Page 52 of Nine Inch Nasty
Ah, blessed silence.
“But what I want to know—” Adam chips in, everybody groaning.
I flip around and yank off my blindfold, because if I’m going to be alert during this, I might as well get something more out of it. I look around at everyone’s state and immediately assign Adam the corner chair so that he’s forced to watch whatever I decide happens next without actively participating.
“Go on. Line up in degree of sexual need. Figure it out. Come on, I’m waiting.”
I prop myself up on my elbows, ensuring all my assets are fully visible.
Actually, this is a hella fun game. They’re all scratching their heads and staring at each other’s dicks, trying to figure out how to tell who needs it the most.
And while they’re all doing that, Skylar crawls into bed with me, and I grab him.
“Rest assured this true version of me wants you very much, Delaney. Ace Saladriel was something that bitch crafted to torture you more, I think. Well, torture us both, really. Because this unicorn dick is starving, and your body is the only thing that’s going to satisfy him.”
There’s a chorus of protests at how incredibly cheesy that was, and I would probably be complaining as well if it weren’t for the absolute look of pure sincerity on Skylar’s face.
I cup his cheek gently, taking a moment out of the crazy around us to appreciate him. “You want to show me what that unicorn dick do?”
He’s still got some briefs on, which are pink and fantastically sparkly, and then he sits back on his haunches, a shy look overcoming him. “Before I show it to you, there’s a very important unicorn tradition I must adhere to.”
“Okay, what is it?”
His arms cross his chest and his hand cups his own chin, and he’s giving off the air that this is either embarrassing for him to admit or that it’s an awkward thing he’s got to tell me. Maybe both. Either way, I can tell he’s reluctant, even if he clearly wants to tell me. “Okay, so the thing is, unicorn culture is…unique.”
“Mmhmm…”
“We’re all born with this…fuck. How do I explain this to a non-unicorn? We don’t show anyone our genitals at all our entire lives. Like, at all. As in, even I haven’t properly seen what I’m rocking down there.”
My face wrinkles in confusion. “Come again?”
“We’re born with this, covering, for lack of a better word, which we call our ‘wrapping’. Our anatomy is very different. For restroom purposes, there are other ways we—"
“Don’t need the specifics.”
“Got it. The wrapping can only be opened by our mates when we are ready to commit to them.”
I sit up, wide eyed. “Are you telling me you have a natural chastity belt?”
He groans. “I hate calling it that, but kind of? And before you ask, I never even got close to sharing this with Shelly.”
“Oh my gods, it’s like those gender reveal toys I had as a kid where I had to dip them in water to tell me whether I had a boy or girl baby. Which I always thought was kind of stupid, but it’s still fun, you know?”
“Right…um, what?”
Cory pipes in from their spot in the lineup, which is all very quiet. Suspiciously so. “People are so obsessed with other people’s genitals.”
I peek around Skylar. “Am I allowed to be obsessed with Skylar’s? I mean, come on. This sounds wicked cool.”
Skylar pulls down his briefs slowly, and the rest of my mates are holding their breath, trying to see his dick. Weirdos.
But…it’s literally just a flat, smooth front. No dangly bits. The dangly bits are kind of my favorite. “I don’t get it.”
Once his boxers are completely removed from his body, he leans over to kiss me, shaking. “I’ve thought about this day for a good part of my life, Delaney. I want you to know what this means to me. Since I knew I was one of the rare male conduits, I’ve dreamed about who my mate might be. I knew I’d only have one, and I knew she’d be my whole world. I never imagined how convoluted our beginning would be, but in a way, I’m almost glad we had the introduction we did, because now that we’re truly together, the way the goddess intended, I know that you’re really who I need to complete my soul. It was torture being stuck in Glittertopia, not being able to speak or act in a way that was authentic to me. Being held prisoner while my mate was in front of me…”
I feel a tear slip out. “I’m sorry I didn’t see your pain sooner, that I couldn’t free you sooner. That I didn’t recognize what you were going through.”
Skylar shakes his head. “Not even remotely your fault. I don’t wish to sully this first time together with bad memories. I just merely want to impress upon you how sure I am that this, right here, is what I want to be doing for the rest of my life. All those times you showed me kindness, when your mates tried to include me, even when I was a sulking asshole and did all the stupid things, they meant something to me. I see your soul, Delaney, and it’s beautiful.”
