Page 16 of There's No Place Like Oz

He made it down to his calves and his feet, finishing the last of his legs, yet he was very pointedly avoiding one very specific area.

“Don’t suffer on my account.” I said, taking a step back to lean against the tree and watch. “Just pretend you don’t have an audience.”

The tin man flushed. He swallowed through his freed neck. I lifted an eyebrow as he still hesitated to touch himself in the only place that was still hard as steel. He must have now beenquiteuncomfortable.

“Do you want me to do it for you?” I certainly wouldn’t have minded. Man or woman, I was never terribly picky. A nice cock was fun for everyone, and fucking moans through someone was always pleasurable. I was never one to turn down a hot, tight playground.

He shook his head, so I leaned back and held that very uncomfortable eye contact just to watch him fidget. With a flash of deviance, he nudged his pants just enough to let me see what we were playing with today. He wrapped his fingers around a thick, long, erect cock lined in metal barbells, one step of metal piercing through every inch.Interesting.

The flesh of his palm caught on every rung of the ladder as he relieved himself with a shaky stroke. I couldn’t see much of his expression behind that metal muzzle, but I knew it was a satisfied one.

“Go on. Keep working it in. You want more than just your surface level nerves free.” I added with a smirk. He narrowed his gaze, looking rather fierce as he complied. Spiteful yet willing. I think I wouldn’t mind this one’s company on a longer term basis.

I held eye contact, more interested in watching the micro-shifts in his expression than the physical act itself. There was something satisfying about watching peoplefeel. Whether themselves or deep pain, it was something I’d long lost, and I held nothing but envy for those who could experience large and overwhelming sensations.

His expression remained steady, as though he was trying to keep it together while he lost himself. I’m sure he’d worked the lotion in enough by now, but he’d walked himself right to the edge in the process and couldn’t stop when he was so very, very close.

He turned his head and he closed his eyes, and I frowned as the window to his mind closed so suddenly. He expressed himself so vividly through those silver irises, and I wanted more. “Now, now.” I said with a shake of my head, before I pushed off the tree again. I paced over to my new friend, and I lifted his chin back to face mine again. “It’s cruel not to share.” I whispered against his muzzle. His eyes opened slowly, though under the weight of those pretty dark lashes, he only let me in half way. Not enough.

I wrapped my fingers around his knuckles, and I squeezed his grip until it was tight around his cock, driving those barbells into his palm. That got him to open his eyes all the way. I drew small circles on his wrist with my thumb until he eased up his rigid tension, then I decided to help. Still gripping his hand, I began to guide the motion in slow and steady strokes. “Eyes on me.” I picked up the pace. “Let me take you to the other side.”

He grabbed onto my shoulder, gripping me with bruising strength, but he still met my intensity with that sparkling silver. That was confirmation enough for me. I pushed him further and further. Though I don’t think he could speak, his muffled moans were telling enough on their own. The slickness of his dribbling pre-cum lubricated the ride, and his hand slid easily up and down his shaft. My iron grip assured he didn’t get lazy, while I braced his hip with my other hand to assure he could pump hard and strong until he gave in completely.

A tensing of his brow and a squint of his eyes marked his release. His cock tensed in my grip, and a thick heat coated both of our palms. I held him there, not letting him collapse despite the shake in his legs. He’d probably not used those muscles in a while. I could relate to that feeling.

So I held him there for several moments as he gathered his wits about him. He nuzzled into my shoulder until he could right himself, then he reluctantly removed his hand from his softened, partially metal cock. I released my hold on him and dragged my hand upward, smearing his come across his stomach to clean my palm.

“They say it’s good for your skin, and yours seems rather dry.” I rubbed it in, then I licked the remaining residue from my skin. He didn’t protest, but the blush that was nearly visible even with his metal mask was telling. “Crowe.” I stated simply. “I’m on my way to see the Wizard in the Emerald City in hopes of undoing the curses bestowed upon me by the Wicked Witch of the East. Would you like to come?”

He nodded.The words were spoken directly into my mind, and I was taken aback when I realized what he’d done.

I pursed my lips. “And here I just thought you enjoyed a bit of voyeurism, but I see you were rather calculating with this seduction.”

I’m not sure that I liked this communication string. Words like that should never be in my head, even if spoken by someone else. “I see.” My eyes narrowed in irritation, but it wasn’t worth a fight. “Well, my offer still stands. I assume you’d like your ability to speak back without having to come on someone first,”though there are worse things.“Will you join me on my journey, Talos?”

He simply nodded. And I took a step back.

“Excellent, then come join me in standing guard. It’ll be nice to pass the nights with someone else who doesn’t need food and sleep.”

Talos stared at me quizzically, but I had the whole night to fill him in on the situation with Dorothy and Tobias. While I disliked his invasion of my mind space, I supposed it was worth the inconvenience to have a companion to help me pass the boredom of traveling with humans.

I’m sure the sweet girl would be fine with it. She seemed rather open to help and friendship in a way that was admittedly rather dangerous. But I liked watching her get herself into danger anyway. She was hotter when she was scared, and first impressions left me thinking she was certainly trusting enough to walk into these sorts of traps.

Excellent. A most successful and not boring night this would be.

Chapter 12

I awoke in the warm snuggle of Toto’s arms, cocooned in the comfort of his body warmth. Despite the strangeness of my life at present, these last few nights were oddly the best sleep I’d ever gotten. I should have been nervous and scared and constantly jumping at every little sound, knowing I had no real protection in this thin palm tent, yet I felt safer than I had when I lived alone in that Hollywood apartment with the best security system I could afford.

Maybe I just needed to get away from that environment, or maybe it was because my sweet dog was now tough, handsome, and protective. I’d always considered myself a feminist, but I’d have to admit that there was something deep down in my soul that liked the feeling of having a big, strong man who wanted to keep me safe and cared for instead of bringing me harm. Trying to stand as an equal in a male run industry didn’t give me a lot of warm fuzzy feelings in regards to men, and it certainly didn’t make me see that half of the species as protectors. But Tobias wasn’t like them. He had the body of a model with the heart of a dog, making him an unconditional friend and companion who I knew I could trust, even in this new form.

I snuggled into the intimacy of my big spoon, and he stirred just slightly. I rolled over on his arm to meet his slowly opening eyes. “Good morning.” I said with a soft smile.

He returned the expression. “Did you sleep well, Dorothy?”

I nodded, and he took that as his cue to sit up and give me space. I missed the warmth as soon as it was gone, but it was probably about time we got back on the road anyway.

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