From Real to Realm

A blank stare.

That’s all Lynesia got in response to her quite serious offer.

She didn’t blame Val for suddenly freezing up. It was a miracle she was able to make the offer without stuttering. It was the kind of offer she never expected to give, least of all to her best friend.

Was it curiosity that drove her to do so? Desire? Need? It didn’t help to focus on why she offered.

The longer she mulled it over, the more likely she’d rescind it altogether.

What felt like forever only seemed to drag on as Val refused to reply.

“Is that a no?” she asked, disappointment coloring her tone.

That second question snapped Val out of it.

Her entire brain had short circuited when Lynesia offered to get her off.

At first she was expecting a giggle or something afterward, anything to show she was joking.

However, as Val took in her appearance it became clear just how serious she was.

The blush, the way she was leaning forward, the subtle shifting of her feet, the way she was squeezing the hem of her shirt. Each little movement screamed nervous fidgeting.

If it was a lighthearted joke like Val offered, then why would she be fidgeting?

“No, I just—I mean, I don’t know. It’s just… unexpected,” Val said, closing her eyes and breathing.

It took a lot for Lynesia to make that offer. Calm down. I need to stay composed.

“Are you sure you want to do that?”

“If it’ll help you,” Lynesia said, looking away, biting her lip. “Y—Your body’s still weak, so I can do it.”

Val wasn’t sure what to say.

The idea of her very attractive best friend doing this was appealing, but Val wouldn’t take advantage of her.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to do that for me—it’ll go away on its own, like it has before.”

Lynesia showed more confidence. “Yes, I’m sure. I want to help you, so I’m willing to do it.”

Despite the uncertainty in her eyes, she didn’t back down.

Val could also tell how determined she was to see this through.

It was obvious she had been thinking about this recently. That was given away by the shifting of her thighs and the way she had been biting her lip.

Whether it stemmed from curiosity, desire, or need, Val couldn’t quite figure out.

She sighed, giving in.

“Do you want me to move to the edge of the bed? Or would you rather I scoot to the head of the bed?”

The sudden question broke Lynesia out of her brief trance. One she hadn’t realized she had fallen into.

Internally she was clinging to the sheer veil that this was only an offer to help. That it was only right to do so since Val was so weak.

“Oh, uh, maybe the edge of the bed? We don’t want to risk ruining the sheets or anything I suppose.”

With the decision made Val threw the covers off her body. Then she slowly made her way to the edge of the bed, lowering her feet to the floor.

When the covers were removed Lynesia was able to see the bulge more prominently compared to before. It visibly strained against the fabric, pulling it taut, as it throbbed.

Val wore something akin to a crop top to bed. It hugged her upper body tightly while still showing plenty of skin for Lynesia to drink in. Since coming to this world Val had opted away from panties though, deciding on silky boy shorts of a sort instead.

Val couldn’t help but see Lynesia in a new light now.

Even fully clothed, there was a hint of sensuality to her.

Did her clothes always highlight her curves so well?

Now that this was really about to happen, Lynesia froze once more.

Val waited patiently.

“Lynesia? You don’t have to—“

Lynesia snapped to life.

“I—I’m okay… I want to help.” She took a calming breath. “I—I guess I’ll begin?”

Lynesia looked between Val’s legs, weight shifting from each foot.

She closed her eyes and huffed.

Without a word she dropped to her knees in front of Val’s spread legs.

As she knelt, her shirt shifted, hugging the gentle curves within as they bounced when she came to rest.

Val could see into her cleavage from her new angle above. The blush on Lynesia’s face seemed to only get more pronounced as she likely realized how this looked.

Val didn’t speak, didn’t move—hell she was barely breathing.

Her gorgeous best friend was now on her knees, about to satisfy a deep, aching need. How she was going to do so, Val had no clue.

But she wasn’t about to ask.

Lynesia looked up into Val’s face.

The way her face was flushed, the lust-lidded eyes, the way her breathing had ramped up.

Lynesia swore she heard Val inhale sharply when she dropped to her knees a second ago.

Was this situation turning Val on more?

Why was she getting turned on more as well?

The sight of her best friend lusting after her did things to her she didn’t want to repeat aloud.

Why does she look so hot right now?

Gods, this is insane. My body feels so hot…

With a final deep breath she began reaching forward, toward Val’s waistband.

Her fingers flexed hesitantly when it got within a few inches of its target.

I’m really doing this aren’t I?

With a final burst of nerve, Lynesia hooked her fingers into the waistband—and pulled down.

She expected big.

But that didn’t even begin to describe what she was looking at.

Massive. That was the only word that came.

Val’s cock sprang free, slapping up against her lower abdomen with a meaty thud.

To Lynesia’s shock, the tip reached above Val’s navel.

It was thick, flushed, and visibly throbbing.

Lynesia had experience. This wasn’t her first time.

But something this size? Never.

How did she hide this the whole time!?

Her breath hitched as it visibly pulsed again—like it was begging to be touched.

It hung forward from sheer weight, bobbing in time with Val’s heartbeat.

She was thick at the base, more than enough that a single hand probably couldn’t fully close around her.

Veins coiled along the shaft, pulsing with tension—desperate for her touch.

Gods… Why is it so massive?!

In this moment, Val studied her best friend's reaction.

She was in shock.

Val could tell from the way her eyes widened and her jaw went slack. Even the little gasp she did at the reveal gave that away.

The room felt warmer now, almost suffocating.

Val stayed silent, waiting, her heart pounding in her chest.

She watched in silence as Lynesia took in the sight. As the initial shock faded, something else began to surface.

Lynesia’s lips parted just a little, and her breathing hitched, not from surprise this time. Her parted lips drew Val’s gaze—so soft and inviting.

How would they feel pressing against her own?

Or wrapped around her girth?

Lynesia’s gaze lingered on Val’s exposed cock before slowly rising to meet hers.

In that moment, Val could feel the shift in Lynesia’s gaze—the way it lingered, hinting at something deeper.

This was something they both wanted, no needed.

“How the hell did you keep this thing hidden?”

Lynesia didn’t expect Val to answer—and she didn’t.

Slowly, her right hand reached forward.

Val’s eyes were glued to the hand approaching her throbbing mass standing at attention.

Time stood still for both of them as Lynesia’s hand got closer.

When her hand finally reached its target she pulled back slightly when it reacted with a visceral throb of need. At the same time Val released a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

It took a few seconds before Lynesia was ready to reach forward again.

This time however, when it throbbed, she didn’t pull away.

Finally, for the first time for each of them, her right hand wrapped around Val's cock. The girth was just enough that her fingers couldn’t quite meet.

It felt impossibly warm, like holding something forged.

It wasn’t just arousal—it was weight, heat, and need, all packed into taut skin.

Why is it so hot?

“You’re burning up.” Lynesia whispered. “It’s so heavy...”

Val wanted to give a witty retort.

That was hard when every braincell was focused on the hand wrapped around her cock.

Apparently, all it took to command Val’s full attention was a pretty girl on her knees—hand wrapped around her cock.

Then her left hand joined her right, one above the other along Val’s length.

She licked her lips, not aware of the effect it had on Val.

Her eyes narrowed with concentration, determination flickering behind them.

Bliss, that was all Val could call it.

The feeling of two hands squeezing her length as they moved to the base was impossible to describe.

Unfortunately, or maybe more fortunately, she wasn’t able to really focus on that first move.

Without waiting, Lynesia’s hands began sliding back up toward the tip, squeezing the entire way up.

When she reached the crown, a sudden glob of precum welled up, making her pause. They both watched as it slowly rolled down, then fell—held aloft for a moment by a thick, syrupy strand.

When nothing else followed, she resumed stroking.

The strokes were slow, deliberate, almost worship like in their movements.

Val stayed hyper-focused on every stroke. Her eyes never left the sight of two soft hands moving along her aching length.

She almost whimpered when they both released her cock leaving it standing at attention.

“W—why is everything on you so big?” Lynesia asked, breathlessly.

Before Val could ask what she meant, Lynesia’s hands were cradling up her balls.

Val had never really paid attention to them before, but with Lynesia cradling them, she became acutely aware of their sensitivity.

Nothing compared to her cock being touched, though. But she could see how that might be fun.

“I didn’t know they could get this big… Or be this heavy,” she muttered.

Honestly, Val wasn’t sure what she could say?

Oh, I asked a goddess for a cock, she just gave me a matching set in size.

It was not only crazy to try and say something like that, but highly unlikely anyone would believe her.

The last thing she needed was someone to lock her up claiming she was insane.

A small groan escaped her lips as Lynesia gently squeezed each testicle in her hands. An action that surprised Val, along with being surprisingly enjoyable. The way the pressure was applied just barely, made her cock swell in response reminding Lynesia of the real goal here.

“Sorry… I just—wow. They hang so low. I—I got distracted.”

Still nervous, Lynesia reached back up, wrapping her hands around Val’s cock.

Val let out a low groan, followed by a breathy chuckle.

Lynesia leaned around the thick length in front of her, glaring at Val.

The look on Val’s face could be summed up with one word: need.

Lynesia knew exactly what kind of need it was. So, with a steadying breath, she got to work.

Her hands glided from base to tip and back again. It wasn’t her first time, but it was with one this intimidating. The girth was enough that neither hand could fully wrap around it on its own, and with one stacked above the other, each stroke became a full upper-body movement.

“I—I guess let me know when you’re…” Lynesia trailed off, hyper-focused on the stroking.

Val smirked. “About to cum?”

Lynesia’s movements froze for a second. “Y—yes…”

Lynesia wasn’t aware Val didn’t understand how her cock worked.

How was she supposed to know when it was coming?

Would it be sudden? Would she feel it build?

Was it instantaneous?

I wonder how it feels to cum with a cock?

Not like she could figure it out—every ounce of brain power was focused on the two hands stroking her length.

Lynesia had decided to pick up speed a little now that she was getting a feel for the size. The look on her face was almost as addicting as the feeling itself.

Her eyes were lidded, mouth slightly agape, shallow breaths matching each stroke. Val even caught her licking her lips more than once.

But her eyes? They stayed glued to where her hands gripped Val’s throbbing, overheated cock.

The time for jokes and questions was over in Val’s opinion.

It was time to focus on the deed itself.

So she focused on the feelings washing over her cock. The pressure of Lynesia’s grip. The way she would sometimes slow when Val throbbed. How she’d swipe precum with ease, using it as lube.

Val could tell—this wasn’t Lynesia’s first time giving a handjob.

When Lynesia would swipe some precum, she would focus on the tip for a moment. Sliding her hands around the ridge, hitting the right spots that were most sensitive for Val. Every time Lynesia did so, Val inadvertently would arch her back before releasing a moan of approval.

More than once she had to bite her lip, or occasionally a finger, to stifle her noises of appreciation.

Lynesia’s fingers were slick with precum now, allowing them to glide easier. The sound of each stroke was growing wetter, louder, more sinful. It clung to her palms and Val’s cock like syrup, warm and heavy.

Lynesia didn’t keep her movements uniform the entire time.

A tighter grip here. Faster strokes for a few moments there. Sometimes focusing on the tip itself when she needed more precum as lube.

Val was surprised when she brought a hand down to fondle her balls while stroking at the same time.

The nervousness had all but dwindled now that Lynesia was getting more into a rhythm.

At the same time, Val felt this tightness deep inside slowly coiling as Lynesia continued. It took a bit before it became noticeable at first, but once she focused on it, the sensation seemed to increase in intensity.

As the sensation continued to build Val noticed a few things, or tried to in her haze.

Her cock throbbed harder, leaking more precum. The sensitivity also was increasing slowly as Lynesia continued.

Was this a build-up to the finale?

Should she say something now?

Or was she still far enough off, that it wasn’t necessary to do so just yet?

At the same time Lynesia was fighting internal desires as she stroked Val.

The reveal of what Val had was enough to cause a burning fire to ignite.

However, finally touching everything, her cock, her balls, stroking it? All of that had only caused Lynesia to struggle with keeping it as chaste as possible.

What began as a barely disguised offer of help, had now devolved into a hot and heavy need. She couldn’t deny it anymore, not with how soaked she was just stroking and playing with Val’s entire package.

How would this feel inside me? Would it even fit?

She bit her lip.

I—I’d be willing to try.

Lynesia wasn’t oblivious to what was happening.

Her body was reacting even if she tried to keep up a mental barrier. The biggest cock she’d ever seen—and it was all hers to use. Those heavy full balls were full of cum, needing to be emptied and it was her job to do so.

Would it fit in my mouth?

She licked her lips.

Sh—should I try?

Without meaning to, or realizing she was doing it, she leaned forward.

The kiss was soft, tentative, like she was afraid the overheated skin would burn her.

What felt like a lightning bolt crashed through Val’s body.

Her toes curled into the carpet as her entire body stiffened.

That coil hidden deep inside her?

It snapped.

Val’s vision blurred as she bit down on her lip so hard it bled.

On the floor, Lynesia was watching a visceral orgasm tear through her best friend. It happened right as she kissed the underside of Val’s cock.

Because of how close her face was, she watched the first heavy rope of cum launch into the air—only to land on her face and head.

Before she could voice out any shock or anger at Val’s sudden release, a second rope landed on her.

It was thick—and there was a lot.

The sound of it splattering on her and the floor was so obscene. Within seconds her face was coated, plastering her eyes closed.

There’s so much!

Lynesia was forced to take the drenching Val was giving to her. It was too late to pull away now.

The entire orgasm only lasted roughly 30 seconds for Val.

Her body tensed in time with each rope that coated Lynesia.

She was forced to stare up at the ceiling as she tried to keep quiet. This feeling was the most intense she had ever felt, or remembered feeling.

As her orgasm ebbed her cock leaned forward, cum leaking in a steady thin stream.

The room was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and something almost… sweet. The air alone felt heavier.

When Val had recovered partially, she looked down to thank Lynesia.

However, doing so meant she saw the aftermath.

Sitting there on her knees was a very still Lynesia. Her entire head was coated in cum and her eyes were closed. Strands of the thick seed dripped from her nose, chin, and ears.

Even her clothes were drenched.

Excess cum had gathered within her cleavage and across her lap.

Val could make out the dark shape of Lynesia’s bra through the soaked see-through shirt she was wearing.

There was so much.

Is… is she pissed?

For her part, Lynesia just sat there silently.

It wasn’t intentional. There was just so much cum that she didn’t know what to do.

With the drenching she received, it did nothing to snuff out the ember of desire deep inside her. If anything, seeing, or actually feeling, how much Val came only spurned her desires on.

Why didn’t I move?! Or pull away?!

Idiot! I just sat here and took it!

On the outside Lynesia tried to control her breathing.

She opened her mouth to say something but stopped.

Without realizing it, her tongue slipped out to lick her lips.

She froze when she felt the thick cum touching her tongue.

W-what do I do?!

As panic rose within her, the taste soaked in.

Why does it taste so… Good?

She was soaked in more ways than one, but she couldn’t just sit here.

With a huff she tried opening her eyes.

“I said to warn me…”

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