Page 48 of Nine Inch Nasty
“We’re stopping her, right?”
Everyone looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. Maybe I have. “What? I don’t think any of you appreciate what we’re in for. If she’s on a self-induced sexual rampage, we all run a very real risk of losing semi-permanent use of our dicks. Have you ever seen a bodysmith in a sexual rampage? It’s terrifying.” A shudder rolls down my spine.
Ash seems unconcerned. “I mean, how bad could it be? We’re her mates. This is what we signed up for when we all chose not to fight the claim the goddess put on us. If she needs to have an ungodly amount of sex to feel better and take out all of her frustrations, who are we to complain?”
“I knew you were smart,” Cory says as they prance out of our shared closet in a sheer babydoll nightie. “I’m ready. I’m in the mood to give a good dicking.”
With no one else on my side, I have no choice but to de-robe.
It’s not the sex with her that scares me, on the contrary; that part is the fun part. It’s the violent levels of lust she’s about to bring in here that has me shaking in my non-existent boots.
“You don’t think she’s like, going into heat, or something, do you?” Wil asks nervously. “Lions do that, right?”
We all swing our attention back to Ash. “Why the hell are you all looking at me?”
“I think the barbs on your dick can explain that one, my man,” I tell him as I remove my boxers, feeling some kind of way about being completely naked in a room full of men without my mate present.
“Oh. Well, yeah, they do, but that’s not what this is. At least, I don’t think it is. I don’t even think that could happen to her since she’s a poly shifter. I’m pretty sure her fertility cycle is linked to her bodysmith genes because that’s the strongest traits she exhibits.”
“Nerdy sex talk. Sweet,” Cory says as they splay themselves wide on the couch. It’s in direct sight of the front door, so Delaney’s going to see that particular set of balls immediately upon entering. Should make her happy.
“Do you guys think we should pose, or…?” I look down at my scared and flaccid wiener, flicking him to wake him up.
“I don’t know. I thought the message was she wanted balls everywhere. Posing could be…good, I guess. I don’t know, just do whatever feels natural.” Easy for the gargoyle to say, he’s massive and looks incredible no matter what angle he’s in.
Do what feels natural? What a crock of shit.
“None of this feels natural!” Wil says as he reaches for his asthma inhaler and lets out a loud bleat.
“Can we all just chill? It’s not like some monster is about to tear into our home and deflower a bunch of innocent maidens. It’sDelaney. You know, the love of our lives? She just wants to suck a little dick and ride a few more because she’s having a rough day. You’re all blowing it way out of proportion.”
“Famous last words, Mr. Wilder,” I mumble under my breath.
I guess I should figure out my pose before she walks in.
Would standing on the counter, bent over, be too much?
Yes. Absolutely.
Which means she’ll love it. See? I’m learning to speak her language.
All of us, minus the few that are still with her, are utterly naked and all presenting ourselves in weird, lewd ways, waiting for Delaney to walk through that door and take her stress out on us.
In our hurry to collect ourselves and get ready for her though, apparently, we all neglected to lock the front door.
Spoiler alert, it’s not Delaney that waltzes through first.
Not even close.
The doorknob turning cautiously should have alerted us that it wasn’t anybody that actually lived here attempting entry, and I guess we were all silent enough in our un-admitted nerves that the room sounded empty, because in comes a tiptoeing gargoyle I’ve never seen before.
An older female one with saggy boobs and wings dragging behind her, and eyes blessedly turned to the floor. But then she flicks them up before any of us can react and chaos ensues.
Chaos of the dick variety.
Cory is the first to leap up, but something about all the wieners and ball sacks in the room must have temporarily stunned the intruder, because she falls to her knees clutching her eyes that have started to bleed; I’ll be offended by that later, I promise.
As she becomes incapacitated, Cory literally leaps across the room like a fucking warrior, screaming a war cry, wielding a… “Is that what I think it is?”
