Page 53 of Nine Inch Nasty
“Now show her your dick!” Rush yells from the lineup.
I drop my head back to the pillow and rub my face. “I am so fucking sorry. These guys, they’re, well—"
“They’re wonderful,” Skylar finishes for me.
I look up at him. “Okay, now Iknowyou’re meant for me. Otherwise, there’s no way in hell that’s what your true attitude toward them would be.”
Without any further prompting, he grabs my hands and places them on his body, encouraging me to touch him.
So, I do; I explore the expanse of his chest, which even in his human form has a sheer, holographic sparkle to it. I find I’m also oddly thankful for his human hands that the Saladriel version of him never quite figured out.
His skin is warm and soft, with a fine layer of downy covering it. But it’s not really his chest that he wants me touching. When he sits down and encourages me to kneel in front of him so I can explore him better, right between his spread legs, he’s offering himself to me like a gift.
I look to his face and study it, reading all the thick emotions swirling beneath his beautiful lavender eyes, reading all the trust he’s putting in me by offering himself up like this.
When he pulls his legs apart with his arms, holding himself open, I keep exploring. He’s breathing shallow, nervously, so I start placing kisses on his warm skin to reassure him.
The lower I go, the more excited he gets.
The skin between his legs tastes sugary, very much like cotton candy. Unicorn indeed.
I don’t stop; once I start licking that flat panel of skin, I can’t do anything but do it some more. It’s addicting, like there’s some hindbrain instinct telling me to keep going, encouraging me to not stop until I’ve found all his secrets.
As his skin gets more and more saturated from my mouth, it begins to change texture.
That’s kind of when it gets very weird.
His head tilts back and he begins to ungulate a strange song, splitting his vocal cords so he can sing it multi-tonally.Impressive as hell, but he’s locked into it, not fully aware any longer.
The call does something to me, makes me wetter in return, and begins to make my own sex throb with need.
I’m heated and ravenous, and as he keeps singing in that angelic way, the skin begins to transform before my eyes. It ripples, and I wish I was lying when I said glitter erupts into my face, and I’m reminded of the psychedelic confetti from Shelly’s realm, because she must have gotten the idea from somewhere. She apparently dated Skylar for a bit, and he said she never got to this point with him, but she must have known about their physiology.
The confetti has a bit of a zing to it as it hits my tongue, like sour candy, and then I can’t stop myself from licking him harder, nuzzling into his skin as it parts and rearranges itself, revealing a dick that looks very much like a unicorn horn, but about a hundred times more magnificent.
It’s got the swirls through it and it’s even pastel rainbow colored, but it’s fat as hell and slick, and fucking delicious.
I gobble that shit up.
His song cuts off mid-arpeggio, and his voice is strangled as he spasms underneath my assault.
He doesn’t let me go very long before he’s peeling me off him, forcing me off really, because I feel like a rabid dog and his dick is the bone I need, and he’s staring at himself in awe. His eyes travel between his new anatomy and my face a few times before he grabs me and forces me on top of him, pushing up into me until his hips figure out where they need to be.
I’m about to ride a unicorn. How jealous are you?
I straddle Skylar and sink all the way down on him, each ridge popping inside of me with bliss, and I almost don’t even want to move once he’s fully inside of me, because the stretch is so damn good as my body adjusts to him.
But my body is begging me to get off, and they’ve been edging me for a while now, so Ineedit. Needhim.
I feel a drive to make eye contact with my other mates as I lift myself up and drop down again, moving my hips in a smooth motion that I know will wreck both of us, angling myself in different increments until I get the right spot. Then I really get to work.
Skylar’s face looks like he’s being tortured as I take him, my hands planted on his chest, and the heat underneath them is almost alarming, but I can’t really focus on anything other than the way he fills me up.
When I finally get my stride, he’s almost there too, his back bowing as I move faster and faster, and he screams and releases inside of me seconds before my body locks onto him, grabbing him deep into my body to wring out every damn drop of cum from him I can get, using his new sensitive appendage in the best of ways.
I collapse next to him to ride out the aftershocks, his body still twitching into me.
Then his pupils widen, and he grabs me and kisses the shit out of me, palming my ass as the bond between us fully strengthens, allowing us a deeper connection than I might have with anyone else, because we’re both conduits. The goddess blesses these unions abundantly when they’re created, because both of us are her special projects.
