A breeze in the night blew through his hair, the stars tinkled above him, and his pants came through gritted teeth. Luca was grabbing the railing of the ptform as if his life depended on it, no fear in his mind, no thought other than the number 216. When he saw it, he would enter as soon as he could and find a private space, he needed to. He was going to.
The ptform touched the ground, and Luca bolted towards the southern wall entrance. The inside of the inner walls were illuminated by mps that stood on top of metal sticks, illuminating the area, though he realized it before; after all they always were on, on the count that the fortress prevented sunlight from reaching the area. He didn’t care however, he saw the door to the university dorms and ran through it, seeing a hallway with multiple doors to the right and stairs to the left; the area was made of wood, and people were walking around. Luca saw the numbers in the doors, all starting with zero, too short. He ran upstairs to the next floor; all started with 1, closer. While running to the stairs to go up, he bumped someone, but he kept running.
“Hey! Careful, you dick!”
He barely heard them; he was running upstairs. Arriving, he saw the doors started with 2, here it was. Luca was starting to falter, he felt his free hand itching to pull his pants down then and there, restraint was faltering. Running through the hallway he saw it, Room 216, he tackled the door and took in his surroundings: two beds parallel to each other to the sides, a long table at the end of the room with two chairs, and at the feet of each bed were two wardrobes, maybe in there. Behind the bed on the left was an empty shelf, and behind the bed on the right was a door with the words ‘Washroom’ on a pque, there.
Luca threw his luggage on the bed to the right, the one on the left looked more untidy, so the supposed roommate probably slept there already; it didn’t matter, Luca knocked on the door, and after a few seconds of no noise, he entered, closing it behind him with a lock. The washroom was way more intricate than his outhouse—a sort of sink to the right of it with a mirror above it and a toilet to the left of it. Luca saw himself in the mirror, his eyes were wide open, his face flushed and his jaw clenched. He looked around, to the front of the door was another door, a sliding one, opening it revealed a closet-like space with a rectangle mound of wood to the right with mechanisms and a metal hose coming from it. He knew what this was—a raining closet—something people used to wash themselves inside the house instead of going to the river. He read about it on the instructions booklet, a very informative booklet, although Alyska called it ‘obvious stuff’ so perhaps it wasn’t that useful for everybody. Alyska…
He remembered the train, her bust bouncing as she moved, her scent, the feeling of her hand on his… The raining closet was perfect. He took off his shirt and his pants, throwing them over to the weird sink, entering the closet, and sliding the door shut again. He took off his underwear, which had a stain of precum on it, he had been under the effect for too long, and his erect dick was hurting. He let the underwear hit the floor and then kicked it, leaning back against the wall, he closed his eyes and grabbed his penis by the base, then slowly moved it up, gripping it ever so slightly, his legs shivering and a shaky sigh of relief escaping from deep within his throat. The dust must have made it more sensitive, because he felt like he had never felt it. He took a deep breath through his nose and let his mind wander: the director’s body and her breast, his new friend’s clothing and the things it allowed him to see, the dragoness’s toned body (... sure, this wasn’t the time to worry about the uniqness of her). Images ran through his mind as he stroked his member. Slowly but surely getting faster, he imagined the woman he saw when he was younger bathing in the river, kissing the other naked women around her, rubbing their hands around each other’s bodies, and groping themselves, moans filling the air and pleasure overwhelming them. The dracon dy leaning over and exposing her bottom, round and fit, he imagined touching it and the feeling of it on his hand, rubbing his length on it, and the feeling that would bring. The director’s mean lips wrapped around his length, bobbing her head up and down and running her tongue through it, her dark lipstick he imagined her with staining his cock.
All these images ran through his mind as his breathing ragged and his free hand clutched the wall best it could, it had been a short time, but he was already close; no wonder, through all the time he had been suffering the effects. At that point he remembered the smell of the dust and the warmth it gave him. the pleasure; he had heard of succubus before, but he never imagined they had that kind of power, clearly they must be very effective. An image appeared in his mind, he imagined a succubus, of short hair and voluptuous body with twisted horns and bat-like wings, a deformation of the woman he saw in the river, on her knees and stroking him with her agile hand, she was striking and the image of her was as clear as it could get, her hand slid up and down Luca’s length, coating him with his pre-release as she stroked him, her breasts were only covered by skimpy underwear and the size of her bottom meant that it could be seen behind her as she kneeled before him, her hand picked up the pace, the warmth spreading, she smiled and winked. She was delicate and daring, eager to drive him over the edge, he for one, had been thrusting his hips forward as the feeling intensified. Luca forgot about everything in the world except for that woman and the pleasure she gave him. Feeling his release close, the woman giggled and opened her mouth over his manhood, letting her tongue hang and licking the tip, making him come undone.
His release made his head shoot back, hitting the wooden wall, his mouth flew open as a gasp escaped from it, thick ropes shot out of his member as he continued stroking, slower with each passing second of pleasure, milking it. The feeling was ecstasy and his sight went white. When he got his voice back, a shaky moan was all that came out of him; his vision went white and his legs felt weak. Luca let his head hang, basking in the afterglow as he caught his breath and felt his member start to soften. He swallowed and took a deep breath, feeling like a huge weight disappeared from his shoulders as he let go of his member, his hand now as sticky. He smiled, gd to have been freed from such a feeling, he was also gd he could keep his mind where he wanted it, away from his family and away from his new friend; it didn’t seem too appropriate... even thought he really wanted to think about them.
Looking forward revealed quite the dispy, the raining closet’s ‘station’ to put it some way, was painted in white/transparent release. Luca didn’t realize how pent-up he was, in fact, he wasn’t, he made sure to take care of his needs the day before, but apparently succubus dust is very good at it’s job. The lines of his release coated the station, he grimaced and put his clean hand on the back of his head, it hurt. Crity struck him like lightning, he wasn’t home, he was in a dorm, where a roommate also stayed, he worried for a second but, somehow he was calm, he’d figure it out. He couldn’t bring himself to worry about it, instead focusing on how to clean the mess discreetly, he thought that the easier option was to clean it with the own function of the closet, though he didn’t know how it worked, so he’d have to figure it out.
He walked over to it and almost stumbled; his legs were shaking and he was shivering, a chuckle escaped his lips, by the mother he needed that. He took a few seconds for his body to recuperate and breathed, focusing on the station.
“How was it again…” He muttered to himself, the booklet mentioned it was easy for magic users to operate the raining closet, but non-magic adept people would have to make do with the manual mechanism, he saw a stone with runes, the hose and a handle. “Probably you, huh?” Grabbing the handle, he realized he could pull from it, so he did. Taking much effort he continued, pulling the best he could, after reaching the max he let the handle go back and did it again. Suddenly, after a few tries the hose started expelling water, leaving Luca astonished, but he was too lightheaded to care at that moment, it worked and that was enough.
He grabbed the hose and pointed at the mess, the water was room temperature, so his body accustomed to the spshing quickly, looking down at the floor there was a drain through which the water and his seed slid down. Luca sighed after finding a good solution and continued cleaning the station and himself. It felt incredible, be it dust or time without proper release, whatever it was to bme Luca damned it, he didn’t think masturbation could feel as good again, the thought made him chuckle; he would now have to think of other ways to find relief.
The thought stayed for longer, other ways… so he would need some help, perhaps one of the girls he saw while running through the hallway or one he had contempted before. Luca had this thought every so often: this urge to hold someone, to feel them, to wonder how their kisses would be, how their mouth around his length felt, how it would be like to enter them or taste them, to feel skin on skin, what the sound of meat spping against meat would be like, and how releasing into someone felt. Usually however, he wondered about this before the release, not after, looking around he determined he was clean enough and so was the station. Pulling from the lever once more proved to be a good method to end the water flow, and so rubbing the back of his head, he exhaled, not the time to wonder about that stuff.
Though it never was the time, was it? Luca had heard the other boys in town talking about how they were at an age, (no matter the age they had they always said it) when it was natural to feel that way, to see women in such a manner, but he never allowed himself to let that cloud his vision, why? Because it would get in the way of his duties? Well now his duties were others, he had a schedule of course, but surely there’d be free time there for personal business, for personal pleasure. He grabbed a towel that found itself to the left of the door on the wall and dried himself off. He remembered the ‘no sex’ rule the director talked about; what problem was there? Could he not enjoy himself? Could he and another adult not feel what he just felt only better? Did they not deserve that pleasure? Luca stood in front of the mirror, a certain calmness around him, for the first time in his life, it wasn’t his mother who set the rules, and those rules didn’t hurt anyone if he broke a couple of them. He dried himself off, still imagining how it would feel to entangle with somebody, not shying away from the thought, and when he got to his crotch in the drying-off process, he noticed he was hard once again.
