Did she just... I pushed her further up the bed and held her legs up, leaning down to inspect my handiwork. Her pussy glistened with wetness, further juices splattering her thighs and running down her butt. Holy shit, she came. I did that? Holy shit. I bent down further and gave her pussy a long lick from bottom to top, tasting her most intimate flavour.
I should have waited for her sensitivity to normalise. Her legs jerked closed reflexively and her shin smacked into the side of my head. Hard. I rolled to the side with a groan and massaged my temples. Taylor crawled up alongside me a minute later. "Are you alright?" she said, dropping her head to my chest.
I ran a hand through her hair and nodded slowly. "I'm fine."
Taylor smiled, and opened her mouth to speak, but then her eyes locked onto my breasts, watching as they rose and fell with my breathing. Her gaze flickered back up to me for a moment, then she brought her hands up to play with my meagre boobs, squishing and squeezing and rolling them in circles and pinching at my nipples. I groaned again, this time in a good way. Taylor's smile became a grin. "What should I do?" she said before latching her teeth around one of my nipples and tweaking it with her tongue.
"Whuh?"
Taylor released my nipple with a pop, but she didn't stop playing with my breasts. "How do I do you? I don't really know how this works for girls. Just fingers?"
"Um, co — aah, stop please." Her hands stopped. I bit my lip, a little afraid to ask what I wanted to ask. "C-could you lick me?"
"Down there?" Taylor glanced down at my crotch. "Uh, I can try, I guess." She slid down as I closed my eyes. I felt hands pushing my legs apart, and spread them despite my embarrassment. I covered my face with my hands.
I felt her fingers prodding at my pussy, circling it gently. Her breath on my skin, cool against the wetness. I shivered. Her fingers pried me apart gently, then I felt a hesitant tongue push its way inside, warm and rough. I gave an appreciative moan, and she twisted it inside me, pushing deeper before curling upward. Then she withdrew from me. I waited, but nothing else came.
"Um," I said, opening my eyes. Taylor was facing away from me, her eyes squeezed tight as she held a hand to her mouth and took deep, slow breaths. "What's wrong?"
She shook her head. Another deep breath, then she swallowed and turned back to me part-way. "Sorry," she said through her hand. "I don't think I can do that. I don't want to throw up on you."
Dismay pummelled me. Did I taste that bad?
"I don't think — ugh, yeah, those drinks aren't sitting right with me."
Oh. Okay. Thank fuck. "That's alright," I said, dropping my head back down to hide my disappointment.
She crawled up to lie beside me, putting her arms around me and running her fingers across my belly. It tickled. My hand moved to her hip. "Sorry."
I shook my head against hers. Then a thought occurred to me. "I could prob'ly clear it up for you," I said. "The alcohol."
She blinked at me. "How?"
"Flush your... uh, your thingy. The place where drinks go. Put it in your bloodstream or whatever. I think my powers can do that."
"Powers?"
I sat up and looked at her. "Uh, yeah, powers. I'm Panacea."
She blinked again. "Shit. Amy Dallon, duh. I did not put that together."
I stared at her for a long moment, then collapsed in laughter. I heard her start laughing too, but I could only clutch at her shoulders helplessly. One of the few still-functioning parts of my brain tried to tell me this was great, a confirmation that she liked me for me, not for Panacea or her powers; but I didn't have the sense of mind to listen.
I wiped tears from my eyes once I calmed down, lying with my body pressed against hers. She cleared her throat. "Can you do that to yourself?" she said.
"Do what? The alcohol thing?" She nodded. "Nope. My powers don't work on myself."
"Then don't do it to me. I'm not gonna let you be the only drunk one."
That was kinda stupid, and disappointing: she couldn't give me oral now. But it was oddly sweet too. I snuggled up closer.
"Is there something else I could do for you?"
I thought about it. She could always just use her fingers. It's not like I was an oral elitist or anything. But — oh. Maybe... "I've watched a lot of lesbian porn."
"Good to know."
I flushed. "I mean, they use toys a lot, like vibrators and dildos. And strap-on ones. That could be fun."
"Do we have any of those?"
"Um... probably not. But I could, uh... I could make one on you. Like a strap-on but... y'know, part of you, so you could feel it."
She was quiet for a moment. "You mean, like, grow me a penis?"
"I guess," I said, shifting in place. Maybe it was a weird thing to want, but I couldn't count how many times I'd gotten off to the image of Victoria pounding me into the ground. I didn't understand why, but it was seriously hot.
"That sounds weird."
I flushed. Of course, I shouldn't have —
"How long would it last?"
Uh... "Just for a bit. I can get rid of it after."
Quiet again. "Could you make my boobs bigger?"
Now it was my turn to be surprised. "Uh, yeah." I focused my power on her, checked her body for extraneous fat. "Probably not at the same time though."
"Can you do that first?" she said, sitting up and pulling me with her. "Just for a minute?"
I nodded. It wasn't exactly what I wanted, but she seemed willing, and experimenting could be fun. I converted unneeded fat from her belly and thighs, moving it all to her chest — enough to make her noticeably thinner, but not endanger her in any way. Her breasts swelled and grew from A-cups to small C's.
Taylor squealed like a schoolgirl and jumped on me, giving me an almost bone-crushing hug and making me squawk. Her breasts bounced around distractingly, and squished into my face. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she said. "This is so cool." She pulled back and grinned down at me, bringing her hands up to cup her new breasts. "Want to play with them?"
Her smile was infectious, and quieted my impatience. I reached out to juggle her boobs. She laughed; it was probably a new feeling for her. I scooted closer to appreciate my handiwork in detail. Strategic squeezes and nipple tweaks and kisses had her moaning and writhing beneath me. I grinned around a mouthful as an idea hit me.
I reached out with my power and tweaked the sensitivity of her breasts. Then I ran my tongue around her nipple. She shrieked and jumped, her fingernails digging into my back as the shriek became a drawn-out, shaky moan. I teased both nipples at once and she whimpered, lifting off the bed to wrap herself around me completely. I couldn't support her weight, and we fell back to the sheets together.
Her breath came in short gasps. It was immensely arousing in a way that's hard to explain. My impatience peaked, and my hand moved of its own accord, down to finger my own pussy. I reset her sensitivity — I wasn't feeling generous enough to give her two orgasms without any in return. "Can we do the next bit?" I said as I squirmed. "I can't wait much longer."
Taylor sat up and shook her head, eyes blinking into focus. She wiped a bit of drool from her chin. "Can I have the boobs again later?"
I nodded. I had to admit, they were pretty fun to play with. "Anytime you want."
She grinned. "Go ahead," she said and spread her legs for me, revealing a sopping wetness. I wanted to eat her out too, but that could wait for later. I needed to get off now. At this point, it wouldn't take much, but some animalistic part of my mind wanted her inside me. Properly.
So I moved the extra mass from her chest to her crotch and gave her a penis, trying to mimic the internal design from biology textbooks and my somewhat hazy recollections of the men I've touched. Extra skin formed to cover the mass that extended outward, using her clitoris as a base. I converted an ovary into a pair of testes but excluded the scrotum, instead leaving them inside with a tweak to keep them from getting too hot.
On a whim, I added ridges and thin, fake veins to the sides. They must put those on sex toys for a reason, after all. I left the urinary tract where it was and made it permanently erect; she wouldn't have it long enough for such things to matter. I made a few finishing touches, then sat back to see how I'd done.
Whoa, okay, I thought. That is not right. Not even close.
I spent a minute or two tweaking and correcting errors until I was satisfied. It looked right, and it should feel and perform right too. I was very pleased with myself. Another weird thing to be proud of.
"It looks kinda small," Taylor said, staring down at it.
"I can tweak that once I'm comfortable," I said. "I don't wanna start with something too big."
Taylor nodded, flashing a grin at me. "You're smart." I flushed. Taylor poked at her new appendage. "It's kinda embarrassing though. How do we do this?"
"Uh..." I shuffled over and moved her legs a bit, then kneeled over her hips. I wrapped my arms around her neck and met her eyes. She had nice eyes. "Ready?"
She nodded. I reached down to ensure things were angled correctly, then lowered myself onto her. It slid right in. Easy peasy. Maybe it was a little small... A simple tweak and it tripled in length, pushing right up into my very core. Taylor went a little cross-eyed. "Whoa," she said. "That felt weird."
"Yeah," I said, fighting to breathe. That was a little too big for me. Incredibly uncomfortable, and more than a little painful. I shrunk it a bit and kept tweaking until I found the perfect size for me, but even then I had to wait a few minutes for the pain to fade to a manageable level. "Okay. I think we're good now."
Taylor nodded again, and I started moving up and down slowly. It was a weird feeling, but a pleasant one. With each thrust I got more used to it, and it began to feel good. Really good. She went so deep into me I half thought she was about to hit something important. She didn't, but she did hit spots in me I hadn't known existed. One such spot made me squeak and jump enough to fall onto my back, but Taylor followed me down. She wore a grimace of concentration on her face.
"Whus is?" I said. Apparently I couldn't speak properly.
"You feel really good," she said, somehow understanding me. Her voice was strained. "I don't know how to... It's really hot and slippery and... tight. Crazy tight. I'm trying not to come."
A blush reddened my cheeks again. I circled her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. "You don't have to do that," I breathed into her ear. "You can come whenever." She pulled back. Our eyes met. "Now fu — " Oh, dammit. You chicken out there? Say it. "Now fuck me, Taylor."
She did as I asked. She started thrusting into me herself, building up speed, power, until the bed shook beneath us. She was breathing hard, and so was I. Fleshy slaps and wet squelches filled the air as she entered me again and again, driving me past the point of coherent thought.
All I could hear were our moans and grunts and the noise of sex. All I could smell was her. All I could feel was her. To say the world fell away except for the two of us would not be inaccurate. My eyes locked on hers, unable to look away. Not that I wanted to. I pulled her down for more kisses, and then all I could taste was her too. She continued to pound into me, each thrust drawing me closer to the edge of orgasm.
Her expression grew more strained, teeth grit and brow furrowed. She brought a hand down to my pussy, our connection, and teased my clit. My legs tightened involuntarily around her hips, my fingers dug into her shoulders hard enough to draw blood. She did it again and my mind abandoned me.
The pleasure overwhelmed me. Fire ran in my veins. I moaned; she panted. I writhed and bucked against her, desperate as I was for that release. Then she hit the magic spot again, and I came around her with a wail, biting down on her shoulder in some futile attempt to quiet it. She cried out too as she climaxed, her hot cum shooting deep inside me. Both our bodies shuddered from head to toe, and even after the orgasm itself had passed, my legs continued to twitch and shiver.
Taylor collapsed on top of me, eyes bleary. She gave a lazy grin as one hand found mine, fingers intertwining. "That was amazing," she sighed. I grabbed her for another kiss. She moaned appreciatively and nuzzled my neck. "And... exhausting..."
I opened my eyes. Taylor's were closed, her breathing slow and quiet, her exhalations tickling my skin. She was still inside me. But I didn't have the energy to move my own body, much less hers. And my brain wasn't working well enough to remove what I'd grown on her.
I felt strange in that quiet aftermath. Almost as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders, something ethereal and heavy. I found myself crying for no reason I could comprehend, but it wasn't a bad cry. I let it run its course.
When I was done, my eyes felt droopy. I didn't have a pillow or a sheet, but... I really didn't want to move.
Fuck it. None of that mattered, not now. I had everything I needed right here.
I turned and snuggled into Taylor's arms. Sleep took me swiftly.
For once, I dreamed good dreams.
There Walked A Man
(Автор: SamPardi)
Four men stood around the street corner. Two were bulging with muscles and stood with the solid stance of experience fighters. Third was a wiry young man with dark circles around his eyes and expensive shoes, he was writing something in a small notebook and muttering to himself. The last of them wouldn't have seemed all that special on his own, muscular but not overly large. However the moon glinted off a wolf mask shaped entirely of blades which marked him as the villain Hookwolf. It chilled the blood of those few around to see it. All were tattooed with various iterations of the triple eight symbol of the Neo-Nazi gang Empire 88, and all had their heads shaved bald.
All four men were surprised when the pair of smoke grenades landed among them and quickly spewed a solid wall of dark grey smoke. There were shouts of surprise followed by shouts of pain and the sound of something hard smacking into flesh.
Hookwolf howled in rage and transformed into a whirlwind of blades, though he was intelligent enough to remain still and simply let the wind he was kicking up disperse the smoke. When the scene cleared he was met with the sight of his fellows laying on the ground, barely breathing while a shadowy silhouette stood above them.
The shadow was a man, broad in the chest and tall but not overly so, dressed in a simple black work shirt and black jeans with grey work boots. A black full head mask with simple orange lenses over the eyes hid the shadow's identity. With deliberate slowness the shadow slid into a defensive stance, a gleaming metal quarter-staff in his hands.
