Right. There we go. I have his word. There really is no reason to delay the inevitable. Here goes nothing.
I take a deep breath and step into the summoning circle. Magic tingles over my skin, but allows me through.
Now I’m standing in the middle of my living room, except it is nowhere near as mundane as that. It’s a bare circle of my floor, but also so much more.
Including the fact that Dis is in here, staring at me. Nothing between us. Nothing to protect me. Just me and the monster I trapped for revenge.
Blue eyes gleam. I shiver.
He pounces, and I only just manage to bite back a squeak of alarm. It’s not an attack. It’s an embrace. Of sorts.
He is all around me. Incorporeal coiling shadows. Cold and mist-like. Enveloping me in a 360 degrees hug.
He swirls and twists, gliding over me, caressing me. Causing my skin to goosepimple and my cock to stiffen.
Shadows slip under the hem of my tee shirt, kissing over my bare skin. He brushes over my pierced nipples, and a low grumbling rumble fills the air. It’s a sound of pure appreciation.
He flicks them. Twists them. The sensation shoots like electricity through every single nerve ending I possess. It reaches my toes and lights up my brain.
My head falls back as a gasp pours out of me. Oh shit. This feels good. Really, really good.
Shadows swirl, shift, and reform. Dis is corporeal again, standing behind me, using very solid feeling hands to play with my nipple piercings.
I cry out again. Pleasure builds and builds.
Soft, cool lips nuzzle at the sensitive skin of my neck. A kiss. A caress. The sensation is bliss, the tenderness is overwhelming.
My knees go weak. I lean back against him and he holdsme easily.
His hands leave my nipples, they drift lower, skimming lightly over my chest and stomach. I gasp as my nipple piercings are flicked again. This time not by his hands. By his shadows. I’ having my nipples played with by shadow tentacles, and I’m all for it.
While his shadow tentacles play. His hands start unbuttoning my jeans. I like button flies. It’s a whole vibe. More classy than zips.
Dis doesn’t seem to mind. He also seems perfectly au fait with how buttons work. He is undoing each one diligently. Slowly, carefully. Making a huge spectacle of it.
He’s a fucking tease.
Finally the last button is undone. I can barely breathe.
His hand slips inside my undone jeans. He cups my cock and balls through the silk of my black panties. I groan.
His palm caresses the silk. He rumbles again. He likes my panties.
My heart rate picks up. My stomach flutters.
Does he understand they are gender nonconforming? Is he appreciating the rebellion? The kick-ass punkness? Or is he merely appreciating the texture? Does everyone wear silk underwear in the Shadow Realm? Does he?
I groan and shudder through that mental image.
Dis strokes me through the silk. Fuck, that feels exquisite. I think I don’t care why he likes them, I just find it sexy that he does like them. His appreciation feels good.
He slips my jeans down, just enough to bare my ass and give him good access to my cock.
My hips thrust forward, rubbing myself against his hand. He doesn’t free my cock from the silk. He simply continues to rub me through it. Up and down. Pushing the soft material up and down my achingly hard length.
There’s a rapidly growing wet patch where I’m seriously leaking precum, and the soaked silk feels even more incredible than the dry silk.
A whimper escapes me. My hips flex backwards. The panties aren’t a G-string, but there’s not much material covering my ass cheeks, so it’s mostly bare skin that grinds against Dis. He’s shadowy but surprisingly firm. And warm.
