Lover’s Comfort

I peered down the sparsely populated counter with a defeated sigh, downing my coke as if it were some cheap liquor. Here I sat, the usual driver of our little group, as my friends tried their best to secure themselves a date.
Being a wingman wasn’t the worst fate, but man was it boring.
“Another one, Paul?”
The cheery satyros bartender smiled at me, brushing her auburn hair behind her sizable horns.
I just hummed in agreement and a new glass slid along the countertop.
“Thanks, Iris.”, I said, lifting the cool glass to my lips.
My eyes wandered through the room, spotting Eric and Sean through the dim lighting of the bar.
Sean was chatting with an amazon sitting on a large, comfortable couch in the corner, dwarfed by her imposing presence.
Eric, on the other hand, found himself in the clutches of an alraune, engaged in a sensual dance on stage.
“Soooo~ How is my favourite customer faring tonight?”
The mischievous glint in Iris’ eyes made me chuckle.
“Boring as hell. I’ll be sitting here until these morons pass out, and then I’ll drive them home… The usual Friday night.”, I replied, pointing over my shoulder.
We were quickly approaching closing time, and I just wanted to go to bed already.
“You really are a good friend, Paul. Not everyone would sacrifice their time to play taxi~”
I waved her off.
“It’s nothing, really. Got nothing better to do. At least I can enjoy the music and the company.”, I said with an embarrassed chuckle.
“Ohh?~”, she cooed, her arms squeezing her bountiful cleavage together, “I didn’t think you would enjoy my ‘company’ that much~”
I felt the heat rushing up into my face.
“I… I-I mean-”
“I’m just fucking with you, Paul. Relax~”, she giggled, “Besides… Being ogled by a cutie like you is far from the worst fate, you know?~”
I almost choked on my coke, trying to process what she had just said.
“Uhhh…. Seems like you won’t have to bring them home tonight~”, she suddenly whispered with a toothy grin, pointing straight past me.
The blossom on stage had closed up, trapping Eric within. I saw the amazon slowly stagger towards the exit, Sean swung over her shoulder.
He managed to give me a cheeky grin and a wink, before vanishing through the heavy wooden door.
“Lucky fuckers…”, I mumbled under my breath, annoyed at having wasted my time after all.
“Seems like it’s about time. Good night, Iris.”, I said with an exhausted sigh.
“Now, wait a minute!”
My head snapped back to her, magenta eyes locked onto mine.
“That would be a waste, wouldn’t it? How about I make you a nice drink before you leave? I got some new merchandise from home, and I’m dying to try this new cocktail…”
I raised an eyebrow at her, but I wasn’t against the idea.
“Sure. One won’t hurt. What is it that you want me to be the guinea pig for?”
She chuckled, giving me a mischievous wink.
“I can always drive you home~ It’s a fruit cocktail I dubbed ‘Lover’s Comfort’. Sounds enticing, no? Just wait a moment~”, she swooned, swinging around on the spot, “I’m going to get the ingredients from the back.”

With that, she left for the kitchen, only the clacking of her hooves keeping me company. The bar had long since fallen silent, the piano on stage already covered by a black cloth.
The wooden beams criss-crossing all throughout the establishment gave it the appearance of an old wine cellar, if not for the thick vines and roots snaking along its walls.
Olivia, the alraune that had set her sights on Eric, had built this place together with Iris, the cozy atmosphere luring us into their den over and over again.
The tall shelf behind the counter was filled to the brim with liquors I’ve never heard of, boasting dozens of unusual designs and colors.
“Sorry to keep you waiting~”
Iris’ sweet voice tore me out of my thoughts as she took her usual place behind the counter.
She placed an assortment of ingredients onto the polished surface.
“Mhhh… What kind of- Oh! I know~”, she exclaimed, swinging around to sift through the beverages behind her.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off her gorgeous behind, swaying alluringly as she pulled out a large bottle adorned with foreign symbols all across its label.
Seeing how delicately she handled it, I could only imagine that it was way over what I could ever afford.
“Oni-made rum is really rare, you know? You should thank Rin and Tilo for this one~”
I shuddered thinking about the two towering oni that worked as security in the “Bewitching Grove”. They were sweet girls if you got to know them, but most only managed to get to know their heavy boots instead.
“S-Sounds nice.”, I stuttered, “Isn’t that a l-little expensive, though?”
She snickered, unscrewing the top of the heavy bottle.
“Nonsense, silly. It’s on the house! It’s a new blend, and I really want to try it out~ Now relax and watch~”, she giggled, her bushy tail swishing from side to side in excitement.
Reaching under the counter, she produced her trademark shaker. A beautiful thing covered in dark wood and engraved with fine vines and flowers.
Next was a thick glass, the surface split off into a myriad of diamond shapes that seemed to never end. Thin, light blue lines snaked their ways from the bottom all the way to the top.
The chandelier hanging overhead let the glass throw surreal shadows across the hardwood, almost impossible to follow.
“Nice, isn’t it? It was a gift from a patron a couple of years back. I thought this would be a good time to use it~”, she whispered, lifting an assortment of crushed ice shards over the glass.
One after another, she dropped them inside, the shadows dancing in an unnatural display. My breath hitched in my throat as I began seeing lascivious shapes within them.
I felt my body heat up even further, unable to comprehend the hypnotizing sight in front of me.
Iris poured the rum into her shaker, gazing into my eyes all the while.
“Now, Paul. Are you familiar with demon fruit?”, she asked inquisitively, cocking her head to the side.
“Somewhat…”, I replied, “You mean stuff like prisoner fruit, right? I never tried one myself. They seemed a little too… drug-gy for my tastes.”
She grinned from ear to ear, leaning over to me.
“Those are not the only ones, you know?~ I recently got a delivery from home, and I think this would be a wonderful way to test how they work in a cocktail, don’t you think?”
Her sultry tone made not only my heart throb, awkwardly shifting in my seat.
“O-Okay? So what is i-it? Some sort of-”, I began, stopping as I saw what she held in her hands.
She licked her lips with a wink, lifting up what looked like a pitch black banana. Iris slowly peeled back the outer layer, wine red skin hiding just beneath the surface… wait… did it just twitch a little?
“This~”, she whispered, peering at me from behind it, “Is a licking fruit, Paul~ To get the tasty bit…”
She grasped it firmly in both hands, sliding along the smooth skin.
“You have stimulate it~”
“Uhmmm… Iris? Do you really have to-”
She just snickered, pumping her hand seductively along the reddish-black fruit.
Ever so slowly, she inched towards the tip, giving it a gentle kiss. It shook and shuddered, expanding slowly in her hand.

It was impossible to hide my arousal now, my shaft painfully straining against my pants. I was at a loss for words, staring in disbelief as she gingerly began to swirl her tongue around the tip.
As hard as it was, I kept myself from drooling at the sight. Thinking about the flickering shadows I had witnessed, I could only imagine what she had in store for me.
Slowly dragging from the tip down to the base, she hummed in content before softly giggling.
Embarrassment coursed through my body, realizing that my mouth was hanging open.
“Enjoy my little show?”, she cooed with a wink.
Swallowing heavily, I could only nod as her tongue coiled around the reddened shaft in front of her. The fruit pulsed and twitched with every lick, my mind wandering to the most depraved places.
After agonizing moments of teasing, she returned to a gentle kiss on the tip before engulfing it. Her lips stretched across the slick surface as a few inches of her treat vanished inside her mouth.
Soon, she sucked on it like a lollipop, not taking her eyes off of me for even a second.
“I-Iris… Y-You don’t need to-”
She hushed me with a finger, slightly picking up the pace before her hand vanished beneath the counter.
A little box of cocoa powder in her grasp, she wet the rim of the glass with a glistening finger and the brown dust settled onto it shortly after.
Blindly creeping over the counter, her hand found a pair of cherries she had prepared. She tenderly massaged them in her delicate fingers, rolling and squeezing the tiny fruits with suggestive vigor.
Her movements overloaded my senses, my basic instincts screaming at me to take an even closer look. Her deep cleavage left very little to the imagination.

A look at her face revealed that she was just as flushed as I was, sensually working the fruit. Hearts began forming in her eyes as she lowered the target of her affections until it was nestled between her tantalizing breasts.
She didn’t stop sucking however, using her newly freed hands to prepare the rest of her ‘Cocktail’. With a sharp knife, she began to divide two vanilla pods, scraping out the tasty spice within it.
Sliding her pinky finger across the blade, Iris dropped the black seasoning into the shaker, slurping on her toy ever so slightly.
Closing the lid, she began shaking it with graceful dancing motions. She swung around, dancing to her heart’s desire. Never once did her piercing gaze leave my eyes, burning itself into my soul.
She was so feisty, so beautiful. I could’ve watched her for hours, but I knew that her show was about to reach its end.
Her eyes glowing in the dim light of the bar, she poured the mixture into the beautiful glass. A soothing vanilla aroma wafted from it, tightly hugged by the overwhelming strength of the rum it was dissolved in.
Iris lowered the cherries into the glass, perilously floating on the crushed ice. The only thing left must be…
Wandering from the glass up her arm towards her face, my gaze fell on the star of the show, Iris. She freed the demonic fruit from its confines, peering down at me along the smooth surface.
Our eyes locked like this, I didn’t even notice that she pulled up and uncorked a small, flower shaped bottle.
My eyes widened as she slowly poured the thick, yellow-gold liquid onto the trembling snack in her mouth. It flowed down towards her mouth in slow rivulets, touching her lips and trickling down into her mouth.
Breathing deeply through her nose, Iris closed her eyes. Inch upon inch of the lucky fruit disappeared into her, dragging the sticky honey with it.
I felt like I was about to explode, watching her shove it down her throat. My body quivered and shook, unable to comprehend the stimulation I was feeling.
Gagging on the towering fruit, her eyes were slammed shut, a warm smile visible at the edges of her mouth. She moaned with every thrust, forcing it down her eager throat.
Just as I felt like I couldn’t hold it anymore, the fruit gave up. Iris eyes shot open as she pulled the fruit back far enough for the creamy pulp within to fill her mouth.
The licking fruit soon hung limp in her hands, completely drained from whatever was hiding within it. Iris’ eyes shone like amethysts in the night, her face tinged a deep red.
I had never seen her so… vulnerable before. She leaned against the counter, taking deep breaths through her nose as her mouth was still filled with the juicy treat.
That feisty, self assured grin she always held was nowhere to be seen, replaced by the face of a love drunk woman…
The satyros lifted the glass into her hand, pressing the tip of her tongue through her lips and gathering up the cocoa powder all around the rim.
A faint hint of her cheekiness returned with a smile, as she threw her head back and drank the cocktail herself.
Wait… wasn’t this supposed to be for-
Derailing my train of thought, she sauntered around the counter, embracing me in a tight hug.
My eyes widened in shock, desperately trying to understand what was going on. She wrapped herself around me. She was so warm, so soft, so… wet? I felt her crotch pressing into my knee as she dove in for a kiss… a lover’s embrace…

She prodded my lips with her tongue, demanding me to open up. Surrendering to her, I was assaulted by an incredibly sweet, fruity, and warm taste as she pushed the cocktail into my mouth.
To think that she thought of me like this made me swell with surprise, pride and joy. I knew her for a long time, yet I’ve never thought she’d be interested in me.
Reinvigorated by her show of affection, I shared the rest of our “Lover’s Comfort” with her.
“P-Paul… Finally! I… I want you!”, she mewled, diving in for another kiss.
“Are you sure about this, Iris? I mean… I’m just-”
“A wonderful, caring, and sweet man? Yes. I like you, Paul. And finally I found the courage to tell you!”
Her hand found its way to the straining bulge in my pants, and she gave me a tight squeeze.
“I-I like you too.”, I stuttered, wrapping my arms around her in return, “S-So… what do we do now?”
She gave me a tender kiss on my neck, nibbling at the exposed flesh.
“There is another cocktail that I always wanted to try for myself, but you need a couple to make it… W-Would you?”
I smile, kissing her on her forehead.
“Of course, I would…”
“Perfect!”, she chimed, straightening herself on top of me, “Now… where did I put the grapefruits?”

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