Page 17 of Her Drag Barbarian

Beau still didn’t say anything, but I felt that sensation of him watching, like an angry burn on my skin.

I turned over so that I was doing a backbend, moving my body back so that my breasts were pressed in the air and my thighs were spread.

“I think I see what you mean,” that angel Schwarb said, with nary a quiver or laugh in his voice. “I could try that.”

But then I felt Beau get up. “I can’t watch this revolting display any longer,” he said. “Ignore this fucking lunatic, Schwarb, or you’re going to be even worse than you are.”

He reached out a big hand and picked me bodily up from the floor, setting me back upright.

“You better stop before you put yourself in traction, El,” he said unpleasantly. “I’ve never seen such awful body work.”

Then he let me go and began to walk across the floor, that long big toned body moving so sinuously despite the fact that his shoulders and arms were so huge.

“Do it like this,” he said, and he began to show Schwarb.

I felt the whole room trying to stretch, but really they were quietly expectant as Beau showed Schwarb how to move a big body in a way that looked light and graceful.

I tried to watch casually, without the exultation I felt. Beau made Schwarb try the moves over and over again. I thought he’d stop, but he didn’t, making Schwarb do the same moves dozens and dozens of times. He might be an asshole, but it was effective. Even I could tell that Schwarb was moving a little better. And not just a little better. Schwarb looked more confident, more regal, too.

I was just silently congratulating myself when Beau moved in my direction.

“Youcan’t even move yourhipsright,” he said, coming up behind me and grabbing them. “Do it like this.”

He forced my hips into a spiral, then did it again slowly, my hips moving under his hands in a slow curvy hourglass shape.

I felt like my chest was constricted. Surely he didn’t have to bethisclose to me to show me how to do it. He was just trying to intimidate me.

“OK, Beau,” I said, but he didn’t stop, stepping closer to me so that I felt his legs on the back of mine.

“Keep doing it,” he said.

Not like I could have stopped, with his big hands on me, forcing my hips to move in that slow, sensuous rotation.

My breath began to constrict in my chest. I wished he wouldn’t stand so close to me. He was way too big.

When he bent his head down to my neck to watch my progress, his hands still firmly on my hips, I elbowed him in the chest.

“Back up, you mouth breather, you’re squeezing me,” I said, trying to get out of his arms. He held my hips for a few seconds longer, just to fucking show that he could, then he let me go.

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Goddamn. There’s something about Elowyn’s hips that makes me want to touch them.

It’s fucking unsettling.

I don’t know what it is about them, about her body.

Or the curve of her stomach.

I’m finding myself looking at her stomach a lot lately.

I don’t fuckingwantto. But I can’t stop looking at how her shirt will ride up to show off a little of the softness of her belly.

It’s like that curve pulls at me, makes me wonder what she would look like even bigger and rounder. What would her belly look like so full that it was just a round orb? Her belly so round she had to waddle behind it like a little penguin. The thought makes me smile. I could picture Elowyn waddling around the club like a little round dictator. I felt a twinge inside me at the thought, something in me twitching with excitement.

Once I had this picture in my head, I couldn’t stop thinking about it, couldn’t stop picturing her pregnant. Everything in her expanded, full, even her breasts, their tips getting wet with milk. . .

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