This story was inspired by this prompt posted by u/NeroSombro

At first, Grant didn't notice his total lack of clothes after waking from the sleep. His mind was preoccupied by other thoughts: the strange white room in which he awoke, the large, untroubled clouds floating between a pristine blue sky and the glass ceiling, the feeling of lightness under his body, and the long, low, gravelly snore of someone else. The noise bore through one ear, echoing off the far wall before drilling into the other. He could feel it in his teeth.

Looking over, his jaw dropped. A bald, beautiful woman, naked as the day she was born, slumbered on her back. Hands folded over her belly, breasts peaked by the pinkest nipples he had ever seen. The woman peacefully rested next to him until her soft breaths were metaphorically cut to shreds by a chainsaw stuck in her nose. The implication of her nudity, the lack of any covering at all, finally grabbed a toehold in his mind and cautiously, Grant looked at himself.

"What, the fuck?" Sitting up, he felt his chest, legs, and hairless groin. The shaved cock looked alien. It was his, but he'd never seen it so naked. The sight of himself so exposed made him warm with embarrassment. He jumped out of the bed, feet landing on a warm floor.

The woman stirred, stretching her arms as she released a long yawn. Eyes open, she stared silently at the ceiling with her hands back on her stomach, until her fingers told her what Grant already knew. She bolted upright, clutching the bare mattress before noticing him. "Aggh!"

"Agh!" he replied, backing away. They both cowered from each other until their backs hit the walls.

"Who the fuck are you?" she yelled. "Where the fuck am I? Why am I...why are we naked?"

He rubbed his temples and tried to recall anything from before. If he noticed the lack of eyebrows as he rubbed his fingers along the smooth skin, it didn't show. "I don't know. I- I don't remember. There's a blank spot, like this blurry grey fog."

She pulled in her bent legs to her chest and held them close. "I remember going to school, the classrooms, the smell of old dust and books." Shaking her head, she sighed. "I can only remember the edges of work after."

"What did you do?"

"I was a teacher. At least I think I was. I was surrounded by children, in a classroom." She broke into a smile and rested a cheek on her knees. "I remember their laughter."

"I guess you must love learning." Grant tried to look around the fog and see his past. Gray faded to black, then became dotted with stars. The soft red reflection of instrument panels glowed on a transparent canopy. "I think I was a pilot. I'm Grant, by the way." He extended his hand but then remembered it had been cupping his balls, and he retracted it. With nothing to wipe it, he smeared his palm against his thigh.

"Geneveve," she said, giggling. "But call me Vee." She looked around the room, noting the far corner with a toilet and sink. "So much for privacy."

"Suddenly I have to go." He walked over with one hand over his butt crack. The white toilet was clean, equipped with an array of controls and a bidet. As his needs became more urgent, he lifted the hinged seat and looked over his shoulder. "I'm sorry about this."

The stream quietly babbled. After shaking the last drops, he pressed a button and the waste was sucked away quickly while a UV wand sanitized the surface. Standing before the mirrorless vanity sink, he washed his hands, then looked for a towel. "How do you suppose dry off?"

As if to answer, a cool draft from above became a focused vortex of wind. He felt like every square inch of his body was buffeted by miniature maelstrom. The strong current pushed his flaccid cock against his thigh, sending it flopping like an errant kite. Vee screamed but he couldn't hear her, shutting his eyes to the fast moving air. It only lasted a moment, but when the vortex dissipated, it left him standing, dry as a bone.

"Oh my god, are you alright?" she asked.

"Yeah, I think so." Patting himself down, Grant felt for anything out of place. He looked back and saw Vee blushing before she turned her head. In the aftermath of his rapid drying, he'd already forgotten that he was naked. He tried to be pragmatic. "Look, we're both going to need to go, so maybe we can develop a system?"

"Like, no peeking," she replied, looking askance. With her legs pulled up to her chest, her bare sex was only slightly obscured by her feet, and Grant caught himself staring.

"Yeah, something like that. Do you… need to go?" He walked back to the bed and laid face-down with his arms under his head. No peeking. The bed shook as she rose, and a moment later, he heard the toilet seat fall. "I'm sorry, I should have. I uh, never lived with a woman before."

"I can tell." She finished and the vortex howled again before Grant felt the bed move again.

He turned to look. Vee sat at the edge of the mattress, looking at a blank wall, and he admired her toned back and two small dimples just above her ass. Oh fuck, not now. His thoughts stirred something inside and a small pulse rippled from his groin. Looking up, the sky had turned a deep shade of orange. "I guess it must be sunset." The ceiling was devoid of any structure, a single pane of crystal clear glass too high to reach. A shadow crept up the wall, creating a darkening triangle in the vaulted space. That must be West.

Vee stood up and trailed her fingers along the wall. It was hard not to appreciate her beautiful figure. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm hungry," she said, feeling around until she reached the sink again. "I hope we don't have to recycle. Wait, something smells good." Following her nose, she walked over to Grant's side of the bed and knelt. He quickly covered his manhood as she looked under the bed and pulled a steaming tray. "Was this here before?"

He spun around on his stomach to watch her open it. The vapor from the lid smelled familiar and comforting. "Oh my god, it's congee." Under the cover were two servings of rice porridge topped with shredded chicken and scallions. The sharp fresh ginger cut into his senses and made him sigh and his stomach growl. Jumping out of bed, he sat cross legged on the floor.

"What are you doing?" she asked, putting the tray between them and covering her breasts. "Eat on the other side, please."

Her tone and body language spoke volumes. Definitely a teacher. Grant stood up before awkwardly bending down to pick up a bowl and spoon, hiding his cock with a hand. They ate in silence, Grant occasionally looking across the bed when the spoon scraped against the bowl. It tasted smooth and creamy, and he barely chewed the chicken as he wolfed it down. He wished he had another bowl.

"Hey, there's more under here!" Vee disappeared for a moment, then held another tray. "Are you still hungry?"

His hunger was overcome by curiosity. How did it know? How did they know? The nature of their confinement was almost magical. The hair thing bothered him. Crawling around the bed, he waited until she met him at the edge to trade his empty bowl for a fresh one. Not bothering to crawl back to the other side, he sat with his back against the bed and ate slowly, looking at the fading light above. Where was I before?

As the room dimmed, soft blue light glowed along the floor trim and hidden wall sconces. The illumination gave everything an aquatic look. Craning his neck, Vee looked like she was kneeling at the edge of a swimming pool, about to go skinny dipping. It triggered a memory, some time after college when he and his ex-girlfriend snuck into a community pool. Annika was tall and lithe, a runner with a sex-drive that nearly broke him. That night she held onto the edges of a diving board, legs wrapped around his waist as they fucked under a full moon. Tiny waves lapped against their backs, and he could taste the chlorine off her firm nipples. Come on, Tiger, she had whispered, losing herself in pleasure. When he had climaxed, she let go of the board and kissed him, sealing his mouth as they sunk. He had panicked, flailing but still inside her until he pushed away to surface. Annika had laughed but he didn't know what was funny.

"Are you okay?" Vee asked from behind. She had crawled back in bed, laying on her stomach but watched him in the stillness.

"Yeah, just thinking about someone." Looking down, his erect penis would have bothered him if there was anything he could do about it. Instead, he leaned back to watch the darkening sky. "What do you think this all is?"

"Prison. Maybe Purgatory. Are you religious?"

"Not really. Heaven is where you make it, I always say... I think." As he tried to recognize a constellation, he wondered if that was true. "As a kid I used to gaze at the stars. There were so many, you know? Each one a mystery that could be solved if you had enough knowledge, and time."

She spun around so that her head was close to his and they both stared into the night sky. "How much time do you think we have in here?" The ceiling became opaque and the number 100 appeared in red. It pulsed for a moment, then the ceiling faded clear again. "That was unexpected."

"Do you think it has anything to do with our time?" As if to answer, the number faded in and out again. Waiting to test a theory, he merely thought about his captivity and the number flashed again. "This place can read our minds."

"Well, shit, so much for any privacy," she snarked. Rolling off the bed, she knelt at the place where food had materialized and reached around. "Darn it, no booze. I was hoping to have a nightcap."

Grant tried to think of beer and scotch and late nights, closing a bar but all it did was make him lonely. He laid down on the floor and looked under the bed. The wall light barely illuminated it, the darkness consuming everything past arm's reach. He tried to lift the bed but it didn't budge. Sighing with resignation, he crawled onto the mattress. Vee was still kneeling, swiping her arms back and forth under her side of the bed. His gaze lowered, from her slim neck, down the curve of her back, stopping at her ass.

"Hey, there's something here!" she exclaimed. Sitting up she fished out a bandolier of condoms. Vee raised a hairless brow. "Really?"

Grant blushed and never wished to be anywhere else in his life. "I'm sorry."

"It's not going to happen." She tossed them onto the empty tray of bowls and walked to the toilet.

He turned away from her, burying his face into the mattress. "I know. I'm sorry." The tornado blew, and he waited for her to sink into the bed before turning on his side. His lungs burned a little from the minor suffocation, but felt like he deserved it. "I'm going to try and sleep," he said.

"Good night."

Grant was nearly asleep when the snoring began. Looking over, she had assumed the old position, laying on her back. He closed his eyes and thought of noise-cancelling headphones. Regrettably, none appeared.

Vee was awake before him, the wind tunnel jolting his senses. Groggy, he looked up at the sky and covered his cock with his hands. High clouds streaked above, and it reminded him of his first day at Space Defense. A bus, then a plane had taken him to Africa, where the grand elevator waited to take him to Ruby Station, in orbit. "The Kenyan sky was just like this," he sighed. The bed sunk and Vee assumed his position, face down. As he did his business, he thought about his training, his squad mates, and the patrol routes that slithered between the orbitals. The memories triggered an insight. "Hey Vee, do you remember more today?"

She turned her head and was quiet for a moment. "I taught in the third grade. Hundreds of kids sat in my classroom. I won some honor, Teacher of the Year. I met the president. Something else happened after, but I can't quite recall."

Grant sat on the floor, finding the foot of the bed to be a comfortable chair back. Looking again, he thought of time and the ceiling darkened, pulsing the number 99. "I guess those are days."

"What do you think happens when it gets down to zero?"

"I hope we get to leave." The white room looked the same, but he had a nagging feeling that something was out of place. "Hey, did you move the trays?"

"I left them against the wall last night. They're gone. The rubbers too. Do you think someone came in while we were asleep?"

He nodded. "There must be a door here, somewhere." Walking along the walls, he tried to find a crack in the smooth surface.

"What if they came from under the bed?"

"What, like monsters?" He imagined a glowing pair of eyes, staring back from the darkness and shuddered. "Why don't you look?" He watched her slowly crawl over to the side of the bed, bend over and peer under it.

"Aggh!" she screamed, her arm jerked under the bed. Grant ran to her and pulled her back at the waist. They fell backwards together, her legs splayed around his arms as he dragged her away from the bed. Vee was laughing. "Gotcha."

He threw her legs to the side. Heart racing, embarrassed and exhausted, he didn't know what to do with his feelings, but her laughter gave him an idea. "Gotcha back," he said, tickling her sides. She squealed and squirmed, kicking her legs as his fingers danced over her ribs.

"Stop," she said between wheezes and giggles, and he did. Vee was laid halfway between his legs, panting hard, her breasts heaving rapidly. He knew how she felt, or at least thought he did, and pulled himself away.

"What do you want for breakfast?" he asked politely. Finding the edge of a new tray under the bed, he pulled it out. "Nevermind, I guess it's more congee." He grabbed a bowl and walked to the other side of the bed. The room felt smaller, especially knowing how his thoughts would betray him. At least the congee was good. Finishing the bowl, he laid down on the bed and sulked.

"Hey," she said softly, touching his shoulder, "are you mad at me?"

"I don't like pranks."

"Well, okay. I was just trying to lighten the mood. I mean it's not like we have anything else besides each other and the goddamn Tornado of Floppy Bits. Can we reset?"

He looked back to find her kneeling on the bed, looking at him with sympathetic eyes. "Agreed. Hi, I'm Grant."

"Geneveve. Call me Vee."

They shook hands and laid down together, staring up at the bounded square of sky. When he felt the silence was too awkward, he asked, "So, what are you in for?"

"I'm a heart-breaker," she replied, and Grant believed her. "Doing a stretch for-" She paused and the ceiling darkened, the number 99 flashing again. "Ninety-nine days."

He snickered and propped his head under his arm."What a coincidence, me too."

As each day passed, Grant remembered a little more about his forgotten life. Some memories were mundane, like his favorite shirts and restaurants, and he shared them with Vee as she did the same. His memories of piloting military spacecraft were less pleasant, often brutal, and he found himself meditating upon them in long sessions in the shower. A week had passed, and Grant was eating his dinner bowl when Vee walked over to his side. She sat across from him, saying nothing as she ate. Unsure of this development, he picked up his spoon. A dribble of rice stuck to the growth of stubble on his chin. Both of them were getting their hair back. He could feel the grain of his scalp, like velvet, as well as an itch between his legs. It's growing fast. When he would accidentally glance at her center, the darkening patch between her legs was noticeable.

"It's silly," she said, finishing her bowl, "To sit like strangers."

"We are strangers."

"We've been roommates for a week, that's got to count for something. There's no point in hiding from each other." She cupped her breasts and wiggled them, like puppets talking. "Come on Grant, I've noticed you sneaking a peek while I shower. I don't mind. Don't you want to talk face to face?"

He smiled before looking into her eyes. "Is that how you taught third graders? How did they ever learn to count past two?"

"Shut up," she joked. "I'm just saying I'm comfortable if you don't want to look away anymore. Do you?"

He had to admit that closing his eyes whenever she got up felt a little childish, as if the self-imposed blindness would make the rest of their predicament any better. A week of laying face-down on the mattress started to hurt his neck. "Yeah, okay," he said, "but I think we both can ask for privacy any time we think we need it."

"Deal." She moved onto the bed and patted the spot next to her. "No more eating on the floor like wild animals."

Looking up, he saw the silk strands of hair on her head against the blue sky, her whole body a dim silhouette. She looked like an angel. Under different circumstances, he might even take a shot. As he moved to stand, his hand swept under the bed and touched something hard and slim. Pinching it, he pulled out a flower.

"A romantic, I see." She shook her head though, taking the flower. "Not yet though. Prison is a real mood killer."

That night, he felt her slide against his back. Her breasts between his shoulder blades, she asked him, "is this okay?"

"Mhmm," he replied, raising his arm a little to let her reach under it. Vee's fingers sent electricity through his body, the first time anyone had touched him in memory. Heart beating faster, he placed his hand over hers and tried to sleep with these new sensations and failed. For the first time in a week, Vee didn't snore.

On the fiftieth morning, Grant slowly woke to Vee's head against his chest and a hand on his crotch. This was a new development. He gently grabbed her wrist with two fingers and moved it off his flaccid cock. Combing his pubic hair with his fingers felt like an old ritual he'd almost forgotten, but the new curly black strands were soft and warm. Perhaps that's why she hand her hand down there. Vee stirred, pushing herself upright.

"Another day in paradise, right?" Arms outstretched, she yawned like a cat, wisps of underarm hair lurking in the shadows, the same shade of blonde as the hairs growing between her legs. He turned away, ashamed of himself and his burgeoning erection. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's uh, guy problems." Sifting through his newly re-acquired memories, Grant tried to think unsexy thoughts. Ion disbursement engines, telemetric calculations, the cold, absolute vacuum of space. A hand gripped his shoulder and spun him on his back.

"You're not the only one, you know." Vee looked at his cock and it twitched as if startled. "I might not have all my memories so I might not be a good judge, but I think your dick looks pretty." She put her hand on his thigh and waited. "Do you want me to?"

He nodded, putting his hand at his sides, then behind his scruffy head. Nowhere felt right, his nerves getting the better of him and he let his arms fall to the side. As she moved her hand between his legs and grazed his balls, a soft moan escaped his lips. Long fingernails lightly scratched his skin before she squeezed him. "Oh, fuck," he groaned.

Vee knelt at his hips and began to stroke his cock. Slow, firm fingers moved up and down, and she watched his expression grow more tense. She found a hand and guided him to her breast, letting him pinch and pull at her nipple. The more he massaged her tenderly, the faster her hand moved.

Pearls of pre-cum formed at his tip, and her hand pulled them down, spreading the slick fluid over his shaft. They locked eyes while they played with each other, fervent expressions passed like notes in school. As he reached the point of no return, he let go of her and breathed hard. "I'm going to cum," he blurted, too late for her to do anything about it. The spray shot up his chest, followed by more ropes and desperate gasps as she kept milking his cock. As the last drops seeped out, she giggled and wiped his sweaty brow with her clean hand.

"Feel better?" He could only click his tongue and nod. After cleaning her hands, she returned to bed and gave him a gentle nudge. "You want to clean that off?"

He didn't. Grant wanted to pull her close and kiss those pink lips, to hold her in ways he'd only dreamt of. Instead, he rolled out of bed and stood in the corner where a warm rainshower began to fall. By now, he was used to the scented water that tasted clear but turned into a lather on his skin. Oh god, there's so much of it, he thought, scraping the cum off his chest.

"Let me help," she said, stepping under the shower. Wiping his belly, she moved down until she knelt at his cock. Wordlessly, she took him into her mouth. The sensation of her lips around his head made his legs shake.

Hunched over, he stiffened again, moaning her name as she licked circles around the tip. Cupping her cheeks, he lifted her up and kissed deeply until she returned it. Vee's lips were soft and sweet, and he cherished every moment they touched his. There was a sparkle in her eyes that wasn't there the night before, something new that he hoped he was showing as well. He grabbed her butt with both hands and pulled her closer, feeling her soapy breasts against his skin. Moving down her neck, she let out a sigh of relief when he nuzzled into the crook.

She turned around and backed against him, sliding his cock between her closed legs. He wasn't in her, but it felt amazing nonetheless. As she reached behind to hold his neck, Grant held one breast and slid a hand down her belly, through the short hairs and over her folds. She let out a gasp, eyes closed as one finger played with her clit. Watching her lose herself to pleasure made his heart race. Hips moving, he began to slide his cock between her legs, his skin slapping against her ass. She smiled and nodded, goading him to keep it up, moving his hand lower, until a finger curled inside her. "Fuck," she groaned, dropping her weight into his palm. He supported her better with an arm around her chest while his fingers slid in and out of her wet hole.

"Faster," she commanded with a ragged voice. "I'm so close, just right there." He could feel her walls grip his fingers, the pads touching a delicate spot inside that made her moan. As she finally climaxed, shuddering as water sluiced over her body, he joined her, another ribbon of cum ejected from between her legs. His load cleared the showers and landed in the dry room and Vee laughed until her belly convulsed. For Grant, it was the best sex he'd had in memory.

They cleaned themselves properly and returned to bed to look at the sky, arms and legs intertwined. "That felt really good," he confessed.

"I'm glad. I was a little worried that you might have wanted more."

Rubbing her short hair, he smiled. "Oh, but I do. But I can wait. How much time have we got?" The ceiling faded 50. He stopped wondering what came next and only thought how short was the time they had left. "I love you," he blurted, and time stopped. Onward and forever, Grant would mark the still blurry past, plus fifty days, up to that moment as The Time Before.

"I love you too." They let each other bask in warm silence and smiles. By the afternoon, they were fucking again. The condoms were carefully unrolled and discarded after each use, filled with his cum, covered in her cream. When they were hungry, they ate in bed, her legs over his. They shared what new memories they could recall, and he wondered how their pasts were connected.

The ceiling displayed 10 when he figured it out. Almost whole, the foggy memories were growing smaller, replaced by visions of space patrols, lonely nights at Ruby Station, no family left on Earth. Vee's history was decidedly more terrestrial. Her teaching career was marked by numerous awards for her innovation and dedication to her students.

"I remember seeing you on the news," he said, playing with her short hair. "You were selected from a short list of teachers."

Vee rubbed under his untamed beard. "Yes! It was an appointment of a lifetime. A new generation ship."

"Octavia IV," they said together.

"Holy shit, I remember getting orders to deploy there." He closed his eyes, trying to remember if he saw her, but he couldn't even make out the ship. "Fuck, I can't."

"It's okay, I can't either. We have five days." She kissed him and he melted in her embrace, leaving the past again for the present. As his thoughts drifted on the clouds above, he heard something soft drop on the floor, underneath the bed.

"I'll get it," she said, rolling over to the other side.

"What did you get?"

Vee smirked and held up a black silicone butt plug. "I forgot how much I love these until just now." She skipped over to the sink and ran soapy water over it, then propped a leg on the toilet seat. Presenting her ass to him, she bit her lip and slowly pressed the narrow tip against her hole.

Cock in hand, Grant slowly masturbated, watching her push the plug, her ass taking more before ejecting it. The widest point passed over her muscles and the plug sunk in with satisfying speed. He mirrored her expression of relief, then fished around for a condom.

"No no," she said, shaking her head. "Five days. No telling what's going to happen. Let's live a little." She crawled into bed straddling his thighs until his cock was wedged under her hairy mound. Bending down to kiss him, she angled her sex with smooth grace that came from repeated practice. "Have you ever fucked someone who was wearing a plug?"

"I can't say that I have. Maybe in the foggy part of my bra-" he was cut short as Vee slid down, her lips parting to let him in. Stars exploded in his mind as he penetrated her for the first time, unprotected. He could feel the hard flare of the plug inside her, only for a moment before she rode him deeper. Words stopped forming, only soft grunts came from his mouth. Holding onto her hips, the sensations running down his body were exquisite.

He held the back of her neck, pulling her in to kiss her again, to suck on her nipples as she increased her pace. The air was thick with the smell of sex between them. Closing his eyes, he peppered her body with kisses in places that he learned were her most intimate. He sat up and let her fall back into bed. Hips taking over, he crashed into hers with wanton desire.

"Cum inside me," she moaned, raking his back with her nails. The sharp shock sent him over the edge and with one strong motion, he erupted, dragging her body with him as he rutted harder, pressing her into the mattress. The feeling of raw bliss, the heat between them, her encouraging moans, erased his mind for a few precious moments.

Pulling out, a stream of cum followed his cock and flowed over the end of the plug. He held it with two fingers and looked at her, asking for permission. When Vee nodded, he slowly pulled it. She groaned and he let go and it sunk back into place. He must have looked nervous. "It's alright, just take your time," she said.

As he gained confidence, he held the plug with gentle outward pressure, watching her muscles relax. Breathing ragged, Vee rubbed her clit, finding her own climax just as the plug finally slid out. He threw it into the shower corner and fell back on her, caressing her sides and her breasts as she played with his beard. "Five days of this? A guy could get used to it."

He got used to a lot of new things during that last week.. Vee remembered more sexual preferences and partners, men and women who she loved to play with on board the generation ship. They tried to re-enact some of her favorites but the mechanism under the bed was more limited in its sex toy construction capability than she had wished. The length of rope made him nervous until she demonstrated the intricate knots on herself before tying him down to the bed and fucking his brains out. Having been trapped in a room for three months gave him a new perspective on will and control.

On day 2, they both woke up screaming. He looked over and Vee was breathing hard in a panic. The nightmare, filled with klaxon alerts, fires, and a sense of imminent death lingered in his mind. She pawed at his chest, looking desperate to be held. The hot tears smeared on his skin, cooling under her fast breath. Taking a big gulp, he stroked her back. "You saw it too?"

"The failure in Level Three, yes. I think I can still taste the smoke. It was awful."

The catastrophic failure of one of the ship's primary life support systems had killed dozens, punctured the bulkhead and sucked away their bodies, along with a significant portion of supplies and farming equipment. No longer patrolling space, Grant's squadron had been redeployed as supplemental security forces to guard the remaining resources from angry and scared passengers. He did not like what he had been ordered to do.

"One more day," she sighed, snuggling closer. Grant wanted to protect her from the unknown beyond these white walls, but didn't know how. Instead, he turned and pulled her closer, wiping her tears with his thumb. For the first time, he wondered if they should stay.

"Whatever happened," he said, "whatever happens next, I will be with you. No matter what." They spent the day in bed, sharing what they remembered about the calamity. The ship could no longer sustain its people. He remembered the lottery, a dumb but egalitarian method to determine who would move on. Acrimony and accusations flew even before the drawing had occurred.

After they each took long showers, Vee curled herself on the bed, hugging her legs. "Did you pull a short straw," she asked?

He looked up at the clear night sky, thinking how the stars looked foreign. "I don't remember. That must be the missing piece."

"Come here," she said softly, turned on her side. The curve of her hips was smooth when he laid his hand on it, pulling up to spoon her. He loved how her ass fit perfectly in the saddle of his lap. Settling in, his cock stirred but he wasn't in the mood, and the half effort exhausted itself under her legs.

The fine wisps of her hair smelled like Spring. On board the ship, there was so little foliage that wasn't used to recycle the air, the fragrance lingering on Vee's head reminded him of Earth. Holding onto her hand and a breast, he felt his breathing slow, matching hers. "One more day," he whispered, then drifted into restless sleep.

Vee was already washing up when he woke up. Watching her primp and preen was one of his favorite activities, especially when she would beckon him to join her. This morning, she was focused on the task at hand, only glancing back at him with a small smile before continuing the wipe and wash. After, the air dryer whipped her breasts and full bush like a hurricane.

"I'm going to miss that," he joked. The room darkened for a moment as the ceiling pulsed the number 1, and again.

She sat next to him on the bed and held his hand. "I know, I keep checking it too. Any new memories?"

"There was an alternative plan," he replied. "The military had developed better cyro pods...more efficient and durable, but they wouldn't be able to scale up production to meet the demand of all the passengers. There were side effects, and a long post-incubation period. It was a risk because there was no telling who, if anyone could resuscitate the people."

"I was picked from the lottery," she said. "I remember crying with my friends before heading on a tram to the forward level. I remember being sick to my stomach." Vee's face flashed red and she stopped talking, then ran to the toilet and vomited. Washing her mouth at the sink, she returned without drying. "Like that, I guess."

After, they ate quietly, hip to hip on the edge of the bed. He thought about the hundred days, how some dragged on with little to do, and others went by too fast to remember. The very idea of memories, how they could be made hidden, or possibly manufactured, bothered him. Nowhere in his recollection did that technology exist, but if it did, who was to say if that memory was permanently blocked already? Mildly flustered, he almost didn't notice Vee's hand, high on his lap, sliding closer to his crotch. Her long nails tickled his cock and it awakened. Kissing her cheek, he whispered, "How do you want it?"

She slid backwards and got on all fours, shaking her ass at him. "I want you to fuck me from behind. Her face was serious, the normal playfulness in her eyes slightly diminished.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I want to forget about it, to think of something else right now. Don't you?" The number pulsed on the ceiling like an omen. "Fuck me so I don't have to think about the time."

Grant crawled to her and plunged his face between her legs. She gasped and melted, looking back while he tongue slide over her sex, finding her clit. He held her hips, tasting the warm cream coming from her pussy. He wanted to forget too. Taking deep breaths, he returned with the flat of his tongue, lapping at her folds until she moaned for more. One, then two fingers sunk into her hole and she clenched them with power. He found a rhythm with her, moving his hand in time with her rising back. It was like floating on a warm ocean, undulating back and forth like flotsam and jetsam in unknown waters. When her asshole puckered, he rimmed it, flicking the tight hole with his tongue.

"Oh fuck yes," she gasped, leaning into it. "Come on tiger, fuck me in the ass."

Smearing it with her own cream, he plunged his thumb into her ass and she groaned, letting her shoulders fall to the bed. Moving his fingers in her pussy and ass at the same time, he watched her lose herself to pleasure and it drove him mad with love. Stroking himself with his free hand, his cock was ready and he positioned himself., slathering the head with her cream. "Are you ready?"

Biting her lip, she nodded with her eyes closed. "Oh, oh f-fuck…" Grant held onto her ass cheeks and spread them, giving him more access to her hole. It was so tight, practically trembling as he slid deeper inside. As he pulled back, her body pulled with him, gripping his cock until it nearly fell out. "More, please," she moaned. Grant obliged.

It was harder to push in and out of her ass, but the feeling was sensational. He was athletic in his thrusts, driving her into the bed each time he buried his cock into her backside. Grabbing her wrists, he held them like reins and fucked her faster, pulling her off the bed. Vee's breasts shook beneath, rocking back and forth as he came closer to the edge of his orgasm. When he couldn't hold it any longer, he let go of her hands and hunched over her, panting at her ear as he emptied his load into her ass. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he mustered, breathing as hard as she did until she collapsed on the bed with him on top.

"I fucking needed that," she sighed. "I can't remember the last time my ass was fucked so well. And it's not because of foggy memories. That was genuinely, sincerely, the best."

"It's only because you bring out the best in me. I've never done anal before, but now there's no turning back. I'm an ass addict. An assoholic."

She laughed and accepted his kisses over her neck and shoulders before turning to grab his face. "You've made me an enabler."

Before they could utter another word, a sharp hiss sounded from the other side of the wall. Jumping out of bed, that held each other's hands and faced a dark outline, like a large oval. The hissing grew louder as the outline sharpened, a small pocket sinking in and around a latch handle.

Turning the latch, the oval door silently opened, revealing a white sandy beach with a small group of people, waiting in linen clothes. Behind them in the gray blurry distance, the recognizable remains of the Octavia IV loomed over tropical forest trees.

An old woman hobbled to the entrance, hair as white as the beach sand. Vee stepped out, mouth agape. Her expression was a mixture of confusion and familiarity, like seeing something out of time. "Hello, Ms. Geneveve," she said. "Welcome to your new world."

Thanks for reaching the end! Comments and feedback are welcome.

Based on this prompt by u/IkaRessdix. Optional Epilogue in the comments.

Daniel had blinked. That was all he’d done. He was sure of it: he’d walked into the elevator heading up to his office, set down his shoulder bag, and then blinked as he’d touched the button to the eleventh floor. All it had taken was that one blink, and he was suddenly in a place that definitely wasn’t an elevator, a completely different place, with no idea how he’d gotten there.

As far as he could tell, it was some kind of lecture hall, shaped like a half circle with tiered rows of seats. The large room was completely filled with people, and even in his shock he noticed that they were all young women, looking at him as if he was a kind of TV screen playing reruns of an interesting show that they had already watched. He looked down. He was sitting in a simple wooden chair, and his bag had come with him too, resting on the ground next to him.

Turning left, he looked up from his bag and saw a woman standing near him, in front of a podium, also watching him with a mildly interested expression.

“Oh good, you’re here,” she said into the silence.

His brain managed to register the fact that she was pretty, with high cheekbones, warm brown eyes, and enticingly full lips. Then he noticed something quite odd. Two small horns, the color of wood, poked through her hair which was pulled back into a bun. They were angled backwards, seeming to follow her hair, and had faint swirling patterns on their surface. Another distinctly odd thing about this woman was that she had wings. They reminded him of dragon wings, but smooth and shiny instead of scaly. A long and thin tail, dark red and ending in an arrow shape, swirled lazily behind as if it was suspended in water.

The first thought his shocked mind could process was “Halloween.”

The woman turned to face the rest of the lecture hall, and Daniel looked forwards as well. The girls seemed to be college age. He noticed that they had horns and wings too, and he could see tails similar to the woman on stage poking out from under seats here and there. He thought “definitely Halloween.”

“Well, now we can get started,” the woman said to the lecture hall. “I’m assuming you’ve all read the assignment through, and prepared a-”

“Where am I?” Daniel blurted loudly.

The woman stopped speaking. She turned and looked at him. After a second, her eyes widened with alarm, and her wings folded tightly against her back. Her tail froze behind her.

“You don’t know where you are?” she asked.

“I’m in an elevator!” he said wildly, looking around.

The woman cast a worried look at the students assembled in front of her, and then looked at Daniel again, leaning towards him with concern.

“You… you can tell you’re not in an elevator, right?” she asked hesitantly.

“Yes- well, I…” he stammered, and paused as he closed his eyes, trying to think. “I’m not… I’m supposed to be in an elevator!”

He opened his eyes. Every girl in the lecture hall was staring at him with wide eyes. He looked at the woman to his left, and saw that she was looking through some notes on her podium with a worried expression. She looked sideways at him.

“You’re not David Flattwick?” she asked quickly.

“What? No!” Daniel exclaimed. “My name’s Daniel!” He frowned at her. “Who are you?” His frown deepened. “Why do you have wings?”

The woman rolled her eyes and grasped the sides of the podium with her hands.

“Damn Lily,” she muttered to herself. “Damn Lily and her sloppy spellwork! If I’ve told her once, I’ve told her a thousand times, you’re supposed to be naked by the time you get to the third part of the incantation, but nooo…” she wrinkled her nose and spoke in a mocking voice, “...she doesn’t like the way the flames feel against her skin…”

She glared at her podium for a moment, and then took a deep breath, seeming to compose herself, before addressing the lecture hall.

“Well, clearly this isn’t David Flattwick, this is someone else,” she said, “which will make today’s quiz considerably more complicated. But no matter, as long as you’ve studied the material I’ve given you last week, you should have no problem dealing with this human. You all know what to do! Now, who wants to go first?”

All of the wide staring eyes in the lecture hall moved from Daniel to the woman standing next to him. There was complete silence.

“No volunteers?” the woman tried again.

All of the eyes had left the woman and were now suddenly staring at random things in the large room: the walls, their feet, their nails…

“Am I going to have to call on somebody?” the woman asked, a hint of impatience in her voice.

None of the women in the audience responded. Daniel looked upwards, and then stared around him. The elevator walls had seemed so solid…

“Very well!” the woman called out. “Mary, why don’t you come up here and show us what you’ve learned?”

A girl in the third row jumped, her eyes widening. She was short, with long glossy dark hair pulled back in a ponytail. Daniel could see her tail twitching with what seemed like nerves.

“Mary,” the woman repeated again, raising her eyebrows.

“Y-yes Professor Woods,” Mary stammered, clumsily getting up from her seat. She made her way to the aisle, awkwardly passing the girls next to her, and then walked up to the stage, her hands clasped in front of her, shooting Daniel shy glances as she walked.

“What’s going on?” Daniel asked. “What is this?”

Nobody answered. He was beginning to feel a little scared.

Mary climbed up the steps in front of the stage, and stopped in front of Daniel. He stared at her. She looked normal, with a t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers, except for the horns and the wings and the tail. Like the woman next to him, she was also really pretty, but he couldn’t figure out why all of the girls were wearing the same Halloween costumes, and he couldn’t figure out how Mary was getting her tail to move like that…

“Well, okay,” Mary said quietly, nervously glancing back and forth between Daniel and the woman next to him. “Okay, I’ll start now.”

There was a faint pop. Mary’s hair was now blonde and short, done up in an old fashioned hairdo. Her horns, wings, and tail had vanished. She wore a tight peach colored plaid button down shirt, opened at the top to expose her ample cleavage, and tied up to uncover her midriff. Her hips were covered with a flowy but extremely short skirt, and she wore knee length striped socks on her feet.

“WHAT!” Daniel exclaimed. His chair scraped against the stage as he lurched backwards, his eyes bulging at the girl standing in front of him.

“Hello!” Mary said. Her lips, accentuated by bright red lipstick, were puffed out in a pout, and she fluttered her eyelashes innocently. “You look like a big strong man!”

She started walking towards him, throwing her hips from side to side, her cleavage in severe danger of bouncing out of her top.

“I’ve just been soooo lonely,” she said, still pouting at him. She stopped directly in front of him and bent forwards, placing her hands on her knees. Her eyes fixed him with a doe eyed look and she gave her eyelashes an extra vigorous flutter. “Would you like to keep me company? My house has been so empty since my husband left in the war, and I think you’re the perfect kind of daddy to fill-”

“What is this, a 1950’s porn parody?” Daniel snarled. He was starting to feel annoyed as he watched the girl in front of him chew on her bottom lip, pressing her breasts together with her arms. He could faintly feel arousal stirring in his crotch despite the strangeness of the situation, and that only made him feel more annoyed. “Will anybody tell me what’s going on? Is this real?”

“I can give you something real, daddy,” Mary responded, her eyelashes fluttering furiously.

“What’s your name? Mary?” Daniel snapped. “Will you please stop doing that with your eyes? You look clinically insane. And what are you supposed to be, a housewife? That’s stupid!”

Mary’s doe eyed look vanished, and she quickly glanced at Professor Woods. He looked at her too. The Professor was watching with a look of dismay, her hand hiding half her face. Mary quickly looked around for a moment, seemingly thinking fast. Then, with another pop, a spoon appeared in her hand. Her short skirt swayed around her thighs as she turned and stood with her back to him.

“Whoops!” she cried.

Her hand opened, and the spoon fell onto the floor of the stage with a clatter. Keeping her back straight with her legs spread apart, she smoothly bent over. Her short skirt lifted up to unveil her nude backside, with cute round buttcheeks and a soft and completely hairless pussy.

“Ahhhh!” Daniel cried, holding his hands out in front of him.

Mary grabbed the spoon, but she remained bent over. She looked at him over her shoulder and started swaying her hips from side to side, her nude privates moving in front of his face. His unwanted erection grew a little stiffer.

“Oh no, I think I forgot to wear underwear!” she simpered. “Oh Daddy, I didn’t mean to upset you! Maybe I could do something to make you feel better?”

“Get that out of my face!” he shot at her.

“Daddy, please fuck me!” she cried, a pornstar quality entering her voice. “Please! You know it would feel so good to put your cock in my tight. Little. Pussy!”

She shook her hips from side to side with each word.

“No, I don’t!” Daniel retorted. “I liked the elevator better!”

“But you’re hard!” Mary exclaimed desperately, still swaying her backside.

“Oh please,” Daniel scoffed, “I get hard when I get bored, that doesn’t mean anything!”

Mary threw her hips to the left and gasped, her eyes rolling upwards. Without warning, clear liquids exploded from her pussy, narrowly missing him. The jet of thick fluid splattered onto the floor next to him, a thin gooey string of it hanging from her pussy lips.

“Hnnnnnnnngggggggg!” Mary moaned loudly, her face going limp.

“What the fuck!” Daniel yelled, leaning to the other side as the other girls in the class gasped.

For a moment, Mary was frozen in place. Then she straightened up, jumping away from Daniel and spinning around with a mortified look in her face, tugging her skirt downwards as far as it would go.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!” she cried, and the fake pornstar quality to her voice was gone. “I swear I didn’t mean to, I was just nervous, and I got over excited, and-”

“Is that supposed to seduce me?” Daniel exclaimed.

“No, it wasn’t!” Mary retorted. “But lots of guys are into squirting, for your information!”

“That’s not how squirting works!” he spat at her.

“Oh, like you would know!” she snarled, stamping her foot.

“Mary, please go back to your seat,” Professor Woods said firmly.

“But he’s hard!” Mary complained, gesturing at his lap. Daniel rolled his eyes and covered his bulge with his hands.

“Yes,” the professor replied. “But is he fucking you?”

Mary pressed her lips together and grudgingly shook her head.

“Please go back to your seat.”

“You wanted it,” Mary muttered resentfully at Daniel, and then she spun around and stalked off of the stage. He looked at the Professor.

“This doesn’t usually… happen,” she muttered quietly.

He saw, with a strange kind of satisfaction, that she looked faintly embarrassed. He was getting more annoyed by the second. It was really difficult to keep the image of Mary’s pussy out of his mind.

“Alright, who’s up next?” Professor Woods called out, looking around the lecture hall again. “Rachel, how about you give it a try?”

“Do I have to?” a blonde in the front row grumbled. “He’s mean!”

“Yes,” the professor said impatiently. “It shouldn’t be a problem if you’ve read the chapters. Come on up!”

Daniel glared at the blonde as she marched up to the stage, noticing that she was quite pretty too. His cock remained hard in his pants, and if she flashed her privates at him like Mary had done… The thought caused more annoyance to bubble up inside of him.

Rachel stopped in front of him and crossed her arms, giving him a thoughtful gaze, looking infuriatingly pretty. He stared defiantly into her bright blue eyes. Half of him was convinced that none of this was real, but it seemed like these girls were some kind of demons that were learning how to seduce him, and if he knew one thing for sure, it was that he wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction.

There was another pop, and Rachel’s blonde hair was suddenly pulled back into a severe bun. Her horns, tail, and wings had vanished. Large glasses had appeared on her nose, and professional looking makeup had appeared on her face, with bright red lipstick like Mary’s. She was also wearing a skirt like Mary, except this time it was black and it almost reached her knees, and a button up white blouse with a gray cardigan. She held a couple of books in her arms, and some kind of name tag hung around her neck.

One of her eyebrows inched upwards as she gave him a cold look, raising her chin a little. Daniel had to admit to himself that she pulled the look off; it was hot. But not hot enough. He knew she was trying to seduce him and he knew that he would not let her.

After a few moments, Rachel stepped forwards. He noticed that she was barefoot. She stood directly in front of him, and then bent forwards, pressing her pointer finger against her lips. A corner of her mouth started lifting in an alluring smirk.

“Shhhhhhhhhhh,” she said.

“Why are you sushing me?” Daniel asked as loudly as he could.

For a moment, the smirk vanished and he felt that satisfaction again as he saw a look of annoyance on her face. But then the coy expression returned, and she straightened up, looking past him. He turned in his chair and saw that a bookshelf full of books had appeared behind him.

He looked at Rachel again. She gazed down at him as she lifted her left foot and placed it on his chair, between his legs. Despite himself, his cock gave a twitch. She climbed up onto his chair, placing her right foot next to her legs, and then moving her left foot so that her feet were on either side of him. She shuffled forwards.

Now he was sitting between her legs, and it was incredibly clear to him that like Mary, she wasn’t wearing underwear under her skirt. He stared up at her bare pussy, inches away from her face, as Rachel started putting books away in the bookshelf behind him.

“Really?” he said.

“Shhhhhhh,” she replied.

“You can’t just-”

“Sir, this is a library,” Rachel interrupted with a hushed voice. “Please be quiet, or I’ll have to…” her voice attained a husky quality, “discipline you.”

She shifted her weight, and her left foot lovingly started brushing against his arm.

“If I wanted tacos shoved in my face I’d go to the food vendor down the street from my office,” Daniel said. “At least that would be tasty and worth my while-”

“Hey, you know I don’t actually want to fuck you right?” Rachel snapped, pulling her skirt off of his head so that she could glare down at him. “You don’t have to be such a smartass-”

“Alright Rachel, you can go back to your seat,” Professor Woods interrupted.

“He’s such an asshole!” Rachel complained, jumping off of the chair. Behind him, the bookshelf vanished.

“Yes, but assholes or not, a significant number of humans have sexual needs, so this shouldn’t have been a problem for you if you’d done the reading.”

“Oh yeah, I’m the asshole here,” Daniel said sarcastically, spreading his arms out to gesture at the entire lecture hall.

“Is there anyone here,” the Professor said loudly as Rachel went back to her seat, ignoring Daniel, “who has studied the chapters I’ve assigned, and not just skimmed through them like Rachel and Mary?”

For a moment, none of the girls in the lecture hall reacted. Then, a girl in the very last row slowly raised her hand.

“Thank you, Eleanor,” the professor said. “Come down here and show us what you’ve learned, don’t be shy!”

Daniel watched the demon girl called Eleanor get up and start shifting sideways towards the nearest aisle. She had dark wavy hair and was wearing a simple blue zip up hoodie with jeans. Like Mary, Rachel, professor Woods, and, Daniel was starting to realize, every single entity in this room, Eleanor was disarmingly pretty.

She walked up to the stage. She didn’t look at Professor Woods, but kept her dark eyes trained on Daniel. Eventually, he started to find it difficult to meet her gaze, so he looked at the ground in front of his feet.

Like the other two girls, Eleanor stopped in front of him. For a moment, she just watched him. Then there was a pop, and her horns, wings, and tail vanished. He looked up at her, and was surprised to see that she hadn’t changed anything else.

“It’s Daniel, right?” she asked, giving him a kind smile.

“It’s Eleanor, right?” he mocked.

Eleanor sighed.

“Let’s make you more comfortable,” she said.

There was another pop, and he jumped in his seat as the chair he was sitting on suddenly turned into an antique wooden sofa. He felt himself sink into the green cushion. Eleanor walked over and sat down on the other end of the sofa, her body angled towards him.

“Having a rough day, huh?” she asked softly, tilting her head.

“Do you think you’re going to seduce me by being nice?”

“Oh Daniel, I’m just getting started,” she replied with a charming giggle.

He didn’t know what to say to that, so he just sat there.

“I think I should clear the air a little,” she said after a pause. “This other guy, David, was supposed to be here, not you. He was going to be a willing participant in this activity, because he knew what was going on. You don’t. So I think it would help us both if I explained it! Don’t you?”

“There’s nothing sexy about this at all,” Daniel grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. But part of him was really enjoying listening to Eleanor talk, which annoyed him greatly.

“Mmm-hmm,” was Eleanor’s reply. “Anyway, I’m a Succubus. We all are. Well, Succubi in training, actually. This is our first test on seduction! Succubi thrive off of human reproductive fluids, so we have to learn how to seduce them. That’s why you’re here. Once I finish you off, you’ll be sent back to your elevator, I promise.”

“Sheesh, you’re confident, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am.”

There was a pause.

“Well, I swear to god, if you put on a skirt-”

“The reading professor Woods gave us said nothing about skirts,” Eleanor interrupted softly.

She was starting very intently at him. He looked at her, a little unnerved. Suddenly, her face started shifting, her mouth growing wider and then narrower, her nose growing longer and shorter. It was like her face was fading through a series of faces, melting and solidifying again and again.

Daniel, who was getting kind of used to seeing weird things happen by now, only jumped a little.

“What are you doing?” he blurted.

“Relax,” Eleanor said, the word having been formed by two different mouths. “This is normal. It was in Chapter 3. I’m just trying to find a face you like, by watching your micro-expressions.”

Her face continued shifting. He suddenly realized that there were a few faces fading in and out between the others that he vaguely recognized. Her hair was also changing, becoming short, then long, curly, then straight.

“This must look pretty freaky,” she said casually, carefully watching his face. “I can’t imagine it’s very seductive… but I should be almost done now.”

The changes flickering in Eleanor’s face were becoming less and less severe. With a jolt of emotion in his chest, Daniel saw that her face was starting to resemble Emma Watson’s who he’d had a crush on ever since he’d seen the third Harry Potter movie at age eleven.

“What are you…” he stammered, then trailed off. It was beyond strange, seeing Eleanor’s face gradually melt into the actress’s.

“The reading professor Woods gave us said that the face usually becomes the face of the person the subject masturbated to last,” Eleanor said. Her eyes narrowed a little. “And judging by your reaction…” a smile appeared on her mouth, a smile Daniel was very familiar with, “...I think I’ve got it.”

Her face stopped shifting. He didn’t say anything. Eleanor took a deep breath and ran her hands over her face. Then she looked at him again, and said: “Fuck me.”

“No.”

“No, no, sorry,” Eleanor said, holding up her hand with a smile. “Just a voice check. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

Her voice changed with each repetition, becoming higher or lower. Then she started changing accents.

“Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

“This is very thorough,” Daniel grumbled.

“This is how you get the most dick,” Eleanor responded brightly. “Ahem, fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

Eleanor then switched to a british accent, and Daniel saw Emma Watson look him right in the eyes and say “fuck me.”

His heart seemed to squeeze together, and his cock throbbed in his pants. He felt as though arousal was flowing through his veins, flooding his brain, making his thoughts slow and heavy.

Eleanor wore Emma Watson’s disarming smile as she looked at him with laughter in her brown eyes.

“There it is,” she said, sounding pleased.

Daniel gazed at Eleanor. The resemblance was nearly perfect. She had the nose, the mouth, the eyebrows…

“So, now that you’ve adjusted all your settings or whatever, are you going to try to get me to have sex with you?” he asked as casually as he could.

“Is that what you want?”

“No,” Daniel said defiantly. He looked at his knees. “I’m not going to fuck you just because you look like some famous person.”

“Which famous person do I look like?”

“You don’t know?”

“I can’t see my own face, Daniel.”

Daniel sighed.

“You look like Emma Watson,” he mumbled.

“Ah, that explains the accent,” Eleanor said. “She is very pretty, Daniel-”

“Yes, you are all pretty,” Daniel interrupted, his feeling of annoyance starting to come back. His face was feeling very warm, and he hated it. “But you have to be more than pretty to seduce someone!”

“Of course!”

“I’m just not going to have sex with you!” he said, speaking to her legs because he found looking at her new face difficult.

“That’s okay!” Eleanor replied cheerfully.

He looked at her face, startled. She was smiling.

“What?” he said.

“We don’t have to have sex,” Eleanor said. “We can just talk.”

“But… isn’t the whole point…” he looked out at the lecture hall. The girls were all silently watching him and Eleanor. “Don’t you have to seduce me?”

“Do you want to be seduced, Daniel?”

He had to admit, there was a gentle softness to her voice that was quite seductive. And the british accent certainly didn’t help. He looked at her again and saw her smiling the kind of smile one wears when they’re watching a baby try to solve a simple puzzle. It was really annoying.

“No, I don’t want to be seduced,” he said firmly.

“What’s the point in seducing you if you don’t want to be seduced?” Eleanor asked. There was a teasing glint in her eye that he did not like.

“You’re not making any sense,” he said.

“It’s not your job to understand,” she said gently. “That’s my job. I’m the one being tested here, not you.”

“Well then stop asking me so many-”

“Do you want to play chess?”

He stared at her.

“What?” he said after a pause.

“Do you want to play chess?” Eleanor repeated. She tilted her head again. “You know how to play, right?”

“Yeah, I know how to play!”

“It’s just a question,” she said quietly. She was still smiling that same teasing smile. “No need to get so defensive, Daniel.”

A chessboard appeared on the sofa cushion between them, complete with the pieces.

“There. Your move,” Eleanor said.

“And what if I don’t want to play with you?” he said, putting some poison in his voice.

Eleanor raised Emma Watson’s expressive brown eyebrows.

“Does this mean you forfeit the match?” she asked.

He looked at her for a moment, and then sighed, looking down at the board. He moved a pawn. Her smile grew.

“I thought so.”

She moved one of her pawns.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” she asked.

“The other girls didn’t seem to care,” he snorted. He moved a bishop.

“That’s because they didn’t read the chapters,” she replied. She looked up from the board at him, raising her eyebrows again. “So do you?”

“That’s none of your business,” he said as she moved a knight.

“You don’t want me to know about your romantic life,” she murmured to the chess board. “Interesting.”

“If you think that you can seduce someone by playing chess with them, then I don’t think you’ve read ‘the chapters’ either,” he said as scathingly as he could, moving another pawn.

“I don’t use chess to seduce people,” Eleanor replied. “I’m using chess to seduce you. And it doesn’t have to be a chess game.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” he said quickly. He was starting to feel a little nervous, though he couldn’t understand why. “And besides, I thought you said you weren’t trying to seduce me.”

Eleanor just smiled at him. She moved her queen.

“Check.”

Daniel blocked it with his bishop. She took his bishop with her bishop.

“Check.”

He sighed, looking at the board for a few moments. Then he moved his king. A few moments later, Eleanor moved another pawn.

“You’re losing,” she said after a pause. “How does that make you feel?”

“What are you, my therapist?”

“Is that what you want?”

It was so annoying how pretty the laughter in her face made her look.

“Haha, very funny,” he said. “Do you seduce people by asking them random questions?”

“They’re not random,” Eleanor replied. “Why are you single?”

He stared at her for a moment, surprised. Then he looked down at the board for a moment.

“I never said I was single.”

“You didn’t have to.”

He looked up at her again. She glanced up and then smiled, reaching out to touch his arm. His heart wriggled in his chest.

“No offense,” she said sweetly. “Micro-expressions, remember? It’s your move, by the way.”

He moved a piece, trying to ignore how her touch had made him feel.

“It’s none of your business why I’m single.”

“It kind of is, if I want to pass this test,” she murmured. “But that’s okay. No answer is an answer, in this case.”

He didn’t know what to say to that. She took one of his pawns.

“Check.”

He sighed and moved his king again.

“You’re losing,” Eleanor repeated. “I can see a mate in a few moves. How does that make you feel?”

“Why do you keep asking me that?” he snapped. “It doesn’t make me feel anything.”

“Then why are you blushing?” she asked casually, Emma Watson’s brown eyes rising to meet his.

He heard some scattered giggling from the other girls in the lecture hall. He crossed his arms over his chest, his heart beating quickly, trying to ignore how hot his face felt.

“Daniel,” Eleanor said. But he couldn’t look at her. He also couldn’t look at anyone else in the room. He shifted his legs, trying to hide his erection.

“Daniel,” Eleanor repeated after a pause. He risked a glance at her and saw that she was smiling again. His heart skipped a beat. “Do you like losing?”

For some reason, that question made him feel like Eleanor had reached out and squeezed his heart with her hand.

“No, I don’t like losing,” he said quickly. “Who likes losing?”

“Most people don’t,” she said. Her finger pushed against the top of her queen, tilting it from side to side. “Losing is painful, isn’t it? It’s embarrassing. It’s… oh, what’s the word…” her smile grew, her eyes glowing with a triumphant look, “...humiliating?”

Daniel didn’t say anything. He really wanted to say something, but he couldn’t. He felt trapped and exposed, and while it was excruciating to look into Eleanor’s eyes, it was almost impossible to look away from them.

The chessboard vanished with a pop.

“Most people don’t like losing,” Eleanor repeated. She moved herself closer to Daniel next to the sofa. “But you’re different, I think. I could see it from the very beginning. Of course, you were upset to find yourself here, as anyone would be, but as soon as sex got involved, you got angry. You couldn’t stand Mary putting her backside in your face, could you? And when Mary got up close and personal with her skirt, you got mean. You don’t dislike losing, you loathe it, and to you, getting turned on in front of a room full of girls is the ultimate loss.”

Eleanor leaned over, moving her face into his line of sight, and he saw Emma Watson’s brown eyes stare into his.

“You’re as insecure as can be,” she said softly. “Losing is humiliating for you, and losing to a girl… whew, that just breaks you for some reason, doesn’t it? Makes you feel vulnerable? Makes you seek… comfort?”

She looked down at the bulge in his pants before looking into his face again.

“You’re incredibly aroused.”

“No, I’m not… I get hard when I get bored,” he mumbled, glaring at the ground.

“You’ve said that,” she said. “People eat when they’re bored, but they also eat when they’re hungry.” She grinned. “No offense, but I’ve never seen a more starved boy in my life.”

When he didn’t respond, she looked at his bulge again.

“In the real world,” she said after a pause, “all I would’ve had to do is disguise myself as a human, analyze your interactions with women, find out that you’re woefully insecure, and then find a way to challenge you to a friendly game of chess, or a casual tennis match, or even rock paper scissors… and when you’d lose, I’d shoot a bit of trash talking your way, a bit of teasing…”

She sighed.

“You’d be between my legs in no time, filling my tight pussy with your cum, desperately trying to use my body to soothe your insecurities. Easy.”

Daniel looked at Eleanor, his eyes wide. Emma Watson’s face smiled back at him, as smug and confident as ever. There was another pause.

“How long do you think you’d last?” Eleanor asked, breaking the silence.

He somehow felt both terrified and excited at the same time. His cock strained against his pants, and his face burned furiously.

“Five-five minutes,” he murmured.

“A little louder please,” Eleanor responded. Her eyes were narrowed tauntingly, and he could tell she was enjoying torturing him.

“Five minutes,” he repeated, staring at her knees.

“First honest thing you’ve said so far.”

A few of the girls in the audience chuckled. Eleanor looked at Daniel for a few moments, appearing to think. After a few seconds, a smirk curved the corner of her mouth.

“I think three,” she said. She moved a little closer to him, so that her legs were touching his. Her hand brushed against his arm. “Let’s find out who’s right, shall we?”

He stared at her.

“Right now?”

Eleanor nodded.

“Yes, right now. You’re rock hard, you won’t stop glancing at my mouth, and we both know that you’d love to be forced to cum in front of everyone in this lecture hall. I’ve won, you’ve lost.”

Daniel looked at all of the women in the audience. They were all watching him silently. He spotted Rachel, who was watching with a cruel anticipation, biting her lip. He quickly looked away and glanced at Professor Woods. She was gazing at Eleanor and Daniel with an approving smile, her arms crossed over her chest. He looked at Eleanor again.

“Okay,” he said meekly.

Eleanor leaned across him, and he saw that she was placing a smartphone on the couch next to him with the screen facing upwards, the timer app opened. It was ready at three minutes.

“Take out your cock for me,” she said. Her tone was light and polite, but the expression he could see in Emma Watson’s eyes was anything but. He felt he had no choice but to obey.

He almost thought he could hear everyone in the lecture hall collectively breathe in as he started unbuttoning his pants. He glanced shyly at Eleanor as he pulled the zipper down. Her gaze was fixed on his crotch. Closing his eyes, feeling like his face and neck was on fire, he slowly reached into his pants and pulled out his throbbing erection. There was silence as it twitched in the cool air of the lecture hall.

“Well done, Eleanor!” Professor Woods called out.

Daniel opened his eyes. All of the women in the lecture hall were clapping, and Eleanor was beaming proudly at the audience as she knelt next to him.

“That’s how it’s done, ladies!” Professor Woods continued. “Lower the humans guard, look for an entrance, and appeal to their emotions instead of their mind. And remember, microexpressions and body language! Eleanor, you may return to your seat.”

“Wait, no!” Daniel blurted.

Every eye in the lecture hall turned towards him. His cock twitched as embarrassment surged through him.

“Oh, now you want it?” Eleanor smirked, raising an eyebrow. She was back to her normal pretty dark eyed self, but what Daniel found irresistible about her had nothing to do with her face.

“I’m sorry Daniel,” Professor Woods said, walking over to the couch, “but I have to send you back to your elevator now.”

“No,” Dainel said, frantically looking from the Professor to Eleanor, “please!”

“I’m sorry,” the Professor repeated, looking amused.

But he saw Eleanor reach across him again. She had started the timer. Then her dark eyes met his, and he felt her wrap her hand around his cock. He had no idea a hand could feel so good. Eleanor’s touch sent a wave of pleasure through his body, and his cock ached in her warm palm.

She started stroking.

“Clock’s ticking Daniel,” she purred.

He squirmed, and she pressed herself against his side. The comforting sensation of her warm body made his heart quiver with excitement, and almost overwhelming tingles of pleasure moved through him as she started speeding her motions up, her hand moving up and down with a slight twisting motion.

“You’re so hard,” Eleanor said. “But… hmm, you don’t look bored to me.”

Some laughter came from the audience. Her motions sped up a little more, her fingers seeming to brush against the underside of his mushroom head in all the right ways, her palm seeming to caress the front of his cock with a perfect pressure.

“You know Daniel,” she said in a conversational tone, “you’re sitting in a lecture hall full of soon to be fully qualified Succubi. Succubi who now know exactly how to get you all horny and submissive.” She moved her face close to his. “And we all know where you live. Isn’t that interesting?”

There was more laughter from the audience, along with some excited whispering. Daniel could feel his orgasm approaching, like a tsunami looming over him, even as his heart felt like it was melting and trickling down his insides. And still, Eleanor’s hand kept pumping, pleasuring his erection with surgical precision.

“That’s thirty seconds,” Eleanor said. “Only two minutes and thirty seconds left, and you win. How are you holding up?”

Daniel was filled with a perfect cocktail of panic and arousal. His limbs twitched as he tried to resist the explosive orgasm building inside of him, seconds away from erupting, but it was no use. He looked at Eleanor, and saw her looking into his eyes, wearing a titillatingly victorious smile.

“You know they’re laughing at you, right?”

That was the last straw. He stared into her gorgeous dark eyes as he felt himself reach the edge, her hand mercilessly stroking his erection, her incredible body pressing against his. But then he looked past Eleanor and saw Professor Woods standing a short distance away. Her elegant face wore a playfully cruel smirk.

“Sorry Daniel,” she mouthed.

He looked at Eleanor, his eyes wide. Her face was twisted in an adorable expression of mock pity.

“Poor Daniel,” she cooed.

Then he felt the telltale wave of tingles wash over him, and his head was wiped clean except for the feeling of Eleanor’s hand. He closed his eyes…

...and felt himself fall against the front of the elevator.

“No!” he moaned, his eyes flying open.

He pushed himself off of the elevator doors, and then grabbed his crotch with his hand, but it was too late. Frustration filled him as his cock started leaking cum into his underwear. He groaned, backing up and leaning against the side of the elevator as it lurched and then started moving upwards. Panting, he watched the numbers in the display above the elevator doors change as his erection steadily pumped his ruined orgasm into his pants.

His cock had started deflating by the time the elevator slowed down. Looking towards his feet, he saw that his shoulder bag had returned with him. He picked it up and held it in front of his crotch as the doors slid open with a ding. Trying his best to look normal, he walked into his office.

“Good morning, Daniel,” Grace, the receptionist who sat at a desk near the elevator, said wearily. She didn’t look up from her computer screen.

“Hey, good morning, Grace,” Daniel replied. He looked around, thinking fast, and then quickly headed towards the restroom, hoping to clean himself up somewhat.

Grace entered something into her computer, and then reached out for her mug of coffee. Suddenly, she froze, her eyes wide. Every day since she’d first started, she’d said good morning to Daniel, as a joke, because he had never responded to her. Until now.

She turned and watched the back of Daniel’s head as he strode towards the bathroom, wondering what had changed.