a bath or shower, and you lie down on the bed.
“Mmf!” You hold a fist over your mouth as you brush your other hand over your cock.
Sensitive!
You don’t remember being nearly this sensitive the last time you masturbated, but that’s probably just because it’s been so long.
Okay, okay, you’ll work up to that then. You don’t know when you’ll get another chance like this, so you have to enjoy it as much as possible.
Just touching over your body first then.
You firmly press your hands over your chest, down your stomach and thighs, simply enjoying the pressure as your mind started to wander.
It was, frankly, inevitable that you’d start thinking about Sif.
Sif. Siffrin. Siffarooni. Your best friend. Your partner in comedy.
You haven’t officially started dating, but you’ve gone on a few trial dates that went well!
And you doubt that you’d be capable of getting off without thinking about Sif at least a little bit.
You close your eyes and let out a sigh.
Your hands are too big to imagine them as Sif’s hands, but...
But you can imagine Siffrin watching you. Just watching. Staring at you like you’re a trap to disarm.
You can’t stop the whimper that makes its way out of your throat.
You return a fist over your mouth to stop any noises that might involuntarily come out of you. You don’t want to disturb anyone.
Your dick aches, but you don’t touch it yet.
Instead, you bring your hand up to your chest to tug on a nipple.
“Eep!” You squeak, cute and high-pitched.
What was that sound you just made???
Your face feels like its on fire just thinking about Sif hearing that come out of you. Your imaginary Siffrin is grinning.
And then your imaginary Siffrin is speaking.
“Oooh, Mr. Amazing-Wonderful-Funny-Buff Isabeau!” There’s a dark look in Siffrin’s eyes. “Look at you.”
You pull on your other nipple, biting your lip to stop any more embarrassing sounds from coming out.
“You’re acting as if you’re so calm and reasonable...” Siffrin teases as you pinch a nipple and twist it between your fingertips. “When all you are is weak and useless!”
Your cock twitches. You have to touch it. You have to. You have to.
“Mmmffff!!!!!” You arch your hips up into your hand.
Change, you feel like you’re going to cum already!!!
But you don’t wanna cum yet. Not yet.
“Nothing to say this time? It’s just fine,” Siffrin shrugs. “You could never say it, anyway. You could never say anything.”
You stop moving your hand. Your cock jumps and twitches as precum oozes out of the tip.
You pant. You breathe in and out, just like Sif does.
“I know what kind of person you are now.”
You whimper and try to shut your eyes tighter. You feel moisture spill out onto your cheeks.
You spread your legs just the tiniest bit wider as if you were actually putting on a show for Sif.
Ah, you’re shaking.
You start moving your hand again, this time trying to touch yourself as softly and gently as possible.
It almost tickles, but mostly it’s just endlessly frustrating.
“Wh-what kind of, of person am I?” You mouth the words rather than say them aloud, spurring imaginary Siffrin on.
Siffrin smiles, dark and terrifying.
“A coward, Isa!”
You moan, low and deep, and you have to completely stop touching yourself, lest you cum too soon.
You whimper the moment you take your hand off of yourself, and your hips buck up to try and find any amount of pleasure that they can.
“Hah, hah, hah, crab,” You pant out. You lick your lips. “Sif-“
“Never able to say what you mean, never able to do what you want.” Siffrin tilts his head. “Because it’s easier, isn’t it? To not do anything?”
Your dick screams for attention, but you keep your hand against your thigh, gripping it as you try to stop yourself from humping the air.
Not doing anything seems like the most difficult thing in the world right now.
“To only project a facade of confidence, but not doing anything to back it up?” Siffrin moves closer to you. “It’s easier to let people do everything, isn’t it.”
Please, please, please, please, please, you need to be touched, you need Siffrin to touch you, to kiss you, to do anything, please, please, please, please!!!
Siffrin doesn’t touch you because he’s not actually there.
Your imaginary Siffrin draws even closer to you, moving onto the bed.
“To just encourage them, while staying on the sidelines.”
Siffrin is above you, his arms on either side of your body, staring at you. Staring through you.
Your hand is on your cock again. You squeeze it to get the barest hint of relief.
“Poor Isabeau.”
You make a noise somewhere between a sob and a moan. It’s hard to tell. Your hand moves on its own, pumping your cock, the pleasure bordering on painful.
“You keep changing and changing, from a nerd to a jock to a clothing designer...”
You’re not going to be able to last for much longer like this. Not when-
“But deep down, you know you can’t escape yourself.”
You stop touching yourself. Your cock aches, and you’re definitely crying at this point, but you don’t want to cum.
Not yet.
Not yet not yet not yet, oh, Change, your cock is throbbing and sensitive, and you feel like a single touch will make you blow.
It hurts in a way that makes you dizzy. In a way that makes you both want to end this already and let the torture go on for even longer.
“Are you even worth knowing?” Siffrin never said that, but if you’re already being mean to yourself... “Look at you. You’re enjoying this. Disgusting.”
You whimper. You lightly tease your balls, and the light touch makes you feel like your groin is on fire.
“You’re such a pervert getting off to me degrading you like this. Do you want me to order you around too?”
You frantically nod your head. You close your eyes tighter and tears pour out.
The imaginary Siffrin laughs coldly, and your cock twitches.
“Can’t even make his own decisions. Oh, poor Isabeau,” Siffrin leans down to whisper in your ear so very close, but not touching. Never touching you. “You’re so pathetic. I’m ashamed that I ever knew you.”
You let out a sob.
“Please...” You whisper, still terrified of the thought of someone overhearing you. “Please...”
“Touch yourself,” Siffrin orders.
You obey.
You reach the edge in an instant.
“Don’t cum,” Siffrin snaps, and you stop the movement of your hand. “You don’t deserve to cum.”
You open your eyes, pleading without words.
You make yourself look small and weak and cute. You know your puppy eyes are devastating enough to work on Sadnesses, so surely it’ll work on Sif.
There’s no one there for it to work on. The only person being cruel to you is yourself.
You shut your eyes again.
“You really thought that look would work on me,” Siffrin teases. “It must be so hard to touch yourself like this. To have to do it yourself.”
You move your hand again, going as slowly as possible.
You force your hips to stay still. It takes every ounce of your willpower to not ruthlessly fuck your hand.
“But I’m not going to touch you. You have to put the effort in if you want to cum.”
“I want-“ You cut yourself off with a high-pitched whine. “Hah, hah, I want, Sif-“
“Aww, you want me?” Siffrin teases. You swear you can feel his hands ghosting over your chest. “You’ll let me do whatever I want with you?”
You can’t trust yourself to speak, so you just nod.
“And what if I never want you to cum again?” Siffrin threatens, and you make a sound akin to a tea-kettle. “Move your hand faster.”
You speed up your hand. It takes everything in you to not cum immediately.
You’re so close, so close, so close-
“Stop touching.”
You stop a fraction too late, and your body has an orgasm.
It’s excruciating. It like a rock replaced your cock with how heavy and dense it feels.
You whimper the whole way through your cock spurting cum without you touching it at all.
“Pathetic.”
You sniff and let yourself cry.
That wasn’t satisfying at all. You might actually be more horny than you were before, but even cleaning up has you wincing every time you brush over your cock.
And you masturbated to all those mean words Sif said to you back in Dormont??? Why would you do that???
Sif would be so sad if he knew you thought about all those terrible things he said to you. He’d be even more sad if he knew you thought about him saying even more mean things to you.
He wouldn’t say any of those things you imagined him saying. Especially since he made a promise to only say nice things about you, and he’s been very good about keeping that promise.
Just the other day he complimented you on a sewing pattern you were working on! And he complimented your form during a fight! And he said that he likes how hard-working you are!
You’ve always been a hard worker, even before your Change. It was...it’s nice to think that you had at least one redeeming quality before you Changed.
You breathe in and out. Just like Sif does.
Well, you might as well take advantage of the personal bath that came with your room! It’s apparently crafted to keep the water hot.
A hot bath sounds nice.
You start running the bath, and you look at some of the amenities the inn has available.
Shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and...
Bubble bath?
You look at the instructions and decide to put a bit of it into the water. Soap bubbles start forming, and you grin.
Cute!!! And it smells nice!!!
The bathtub fills up with water and soap bubbles, and you enter into the bath.
Oh Change that feels nice. You practically melt into the water.
You didn’t even realize how sore you were. Your entire body hurts from traveling all day, not to mention the fact that you fought a few Sadnesses on your way here.
But your family plans to stay in this town for a little bit. Enjoy the sights and events and food that’s here.
You don’t have to rush anymore. The King’s been defeated. The country isn’t being frozen in time. You can rest.
And, yeah, you took breaks during the journey where your family took a day or two to let yourselves rest, but that always still had the underlying current that you were only taking breaks because it was necessary. Because you would’ve killed yourselves if you didn’t force yourselves to rest.
This is a bone deep relaxation. You have nothing to worry about anymore.
Except maybe the mental issues all of you have gained on your journey. But that’s a burden you’re happy to help shoulder.
You’re happy to carry your family’s burdens if it means they’re beside you.
As you allow yourself to relax more and more, you become all too aware of how horny you still are.
Because you didn’t cum properly earlier. Because you were too busy thinking about Sif being mean to you.
Change!!! That’s so embarrassing!!!
Aren’t you supposed to be a romantic? You should want soft and gentle touches and words! Not...whatever that was.
Well, you still do want soft and gentle touches and words. You would love to be able to slowly remove each garment Siffrin wears and carefully fold them and set them down to the side so they wouldn’t get wrinkled and then delicately kiss all over him while you ramble about everything you love about him.
You smile.
Sif would probably get so flustered if you did that...
He’s so cute when he’s blushing — your delicate maiden heart can hardly take it! He’s so cute it makes your heart feel like it’s going to burst!
If...if Sif actually wanted to...wanted to make love with you...you’d want to be sweet and gentle like he deserves.
Your hand goes around your cock once more.
It’s still sensitive, but it doesn’t hurt to touch anymore.
Your other hand goes up to brush against your lips.
Ah! You’re so mad that you don’t remember your kiss with Sif!!! He kissed you!!! And you don’t even remember it!!!
And Sif only kissed you once!!! Just once!!!
Even if it didn’t go well...
You want to kiss Sif as many times as he’ll let you.
And if he’s bad at kissing, well, that’s...
That’s cute!!!!! He’s so cute!!!!!! He’s capable and dangerous and sharp and so very cute!!!!!
You stroke your cock.
You really wish you remembered the kiss. But you can imagine it at least.
If Sif didn’t ask for the kiss, that means he just took a kiss from you. So bold! So assertive! So decisive!
You love that about Sif. That he makes decisions so easily even though he hates being the tie-breaker. He picks a direction and moves without hesitation.
It’s why Sif and Mira are faster than you. You’re theoretically fast, but you think too much. You always hesitate before landing an attack.
Sif doesn’t hesitate. It’s what makes him so frightening.
“Ahhh,” You moan. You stroke yourself with a languid and slow pace. Soft and gentle like you wanna treat Sif.
You’re so much taller than Sif. He’d have to grab your collar or something to pull you down to kiss you.
The thought makes you shiver.
Sif looks up at you and reaches a hand up toward you. Fast enough that you can barely process the way he grabs your shirt to pull you down into a kiss.
Maybe he was on his tiptoes to reach you, leaning up as high as he could.
Maybe your teeth clicked together. Maybe the kiss was too wet. Maybe there was too much tongue.
You don’t care how bad it technically was. If it was with Sif, it had to be good.
And you said, and you said you’d practice with him!!! Practice kissing with him!!!
You haven’t yet, so it’s all you can do to imagine it.
Kissing him. Touching him. Because he wants to be touched, and you’re an idiot for just assuming that he didn’t want to be touched instead of just asking, oh-
“S-Sif!” You moan, and you finally cum.
Properly this time, stroking through your orgasm until your cock becomes too sensitive to touch.
Your orgasm wipes away every single thought in your head. You feel fuzzy, and you feel like there’s a warm blanket over you.
You’re exhausted. You could fall asleep like this.
Your eyes droop for a moment before you remember that you’re in a bathtub, and you would actually drown if you fell asleep here.
Drowning would go against your plans to kiss Sif silly when you get the chance to.
You feel your face burn at the thought of bringing kissing practice up with Sif.
Maybe you can do that tomorrow?
Oh, but asking him would be—
No! No! You will ask him! You will!
You’re confident and nice and strong and brave!!! You’re the coolest!!!
So you can ask to do kissing practice with Sif!
Tomorrow though. Right now, it’s late.
And you’re laying in water that you just jizzed in. Which is gross.
You debate for probably a little bit too long about getting out of the bath.
It’s warm! It’s comfortable! It smells nice because of all the soap!
But you did cum in it.
Ah well. It’s your cum. Whatever. It’s basically all washed off.
And everyone’s at least a little bit gross, right? It’s not like you’re washing your hair in the jizz water.
So it’s fine!
...But you are going to fall asleep if you stay here for much longer.
You sigh, but you start the work of draining the tub so that you don’t drown because you fell asleep in the bath.
You dry off and put on pajamas.
Maybe it’s inaccurate to call them pajamas. You’re wearing a tank top and a pair of boxers.
Sleeping clothes! You put on sleeping clothes and plop into bed.
You fall asleep quickly.